The store is dark and ambiguous, but not noisy.
A waitress wearing a bunny suit, black lace stockings, and high heels; on the middle stage, there are performances, such as belly dancing.
Compared to other places, which look smoky from the outside, this place looks much more civilized and elegant.
There were also a dozen women, drinking and chatting with the men, or wandering around looking for customers.
Of course, men still pop up from time to time, having a few too many drinks, making noises, stuffing money into women, and the like.
This was originally a nightclub, and it was legal locally.
A waitress saw Cheng Qianxun, stopped, looked up and down and asked.
The tour guide translated: "She asked who you came to see."
"Where is Sneijder?"
Cheng Qianxun asked.
The tour guide translated the words, and the waitress hesitated a little and pointed to a corner on one side.
So I went in the direction pointed by my finger.
As she walked in step by step, her heart beat faster and faster.
Is Sneijder really here?
When she walked to a black leather sofa, Sneijder was sitting there, with his arms and legs in an extremely leisurely manner.
With his arms spread out, his head leaned back slightly.
When he saw someone coming, he raised his head forward and looked at the person.
Sneijder is here, and his handsome face can still be seen clearly in the dimness.
Sneijder seemed a little strange as to why she was standing in front.
Through the tour guide, the words were translated: "What's the matter?"
It's okay, nothing happened at all. . .
Just as she guessed, if she returned to the past, everyone would return to their original positions, and of course, they would not recognize her.
Climbing the ladder is something that will happen later, and it will never happen again, so these teammates won't remember her.
Otherwise Sneijder will definitely go to her, definitely.
She smiled, that was good, very good. . .
After a while, the tour guide translated again: "This place is full, no more needed."
There are indeed yellow people on this road, but not in this store.
She doesn't mind being misunderstood, it's great to see Sneijder.
At this time, one program ended and another began.
The lights were slightly brighter, and she saw Sneijder's doubtful eyes.
Sneijder's eyes are no longer as sharp as they were on the stairs.
Although he should be a powerful figure here, he is not murderous.
When Sneijder slowly stood up, the tour guide trembled first and reminded her softly: "We'd better leave quickly.
These people are not easy to mess with.
Stop playing."
When Sneijder stood in front of her, she said, "I heard you can borrow a room here."
After hearing the tour guide's stammering translation, Sneijder was stunned and looked at her up and down.
The tour guide translated the reply: "He said, why are you borrowing the house?
If you want to stay, you can go to a hotel or a hotel.
This is not the place you should come."
With a smile on her face, she asked, "How much does it cost per night?"
After hearing this, Sneijder became more and more confused, but if he came to give money, why not accept it.
"Grab it," the tour guide whispered, and then said softly: "One hundred euros a night, not including women, let's go.
Could it be that you want to be here..."
After looking around, he whispered in her ear: "Asians are the cheapest here.
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The better local foreign girls are 500 a time, the European girls are 350, but the Asian ones are only 100, no matter how good they are.
It will be more than 200 euros.
Don’t think about making money, it’s not easy to make money.”
"What are you thinking about?"
She scared off the tour guide with a look, and bargained with Sneijder: "Fifty euros."
The tour guide stared at her now and turned to Sneijder to translate.
Sneijder laughed, probably feeling amused.
"Seventy euros, not a penny less, and a breakfast will be provided in the morning."
The tour guide said with a grimace.
"You cooked breakfast."
She still had a smile on her lips.
After hearing this, Sneijder raised his eyebrows and nodded, indicating that he had a fever.
He also asked if he needed a woman, probably thinking she was a lesbian.
Seventy euros, she took out the money from her bag and handed it over: "I live alone, it's quieter."
The tour guide’s eyes almost popped out of his head, and he finally managed to translate the words.
After seeing the money, Sneijder hesitated for a moment, but still reached out and took the money, looking at her curiously.
Now not only Sneijder, but also the tour guide found it difficult to understand: "What are you doing here, living with these ladies?"
"When will breakfast be served?"
She didn't care what the tour guide thought.
The purpose of hiring a tour guide was to lead the way and translate.
"It's okay to stay here.
I won't care if anything happens."
The tour guide could only translate.
"Whenever you want," Sneijder replied.
She asked the tour guide: "What time will we leave tomorrow?"
"Nine o'clock in the morning...you really live here."
This was probably the first time the tour guide encountered such a thing in his life.
"Then come at half past eight and take me back."
She was serious: "Come to pick me up on time.
You also said that if I go missing, your travel company will be responsible.
Now tell him, I will be here around eight in the morning.
Have breakfast and leave at half past eight.”
Sneijder laughed, probably this was something interesting.
A yellow woman actually wants to stay here for one night.
He turned his head and called a waiter and gave some instructions.
The waitress motioned for her to follow.
She turned around and followed the waitress when she heard the tour guide shouting behind her: "What should I do?"
"Go back and pick me up tomorrow, or rent a room with your own money."
She waved goodbye.
At this time, a man who was a little drunk staggered over.
After all, the race was different.
The average height of men here was 1.82 meters.
Men of about 1.9 meters were often seen on the road.
In China, the height of men is only 1.69 meters.
Even in the north, where tall people are born, there are not as many tall men as we see here.
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This guy is not bad either, he is 1.8 meters tall and weighs about 170 pounds, which is considered slightly fat here.
He drunkenly hugged the waitress, kissed and touched her.
The waitress smiled and coaxed her, and then another woman came over and pulled him over.
Now that there is a woman, it should be peaceful, but as soon as he rolled his eyes, he saw Cheng Qianxun standing aside.
He actually pushed the woman in his arms away and walked over.
The waitress hurriedly stopped in front and said something with a smile.
She should explain that she was just a guest here.
But the man didn't listen at all, and instead became more and more interested.
The waitress raised her hand to Sneijder behind her, signaling that he should come over to solve some trouble.
But Sneijder didn't come to save Cheng Qianxun.
Instead he shouted. . .
When the other person picked him up, Cheng Qianxun turned around and walked around behind him, kicking him behind the knee.
When the other person knelt down in pain, he picked up a wine bottle next to him and hit the other person on the back of the head.
If the smashing was not done well, something would happen.
Sneijder saw that he was not in a hurry and stopped him quickly.
When Cheng Qianxun heard this, he reacted quickly and did not smash it again.
He put the bottle back on the table next to him and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.
The waitress was also well-informed.
After raising her eyebrows at Sneijder, she took her to the room.
As she was going up the stairs, she glanced back.
Sneed was helping the drunken guest up and turned to look at her. . .
He smiled calmly and continued to follow the waitress to the room.
The room is not big, only about ten square meters, with a bed and a table, and a small shower room and toilet in one corner.
There were also some small bottles of wine on the table.
The waitress rambled on for a while.
Although she couldn't understand what was being said, she knew that the wine must be paid for and there were some precautions.
Seeing the waitress raise her hand with a key in her hand, she took it and said thank you in English.
The waitress looked at her one more time and went out.
There is also a window in the room.
I walked to the window and looked at the bright lights and feasting outside.
It was almost ten o'clock, other places had long been closed, and the night here had just begun.
She took out the pendant around her neck and held it gently with her hand: "I just want to see him and know that everything is fine with him.
I am destined to be alone for a lifetime, but I don't regret it.
It's good to be alive."
At this time, a gust of wind blew, and a few petals floated past the window, which was very beautiful in the darkness of the neon lights. . .
She reached out and grabbed one.
The fingers slowly spread out, and a small pink peach blossom petal was in the palm.
Why are there peach blossoms here?
There won’t be any in this season. . .
She smiled at the peach blossom petals.
She knew who it was.
It was "him" who came just now.
He gently raised his hand, and a gust of wind took away the peach blossom petals and blew them into the neon-rendered night sky, gradually disappearing.
It's very noisy here, and it doesn't end until midnight in the lobby below.
Various sounds came from the surrounding rooms, all of which were women trying to please the guests.
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But in a place like this, she slept very well.
Because no wild beast would break in, and no one would want to kill her intentionally.
There is Sneijder downstairs.
He is a very responsible man and will not let anyone in the store lose their life.
She woke up when the smell of butter came from downstairs and the sun shone in from outside.
I picked up my phone and looked at it.
It was already half past seven.
She washed her face a little with the water in the bathroom, and after grabbing her hair with her fingers a few times, she picked up her bag and went downstairs.
She searched all the way over, and sure enough, Sneijder was preparing breakfast in the kitchen.
Staying up late for a long time has left him with dark circles under his eyes, but he is still handsome.
I heard that he often cooks in the morning or noon, and those girls are too tired to move and sleep until noon or even afternoon.
So for the sake of their health, Sneijder cooked for them.
Sitting on a chair nearby, she held her chin and smiled as she watched Sneijder fry the fish.
Sneijder said he was good at cooking salmon.
Sneijder's green eyes glanced at her, and he didn't know what to say.
She couldn't understand.
She could understand all languages in the underworld and heaven.
After becoming a mortal, she returned to her original form.
Think of it all as a dream.
It's all a dream.
There are terrible things in dreams, and there are also beautiful things. . .
There is darkness in light places, and there are beautiful things in dark places.
Sneed went to get the bread again and cut it evenly with a knife.
When she was getting the bread, she saw some ingredients beside it, including potatoes. . .
She stood up and walked to the refrigerator nearby.
When she opened it, she saw half a cabinet full of chickens.
In these countries, chicken is the cheapest and is left out to be cooked at night.
She took one out, washed it in the sink, and chopped it into pieces with a knife. . .
Although Sneed looked at her curiously, he let her continue.
After all, chicken is not expensive, and so are potatoes.
Put the chicken in the pot and cook it, and also put some rice wine.
Fortunately, I just had it, otherwise the taste would not be the same if I put other wine.
Then peel the potatoes. . .
I have said before that if I have a chance, I will help my teammates cook potato and chicken soup again.
Or maybe this is the last time I want to see her and let Sneijder drink the soup she made.
When cooked, cut potatoes into cubes and throw them into the pot.
She poured salt into the pot.
There was no more time, so she had to season it first.
"OK" Sneijder placed a plate of cheese salmon on the table, along with bread spread with butter and fried eggs, and a glass of juice.
Sneijder made an inviting gesture towards the breakfast on the table, which made her laugh.
After sitting down, she picked up the knife and fork, took a bite, then closed her eyes and laughed.
Sneijder didn't know what was going on and tried to communicate in English: "why" She closed her eyes and smiled: "Good, very good."
Sometimes vinegar or lemon is needed to eat salmon, but no, the sadness in her heart is enough.
Open your eyes, lower your head, and eat every bite carefully.
Even the little fish residue on the basin is eaten clean, and every crumb is picked up with your fingers. . .
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Finally we finished eating and the tour guide came.
When it was time to leave, she smiled at Sneijder, who had been watching from the side: "Thank you."
She didn't know much English, but these few words were enough.
Under Sneijder's somewhat surprised gaze, she stood up, glanced at Sneijder one last time, and followed the tour guide out of the kitchen where the aroma of chicken soup was already wafting out.
"I really don't know what you are going to do."
The tour guide muttered, leading her through the small street.
There are almost no people on the street at this time.
Contrary to other places, it only gets lively at night.
You have to go outside the side street to get a taxi.
After finally getting one, she and the tour guide got in the car.
I am leaving here by plane this afternoon, and there are two cities to go to.
But it didn't matter to her whether to see it or not, because she had already done everything she had to do and her wish was fulfilled.
The teammates must continue to live their lives, the world is still going on, they are them, and she is still her.
After returning, continue living your life and wait for death to come.
Looking at the scenery outside the car, she gently touched the pendant with her fingers and murmured to herself: "Can I see you again after death, or can I rest in peace forever and sleep in the darkness."
The tour guide looked at her but said nothing.
He probably thought she was talking about some poetry and proverbs.
The driver in front said a few words, and the tour guide looked back and muttered.
"What's wrong?"
This situation is a bit abnormal.
"It's okay, he said there seemed to be a car trying to catch up with us and ran a red light."
The tour guide looked back
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