Chapter 912: Long Blessed Ancestor (28)
Zhou Ye saw that he looked good and smelled good, so he didn't care too much about him.
There were only two people here, and she couldn't even hear her voice, which was quite loud. Now Zhou Ye began to wonder if he was hearing-impaired.
"My name is Zhou Ye, what's yours?"
The man thought for a moment, then whispered.
"Jun Qian."
The voice was very low, as if he was afraid of shocking Zhou Ye.
"Why follow me?"
"I don't know the road."
"Then where is your home?"
The man shook his head and stopped talking.
"You don't know the road or where your home is, so where will you stay at night?"
The man looked at Zhou Ye, and then said directly.
"I came to see you, and I'll stay at your house."
"Looking for me? I don't know you, why are you looking for me?"
"..."
It was better now, he was silent again, and the words he just said seemed like a dream.
Zhou Ye didn't want to ask any more questions, this man looked very strange.
"I'm going to work."
Seeing that she was leaving, Jun Qian followed her step by step.
Zhou Ye turned around, blocked the door, and looked directly into his eyes.
"Either you leave, or you stay here and wait for me to come back. I get off work at 1:30 in the morning, you can decide on your own."
Zhou Ye is not a patient person and cannot get along with such a mysterious and taciturn person.
Jun Qian watched her leave. When he walked out of the door, he saw her suddenly turning around and taking something out of her pocket. Finally, she took out a yellow orange in each hand and put them into his arms.
"Here you go, I'll ask someone to bring dinner to you later." The food in the bar is good, and although Zhang Ping is stingy, he won't skimp on this food.
This time Zhou Yezhen left and closed the door.
There was only one man left in the small space.
He stood there, his thin and slender body dragging a long shadow under the light. He looked at the two round oranges in his hand. The man didn't eat them, but just put them on the table, and then he was minding his own business in the room. Looked around.
He stayed in that place for too long, and everything changed rapidly. From ancient times to the present, he missed the transformation of tens of millions of years.
So what if he is sitting high in the palace? The Dharma has not changed much so far, and he is also guarding the scroll that was buried in the dust. He can smell the decayed breath on his body. Time means changes to the six realms. , only for him it was still.
The man sat in the seat where Zhou Ye had just sat, then picked up the orange on the table, and lightly traced the smooth skin with his well-joined fingers.
It's cold.
He had never felt the temperature before. Today, in that iron box, he felt the heat of the sun. Walking on the street, there was a cool breeze blowing on his face. This feeling was strange yet familiar. He had missed it for many years. When I touched it again, it felt as fresh as a child.
——
The bar has been pretty peaceful lately.
According to Zhang Ping, with Benlang controlling the scene, most people would not dare to cause trouble, and there would be far fewer drunken and crazy fights.
There were not many guests tonight, and there were only a few people on the dance floor. There were quite a few people standing in the booths and individual guest areas, but there were not many people buying drinks, but there were quite a few people drinking.
Zhang Ping smoked a cigarette in his mouth and looked at Zhou Ye outside the door. He walked over and patted him.
"Go back, nothing is wrong today, go home and sleep."
Zhou Ye was not polite to him at all, asked him to go back, picked up his coat and left without stopping for a moment.
"Good boy, please be polite to me."
"I don't have time to be polite to you today."
"What? The one in the dressing room is your man?"
I'm a bit busy at work today, there are only two updates left.
To express my apology, let Aowu kowtow to everyone.
Aow:? ? ?
(End of chapter)