Chapter 91 Parting Three
Gilan and Miss Sparrow sat in Daffodil Square for a long time.
The two of them tacitly put aside the heavy topics and moved on to other aspects, chatting about everything. However, Gilan was not good at talking and mostly just acted as a listener.
Miss Sparrow was chatting happily, chirping, and her cheeks were rosy.
It wasn't until the sun was about to set that Gilan offered to take her home.
The two took the carriage again and returned to the apartment at No. 5 Fifth Street, Host. However, Miss Sparrow was not in a high mood when she said goodbye. She reluctantly waved to Gillan before opening the door and entering.
Mr. Fozzie was already standing at the door before she even got off the carriage.
It's like watching what's going on outside the apartment all the time.
When he saw his daughter's forced smile, the middle-aged man suddenly became furious. He mistakenly thought that the boy outside the hospital had bullied Aurora. He was so angry that he wanted to go out with his cane to settle the score with him. .
Seeing that posture, he is serious.
He really wanted to hit someone.
Fortunately, Miss Sparrow caught him in time and explained a few words anxiously, which made the old father temporarily give up the idea of settling the score, but his eyes were still unkind as he stared at the young man.
Gillen once again ignored Mr. Foz’s eyes, raised his hat, and saluted him from a distance.
Immediately nodded slightly to Miss Sparrow, turned and left.
When I returned to Jishe Apartment, it was already five o'clock and it was dark.
After having dinner with Mr. Stork and Old Jerry, Gillan sat alone in the living room, lost in thought.
He remembered the past.
The cramped rental house contained a computer, a game console, a set of tables and chairs, and a bed.
Hundreds of game cartridges and nearly a hundred game strategy magazines.
These things are all he has.
I stayed with him for eight years after graduation and hitting a wall in finding a job.
'My name is Mo Xing, 28 years old, a game anchor with disabled legs. Apart from games, I have nothing...'
Jilan leaned back on the sofa and remembered before time travel. That night, I was so lost in bed that I looked at the ceiling and muttered the same words three times.
At this time, he suddenly smiled.
“Now, my name is Guillen Iros, 20 years old, a fugitive.”
He chuckled and murmured.
“But I saw beauty.”
My fingers touched the sofa and my eyes scanned everything in the living room.
I have lived here for nearly a month, which is more relaxed and comfortable than the total of twenty-eight years in his previous life.
He seemed to have experienced the so-called beauty.
If he could, he wouldn't want to leave.
‘But some debts cannot be forgotten. ’
Jilan’s eyes flashed coldly.
‘The Lewis family has tried to harm me several times, they deserve to die! ’
Just when he was thinking about it, he would take action after watching "The Great Plague #2" with the members of the society.
At this time, there was a sudden knock on the apartment door.
Tuk-tuk-tuk...
Jilan's eyes narrowed, he stood up, walked to the door and glanced through the cat's eyes.
Immediately, he raised his eyebrows.
He opened the door with a click, and standing outside the apartment was a short-haired woman smelling of alcohol. She was wearing a purple strapless evening dress, her white collarbones clearly visible, and a pair of sterling silver cross earrings hanging under her ears, shining in the moonlight.
"What are you doing at the door?"
Miss Seagull, with blushing cheeks, was carrying a bottle of red wine. She rolled her eyes at Gilan charmingly, pushed him away, and staggered in. .
Jilan closed the door and turned around to see Miss Seagull leaning on the sofa, raising the bottle and pouring wine into her mouth.
Dark red wine leaked from the corners of his mouth and dripped onto his collarbone.
Jilan walked over and sat down next to her.
When we got closer, we could see clearly under the light of the chandelier that there was a faint red mark from a slap on Miss Seagull's cheek.
“What are you looking at?” Miss Seagull shouted, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, narrowed her blurred eyes, and asked Gilan.
Jilan shook his head and did not answer.
Miss Seagull snorted and handed the bottle over politely.
“Drink with me.”
Gillan stared at her for a few seconds, then finally took it.
Then he took out a glass from under the coffee table and got himself a glass. "Where did you buy it? Aren't you afraid of being caught?" Ji Lan asked casually.
"It was taken at the banquet. Who dares to catch those 'big shots'? Ha..."
Miss Seagull chuckled.
Glancing at Jilan drinking from a cup, he frowned and said:
"Why, you dislike me?"
"Well, there is your saliva on the bottle."
Jilan said calmly.
Miss Seagull stared at her beautiful eyes and said angrily:
"A man who doesn't understand amorous feelings!"
Jilan ignored her and drank red wine by himself.
The quality of this wine is very high, far from being comparable to the "Grape Lady" privately brewed by the Oak Gang. It can also be seen that the so-called "Prohibition" is nothing but empty talk to the upper class people.
After he finished the glass of wine, Miss Seagull spoke after a brief silence:
"At the banquet, I slapped the son of the great congressman... My father gave me a slap when he went out."
"Why are you telling me this?" Gillan put down the glass.
“Because there is no one to say.”
Miss Seagull leaned slumped on the sofa, her head tilted, her eyes empty, and her messy short hair casually covering her forehead.
"I don't like that guy at all, why should I marry him... I am just a tool for my father's superiority, a commodity for exchange."
"Then let's go, let's go Stay away." Gillan said.
"Huh?" Miss Seagull looked puzzled.
"I'm afraid the plague in the poor areas is not simple, and the rich areas are not necessarily safe. Leave Brak City as soon as possible."
Gilan said the words of reminder.
"Mr. Stork will temporarily dissolve the 'Recording Meeting' after a while. He and Old Jerry will leave here, and I will leave too."
"?!"
Miss Seagull looked startled.
She sat up slowly, panic flashing across her face.
"Disband...will everyone leave?"
"Mr. Oystercatcher and Miss Sparrow are still considering it."
Gilan answered truthfully.
Miss Seagull was lost in thought.
“Take me away!” She raised her head and stared directly at Gilan.
This is the second time Jilan has heard similar words today.
But it is impossible for him to accept a burden following him, and the unknown pursuit he will face at that time may also implicate the other party.
He didn't speak, just shook his head.
The light in Miss Seagull's eyes dimmed.
"Then...come watch a movie with me." She said softly.
Gilan glanced at Miss Seagull, but this time, she did not refuse.
"Okay."
Not long.
The two entered the utility room, turned off the lights and watched a movie.
A very ordinary tragic romance film called "Butterfly on the Sea".
The story is about a pair of lovers who dated for life during the war, but the arrival of the call-up order forced the hero to board a ship and part ways.
Soon, the news came that the male protagonist had been killed in battle, and the female protagonist was so distraught that she jumped into the sea and committed suicide. But the male protagonist returned safely and with the glory of victory, planning to marry the female protagonist, but everything was too late.
This is just a tragedy caused by the messenger's mistake in getting the name wrong.
Very old-fashioned plot.
But what impressed Gillan slightly was the scene at the end of the film.
The male protagonist turns his back to the camera and sails alone, accompanied by a seagull.
One line:
“Seagulls are the souls of those who have died in love, and they are also butterflies lost in the sea of souls.”
Gillan found the film boring.
He originally thought that Miss Seagull would be watching intently, but halfway, he heard a subtle snore coming from his side.
Looking around, Miss Seagull had already fallen asleep.
(End of this chapter)