Golan did not go to work this afternoon, but spent the whole afternoon drinking in the proprietress's tavern. It was his habit to skip work. The magic sun had fallen beyond the horizon, and the sky seemed to have suddenly been turned off.

It became half-dark. The rain clouds gradually accumulated, and the last half-dark was quickly buried by the rain clouds, turning it completely black.

This half-aged man had a large bald head. In the empty backstreet, his face was red, his steps were broken, and his body was swaying. This was all because he drank a lot of wine. He took out a

He took out his communicator, and on it was the message from Ai Xia, whom he had met before:

"Thank you for your hard work. I'm off work now. I'm on Aiye Street. Can I meet you?"

Golan's eyes widened and refocused from blur. He looked and looked up and roared to the sky in this alley. The joy in his eyes instantly overflowed his whole body. Under the influence of the alcohol, he was shamelessly

Twisting his body, he shouted: "What to do... what to do! I have to go... I have to go, I have to go!"

He turned around, and a complete map of the Vatican suddenly appeared in his mind. His legs seemed to be on two springs that were twisted to the end, and he ran out of the alley quickly.

At this time, Ford had just taken a break from get off work and was about to walk into the shop owner's shop. He was holding his communicator in his hand and was talking to Norma: "What? Doctor Robin is missing?"

Norma on the other end of the phone was sitting on her bed and said: "Can't reach me. What should I do, Ford?"

Just when Ford lowered his head to think of a solution, he found that the rain suddenly fell, and it was not light. Golan who was running was also soaked in the rain, but he still ran without hesitation and kept walking through the empty intersection.

On the way, his drunkenness was dampened by the cold raindrops, and rationality flowed back into his brain bit by bit.

A very contradictory emotion emerged in his heart. It was a mixture of inferiority, loss, expectation, and longing. He knew clearly that, as Ford said, no one wanted him in the dating market.

, if he hadn’t filled out too many salaries, he dared to believe that no one would choose such a short and poor social waste. But even so, he would have to see her... for sure!

Aiye Street is not far from here. After running for nearly seven or eight minutes, Golan arrived at his destination panting. In front of him was a public carriage station. It was very dark everywhere. There was a person in the station. She was carrying a small

Carrying her bag, Golan couldn't see her face clearly.

Golan swallowed, first looked at his wet clothes hesitantly, and then stepped forward fiercely. He tried to ask: "Miss Aisha?"

The other party actually answered his words: "Mr. Golan, I really want to see you."

The man walked forward and saw that the other person looked exactly the same as in the photo he had sent earlier. He scratched his head guiltily, regardless of whether he was still in the rain: "Sorry, I'm a little late. I have some work to do.

I'm busy and need to instruct my subordinates on how to work, so I don't have time to look at the communicator... I hurriedly called the carriage, but it's a bit hard to find here..."

Ai Xia smiled happily and said: "You are better than I thought, I am relieved..."

The girl took out a handkerchief and gently tried to wipe the rain off Golan's head. There was a bit of heartache in her eyes: "It's all wet, so pitiful..."

But Golan was a little afraid to accept the other party's kindness and shrank his head back. The other party just smiled and said gently: "Let's find a place to drink tea."

"Okay, okay!" Golan felt that he had really grown a pair of wings. He could take Aisha in front of him to the highest point of Yaris and take her to see the scenery in the clouds. "I know there is a very good black tea shop.

It’s a drinking shop, but I’m not very familiar with this area…”

"Doloren Coffee is nearby, let's go there."

"Yes!" Golan nodded vigorously. He believed that if this girl asked him to die, he would probably be able to do it.

Ai Xia just happened to take an umbrella, and the two of them just stayed under the umbrella, slowly leaving the station and walking towards the Doloren coffee shop that Ai Xia mentioned. There seemed to be no one in Ai Ye Street.

If you look carefully, you can see two people looking at them from a distance at the other end of the street. One of them is

The manager of Mysterious Kiss, but the other man didn't match the manager's temperament at all. Even his sinister aura was tainted on the manager. He had three scars on his face. He was probably caught by some kind of beast.

Yes, not only failed to kill his viciousness, but it actually encouraged it.

The per capita consumption of Dolores coffee is five silver coins each time, and fifteen silver coins are converted into five hundred copper coins. As a cleaner, Golan's daily salary is seventy-five copper coins, less than one silver coin. In

In reality, the price of dreaming is very heavy. If you want to pursue sweetness, you have to pay several times the weight of sweetness.

Dicko Nelson's dream was shattered tonight. He was walking down the street in despair. A parrot lay on its side in his hand. It had lost all life. The rain was falling like this, and he didn't hold an umbrella. He stared blankly.

Feeling the coldness all around, I happened to see Golan and Aisha passing each other on Aiye Street, and the look in their eyes actually started to tremble.

He wants to bury "Bobo", who he has raised for fifteen years, in the park next to Aiye Street, because he knows that there is only one big tree in this park that can be called ancient, and two adult men can't help it if they hug each other.

Close it.

There is a paper bag hanging on Digao's elbow, and inside is a small iron shovel. Even if he is so miserable, he can't let his hands suffer a lot of pain. At least it will be easier when digging. This kind of parrot

His lifespan was fifteen years, but he just happened to die today...that's all...that damn coachman...that damn carriage driver!

He was the person whom Ford drove the carriage in a hurry. The moment he lost the "Alpine Bird" sticker, he felt that the string supporting his life in this damn world snapped. He had been deceiving himself all the time.

, in this materialistic world, vanity has long become an abyss... He has already fallen deeply into that abyss. And it was this carriage driver who gave him the hope he was pursuing.

, that vanity is completely shattered!

Di Gao knelt on the ground with blurred eyes. His pants were suddenly stained with cold and sticky mud. His parrot "Bobo" was lying next to him. He carefully laid a piece of cloth for his pet.

The body should not be contaminated with dirt. At least it should be clean and cool when it is buried.

He took out the shovel from the bag and chopped hard at the soil under the tree. Logically speaking, the soil soaked by rain would be soft, but after he dug a few times, the shovel actually hit a hard surface.

There was no way to dig deeper. He wiped the rain from the corners of his eyes, sniffed his nose, and slowly pushed away the sticky soil and stone chips with his hands.

Di Gao dug out an iron box. He immediately opened the iron box. After seeing the contents inside, he was obviously stunned. He didn't even care about the body of his favorite parrot "Bobo".

He took out the contents of the iron box and stood up suddenly.

"Hehe...hehehehehe...hahaha!" He laughed heartbreakingly, and hollow crunching sounds exploded in his lungs one after another.

He held a firecracker in his hand, and there were six bullets inside the firecracker.

This may be the instruction of fate. This is the instruction of fate.
Chapter completed!