The Epic Revenge Chapter 1715: Send each other
It was cold at night, and it was still cold after the New Year.
Even if it's sunny during the day, the cold air at night is still biting.
Bai Xian leaned against the wall of the stairwell, half sitting and half lying down, with his fingers on his legs, stroke by stroke: Gu, Yun.
The strokes of these two characters seem to have heat flow, pouring into his body in clusters.
He's like an insatiable greedy man, tracing over and over again. No matter how cold the night, no matter how gloomy life, is enough to comfort one's loneliness.
Gu Yun couldn't sleep at night.
It was cold in the bed, maybe it was too humid, she couldn't keep the bed warm, the more she slept, the more awake she became.
As for the main writer Luo, she felt she had something to say and couldn't play stupid.
She didn't fall asleep until after three in the morning.
With such a delay, she woke up late the next day.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she had forty minutes to go to work, so she could only run.
She simply brushed her teeth, washed her face, put on her clothes and bag and ran out.
Bai Xian was eating pancakes slowly, when he saw Gu Yun with messy hair, holding her bag in his mouth, wrapping clothes and scarves around his body desperately, walking like a fly.
She usually wears high heels.
These women, even in the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, wear glass socks and leather shoes, but today she stuffed the shoes into her bag and ran in cotton shoes.
Before she ran out of the alley, one of the shoes in her bag fell out, and she hurriedly went to pick it up.
Bai Xian stepped forward and picked up her shoes: "Are you going to be late?"
"Yeah." Gu Yun was very anxious, "I'm up late, I'm up late, **** it!"
Bai Xian grabbed her arm at once: "Hey, calm down, what are you afraid of being late? The streets are full of people and trams. Are you looking for death by running around like this?"
Gu Yun looked up at him.
He is so tall, and at such a close distance, she needs to look up very hard to see his face clearly.
"No, there was a new piece of news I compiled yesterday. I have to hand it in this morning. I locked it in the drawer. If I am late, I will delay the printing of the newspaper, and the evening paper will be published." Gu Yun said, in a hurry Eyes are a little red.
Bai Xian subconsciously let go.
He couldn't understand what she was saying, and it made waves of cowardice surge inside him.
She is a scholar, and she is also engaged in a dignified profession. Holding her arm through her coat, he feels that his hands are full of oil and dirty.
He subconsciously wiped his palm on his trousers and looked around: "Wait, I'll call a rickshaw."
He trotted away.
Gu Yun also calmed down and trotted towards the tram stop.
Unexpectedly, after walking for only three minutes, Bai Xian came back with a rickshaw.
He was so vicious that he snatched the car himself, and the driver ran behind him, daring to speak out.
Gu Yun wanted to say something, but Bai Xian said, "Get in the car."
He ran very fast all the way.
When he arrived at Gu Yun's newspaper office, he was sweating profusely, and in the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, he could feel his steam.
Gu Yun still wanted to say something, but the roar of their editor-in-chief was heard downstairs: "Why are you all irresponsible, do you have a sense of responsibility, where did everyone die?"
Gu Yun didn't dare to delay any longer, so he said thanks in a low voice, and hurried upstairs.
Bai Xian waited for five minutes before the driver caught up, very anxious and frightened.
The driver was overjoyed when he got his car, and repeatedly said, "Thank you."
Bai Xian gives him the money.
The driver didn't dare to ask for it, so he pulled his car and ran away.
Bai Xian looked at his retreating back, happened to be on the glass door downstairs, saw his own shadow, and thought to himself that he really looked terrifying.
He is too tall. He was in the welfare hall when he was a child. He had to grab everything he could eat and drink.
It got more and more out of hand.
He and Hao Xue left Welfare Hall when they were fourteen. If he told others that he was only eighteen this year, no one would believe him.
Like Hao Xue, he has been full of hatred for this world all the year round, and his face looks old.
When he first left Welfare Hall, he also worked as a rickshaw driver.
Have just been doing it for half a month. Once, a rich wife got into his car. He ran too fast. The other party questioned that he wanted to kidnap the ticket.
The rich wife's man was waiting at the destination. As soon as he saw his wife crying, he smashed his car regardless of what happened.
All the members he ran for half a month were confiscated. The boss lost a rickshaw and had no choice but to drive him away.
He begged the boss to let him make more money to return the rickshaw.
The boss said: "Just like you, it's like a robbery. I'm afraid that the team will be dismantled by you."
He's traveled to other places as well, and even sold coolies to the wharf.
But wherever he goes, he's always on the lookout for being a villain.
Others fear him, fear him.
He's had enough of the insults and decided to be a villain.
Earlier than now, he really just wanted to talk and borrowed the car from the driver.
He stood in the cold wind for a moment, the cold sweat slowly drying.
As he was about to leave, someone shouted from behind.
Gu Yun came down again.
She held the scarf in her hand: "I know you'll have to wait here for another day. You're sweaty running, and this is for you, don't freeze."
Bai Xian looked at the snow-white scarf, which was fluffy, long and thick, and should have been woven by herself.
He shouldn't have picked it up, he's sweating so badly that he's going to soil this scarf, I'm afraid he won't be able to wash it off. But the hand stretched out uncontrollably, and took over the thickest bit of warmth in his life.
"Thank you, I caught up, and I didn't delay things." Gu Yun said again, and then saw him holding the scarf in a daze, and said, "Wrap it up, you're worried about catching a cold."
She turns to go.
Bai Xian suddenly said, "You haven't had breakfast yet?"
He wants to buy.
Unexpectedly, Gu Yun said: "My colleague brought bread and gave me one. I have already eaten it."
He snorted and took a silent step back.
There is nothing he can do to help her.
After Gu Yun left, he slowly wrapped the scarf around his neck.
The scarf is very warm, and he is so strong that he can wrap it twice, so it is really long.
It has a light fragrance on it.
He is often in dance halls, and he has never smelled this kind of fragrance used by guests or singers and dancers. It is light, slightly absent.
Sitting alone on the stone bench, he felt warm, unbelievably warm. The sun shone on him, merging into his limbs.
It was almost eleven o'clock in the morning. A man drove to the newspaper office. It was the one who went to dinner with Gu Yun last night.
Bai Xian knew him, and he glanced at Bai Xian.
He saw the scarf on Bai Xian's neck, and his expression turned a little bit. The gentle face suddenly twisted, his fists clenched tightly.
Bai Xian was aware of the male creature's behavior before the attack, and he stood up immediately.
He is as tall as a mountain, and his aura when he stands up is terrifying. Even if he wears such a white and fragrant scarf, it does not affect his ferocity in the slightest.
He has no good intentions.
The main writer Luo felt that when he came up with his bare hands, only to be beaten, he resisted the impulse and quickly entered the office building.
Upstairs, the cold air in the corridor stirred up, and the dazed brain of Luo Zhun was a little clearer.
He slapped himself on the forehead: "Why do I remember this?"
After he finished talking to himself, he went downstairs again before reaching the office door.
He picked up a fresh bouquet of roses from the back seat of the car.
When he took it away, he glanced at Bai Xian. Sure enough, seeing Bai Xian's eyes stagnant, he went upstairs with a sense of pride.