Rebirth of the Super Thief Chapter 377: : Travel of the soul

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The colorful neon lights are beautiful, but they are not part of this old neighborhood.

"It's so late."

Bai Song propped his head and looked out the window. The sky was not completely dark, and the dim street lamp had already started working.

"Hot yourself, I have a book to read." Su Qiuyu had already finished eating, but she was wearing a pair of crimson glasses and was reading with a book.

Su Qiuyu does not have myopia, this pair of glasses is used to protect eyesight, but Su Qiuyu wears deep-frame glasses, which is more than three points of intellectual beauty ~ IndoMTL.com ~ Bai Song froze for a moment, only to remember that Su Qiuyu has a hobby of reading, just To live fast, to read a book has become a luxury for her.

Do n’t look at Su Qiuyu who is busy all day long. In the bones of Su Qiuyu, there is a woman who likes quiet.

Bai Song does n’t bother Su Qiuyu to read anymore. He yawned and felt a little bored, and his appetite was not so high.

He does n’t like to read literary books or movies. If he had to say something a little deeper, Bai Song thought about it carefully.

Thinking of what I saw when I was a kid, I seem to have seen some food documentaries.

Bai Song heated up the food and took out his phone while eating: "I will not go to the forum today, um ... Let ’s watch the next documentary, it ’s been a long time since I watched it."

Bai Song searched for documentaries on the Internet, and was searching. Suddenly a phone call popped out. Bai Song frowned and opened the name of the caller. Finally, he was interrupted by some interest.

"Old ghost? What is he calling to do?" Bai Song As soon as the name of the electrician was old ghost, the original dissatisfaction turned into doubt. If it was n’t for the last time I encountered the old ghost, I ’m afraid I wo n’t have it in my life got engaged.

Sometimes, people who are already very acquainted, because there is no contact for a year or two, there will never be a crossover in life again.

"Bai Song!" The old ghost at the end of the phone seemed excited.

"How? Lao Gui, don't be surprised, just talk about something slowly." Bai Song put down the chopsticks and didn't finish eating.

"Won the prize, won the prize." The tone of the old ghost was still very excited.

Won the prize?

Bai Song recalled that the last time he met the old ghost, he seemed to tell him the number of the special number, because previous life Bai Song often buys lottery tickets during this time, so remember the frequency of that special number during this time too too much.

Are you really winning? At least listening to the tone, it won't be a five-ten-ten prize.

"You have won 5 million? Or 10 million?" Bai Song asked with some uncertainty. Bai Song asked the exit that it would not be so coincident, just because he changed a number and won the special prize.

"No, I won 70,000." The old ghost laughed happily, and then said: "It's because you asked me to buy that special number. If it wasn't for changing the special number, I would have won a dozen dollars here."

Special numbers are extremely important. The difference is so far away that the old ghost is definitely not exaggerating.

"Well, congratulations." Bai Song was a little ashamed. He was still thinking, if he was tens of millions, would he be condemned?

"What's your card number? I'll call you half." The old ghost said with a smile on the phone.

Bai Song was stunned for a while. If the average person won the jackpot, even if it was because of someone else's advice, he would get bogged down and get rich.

But Bai Song knows that the old ghost is a man who loves to show his face and die. This is not how honest the old ghost really is. It is just that the old ghost often boast of playing cards and always loses 78 million.

More than 30,000 do n’t want to score. Does n’t this seem to hit your usual face?

Of course, the old ghosts are more generous in themselves.

"Okay, you can keep it for your own use. I don't have a bank card." After Bai Song finished, I hung up the phone directly, using a ridiculous excuse to directly indicate that I don't want to.

Bai Song knows that the old ghost ’s family is actually not good. He also has a family to support. This 70,000 wo n’t help much, but it can at least relieve it.

"Who made the call? Your bank card is gone." Bai Song finally said a little loudly, the room was not big, and Su Qiuyu could be heard naturally.

"No one, a colleague in the past, he said that he would divide half of me for 70,000 yuan."

Bai Song lowered his head and continued to pick up the rice that he had not finished.

"Take what you can." Su Qiuyu gave Bai Song a blind eye, and ignored Bai Song, and continued to look at his book.

Bai Song is a little helpless. To be honest, sometimes he will not be believed by others. If he says he is born again, he must be put in a neurological hospital.

After all, in this society, neuropathy has become a normal state. Some neuropathy is true, and some neuropathy is pretended. But no matter what is true or false, no one will believe it in their absurd words.

If you do n’t believe it, now you can tell people at home that you came through or descended. No one will believe you, even the most trusted parents will only suspect that your brain is broken.

The night slowly deepened, and the cicadas outside were already tired.

Bai Song wore headphones and watched a documentary that I have n’t seen in years. Unlike food, it is a story about a group of young people circling the earth on a ship they made.

Experienced countless storms and countless human warmths. During this period, some people could not bear to leave midway, and even the captain broke his bones ...

But in the end, this pedestrian still completed this unforgettable journey. When he reached the end, it was also the starting point. That kind of mood should be worth everything.

At least, there will be no regrets when you get old.

The Bai Song followed the camera's perspective, and the mood fluctuated along the way. After watching it, I was relieved.

In a fast-paced life, watching a documentary is indeed extravagant.

In this mood, the eyelids of Bai Song begin to feel heavy, slowly, until they close and fall asleep ...

In the morning, a bright ray of sunlight passed through the window. The sunlight dazzled Bai Song from the dream. Bai Song rubbed his eyes and opened his eyes reluctantly.

Bai Song reached out and covered himself with a coat. Bai Song turned his head to look at the clothes that were originally Su Qiuyu. He fell asleep yesterday while sitting on a chair and watching.

Su Qiuyu watched her sleep and did not wake herself up. Bai Song put the Su Qiuyu coat back in the closet, and the clothes still had the faint fragrance of Su Qiuyu.

Bai Song glanced at the time and found that it was almost nine o'clock: "Oh, yes, I have agreed with Erpi today, I am afraid he is already waiting."

Bai Song hurriedly ate the breakfast prepared by Su Qiuyu, cleaned it up a bit after eating, and then plunged into the game cabin.