Gilan and Miss Sparrow sat at 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 very talkative and mostly just acted as a listener.
Miss Sparrow was chatting happily, chattering with rosy cheeks.
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 No. Horst Fifth Street 5. However, Miss Sparrow was not in a high mood when saying goodbye. He reluctantly waved to Gilan before pushing open the courtyard door and entering.
Mr. Fuz was already standing at the door before she even got off the carriage.
It's like keeping an eye on what's going on outside the apartment.
When he saw the forced smile on his daughter's face, the middle-aged man suddenly became furious. He mistakenly thought that the boy outside the hospital had bullied Aurora. He glared at her and wanted to go out with his cane to settle the score with him.
Seeing that posture, he is serious.
He really wants 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. However, his eyes were still unkind and he stared at the young man.
Gilan once again ignored Mr. Fuz's eyes, raised his hat, and saluted him from a distance.
Immediately, he nodded slightly towards Miss Sparrow, turned around and left.
When I returned to the Assembly apartment, it was already five o'clock and it was dark.
After having dinner with Mr. Stork and Old Jerry, Gilan sat alone in the living room, lost in thought.
He remembered the past.
That cramped rental house contained a computer, a Game machine, a set of desks, chairs, and a bed.
Hundreds of Game cassettes, 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, Game Streamer with disabled legs. Apart from Game, I have nothing...'
Gilan leaned back on the sofa and remembered the night before the time travel, when he was so lost in bed that he looked at the ceiling and muttered the words three times.
At this time, he suddenly laughed.
"Now, my name is Gilan·Iros, I am 20 years old and a fugitive."
He chuckled Whisperer.
"But I see good things."
His fingers touched the sofa and his eyes scanned everything in the living room.
He has 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.'
Gilan's eyes flashed with coldness.
'Louis Family tried to harm me several times, they deserve to die!'
Just as he was thinking about it, he would take action after watching <Rongdeng Great Plague#2> with the Assembly members.
At this time, there was a sudden knock on the apartment door.
Tuk-tuk-tuk...
Gilan'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 off-shoulder 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 standing at the door?"
Miss Seagull, with flushed cheeks, was carrying a bottle of red wine. He gave Gilan a charming look, pushed him away, and staggered in.
Gilan closed the door and turned around to see Miss Seagull leaning on the sofa, raising the bottle and pouring wine into his mouth.
Dark red wine leaked from the corners of his mouth and dripped onto his collarbone.
Gilan 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 on Miss Seagull's cheek.
"What are you looking at?" Miss Seagull shouted, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief, squinting his blurred eyes, and asked Gilan.
Gilan shook his head and did not answer.
Miss Seagull snorted and handed the bottle over politely.
"Drink some with me."
Gilan stared at her for a few seconds and 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?" Gilan asked casually.
"It was taken at the banquet. Who dares to arrest those 'big shots'? Ha..."
Miss Seagull chuckled.
He glanced at Gilan who was drinking from a cup, then frowned and said:
"Why, do you dislike me?"
"Well, there's your saliva on the bottle."
Gilan said lightly.
Miss Seagull stared with beautiful eyes and said angrily:
"A man who doesn't understand amorous feelings!"
Gilan ignored her and drank red wine by himself.
The quality of this wine is very high, far from being comparable to the "Miss Grape" privately brewed by 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 his glass of wine, Miss Seagull spoke after a brief silence:
"At the banquet, I slapped the son of a senior congressman... My father gave me a slap in the face when he went out."
"Why are you telling me this?" Gilan put down the glass.
"Because there's no one to tell."
Miss Seagull was leaning limply on the sofa, his head tilted, his eyes empty, and his messy short hair casually covering his forehead.
"I don't like that guy at all, why should I marry him... I'm just a tool for my father's superiority, a commodity for exchange."
"Then let's go, go far." Gilan said.
"Huh?" Miss Seagull looked puzzled.
"I'm afraid the plague in the poor areas is not simple, and the rich areas may not be safe either. Leave Black City as soon as possible."
Gilan will say the reminder.
"Mr. Stork will temporarily disband 'Record Society' after a while. He and Old Jerry will leave here, and I will leave too."
"?!"
Miss Seagull looked stunned.
She slowly sat up, panic flashing across her face.
"Disband... does everyone have to leave?"
"Mr. Oystercatcher and Miss Sparrow are still considering it."
Gilan answered truthfully.
Miss Seagull fell into deep thought.
"Take me away!" She raised her head and stared directly at Gilan.
This is the second time Gilan has heard similar words today.
But it is impossible for him to accept a burden to follow 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.
Miss Seagull The light in his eyes dimmed.
"Then... come watch a movie with me." She said softly.
Gilan glanced at Miss Seagull, but this time, he did not refuse.
"Okay."
Not long after.
The two of them entered the utility room, turned off the lights and watched a movie.
A very ordinary tragic romance film called "Butterfly on the Sea".
It tells the story of 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 hero was killed in battle, and the heroine was so distraught that she jumped into the sea and committed suicide. However, the hero returned safely and with the glory of victory, and planned to marry the heroine, but it was too late.
This is just a tragedy caused by the messenger's mistake in getting the name wrong.
A very cliched plot.
But what impressed Gilan a little more was the scene at the end of the film.
The male protagonist has his back to the camera, sailing alone, accompanied by a Seagull.
A line:
"Seagull is the soul of a lover, and a butterfly lost in the sea of souls."
Gilan found the movie boring.
He originally thought that Miss Seagull would watch it with all his attention, but halfway, he heard a subtle snore coming from his side.
Turning around, I saw that Miss Seagull had fallen asleep long ago.