Farewell

Those who often go to Basement Bar were all numb when they heard Charlie talk about "What is a Dignity person and what is a Civilization person?" Now that they had the opportunity to tease that guy, they were all very excited, and each one shouted louder than the other.

Charlie, who was wearing a white shirt with her shirt open and Black Waistcoat open, hesitated for a moment whether to pay nearly thirty people for a drink or to do a striptease.

Soon, he put down the beer in his hand and jumped onto a small round table.

He had never done anything stupid before when he was drunk here. What is there to be afraid of in striptease?

Lumian smiled and clapped, took out Banknotes with a denomination of 20 Felkine, photographed it on the bar, and said to Boss Pavar·Nissen, "Everyone has a cup, and you can drink whatever you like."

After saying that, he picked up the cup of Lenzqi and watched Charlie awkwardly twist his hips and carefully unbutton his shirt amidst the cheers.

"Be more intense! Be more rough!" Lumian shouted loudly in a tone of spectatorship.

Other Patron also followed suit.

Charlie was sweating on his forehead, and he was worried that violently tearing his clothes would damage his shirt.

This is not a cheap old Linen Shirt!

He thought for a moment and took off his sweater while the buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned.

Lumian took another sip of Lenzqi, sat back at the bar, looked at Gabriel who was holding Black-Rimmed Glasses and wearing dark overalls, and asked funnyly, "Is it so early today?"

Doesn't Playwright, who is used to staying up late, always come here to have a drink after midnight?

Gabriel held the green Absinthe and said with a peaceful smile, "I'm moving out tomorrow."

""Chaser of Light" is on?" Lumian suddenly made a guess.

Gabriel rubbed his messy brown hair, smiled and said, "Not yet, but after rehearsing for a while, whether it is Mr. Lopp, Renaissance Theater's director and Actor are very optimistic about it and I am very confident. I don't have to worry about how to live after moving to a more expensive place and spending all the 1000 Felkine advance payment. You know, I no longer write vulgar and vulgar stories for those tabloids."

"Where do you plan to move to?" Lumian asked casually.

Gabriel said with a longing look, "Saint Michel Street in District 2, many writers and Painter live there. Not far away are National Museum, Trier Arts Center, various Art Gallery and sculptures of different shapes."

District 2 is also called Art District or the financial district. It is half old and cultural, and half is a luxurious building that has been popular in the past ten years. It is home to the Intis Central Bank. The headquarters of banks, Trier Bank, Susie Bank, Assets and Credit Bank and other financial institutions and Trier Stock Exchange, Intis Futures Market and other places.

Saint Michel Street is the most peripheral street in this district, and the rent is relatively cheap, which has attracted many writers to settle in Painter.

"What a great place. Maybe you can knock down three writers and two Painter by throwing a brick. Oh, and Poet, who died without anyone noticing." Lumian recalled Aurora's ridicule to Saint Michel Street, and said it in his own words, not forgetting to ridicule the poorest Poet group.

Gabriel took a sip embarrassedly Absinthe:

"But it is indeed the most suitable place for communication and creation. Unlike here, it is relatively quiet only at night, but it is only relatively, and there is the hateful Bedbug..."

Speaking of this, Gabriel suddenly remembered that the rough and fierce but humane Gang leader next to him was Golden Rooster Inn's current Boss, and quickly shut his mouth.

At this time, Charlie finished his striptease, put on his shirt again, squeezed out from Patron who "maliciously" commented on his figure, sat next to Lumian, and said casually, "I've been too busy recently. I haven't been here for several days. I want to sleep as soon as I get home. Look, look, this is the trouble of being a Dignity person. Hey, why do you suddenly want to investigate the wanted criminals from Cordou Village on a large scale?"

Yo, you have become a lot smarter after learning? Lumian, who wanted to practice his speaking skills, smiled and responded, "What does Cordou Village's matter have to do with me Charles·Dubois?"

After changing Contract from "Man-Faced Mantis" to "Face of Niser", he is no longer worried about being recognized by the authorities.

Seeing that Lumian was so confident, Charlie stopped mentioning the matter and happily talked about how he was actually introduced to a Women Teacher by a colleague. Although the other party did not take a fancy to him, it also proved that he was one step closer to becoming a real Dignity person.

After drinking until almost early in the morning, Lumian and Gabriel, who was moving tomorrow, sent Charlie away and walked up the stairs to the second floor.

Gabriel looked at the corridor wall with only one Gas Wall Lamp, newspaper and cheap pink Paper, and suddenly felt a little emotional:

"When I was about to leave, I realized that there was something worth remembering here.

"When I first moved here, I thought that with my talent, it would not take long to get out of this garbage heap, uh, Hell-like hotel. Who knows, I stayed there for ten months. Even if I moved to Saint Michel Street, I would often think of the little Bar that I could reach just downstairs. I thought I remember the Absinthe that made me sober and intoxicated, the pungent smell of Sulfur, those hateful Bedbug, and those people who gave me light in the darkness, Miss Safali, Charlie, and you."

While Gabriel was speaking, he stopped and reached out to touch the crack in the wall exposed where the newspaper fell off.

"Do you writers just like to express emotions suddenly and write in long sentences?" Lumian mocked.

Gabriel said with a smile, "I don't know if other writers would be like this. I do it occasionally.

"I have lived here for almost a year, and I have seen many tenants disappear suddenly, leave in a hurry, or end their lives Pain, but the next day, no, maybe just an hour later, there will be new tenants chasing The prosperity of Trier comes in order to chase the dreams in the heart and live in the room they left. Most of them failed and disappeared like Dust, but there will always be batches of people coming, and maybe one or two will succeed.

"This is the inspiration for the script of "Chaser of Light"."

"You are the successful one." Lumian remembered Mrs. Michel who hung herself to death singing the lyrics "This is City of Joy, this is Eternal Trier", and no longer felt like mocking Gabriel.

"Hope." Gabriel's face was filled with a look of anticipation.

He took another step and went up to the second floor, but he didn't stop and seemed to continue going up.

"Are you going?" Lumian could probably guess the answer, but still asked politely.

Gabriel pointed upstairs:

"Go and say goodbye to Miss Safali, and thank her for always encouraging me."

Lumian showed a teasing smile, pinched his lips with his hands, and whistled:

"Have a fantastic night!"

"I didn't!" Gabriel denied subconsciously.

Lumian turned around, walked towards Room 207, waved his hand and said, "Can't a person have a dreamy night?"

Gabriel was speechless.

After watching Charles enter the room, he cleared his throat and continued to walk towards Third Floor.

On the way, he remembered many past events, including the first time he met Mannequin Safali, the first time he chatted with her about creation, and the first time he received encouragement...

He knew that mannequins were a profession with very low incomes. The most popular male models only paid 80 to 90 felkin a month, and the average one might only cost 60 to 70, which is equivalent to a trainee waiter in a hotel. The female model only had about 40 felkin to support herself. She could only work part-time as a part-time job. There was no one who chose to expose her body and become a model for a painter out of laziness and greed for enjoyment.

The same is true for Safali. I endure criticism just to make a little more money and to change the current situation.

Gabriel stopped outside Room 309 and knocked gently on the door.

"Please come in." Safali's voice sounded slightly like Cavern.

Gabriel opened the door and saw Safali standing in front of the window Wooden Table. Lake-Blue Long Dress slipped from her body and piled on the ground.

Under the light of Crimson Moonlight, Safali's brown eyes are erratic, her brown hair is disheveled, and her fair body is inlaid with human faces one after another.

Some of them are gorgeous, some are ferocious, some are handsome, some are sinister, and their eyes all looked at Gabriel at the same time.

Gabriel was startled and almost screamed.

"What's the matter?" Safali's voice with a strong sense of withdrawal sounded again.

Gabriel suddenly came to his senses and realized that the faces were almost real Oil Painting, and the canvas was Safali's body.

Thinking that the other party's occupation was Mannequin, Gabriel didn't ask any more questions and exhaled, "I'm moving out tomorrow. Thank you for your encouragement in the past few months."

As soon as he finished speaking, Safali stretched out his right hand and his eyes became blurred.

Gabriel walked in involuntarily.

Half an hour later, Gabriel was lying on the bed, holding Safali, and said sincerely, "Come to Saint Michel Street with me."

Safali shook his head firmly:

"I'm also going to move away and go somewhere else."

Gabriel asked, "Where to go?"

"Go to a place called 'Hostel', there are my friends there." Safali's voice took on a hint of Cavern again.

Gabriel tried to persuade her again and again, but was rejected by Mannequin.

He had no choice but to leave sadly, Safali got out of bed naked and watched him walk to the door.

At this time, Crimson Moon was covered, and the room was extremely dark. The Oil Painting faces on Safali's body suddenly seemed to come to life, and they all opened their mouths at www. hetushu. com•com looking at Gabriel's back.

They finally calmed down, and Gabriel closed the door politely.

The next morning, http://m•hetushu. com. com Lumian was running, practicing boxing, and looking for breakfast as usual.

After returning to Golden Rooster Inn, he saw that the room next door to Gabriel had been opened, with no people and no luggage.

Lumian curiously went to Third Floor and found that Room 309 had the same problem.

He immediately said "tsk tsk" and walked back to Room 207 with a smile.

Not long after, "Doll" Messenger appeared and threw the letter paper folded into squares and a mask of Silver-White onto Wooden Table.

"Justice"Lady's reward has come? Lumian was overjoyed.