MTL - For a Prosperous World-Chapter 456 : Don't forget the way back

The streets were a bit cold, and there was some snow in the sky. The street lights radiate light, illuminating the city like no night. There are sparse figures on the sidewalk, and there are always not many pedestrians on this street, let alone this time.

Chinese New Year, everyone should be in a hurry to rush back to their homes and reunite with their loved ones.

A pedestrian put his hand on his neck, squeezed the tight scarf, and exhaled. The hot air was condensed into a white mist in the air and drifted slowly.

Pedestrians walked past a closed tavern with a sign for rest in front of the tavern. The translucent windows and the door were covered with a thin mist, as if covered with a layer of hoarfrost. Look at the tables and chairs by the window in the sake bar.

Looking at it like this, there should be no one in the store, too, this Chinese New Year should have been closed for home.

The pedestrian just glanced casually at the pub on the side of the road, and left without paying much attention.

In the light snow, light snow accumulates under the doorway of the tavern's door, and the suspending sign gently shakes with the wind.

Although the store is closed, yes, there are still two people in the store, and there are always some people who do not go home during the Chinese New Year. Or maybe they just don't know where is home.

"Grumbling Grumbling Grumbling ..."

There is a hot pot on a table in the tavern. Two people are sitting at the table, and there are only two people.

One of them seemed to be a young girl, the kind who would make people remember.

As for why it seems to be, because she has no place other than a girl like a girl. Neither her eyes nor her temperament looked like her age.

She wore a shirt and a pair of black trousers, and a black vest was worn on the outside of the shirt, which seemed to be the waiter in this pub.

On the opposite side of the waiter, there was an old woman with a wrinkled face, at least 50 years old. With an old-fashioned hairstyle on his head, his hand was on the table, and between his fingers was an old-fashioned cigarette.

In the corner of the pub, a gramophone, which may be called an antique, plays the song that can be called an antique one by one.

The whole pub feels old, even the waiter who looks like a girl.

The waiter's eyes looked a little strange, looking at the hot pot on the table.

Some time ago, the tavern owner suddenly asked her if she wanted to go home for the New Year, and she could take a vacation.

She said she had no home.

The boss didn't say much at that time, just said again.

It would be better to stay and eat together.

She thought it was just a casual talk. Who knew that when the door closed today, the boss really stopped her.

The owner of this hotel is the old woman who smokes in front of her.

At the table, the old lady was holding a cigarette and did not move her chopsticks, but looked out the window first. After a while, he raised the cigarette, took a sip in his mouth, and turned around.

Seeing that the waiter had not eaten, he asked while smoking a cigarette.

"Don't you say you want to eat hot pot, why not?"

"Just the two of us?" Asked the waiter, steaming white gas over the hot pot.

Actually, she wanted to ask the person in front of her. Isn't she going back to her own home after the New Year?

The old lady paused with her fingers between the cigarettes, stretched aside, and played soot.

"What's wrong, it used to be me. But if you come ten years earlier, there might be one or two people coming."

The lights in the tavern are not bright, or it can be said that there is some dimness, and the lobby where only two people are sitting is also empty.

The wife's eyes reflected the light in the tavern, as if she had fallen into some memories.

The waiter said nothing more, picked up chopsticks, picked up a piece of stew in the hot pot and delivered it to his mouth, eating with a big mouth.

The wife sitting on the other side frowned: "Is it delicious?"

"Hmm ..." The waiter replied as if he was just looking down to eat.

The old lady raised the corners of her mouth, and it seemed that some of her harsh faces revealed some mildness.

He held his cigarette between his fingers and took a sip.

"Then eat more, my wife can't eat so much."

This doesn't seem to be a decent New Year's Eve dinner. There is only one hot pot for two people. One person buried his head and ate, and one person looked at Xiaoxue outside the window and smoked.

There were even few simple conversations between the two, but they just waited.

Because this is rare once again, they can be accompanied by someone, waiting for the arrival of the new year with peace of mind.

In the clock hanging on the wall, the pointer passed by one minute and one second. At about twelve o'clock, the snow outside was a little heavier, and the city in the snow was still neon.

Probably full, the waiter put down his chopsticks.

The wife has already smoked a third cigarette. She smokes most of the time, but only occasionally eats some.

Seeing that the waiter put down her chopsticks, she leaned to her side with her cigarette in her hand and let out a breath. The smoke spread, and the neon outside shone on the window of the tavern ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ the wife asked.

"What is your name?"

The waiter has been here for a long time, but this is the first time she seriously asked her name.

"Gu Nan."

The waiter replied, the answer was very bland, and the voice was quiet.

"Oh!" A light sounded, and both looked over to the outside, and a firelight rose into the sky in the night sky, and gradually disappeared as it flew higher and higher.

"Bang!" Until the last moment it was going to fade, a sound came from mid-air, and a firework bloomed in the night sky, on the street connected by lights.

This should be the first firework in this city, but it will not be the last.

With more sounds, countless stars and flares flew up into the night sky, and then spread out in an instant. The bright and colorful flames illuminated the night sky, and also illuminated everyone who was watching the night sky at this time. Face.

Gu Nan suddenly said to the old woman sitting on the side.

"Boss, I want to take a leave after the year, about a month."

She is going to worship a few people in a place, she will go every few years, and it is time to go back to see this year.

The old lady was watching the fireworks intently, she was fascinated, and her old face was filled with rare memories and warmth. Maybe I was thinking, who would come to this pub to accompany her.

I don't know if she heard what Gu Nan was saying, but after a while, she said with a smile.

"Go, don't forget the way back."

Well, it's impossible to stay in one place all the time, but there are too many people on the journey, who have gone far, but one day found out that they had forgotten their way home.

It's like a wanderer, and I don't know where my home is. ()

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