Mo Boyu could no longer remember how long it had been since Ning Yichu's wedding.
Ning Yichu looked so beautiful in her wedding dress that day. During his days and nights wandering overseas, he would always dream of her in her white wedding dress at that time.
How he wished that the person standing beside her was himself...
In the past twenty years of his life, he has always been self-disciplined and polite, and has never made any mistakes.
Now, after wandering around Europe for several months and visiting countless countries, he is like a wandering poet who is addicted to bars at night and sleeps in the open air, or like a bohemian prodigal with no way back.
On the banks of the Seine in a foreign country, seagulls fly by, and tourists feed gray pigeons with bread crumbs from time to time. The scene is quiet and beautiful.
Suddenly, a melodious music was heard.
A few street improvisers were gathering together, the tambourines were beating, the accordion and violin played the main tune, creating a melodious melody, and seagulls were flying by the river.
Mo Boyu was a little drunk. He looked up subconsciously and saw a scene that he would never forget.
At dusk, fiery clouds spread across the sky, dyeing the light orange. A Chinese girl in a white dress and a brown leather belt was dancing gracefully to the street music.
The dance is also improvisational, but it is so passionate and full of vitality.
The bells on the girl's skirt jingled, making crisp sounds. A smile spread across her face as she lifted up the hem of her skirt and turned around.
Mo Boyu's gloomy heart seemed to be infected by this enthusiastic smile, and he felt an unprecedented vitality.
Her dance attracted many people to stop and watch.
The crowd applauded her and clapped the beat.
The girl danced more and more happily, but she suddenly saw something out of the corner of her eye. A sly smile flashed across her eyes and she immediately stopped dancing.
"I'm leaving now! See you next time!"
Jian Zhiyao blinked cunningly, grabbed the black backpack on the ground and ran away. However, after running two steps, he stepped back, grabbed a handful of banknotes from the bag, and placed them in the guitar case in front of the street jam band. "Goodbye!"
Her voice is just like her, clear and lively.
She laughed loudly and said this, then disappeared around the corner in the blink of an eye, just like Cinderella's magic at midnight, the time had come and Cinderella hurried away.
After the girl left, a group of neatly dressed men in black quickly arrived. They looked around, grabbed the banknotes in the violin case, glanced at the serial number, and ordered, "Keep chasing!"
They quickly followed the girl's departing figure.
Mo Boyu watched this farce but didn't take it seriously. It was just a small episode in the evening.
As the sun set, he walked into a bar as usual, ordered the strongest cocktail, sat in a booth and daydreamed, enjoying the incongruous and lively atmosphere.
It seemed strange that there was no one around him.
I drank glass after glass of wine and couldn't taste it anymore.
At this moment, there was some commotion at the door, and a girl in a light blue dress rushed in quickly. Her eyes quickly swept through the crowd, and finally, locked onto Mo Boyu.
She flew into the booth like an elf. Before Mo Boyu could react, he raised his eyes and saw the girl's eyes light up.
Then she boldly took his hand and quickly sat next to him.
"Uncle, I'll lend it to you. Please don't make any noise!"
As soon as the girl's clear voice fell, Mo Boyu felt something soft pressing against him.
Jian Zhiyao pulled his big hand over and placed it on her waist, then half of her body leaned in the man's arms. She blinked and suddenly kissed him.
There was something irrational about this kiss.
The charming aroma of alcohol was everywhere, and the music was deafening. A dark light flashed across Mo Boyu's dark eyes, and he subconsciously wanted to push the person in front of him away.
However, the girl in front of him wrapped her hands tightly around him and was not polite at all.
She whispered, "Please, uncle, help me."
"Someone wants to kill me..."
Because of this last sentence, Mo Boyu softened his heart.
He let the little girl have whatever she wanted.
There were footsteps behind him, followed by a sharp voice.
"Where is she?"
"I don't know. I didn't see her. It's too dark here. Did she escape through the back door?"
"Chase!"
The group evacuated quickly.
The drunkenness in Mo Boyu's mind seemed to clear up a bit, and he pulled the girl who was clinging to him away.
Emotions surged in Rumo's eyes, and finally he said in a calm yet complex voice, "They're gone."
After he finished speaking, he realized that the bright and pure girl in front of him was the dancing girl he saw at dusk today.
I was surprised for a moment.
Jian Zhiyao looked at him with a smile, his eyes moving smartly and cunningly, "Uncle, since you've helped me once, why don't you be a good person and take me away?"
"My father owes them a huge amount of money. If you don't take me with you, I won't be able to escape. They will kill me and sell my organs..."
Jian Zhiyao blinked pitifully, trying to arouse the sympathy of the man in front of her.
Obviously, she succeeded.
Mo Boyu couldn't bear to watch the girl die tragically, so he could only shake his head helplessly.
"Come with me tonight. I'll arrange a hotel for you, and you can leave on your own before dawn tomorrow."
The man's voice was gentle, and there was only a hint of sympathy in his eyes when he looked at her.
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