Chapter 081 Work Suspension
Sang Luo was in a good mood, probably because he confessed his feelings to Mr. Hart and received the same affirmative response from him.
It’s so good that you can go boating in the thick fog... Huh?
Sang Luo looked around, astonished. "Why is the fog so thick?" He gently raised his limbs and clenched his palms in the air, feeling as if wisps of air were flowing through his fingers. "Mr. Hart, look, it's so beautiful! I feel like I'm wrapped in clouds and mist."
He couldn't help but sigh, "It's really beautiful, filled with fairy air. Where I used to live, there was rarely fog anymore, mostly smog."
The fog around them was so thick that it made the two of them feel like they were sitting in the clouds.
Sang Luo and Mr. Hart were very close to each other, but even at such a distance, the man's figure was partially hidden by the fog.
It is no longer possible to communicate through writing.
Sang Luo asked him, "Shall we go back to the tavern now? Today is the end of the ghost story. I plan to tell the boss that I want to take some time off and go out and have a look after today."
After saying that, Sang Luo handed her hand to the man.
I noticed that what Sang Luo meant was not to leave the Red Pomegranate Town completely, but to go out and take a look and come back.
This made the man's tense mood relax a little.
He drew a circular period on the palm of Sang Luo's hand to show his agreement.
Sang Luo found this exchange very amusing and asked him again, "Will you go with me?"
Mr. Hart: .
Sang Luo: "Before you go, let me see what you look like, okay?"
Mr. Hart: .
Sang Luo thought Mr. Hart was so cute.
He didn't think that the question-and-answer game he played with Mr. Hart was childish at all.
People who are in love usually always have a sweet childlike heart.
Seeing that the fog around him seemed to have thinned a little, Sang Luo couldn't help but sigh that the weather in this small town in the forest was as unpredictable as the weather on the plateau.
He stood up, stretched his body, and patted the dew on the shoulders of his woolen coat. Then he extended his hand to the man who was still sitting upright in the chair and said, "Let's go. We should go back to the tavern. You definitely don't want to miss the ending I carefully planned tonight."
The two men shook hands.
The man's big hand, wearing a black leather glove, held the young man's slightly smaller hand in his palm.
They walked side by side in the thick fog.
The young man didn't know that the fog in the entire town was actually moving around him.
Just like he didn't know that the mysterious lover beside him was the devil who appeared in his dreams every day.
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"When he left, Sang Biao took away the new book that could save his insurance company from bankruptcy."
"When this book is officially published, Sang Biao will receive a huge bonus that will allow him to live a free and easy life for the rest of his life without having to worry about his livelihood."
"He once thought about whether he should stay."
"It was Da Piaoliang who told him that he didn't need to stay and didn't need to linger for the people from the past. Only then did he make up his mind to leave."
"The moment he left the town, Sang Biao felt extremely melancholy. He tightly grasped the locket in his hand. It was his only souvenir from the town."
"Faced with the unknown adventure that lay ahead, he felt lost and at a loss as to what to do. He opened the locket, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man's voice, appearance, and smile."
"But he saw that the photos and amulets that were originally inside the locket were all gone. Instead, he saw a familiar beautiful face with red lips in the mirror, smiling softly at him."
Mr. Hart in the audience was the first to applaud.
Then, huge applause and cheers resounded throughout the tavern lobby.
The waiters relit the candles that had just been blown out for the sake of atmosphere, and hung out the kerosene lamps hidden in the cabinets, restoring the tavern to its ambiguous lighting.
Sang Luo jumped down from the high stool and bowed deeply to the audience.
He didn't expect that, contrary to his previous plan, he was soft-hearted and gave Sang Biao and Da Piaoliang a relatively harmonious OE ending, which actually made the audience like them even more.
It seems that even in ghost stories, male audiences who have become depressed will prefer a happy ending where the story gets both money and beauty.
And those ladies... although they felt sad about what happened to Da Piaoliang, they also agreed that Sang Luo arranged a handsome and affectionate male companion like Sang Biao for Da Piaoliang.
"Hey, athlete, will there be any follow-up to their story?" a guest asked loudly.
"Of course." Sang Luo told him with a smile, "But it will be a little later."
Afterwards, Sang Luo went backstage to change clothes.
He didn't tell his guests that what he said about staying up later in the evening would really be better - in the afternoon, Sang Luo used the high tips he had recently earned to pay off the salary advance he had previously received from the tavern owner.
The tavern owner thought he was quitting and immediately tried to keep him.
You know, Sang Luo's talk show brought a lot of business to his tavern.
This kind of ghost story, which contains elements of fantasy, adventure, horror, and borderline stories, is so novel that the fat owner of the tavern couldn't find anyone to replace the young man who suddenly appeared in his store looking for a job. He thought Sang Luo was poached by another hotel in town, and he wanted to give him a raise immediately.
It was Sang Luo who patiently explained that he just wanted to go for a walk outside the town to find some inspiration and he would come back later. Only then did the boss sit back on his sofa chair doubtfully - he was so scared that he jumped up when he thought Sang Luo was going to resign.
Sang Luo planned to pack up tomorrow. Although he didn't have much stuff, he had already agreed with the boss that he could put his luggage on the second floor of the tavern and then buy some things before setting off.
Tomorrow, the posters in the pub will announce that the athletes are taking a break and the performance has been postponed.
Sang Luo wants to use the money he has earned recently to take a good look at this strange world where he has traveled to and may have to live in it for the rest of his life.
He would come back when his money ran out or his lover missed home.
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"Thank you, ma'am." Sang Luo thanked the ladies who came to the dressing room regularly and gave him tips.
He hugged them all.
Perhaps they had guessed that Sang Luo would be away for a while, but one of the older women patted Sang Luo on the shoulder and said, "Child, you are at the age where you should bravely enjoy the world. But if you encounter things that inspire you, don't forget to write them down as stories and come back to tell us. I think there is no audience that loves you more than everyone at the Dream Tavern."
Sang Luo was somewhat moved by what she said. She sniffed and promised, "I will!"
So, when Sang Luo opened the back door and saw Mr. Hart, who had changed his way to pick him up from the alley entrance to the back door because of the thick fog, his excitement still had not subsided.
The man who noticed this gently wiped the corners of his eyes.
"I didn't cry," Sang Luo explained. "I just felt a little homesick... You know, my home isn't actually here. I came to Red Pomegranate Town and work in a tavern. The guests there are very friendly to me. I think I'll miss them terribly when I'm traveling."
What Sang Luo didn't tell Mr. Hart was that because of the ladies who came to say goodbye to him, he remembered the people in his original world: his roommate Garcia, the old village party secretary who sponsored his schooling, and his teachers and classmates.
Sang Luo felt that his life was not too long, but he always said goodbye to people suddenly.
Even though he has gotten used to it, he still feels lost and reluctant.
He has never had any close relationships, but he cherishes everyone around him who is kind to him.
That's why he fell in love so quickly with Mr. Hart, who in his heart was extremely mature, steady, gentle and reliable.
Sang Luo tightly grasped the hand of the man who led him through the darkness and thick fog and asked him, "You will stay with me, right?"
The hand shook back firmly, telling Sang Luo the answer through body language.
That night, Mr. Hart also followed Sang Luo upstairs.
The two of them sat in the same position as last time.
Mr. Hart took out the quill and ink bottle from his pocket. Sang Luo had forgotten them when they left the park in the afternoon, and he had put them in his pocket.
Mr. Hart wrote: Why is today's ending different from what you told me before?
Sang Luo knew that Mr. Hart, a story fan, would definitely ask him this question.
Then he brought out the excuse he had prepared long ago: "Because I want to give the people in the story a relatively good ending."
Someone drew a big question mark on the notebook.
Sang Luo felt that Mr. Hart was somewhat cute.
They became more and more familiar with each other, and then when Mr. Hart wrote, he would be lazy and omit a lot of redundant descriptions, and even use a tilted head or a single question mark to express his doubts, as he does now.
Sang Luo continued to explain: "Do you remember the day when we first met in the bar in the afternoon? The earliest version of the ghost story did have a thrilling and meaningful ending. But since that night, I have been dreaming about my story frequently."
"Regardless of why I dreamed, in my dream, I saw the whole story from a beautiful perspective. I found it hard not to have real feelings for some of the characters. I could empathize with their experiences and hope for a relatively better ending."
"I realized that there was real love between the hero and heroine in the story. Even the borderline sexual encounters were based on affection. So when I wrote the sequel, I gave Da Piaoliang and Sang Biao an OE ending."
Speaking of this, Sang Luo scratched his head a little embarrassedly.
He planned to tell Mr. Hart later, perhaps during his trip, that he wanted to compile the stories of Da Piaoliang and Sang Biao into a collection, using them as the protagonists to start a new fantasy adventure story—yes, not just a ghost story. Sang Luo would add more elements to their adventures, making it more than just a horror story, but a more content-rich and popular novel suitable for all ages.
I hope that in the future, when I go on adventures with Mr. Hart, I can encounter many interesting things, and then use these experiences as materials to give to Da Piaoliang and Sang Biao.
After listening to Sang Luo's explanation, Mr. Hart nodded thoughtfully.
Love and sex?
Something incomprehensible and incomprehensible.
But Sang Luo will teach me.
At night, in my dreams, he would teach me about love and sex.
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The author has something to say:
Countdown to Mr. Hart's fall 0/3.
Suddenly it occurred to me that if Sang Luo had no manners and no moral ethics and suddenly took off Mr. Hart's hat and scarf, he would find that there was nothing inside - no brain, no body, just empty.
Would he be so frightened that he would place his hands on his chest and die peacefully?
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