Chapter 73 Heavy Rain
With a strong feeling of falling, Sang Luo fell back to reality from the dream.
He suddenly opened his eyes, his breathing was rapid and disordered, and his heart was pounding.
In the dream, Sang Luo was OOCed by Sang Biao into Mr. Hart, and Mr. Hart was OOCed into an evil and greasy man. The scene of asking him if he was Zero shocked him greatly.
She closed her eyes, made up her mind, pushed the man in front of her away, and jumped down the stairs.
Sure enough, the feeling of falling successfully brought him back to reality.
When I woke up, it was already morning.
"Have I ever dreamed that long?" he murmured to himself.
Listening to the sound of raindrops outside the window, Sang Luo lay on the bed with his eyes closed for a long time before he felt that the swollen and painful solar plexus felt better.
The feeling of hunger in his stomach reminded him that it was time to eat.
Thinking about the good income last night, Sang Luo quickly got up, put on his clothes and went out.
On the second day after arriving in the Red Pomegranate Town, he used the salary advance he received from the bar owner to buy himself some clothes and daily necessities, and then booked the room for a month at a 20% discount.
The advantage over renting a house is that there are waiters who will help Sang Luo take his coat and boots that are muddy from the rain to the laundry room to clean them.
In order to prevent Sang Luo from having to delay his livelihood because of trivial matters when he was penniless, Sang Luo planned to compile the ghost stories he had written into a book and find a way to publish it.
If this can be achieved, the problem of survival can be easily solved.
"Perhaps, in the Western world, I should be a bard?"
Thinking of this, Sang Luo couldn't help laughing.
The poet Sang Luo, who is happy to improve his new status, is strolling around the streets.
Finally, we chose a restaurant with relatively simple decoration to have lunch.
As usual, he chose to spend the afternoon in a tavern with a warm fireplace on this gloomy afternoon with light rain.
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I don’t know if it’s because I had a weird dream that was developing into a gay relationship, but after waking up I felt dizzy and empty inside.
It was rare that Sang Luo had no inspiration at all today.
When the familiar pub waitress brought the tea over, Sang Luo was still sitting in his favorite corner, daydreaming.
There was a stack of draft paper on the table, brand new, and not a drop of ink on the tip of the quill pen.
And he just stared blankly at the pedestrians passing by outside the window.
Looking at the yellow fallen leaves blown by the cold wind.
Looking at a building opposite, I saw a flickering candlelight in a room.
Watching Mr. Hart pass by, open the door and walk into the pub...
Mr. Hart?
Sang Luo's eyes suddenly widened.
He quickly looked towards the door of the tavern, and sure enough, as the wind chimes rang, the tall man in a windbreaker and a top hat walked in and walked towards him.
He sat down opposite him.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Hart." Sang Luo greeted the man with a surprised and happy smile on her face.
Mr. Hart, who was speechless, simply nodded at him.
Then he unscrewed the ink bottle and began writing on the note with Sang Luo's feather pen.
Sang Luo looked at his hands, which were still wearing leather gloves and much larger than hers, and fell into deep thought.
It seemed like in the dream, Mr. Hart's palm was also this big.
The knuckles are distinct, the fingers are slender, and there are bulging blue blood vessels under the thin skin. When he raises his chin, his posture is very elegant.
Even though she said shocking things, she was still elegant with her figure and appearance.
Just as elegant as Mr. Hart in real life.
Sang Luo was daydreaming and didn't notice that the man opposite her had already written a note and handed it to her.
Until the slender index finger wrapped in a thin layer of leather tapped lightly on the table, making a crisp sound.
Sang Luo finally came to his senses.
His face flushed red, and he whispered, "S-Sorry! I was distracted just now..."
As he spoke, he hurriedly tried to pick up the note on the table, but the loose cuffs of his tweed coat almost knocked over the teapot.
Thanks to the man's quick eyes and hands, he managed to hold the tea in place, thus preventing it from making a mess on the table.
Now, Sang Luo didn't dare to look at him anymore.
I didn't dare look at his hands.
He lowered his head and read the contents of the note.
It said: Good afternoon, P.E. student. It's a nice day today, I'll treat you to chestnut cake.
Sang Luo was stunned.
Then he remembered that "sports student" was a stage name he had casually made up...
A faint feeling of embarrassment lingered around Sang Luo again.
He blushed and coughed lightly, then said to Mr. Hart, "You're very kind. You don't have to treat me to cake every time. I'd be embarrassed."
In fact, any discerning person can see that this young man, a new face in the town, a stand-up comedian in the pub known as Sportsman, is in somewhat tight financial shape.
It can even be said to be down and out.
This is also the reason why Sang Luo's female audiences always give him tips beyond the normal level.
A likable young man, anyone who has some spare money and is willing to spend some entertainment outside will be willing to give him some harmless tips.
The man nicknamed "Mr. Hart" by the young man was also willing to give a little sweet cake as a reward to the human he had recently shown great interest in.
The man tore off a new notepaper and wrote on it: It's okay. I hope the cake can bring you more inspiration and create better stories.
As I was writing, the waitress came over with a cake.
The man simply put the written note on the side of the cake plate and handed them both to Sang Luo.
While eating the sweet chestnut cake and looking at the encouraging words on the note, Sang Luo thought, this must be the top brother on the list?
Mr. Hart is my big brother.
very nice.
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The rain outside is getting heavier.
Large drops of water hit the stone road and splashed in all directions the moment they came into contact with the ground, bringing with them the dust in the air to form dirty black water, making the hems of clothes and trouser legs of everyone who passed by muddy.
The residents of the small town, who were used to light rain and therefore never carried umbrellas, were caught off guard by the sudden heavy rain.
I had to cover my head and run wildly in the rain.
In the tavern, which operates as a dessert shop in the afternoon, the firewood in the fireplace is burning brightly.
The air is filled with the aroma of sweet food and bitter tea, with a hint of charming smoky cedar.
Occasionally, the crackling sound of sparks flying on dry wood echoed with the sound of rain falling outside the window.
Forming a moving natural melody.
Sang Luo finally finished writing the last word, and he drew a round period at the end of the line.
After thinking about it, he marked the date in the lower right corner.
After doing all this, Sang Luo wiped the tip of the quill clean and carefully put it aside.
He then pushed the draft paper with the outline to Mr. Hart who was sitting opposite him.
After a few seconds, the outline was returned by the other party.
Sang Luo tilted his head and blinked in confusion.
Don't you want to watch it? But you've been sitting here waiting for so long, isn't it just to get spoilers?
Perhaps he understood Sang Luo's unspoken question, the man picked up the feather pen he had placed aside, dipped it in ink, and began to write a note.
Maybe it was because the room was too warm and the atmosphere was too quiet.
While waiting, Sang Luo couldn't help but yawn a little.
I’m so sleepy, he thought. Why do I always feel so sleepy when I’m alone with Mr. Hart?
Sang Luo felt like she had been waiting for a very long time before the note was finally handed to her by the man opposite.
There was only a short sentence on it: Are you sleepy? Do you want to take a nap?
Sang Luo shook his head.
He said, "I can't sleep. It's almost night time. I need to stay awake. I have a performance later in the evening."
Although he said he couldn't sleep, the fatigue came over him so strongly that he couldn't help yawning again.
He wrinkled his face and rubbed his eyes in a particularly cute way, trying to wake himself up.
Sang Luo simply propped up her cheek with one hand, looked at the man opposite her, and asked again, "You really don't want to read the outline? Or, you want me to dictate it to you now? That's fine too."
This time, Mr. Hart did not move for a long time.
Instead of reaching for a pen and pad, he turned to look out the window.
Following his movements, Sang Luo subconsciously looked out the window.
Then, a flash of blue lightning cut through the thick fog and dark clouds, and the dusk, which had originally had low visibility, was suddenly illuminated by light for a moment.
Sang Luo was shocked.
I was awakened from my sleepiness.
Immediately afterwards, there were several loud thunders.
The heavy rain instantly created a shallow layer of water in the middle of the road.
"Wow! It's been a long time since it rained this hard."
"Yeah, it rains a little bit every day. I almost forgot what heavy rain looks like."
"It's hard to deal with such heavy rain, Johnny. Go to the warehouse and see if there are any umbrellas."
Not far away, several waiters were talking in low voices.
Sang Luo also frowned - it was raining so heavily, the evening performance would probably be cancelled.
Sure enough, not long after, the fat owner of the tavern came down from upstairs.
He gathered all the employees, including Sang Luo, and announced, "It's raining so hard that there won't be many customers tonight. The pub is closed, and you can go home now. There will be no salary deductions due to the weather."
After saying that, he touched his belly and smiled kindly.
The employees cheered.
Sang Luo was also very happy. He ran to the booth and told Mr. Hart: "I'm off work - it's raining too hard, so I'm taking a break tonight."
After saying this, Mr. Hart nodded slightly.
Sang Luo knew that this was the greatest body language response that Mr. Hart, who was calm, reserved, gentlemanly, and silent, could give.
His eyes curved and he gave a shy smile.
Although the relationship between them was first and foremost that of a performer and the audience, and secondly, as Sang Luo secretly believed in her heart, that of friends.
But Sang Luo was already very happy to be able to share the news of not having to go to work with others.
He subconsciously ignored the fact that the person in front of him clearly loved listening to his ghost stories.
How could I really be happy for him just because he didn't have to work tonight?
While Sang Luo was talking to Mr. Hart, the few umbrellas that were found in the tavern warehouse had been divided up by several waiters.
So, when Sang Luo led Mr. Hart to the order counter, they were the only two left in the pub, along with the fat boss who was happily about to lock the door.
The boss asked him: "Huh? Why haven't you left yet?"
Sang Luo pointed to the booth in the corner and signaled to the boss: "My guests and I have been there all afternoon."
"Oh!" The boss then noticed that the man next to Sang Luo seemed to have appeared frequently in the tavern in recent days.
He is quite generous every time he orders.
The boss immediately put on a professional smile and said, "I'll go look in my room. I remember there's another umbrella. It's mine..."
Then he went upstairs.
Soon, he brought another black umbrella, which was obviously much better made than the one the waiters had just taken away, and handed it to Sang Luo.
He said, "Sports student, please see the guests off." As he said that, he stuffed a few copper coins into Sang Luo's coat pocket.
Sang Luo understood.
He looked at the man who was waiting quietly on the side and said, "Let's go."
The man took the black umbrella from him without saying a word.
The two went out together.
When she stepped out of the door, the man had already opened the umbrella and held it over Sang Luo's head in a very protective manner.
When Sang Luo saw that the heavy rain had stopped outside, he exclaimed in surprise: "Mr. Hart, we are so lucky, the rain has stopped..."
He turned around with a smile, wanting to share the good news with Mr. Hart.
But the moment he turned around, he bumped into the arms of a man who had suddenly become very close to him.
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