Chapter 122 (1/2)

Besides wine, there is smoke on the table.

Filona doesn't smoke a lot, but when she is extremely tired, she still touches one or two.

The neon lights in the dance hall shine on the crazy wriggling bodies on the dance floor, casting strange shadows everywhere. Wild music ideas strike everything, as if the soul is separated from the body and vibrates rhythmically with the vibration of the sofa.

Filona opened her thick lips slightly, and a string of smoke rings came out of his mouth like fish bubbles, and rolled up and floated over the coffee table.

It's 19 years or 18 years. She can't remember clearly. In a trance, Lin Zicong's big hand swam on him. She couldn't tell where she was and whether the time was going back. This kind of emotion, which had been repressed for a long time, was like a runaway wild horse. She wanted to rush out of her body along that hand.

It's a primitive human desire.

No, this is not Lin Zicong! Only when he is about to die, will he indulge in lingering, and only when he is about to die, will he have some delusions about philona! His most deadly words: ”dying, it's necessary to keep an African American seed...” were not in my ears, but the voice of words overtook the music and rang clearly in filona's ears.

Filona was startled. She grabbed the hand and scattered the tease that the man had saved. Then she sat upright, took two puffs of the cigarette, and pressed the cigarette end into the ashtray. She is not a casual woman, although her image is casual now.

”What's the matter with you?” Yamashita Xiumei is enjoying the unbridled walk on her with the hand of another bartender. When she sees philona clapping the strong man's hand, she asks, half pure and half licentious, with her head tilted.

This is the characteristic of the black market. At night, there are usually all night carnivals. The principle of the underground city is that as long as there are not too many social problems, the more such dances, the better. Due to hiding underground every day, people need stimulation to forget the depression of life, so the underground city is not limited to such things.

Filona took a deep breath and murmured, ”I'm too old to get used to it.”

The reason was far fetched, and even she felt guilty.

But it's better than anything else.

Yamashita Xiumei waved her hand, and the waiter retreated. Just then, she straightened her hair, took the wine glass on the table, took a sip, and said with a smile, ”how old are you, pretending to be mature in front of me?”

The wine is a bit exciting. It's the special taste of the bartender here. He smacked his mouth and whistled at the foot of the mountain. He patted filona's thigh very comfortably. He pinched it wantonly and changed his tone. He continued: ”but now that we're back, we're all four people. What can't we see? Come out, when it comes to entertainment, what else can't be left behind? I've been in this damned underground for a long time. It's almost moldy. Don't think about those old things. I'm drunk today

Filona didn't pick it up. Instead, she took a cup of water, drank it slowly, and leaned on the back of the sofa. After a long time, he just said: ”you said, it seems that there is no loophole in all this, but I always feel the underground undercurrent surging. Why is that?”

The foot of the mountain was stunned for a moment. The words were endless. Ordinary people couldn't answer them at all. But Xiumei was not an ordinary person at the foot of the mountain. She turned her eyes and said, ”if your heart is strong enough... I want to take you to a place.”

Filonacci said, ”is it strong enough to bear in your heart? What do you mean