Chapter 51 (1/2)
The front line of the war has approached Iraq's capital, Baghdad. Originally prosperous city is now a layer of bleak haze on Longjiang, the distant sound of gunfire makes it difficult for everyone living here to sleep.
Of course, this is for the people who live here.
For ”foreign friends” like Roberts and Jiang Chen, they still drink when they should drink, and still play when they should have fun. What happened here has nothing to do with them.
The lights were shaking in the dance hall of the bar, and the heavy metal rap was piercing everyone's eardrum. In the middle of the dance floor, a beautiful woman in Lebanon twists her body like a water snake and throws her long dark gold hair high. The men sitting on the edge of the dance floor let out a cry of wolf and spilled Franklin in their hands in exchange for more exciting actions of the dancers.
The black bartender placed the cocktails in front of Roberts and Jiang Chen by the glittering bar. It is said that this bar is the property of some British people, and the patrons are mostly foreign soldiers, overseas workers and journalists.
People here don't have to worry about the bloody war. Even if the battle comes to the door, the troops of their country will come to cover their retreat.
I have to say, it's really enviable. No matter how strong you feel in your country. A sense of security that cannot be brought about by strong condemnation, concern and consultation.
However, in terms of the evacuation of overseas Chinese, the Chinese government did a very good job.
”Bon voyage.” Roberts raised his glass.
”Bon voyage.” Jiang Chen had a drink with him and then took a drink with his head up.
The taste of this cocktail is very strange. Besides alcohol, I don't know how many strange things are mixed in.
”I heard that alcohol is forbidden here.” Jiang Chen shakes the crystal wine glass and happily looks at the beauty twisting on the stage.
”That's for the believers. The owner of this shop has a very hard back office and has a franchise. Moreover, most of the patrons here are American soldiers serving in military bases or mercenaries in Blackwater. Occasionally, people from two extreme points make trouble, and they will be quickly expelled. You don't even need security here. ” Roberts laughed and took a sip of the wine.
”For these guys who are likely to die at any time, it's only with this high intensity of stimulation that they can relax a little and feel alive.” Roberts squinted.
People who could die at any time are not just soldiers who patrol bombs, but also dealers like Roberts who sell arms.
Jiang Chen's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, but also fell into meditation. He thought about the devastated end of the world, and the people struggling there...
it wasn't sympathy.
It just feels like he's one of those guys who could die at any time?
Forget it. You'd better be more careful in the future.
Shaking his head, Jiang Chen also raised his head and took a mouthful.
”Handsome boy, don't you want a drink?” The two Central Asian beauties in their navel exposed suits walked to Jiang Chen and Roberts and threw a wink at them.
Which do you want Roberts whistled at the two beauties, then glanced at him vaguely, ”beautiful girl of Lebanon, it's my treat.”
”None of them. I feel dizzy. I want to go to bed early. I have to catch a plane tomorrow.” Jiang Chen didn't know why he was not interested, sighed and threw his glass on the bar.
”Don't be a middle-aged man, man. Ha ha, those two belong to me. ” Roberts laughed and took the two beauties into his arms. He took advantage of his drunkenness to wipe up the oil, which attracted a burst of tender smile.
Gently rubbed some astringent temples, Jiang Chen grinned and stood up.
Dragging his brain paralyzed by alcohol, he walked to the door, leaving behind the roar of heavy metal music and the cheers full of hope...
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he opened the door of the hotel, and with the breath of alcohol all over his body, Jiang Chen fell on the soft bed and then fell asleep.
Curled up on one side, Aisha frowned slightly when she smelled the pungent smell of wine, but then she sighed.
After all, he is not a believer...
as soon as he arrived at Babylon Hotel, Jiang Chen brought her here. Not only did she have a hot bath, but also took her to a hot lunch, and then asked the waitress to go to the nearby shopping mall to buy her some clean clothes. In principle, this is not within the scope of the work of the waiter, but in front of the tip, the principle is not a problem.
After settling Ayesha, Jiang Chen left the hotel.
I didn't come back until about midnight.
Ayisha did not sleep at the moment. She had already regarded herself as Jiang Chen's wife. She was very primly waiting for the man to go home. It was taught by her mother, but she couldn't see the day when her daughter got married.
In fact, it is still unknown whether she will get married or not. She has heard that many countries in the world are monogamous. As for her ”wife” who was picked up, she did not expect her position or anything. As long as Jiang Chen doesn't throw her away, she will be very satisfiedAt the moment, Aisha has washed and changed into clean clothes.
The face with exotic flavor, there is a little bit of budding beauty. However, the expressionless expression, but let this aesthetic feeling was a lot of dust. The skinny body looks slightly malnourished, but the lines that are passable are already outlined by the clothes that are not so loose. I believe that as long as a little conditioning, Aisha can become a beauty like her mother.
There are many beautiful women in her ancestral country.
However, in this desert, beauty is a sin...
different from Xia Shiyu's arrogant high cold, her pupil exudes a pure indifference, which seems to be indifference to life? Jiang Chen can't see it, but he can feel something.
Having witnessed her parents' tragic death, she has already drained away the tears of fear and sorrow, and even her hatred has disappeared. On the way to see her death, even let her have a thin sense of the existence of their own life.
If she is about to suffer more than death, she can even calmly make the choice to die. This is the logic that war taught her, a cruel logic.