Those who often go to the basement bar have recently been numb to Charlie's words about "what is a decent person and what is a civilized person", and they were all very excited when they had the opportunity to tease that guy, shouting louder than the other.
Charlie, who was wearing a white shirt and an open black vest, hesitated whether to pay nearly thirty people for a drink or to dance striptease.
Soon, he put down the beer in his hand and jumped to a small round table.
When he was drunk here before, he didn't do anything stupid, what was there to be afraid of in striptease?
Lumian smiled and applauded, took out a bill with a denomination of 20 ferkins, photographed it on the bar, and gave it to the boss Pavar. Neeson said:
"Everyone has a glass, whatever you like."
After saying that, he picked up his glass of Lie Langzi and watched Charlie twist his crotch awkwardly in the midst of applause, and carefully unbuttoned his shirt.
"Be intense! Be rough!" Lumian shouted loudly in a lively tone.
The other drinkers also started laughing.
Sweat dripped from Charlie's forehead, worried that violent tearing of clothes would break his shirt.
This is not a cheap old linen shirt!
He thought about it, and while the buttons on his shirt had been unbuttoned, he simply took off his sweater.
Lumian took another sip of Renzi, sat back at the bar, looked at Gabriel with black-rimmed glasses and dark suspender trousers, and asked amusedly:
"It's so early today?"
Didn't this playwright, who was used to staying up late, come here for a drink after the early hours of the morning?
Gabriel held the green absinthe and smiled peacefully:
"I'm moving out tomorrow."
"Is "Light Chaser" staged?" Lumian suddenly guessed.
Gabriel rubbed his messy brown hair and smiled:
"Not yet, but after rehearsing for a while, both Mr. Lopp, and the director and actors of the Revival Theater are very optimistic and confident, and I don't have to worry about how to live after moving to a more expensive place and spending up the 1,000 Fairkin remuneration advanced.
"Where are you going to move?" Lumian asked casually.
Gabriel said with a yearning face:
"Rue Saint-Michel in the 2nd arrondissement, where many writers and painters live, not far away are the National Museum, Trier Art Center, various galleries and sculptures of various shapes."
District 2, also known as the Art District or Financial District, is half old, very cultural, and half is a popular luxury building in the past ten years, located in the headquarters of financial institutions such as the Central Bank of Intis, Bank of Trier, Bank of Suhit, and the Bank of Asset Credit, as well as the Trier Stock Exchange, Intis Futures Market and other places.
Rue Saint-Michel is the most marginal street in the district, with relatively cheap rents, attracting many writers and painters to settle down.
"Good place, maybe throwing a brick down can knock over three writers and two painters, oh, and the poet who died and no one found it." Lumian recalled Auror's ridicule of Rue Saint-Michel and spoke it in his own words, not forgetting to satirize the poorest group of poets.
Gabriel took a sip of absinthe embarrassedly:
"But it is indeed the most suitable place for communication and creation, unlike here, which is relatively quiet only at night, but only relatively, there are hateful bed bugs......"
Speaking of this, Gabriel suddenly remembered that the gang leader next to him, who was both rude and humane, was the current owner of the Golden Rooster Hotel, and quickly closed his mouth.
At this time, Charlie finished dancing, put on his shirt again, squeezed out from the drinkers who "maliciously" commented on his figure, sat down next to Lumian, and said casually:
"I've been too busy lately, I haven't been here for several days, and I want to sleep as soon as I get home, look, look, this is the trouble of being a decent person, hey, why do you suddenly think of a large-scale investigation of wanted criminals from Kordu Village?"
Yo, have you learned a lot smarter? Lumian, who was interested in practicing his way of speaking, responded with a smile:
"The matter of Kordu Village and I, Charles. What does Dubois have to do with it?"
After signing a contract with the "Face of Nisser" from the "Face Mantis", he was not too worried about being officially recognized.
Seeing that Lumian was full of confidence, Charlie stopped mentioning this matter, and happily talked about how he had been introduced to a female teacher by his colleagues, although the other party did not like him, but it also proved that he was one step closer to a truly decent person.
After drinking until almost midnight, Lumian and Gabriel, who were moving tomorrow, sent Charlie away and went up the stairs to the second floor.
Gabriel looked at the corridor wall with only a gas wall lamp, pasted with newspapers and cheap pink paper, and suddenly sighed:
"When I was about to leave, I felt that there was something to remember here.
"When I first moved here, I thought that with my talent, it would not be long before I could get out of this garbage heap, well, the hellish hotel, who knows, after ten months, even if I moved to Rue Saint-Michel, I would have often thought of the little bar that I could get downstairs, of the absinthe that made me sober and intoxicated, of the pungent smell of sulfur, of those hateful bed bugs, of those people who gave me light in the darkness, Miss Saffari, Charlie, and, you."
As Gabriel spoke, he stopped and reached out to touch the crack in the wall revealed where the newspaper fell off.
"Do you writers like sudden lyricism and long speeches?" Lumian mocked.
Gabriel sneered:
"I don't know if other writers do this, I do occasionally.
"I've lived here for almost a year, and I've seen quite a few tenants either disappear suddenly, or leave in a hurry, or end their lives in pain, but the next day, no, maybe just an hour later, new tenants will move into the rooms they left in order to chase the prosperity of Trier, to chase the arrival of their dreams. Most of them failed and disappeared like dust, but there would always be batches of people coming, and maybe one or two would succeed.
"This is the inspiration for the script of 'Light Chaser'."
"You are the one who succeeds." Lumian remembered Mrs. Michelle, who was hanging herself with the lyrics "This is the City of Joy, this is Eternal Trier", and was no longer in the mood to mock Gabriel.
"Hope." Gabriel's face was full of anticipation.
He resumed his steps and went up to the second floor, but he didn't stop and seemed to keep going up.
"Are you going?" Lumian could probably guess the answer, but he asked politely.
Gabriel pointed upstairs:
"Go say goodbye to Miss Saffari, thank you for always encouraging me."
Lumian showed a mocking smile, pinched his lips with his hand, and whistled:
"Have a dream night!"
"I didn't!" Gabriel subconsciously denied.
Lumian turned his body, walked to room 207, waved his hand, and said:
"Can't a person have a dream night?"
Gabriel was speechless.
After watching Ciel enter the room, he cleared his throat and continued to the third floor.
On the way, he remembered many past events, including the first time he met the mannequin Safari, the first time he talked to her about creation, and the first time he received encouragement......
He knew that mannequins were a very low-income profession, and the most popular male models were only eighty or ninety Felkin a month, and the average might be sixty or seventy, equivalent to a hotel apprentice, and female models were only about forty felkins, unable to support themselves at all, and could only work part-time.
The same goes for Safari, enduring criticism just to make a little more money and change the current situation.
Gabriel stopped outside Room 309 and knocked softly on the door.
"Please come in." Saffari's slightly empty voice came out.
Gabriel pushed open the door and saw Saffari standing in front of the wooden table by the window, her long lake blue skirt slipping off her and piling up on the ground.
Under the crimson moonlight, Safali's brown eyes fluttered, her brown hair was disheveled, and her white body was inlaid with human faces one after another.
Some of them were gorgeous, some were hideous, some were handsome, and some were vicious, and their eyes were all looking at Gabriel at the same time.
Gabriel was startled and almost screamed.
"Is there something wrong?" Safali's voice with a strong sense of withdrawal sounded again.
Gabriel suddenly came back to his senses and found that the faces were just near-real oil paintings, and the canvas was Saffari's body.
Thinking that the other party's occupation was a mannequin, Gabriel didn't ask any more questions, and exhaled:
"I'm moving out tomorrow, thank you for your encouragement over the past few months."
As soon as he finished speaking, Safari stretched out his right hand, his eyes blurred.
Gabriel couldn't help but walk in.
Half an hour later, Gabriel was lying on the bed, holding Safali, and said sincerely:
"Come with me to Rue Saint-Michel."
Safali shook her head firmly:
"I'm moving away too, going somewhere else."
Gabriel asked:
"Where to go?"
"Go to a place called 'hostel', where my friends are located." Saffari's voice took on a bit of emptiness again.
Gabriel tried to persuade him again and again, but he was rejected by the mannequin.
He had no choice but to leave sadly, and Safali got out of bed naked and watched him walk to the door.
At this time, the red moon was obscured, the room was extremely dark, and the oil-painted faces on Safali's body suddenly seemed to come to life, and they all opened their mouths to Gabriel's back.
They eventually calmed down, and Gabriel politely closed the door.
…………
The next morning, Lumian ran and practiced boxing as usual, looking for breakfast.
After returning to the Golden Rooster Hotel, he saw that Gabriel's room next door was open, with no one and no luggage.
Lumian went up to the third floor curiously and found that room 309 was the same.
He suddenly made a "tsk" sound and walked back to room 207 with a smile.
Not long after, the "doll" messenger appeared and threw the letter paper folded into squares and a silver-white mask on the wooden table.
The reward of the "righteous" lady is coming? Lumi was relieved.
(End of this chapter)