Snow City under the scorching sun

Chapter 7 Traveler Cafe

The two figures gradually became clear in the dark, and Chris first saw the tall figure standing behind.It was a big bald man, wearing a black sleeveless shirt, black shorts, with a thick back, and his thick arms covered with tattoos looked very hideous.A huge scar ran from the corner of his right eye to the top of his head, as if his head had been cut open. He looked at Chris fiercely, making them afraid to look directly at him for too long.

Chris looked down slowly, and the figure in front of him was relatively short. After seeing his appearance clearly, it was an old man about 50 years old.He was wearing a blue T-shirt and black jeans. His gray hair and wrinkles around his eyes could not hide the traces of time.Due to years of smoking and drinking, and a corrupt life, his lips were purple and his eyes were cloudy, which also made him look very vicissitudes. The old man said lightly, "I am Mr. Tu. I want to work, right? Good."

He leaned over and rummaged through the cabinet next to him, and saw that he took out a large stack of leaflets, handed them to Chris, and said, "Take it and distribute it, and ask me to get the money after the distribution. Fifty euros for you tonight."

After being mysterious for a long time, it turned out that he was just looking for himself to post an advertisement.The two of Chris breathed a sigh of relief after receiving the leaflet.Although everything feels very weird, Chris feels that there is nothing wrong with it.The bald man didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, until the two of Chris walked out of the Traveler's Cafe, he said in a deep voice, "That man looks like a Russian."

Mr. Tu shook his head and replied, "It's all right."

Holding the leaflets, Chris and the lunatic walked towards the back street.The lunatic said as he walked, "To be honest, when I was in the coffee shop just now, I was intimidated. Did you see that bald head? His eyes are red, it's really scary!"

"Coffee shop? What kind of coffee shop is that?" Chris laughed.

"Whatever, fifty euros a night is not bad. In the past few days, when the police station takes our temporary passports from the embassy, ​​we can leave." The lunatic replied.

In the middle of the night, restaurants began to draw samples one after another, and nightclubs began to open one by one.The darker the night, the more noisy the back streets become.At one or two o'clock in the morning, it was even crazier. The young people were all drunk, there was noise, quarrels, accompanied by music, and the sound of wine bottles breaking from time to time.

At three o'clock in the morning, people in the back streets have no concept of night at all.Some people were so drunk that they staggered on the street, some helped their friends and tried to squeeze them into taxis, and some even lay on the corner of the street so drunk that they vomited all over the floor.

"We were like this a few days ago." Chris smiled and pointed at two drunk young people not far away.

Chris and the lunatic had finished distributing flyers, and they were sitting next to a road in a back street smoking a cigarette, with another person beside them.

There are many young people like Chris and Crazy who distribute leaflets or solicit customers in the back streets. They all choose to work in Senna for different reasons. The most common one is that they need money to drink and play.

The person sitting next to Chris is called Alex, and everyone in the back street calls him Donghuang. He is a 24-year-old Romanian boy.A few days ago, Chris and the lunatic were Donghuang's solicitors, but tonight they became colleagues. Although this kind of thing is not surprising, but with Donghuang's character, he went to make friends with the two, and Chris and the others did not refuse. , So the three of them spent a boring night like this.

Compared with the two, Dong Huang is a head shorter. He is very thin and likes to wear shirts with his chest open.He has a full beard, blue eyes, and looks relatively mature.After a night, the three had a long talk while working, and Chris also got to know him a little bit.

Now Donghuang goes to work to have fun, to drink and find women, but the reason at the beginning was a love story.

Dong Huang originally came to Cypros to visit relatives, his cousin took him to Sanna to play for a few days, and then Dong Huang met a woman during these few days in Sanna.From chatting in the coffee shop to drinking in the bar, then dancing in the nightclub until returning to the hotel to sweep the situation, Dong Huang thought he was in love.He decided to come to Senna to work and live happily with that woman.Until one day he saw the woman kissing another man in a nightclub, and this month-long love story came to a successful end.

Dong Huang was in pain that night, and drank himself to death. When he woke up the next day, he found that there was a **** woman next to his bed. At that moment, he suddenly realized that Shengna was a good place, and there were as many women as he wanted. Now that he has come, Better to stay all summer and then go back to Romania.Since that day, Alex called himself Donghuang, survived in the back streets, went to work to make money, drank and picked up girls, and then went to bed.That's what he has to do every day.The reason why it calls itself Donghuang is also based on Spanish folk stories.

In this folktale, Dong Huang is a beautiful man, he is a man who will seduce a woman to bed when he sees her.He only has sex with women, but he never puts his emotions into it, he just likes the pleasure of the flesh.

"It's time to get off work. I'm leaving first. Those pretty girls must be waiting for me." Dong Huang's English is not standard, but Chris understands it.

The two just looked at each other and smiled. Seeing Alex's back going further and further away, the two of them also walked back towards the Traveler's Cafe.

At three o'clock in the morning, Chris had a dull pain in his temple, which was because he hadn't had a good rest recently.They walked up the hill, and the Traveler's Cafe came into view.

The moment they saw the Traveler Cafe, Chris and the lunatic were a little confused. There were dozens of people smoking and chatting back and forth outside the cafe at this time. They were smiling, and they were all men.At this time, a middle-aged man walked out of the coffee shop, holding a cigarette in his hand, with a vague sense of satisfaction on his face.

Chris took a new look at the Traveler's Cafe. He didn't think too much because of the nervousness at the beginning. Now he saw that the Traveler's Cafe was very large from the outside, and it seemed that the entire building was filled with coffee. Hall, but after thinking about it, the interior is only about [-] square meters, so the conclusion is that many places are not actually displayed.

"What the hell is this place?" The lunatic asked curiously as the two of them walked towards the gate.

Chris and the lunatic couldn't understand Greek, but looking at the wretched smiles on dozens of faces around them, Chris slowly frowned.Before the two entered the gate, a broad figure stood in front of them.Chris and the lunatic are already tall at 1.8 meters tall, but they still have to raise their heads to see the man's face.

The black figure did not smile, a scar on the corner of his right eye reached to the top of his head, his voice was deep and hoarse, but there was no provocative charm, he handed over one hundred euros, and said, "The money is for you, at the same time tomorrow, Come again."

The lunatic had no expression on his face, but he broke out in a cold sweat. Seeing the bald man walking further and further away, he exhaled and relaxed on the spot.He turned his head to look at Chris, only to see that Chris frowned and crossed his arms, as if he was thinking about something."What's wrong?" asked the lunatic

Chris looked at the Traveler Cafe again, and his expression seemed to have a result, but Chris didn't say anything, just shook his head.