The Devil of the Walking Street

8.

After a month of formal cohabitation, the two have almost become acquainted.

"Will go out with me later."

"Why?" Lan Ming looked up suspiciously.

"Wedding photographs."

There were not many people in the "Oath Wedding Cathedral", and the students who came out to play were sitting sparsely on the wooden benches.

"Hey, look!"

"Oh grass! So handsome!"

Swell turned around consciously, and smiled charmingly at the group of schoolgirls.Hearing this, Lan Ming followed suit and nodded to the excited girls who couldn't control themselves.

Swell twisted the devil's little head back: "They're talking about me."

Lan Ming didn't bother to look at him: "Hehe."

Xu Xiaomei was sitting on the steps of the church without any image, with a brochure under her buttocks. Swell glanced at her: "I'm going to take a wedding photo for Mr. Hu, you can figure it out."

"Mr. Hu?" Xu Xiaomei seemed to have thought of something, with a strange expression: "The patient with the second-stage disease?" Speaking of the second-order disease, she looked at the nephew of the boss - he will not carry cosplay props all day long Bar? ...

The two turned around in the pedestrian street and came to a not very big clothing store.

Lan Ming looked at the man who was paying the money: "Aren't you going to take wedding photos for others? What are you doing here?"

Swell tore open the packaging bag and threw it into the small trash can at the door of the store: "Try it, 175 should be enough for you."

Lan Ming took off his sportswear and put on the black hoodie in the man's hand. It has fleece inside, making it comfortable and warm.

"Put your hat on."

There are so many demands, Lan Ming complained, but he still put on the hat behind him according to the other party's request. After tidying up a little, he felt a strange touch from the little devil's horn on the top of his head. The little devil reached out and touched the hat. Touched, but bumped into Swell's hand that was also stretched out.

The archbishop's eyes were shining. He touched the black cat ears on the hat, and Lan Ming's devil horns just stuck into it.

"It's very suitable for you." Siweier wanted to rub the little devil's horns through the cat, but was slapped away mercilessly: "Don't be afraid that people will always look at your head."

Lan Ming put his hand back into his coat pocket: "Thank you."

9.

"Mr. Hu, please come closer, yes, very good."

As the evening approached, the afterglow of the dusk was shattered and poured into the forest. The couple looked at each other and looked at each other affectionately. The hazy afterglow shrouded the two of them.

Swell looked at Lan Ming who was standing behind the tree.

The little devil understood and kicked the box at his feet.

A swarm of bats swarmed out, flying past the bride-to-be's wavy brown hair.

"Be natural, don't be nervous." Siweier saw the opportunity and kept pressing the shutter.

The groom-to-be hugged the bride even tighter.

They are the task objects of the Swell photographer, and they are also the severe secondary patients in Xu Xiaomei's mouth-I hope that the wedding photos with the other half can be a little bit special, preferably in a Gothic style, with bats and spider webs as the background of dilapidated ruins kind.

Because of the special request, the reward was also very high. Considering that there was such a resource as Lan Ming around him that he could make good use of, Swell agreed.

"The effect is great." Swell said to Mr. Hu: "It can be seen that your relationship is really good."

Mr. Hu helped his bride-to-be tidy up her hair, which was slightly messy because of the bat just now. He was a little embarrassed: "Thank you. The request is so special. Speaking of which, this time I really troubled you."

"It doesn't matter!" Siweier laughed more heartily: "The customer is God!"

Probably your beliefs have been eaten by dogs - Lan Ming, who was wearing a hat with cat ears, snorted disdainfully.

Mr. Hu walked towards the parking lot at the gate of the park with his arms around the bride: "It's getting late, I'll take you back."

"No, I came by motorcycle."

"...Okay then. Be careful of the police."

"I didn't expect human taste to be so strange." Lan Ming didn't wear a motorcycle helmet because of the two annoying protrusions on his head: "I need a bat as the background for a wedding photo."

"I want to take a gothic style." Swell thought of the blood-colored dresses of the two, and felt that the effect should be pretty good: "It's not a real bat anyway."

That box that appears to be full of bats is just a cover.

There is actually nothing in it.

Lan Ming stepped onto the back seat of the tall motorcycle, holding the dresses that Mr. Hu and his other half had just changed into.

"Besides, he has money, do you have it? Chirping." Swell's muffled voice came from the motorcycle helmet.

The little devil looked contemptuous: "Things like bats always remind me of vampires."

Swell didn't speak anymore, he turned the accelerator slightly, and the engine made a loud noise, like a cheetah ready to go.

Lan Ming asked in confusion: "Right? Why did he tell us to be careful of the police?"

"...I'll explain it to you when I meet you."

10.

The park is not far from the "city that never sleeps".

At this moment, it is the beginning of the Chinese lanterns.

The nightlife in this city is about to wake up, and the colorful neon lights are like burning candles, desperately burning their own life, trying to blind the eyes of passers-by.

Lan Ming hugged the gown and pinched the hem of the archbishop's windbreaker with some difficulty, his sight was almost blocked by the clothes in front of him and his muscular body.

The little devil tilted his head back aggrievedly to ensure smooth breathing.

Really, I'm a coolie.

Lan Ming thought depressingly.

Siweier rode a motorcycle slowly on the spacious road. This place is close to the city center, so there is not a lot of traffic and pedestrians, and men don't dare to be too arrogant on the modified motorcycle and run wildly in the downtown.

Then, at a crossroads.

When he looked through the goggles of his motorcycle helmet, he saw the traffic police on the side of the road who were checking for drunk driving.

The other party just happened to look up.

Four eyes facing each other.

Suddenly, there seemed to be sparks in the air.

Swell jerked the accelerator.

"I'm so fucking lucky today."

Lan Ming didn't hear the archbishop's angry curse.

Because the skirt of the red bride's dress was dragged to the ground at some point.He quickly let go of one hand, and leaned back slightly, trying to pick up the clothes dragged on the ground.

It would be bad if it got caught in the wheels.

So when the roar of the engine suddenly multiplied, he felt that the motorcycle under him rushed out like a wild horse that had been whipped suddenly.

Hello!Hello!

For a while, it felt like a hamster that was put in the washing machine by mistake, and the little devil rolled down from the back seat.

Ga - harsh brakes sounded.

what's the situation? ? ! !

Lan Ming tore off the dress covering his head in horror, and the red Dongfeng Citroen behind him was less than half a meter away from him.

"Are you okay?!" The female car owner poked her head out, her expression more frightened than his.

"No…"

The traffic police who rushed over pulled the little devil up from the ground, checked it carefully, and said angrily: "Why are you so careless? Your parents are really too!"

My parents... no, my unreliable cheating landlord...

Lan Ming turned his head and saw Swell was parking his motorcycle on the side of the road, taking off his helmet and walking towards this side.

Lan Ming shivered.

It looked like it wanted to swallow him alive.

The traffic policeman turned his head and opened his mouth to the reluctant man walking slowly: "Where's the ID card? I don't know if motorcycles were not allowed to go to the inner ring last year! They still want to run!? Fortunately, he The driver braked too fast, what should I do if I hit him?"

As punishment for driving a motor vehicle without a license and illegally modifying a vehicle.

The archbishop was invited to tea at the police station for five days.

as well as.

fine.

Of course, the chug-chug scooter was also confiscated.

Although Lan Ming had the idea of ​​apologizing to the other party afterwards, when he thought that he was almost hit by a car, the little bit of guilt in his heart disappeared.