The Devil of the Walking Street

"If you want to cry, just cry." Siweier stroked the boy's back: "Don't hold back."

Lan Ming didn't respond, he got up and left Swell's embrace, and sat on the edge of the bed.

The tears had receded, and the young man stared blankly at the crumpled sheets, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Hey..." Swell whispered softly like coaxing a child, "How about I sleep with you tonight?"

"...No need." Lan Ming shook his head, he lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly: "Thank you."

Swell was not annoyed when he was rejected, he sniffed the fragrance left by the bath liquid on the boy's body: "Thank you for what you say."

Lan Ming clenched his hands tightly and did not speak.

In the end, Swell returned to his room.Qi Wei was sleeping on the sofa, and Hadley was lying on the ground miserably, with only a chain to make him a watchdog.

It's not yet the dead of night, but the neon lights of the "City That Never Sleeps" are still shining brightly and dazzlingly.

The giant LED fluorescent screen outside is showing public service advertisements about safe travel, illuminating the entire night sky as bright as day.

Lan Ming drew the thick curtains, and the room immediately fell into darkness.

He lay on the bed, took out the cell phone under the pillow, plugged in the earphones and listened to music.

Pale fluorescent light shone on Lan Ming's indifferent face.

In the noisy noise, the memories were broken and reorganized, and the scenes of the past days were played back intermittently like old movies.

"You can also play the piano?" The boy looked at the woman sitting in the middle of the coffee shop in amazement, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Qi Yun smiled and took out his mobile phone: "I recorded it."

"The boss actually allows the guests to play the piano by themselves..." Lan Ming cursed, not daring to speak too loudly: "I'm not afraid of scaring people away."

"I heard it!" Adeline lifted the piano cover and began to test the sound: "Lan Ming, you wait for me. I won't get out of bed if I don't beat you up today."

This female devil.

"..." The young man looked pitifully at Qi Yun, who was almost completely covered in a coat.

The man smiled and patted his head.

The vampire's face was very pale, and even under the shadow of the hood, it still couldn't hide his haggard look.

Adeline was full of confidence, her fingers fluttered, and the originally brisk but full of melancholy "luvletter" was squeezed out intermittently from the black and white keys.

Lan Ming could hear his temples throbbing.

If it wasn't for the safety of his own life, he even wanted to cover his tortured ears.

If he hadn't heard the original song, Lan Ming couldn't have imagined that it was a sad love song.

After the song was over, Adeline turned her head to look at the two of them with great interest—mainly at Qi Yun beside Lan Ming: "How is it?"

Qi Yun kept nodding and applauding: "Very good!"

Lan Ming had no choice but to cater to him: "...very good."

Adeline blushed rarely, and the little woman's shy posture was undoubtedly revealed: "Really?"

"Really!" The man narrowed his eyes with a smile, and his long eyelashes couldn't conceal the overflowing happiness: "Is it for me?"

luv letter.

love letter.

Lan Ming felt that the alloy eyes of his single dog were about to be blinded by the loving couple in front of him.

Jerky notes were poured into Lan Ming's eardrums along with hissing noises. Lan Ming stared at the unnamed audio file on the phone, as if in this way, time could go back to that day.

The bounce is really bad...

Lan Ming thought to himself.

If the composer heard it, he would probably cry.

The young man turned his head and silently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes on the pillow, but there was an involuntary smile on his mouth, as if thinking of something happy.

Such a long-awaited "love letter" can be ruined by you like this.

Teacher... how can you bear to force me to use it as the ringtone of my mobile phone?

Lan Ming suddenly grabbed the earphones, threw the phone aside, pulled up the quilt, and buried himself in it.

How can you bear to...

The dark night couldn't be erased and couldn't hide the boy's sobs.

Taking off the earphones, I don’t know which store’s speakers outside the window are playing too loudly, and the DJ’s dance music is squeezed into the thick curtains.

It took a while before Lan Ming poked his head out from under the quilt, and picked up his phone again.

The light from the screen reflected his red eye sockets.

[Do you want to cancel it as a ringtone? 】

【Yes】

[Will it be crushed and deleted?Note: Files cannot be restored after shredding. 】

【Yes】

【deleting……】

["Untitled" has been successfully deleted! 】

Lan Ming stared blankly at the empty file folder, as if something had severely dug a piece out of his heart.