Monster Bar is open

The sky was overcast by thick clouds, and the rain was continuous, dense and light, as if a hazy veil was floating between the sky and the earth.

A six-year-old boy stands under an empty bus stop sign.

His hair was already wet, and the rainwater flowed down the hairline, across his fair cheeks, and dripped onto the school uniform on his body along the jawline.

The half-new white sneakers stepped in the puddle, and half of the upper was wet, stained with a lot of dirt.

Even though he looked quite embarrassed, there was no grievance on his face. His pair of quiet eyes like an ancient well were nothing like what he should have at his age. The black pupils were round and big, the eyelashes were curled up, and his cheeks were pink and round. It looks like an unloved doll.

He wiped the rainwater off his face, and looked at the man in front of him without emotion.

"I do not know you."

Yue Chenzhou held up a broken umbrella, one corner of the umbrella bone was broken, it flew up, and a puddle of water was accumulated, and after a little shaking, water flowed down from the umbrella surface, which seemed full of joy.

fuck...

If I had known that I would have an adventure today, I should have cleaned up before going out to throw out the trash...

He took a deep breath on the cigarette dangling from his mouth, and scratched his hair with a headache: "Anyway...boy, you have to come with me."

The little boy raised his head, and looked at the adult man in front of him through the rain curtain dripping from the low eaves—hair dyed pale blond, two pools of blue and black hanging under his eye sockets, and light gray stubble just emerging on his chin.The upper body is wearing a crumpled shirt, but the lower body is matched with a pair of beach-style pants.

...and two bags of trash in his hand.

The image of a textbook-like human trafficker comes to mind.

The boy's eyes were full of defense, and he took a step back unconsciously: "I don't know you. I can't go with you."

Yue Chenzhou sighed, crossed him cursingly, walked to the garbage recycling station ten meters away, threw the two bags of garbage in his hand into the garbage can, and then walked back with his slippers on.

He glanced at the boy, hesitated to speak.

Then, holding his head, he said "Nie Yuan" in secret, and stretched his hand forward angrily: "Take it."

The boy froze for a moment, then raised his head to see the appearance of the person in front of him clearly.

Aside from his attire, this man's eyebrows and eyes are actually very handsome, which can only be seen at a close distance. The straight nose bridge, thin lips, and sharp chin all seem to be outlined with pen and ink, which is indescribably beautiful .

Especially the slightly raised eye corners, as if the tip of a good brush was swept obliquely, flying out a just right arc, like a hook.

Yue Chenzhou, who was smoking a cigarette, became impatient, and stretched out the umbrella in his hand: "You can take it if I give it to you."

The boy thought for a while, but reached out and took the broken umbrella.

"It's annoying."

Yue Chenzhou groped his whole body without any image, and found a crumpled piece of paper from some corner, then put his index finger into his mouth, bit the fingertip hard, and grinned randomly on the piece of paper with the blood that flowed out. I drew a few lines.

The boy's eyes changed from defensive to sympathetic.

This person... probably has something wrong with his head?

He couldn't help but wonder.

Yue Chenzhou folded the paper into small triangles and handed it to the boy: "Keep it away, you will use it."

The boy was only six or seven years old, so he inevitably hesitated.He knew that he shouldn't be entangled with strange strangers, but for some reason, he couldn't say the words of rejection, he could only frown, his eyelashes fluttered up and down a few times, and he looked down at Yue Chenzhou's slender and pale fingertips.

Not knowing what to think of, Yue Chenzhou suddenly laughed out of joy.

"You look...you're so cute."

He squatted down, poked the boy's soft cheek, and stuffed the paper into the boy's pocket with a suppressed smile.

"Forget it, for the sake of your cuteness, I don't care about you."

He took out the cigarette butt that was extinguished by the rain, exhaled the last smoke ring, and pointed casually: "I live there, see, the one with the headlight sign."

The boy's house was nearby, and he knew it was a bar street.He was still young and didn't know what a bar was. He only knew that teachers and parents had said that it was not a decent place, at least children were not allowed to go there.

"Hey... Let me say, what kind of eyes are you looking at!" Yue Chenzhou rolled his eyes, too lazy to argue with a human brat, turned and walked back.

Without the umbrella, he simply walked in the rain with his hands in his trouser pockets, and his slippers stepped into the puddles, splashing water on his legs, but he didn't mind it at all.

"Remember clearly, anyway, you will come back to me sooner or later."

……

The boy came home alone—if this was his home.

"Mother."

He looked at the unlit living room and shouted.

No one answered.

I don’t know if the doors and windows were not closed tightly. A cool wind passed through the empty living room, blowing the chandelier hanging above the dining table to swing from side to side, bumping into each other from time to time, making a slight “ding, ding” sound.

The boy's movements paused, but he took off his wet shoes first and held them in his hands to prevent them from staining the floor.

The water on the shoes dripped to the ground along the toe, making a "tick", as if in response to the sound of the chandelier.

"... Aunt Wang?"

He was silent for a while, then changed his name.

The immature child's voice echoed in the huge living room, but still no one answered him.

The boy had no choice but to put down the shoes in his hand, touch the wall, and stand on tiptoe to reach for the switch on the wall.

Before he touched the switch, he suddenly stopped in doubt.

He heard a strange sound.

The whistling, so subtle that it can be ignored, if you have to say it, it's like something smooth has crawled across the entire piece of plastic film.

From far to near, the voice rang softly in his ears.

The room was too quiet, and this little fluctuation was like a needle falling in the silence.

He turned his head and looked around in bewilderment.

The European-style furniture with intricate carvings should be extravagant and luxurious, but because the owner neglected to take care of it, the corners and crevices were covered with light gray, making it look lifeless.

Beside the door, the pendulum of the oak grandfather clock swayed slightly without making any movement.

Just when he breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to look away, he found two eye-catching red lights suddenly lit up on the gray glass dial.

The boy blinked, but before he realized what it was, the gray shadow on the dial jumped up and down, and the red light disappeared.

He couldn't help but took a step, and looked at the dial from a different angle, but he saw himself under the gray shadow.

In the reflection, his eyes are wide open and his face is pale.

A misty black shadow stuck to the ceiling above his head, wriggling like new flesh and blood.

Then, it opened a pair of red eyes.

Eyes met with him.

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