Chapter 377: : Travel of the Mind

The colorful neon lights are beautiful, but they don't belong to this old neighborhood.
"It's so late."
Bai Song supported his head and looked out the window. It was not completely dark yet, and the dim yellow street lamp had begun to work.
"Hot it yourself, I have a book to read." Su Qiuyu had already finished eating, but she was wearing a pair of crimson glasses and was reading with a book.
Su Qiuyu has no nearsightedness. This pair of glasses is used to protect eyesight, but Su Qiuyu wears deep-rimmed glasses, which is more than three points of intellectual beauty. It's just that she lives too fast, and reading a book is a luxury for her.
Don't look at Su Qiuyu busy all day, Su Qiuyu's bones is a woman who likes to be quiet.
Bai Song didn't bother Su Qiuyu reading, he yawned and felt a little bored, and his appetite was not so high.
He didn't like to read literary books or movies. If I had to say something in-depth, Bai Song thought about it.
When I think of it when I was a kid, I seem to have seen some gourmet documentaries.
Bai Song warmed up the food and took out his mobile phone while eating: "I won't go to the forum today, um ... Look at the next documentary, but it's been a long time."
Bai Song searched for a documentary on the Internet. He was searching and suddenly a phone call popped up. Bai Song frowned and turned on the caller's name. After some difficulty, he was interrupted.
"Old ghost? Why did he call?" Bai Songyi's name appears to be Lao Gui, and his original dissatisfaction turned into doubt. If he hadn't encountered him for the last time, I'm afraid he would never contact me again.
In some cases, people who are too familiar with each other, because they have not been connected for a year or two, will never be staggered in life.
"Bai Song!" The old ghost on the phone seemed to be quite excited.
"Well? Don't be shocked, old ghost, say something slowly." Bai Song put down the bowl and chopsticks, and the meal was not finished.
"I won, I won." The tone of the old ghost was still very excited.
Hit the jackpot?
Bai Song recalled that when he met the old ghost last time, he seemed to have told him the number of the special number, because Bai Song also often bought lottery tickets during the previous life, and he remembered that the special number appeared too often during this time.
Did you really win? At least listen to the tone, it will not be a five or ten small prize.
"You won five million? Or ten million?" Bai Song asked a little uncertainly, Bai Song asked the exit and felt that it would not be so clever, just because he changed a number and won the grand prize.
"No, I won 70,000." The old ghost laughed happily, and then said, "It's because you told me to buy that special number. If it wasn't for a special number, I would have made a dozen dollars here."
The special number is extremely important. The difference is almost a thousand miles away. The old ghost said absolutely nothing to exaggerate.
"So, congratulations." Bai Song was a little ashamed. He was still thinking, if there were tens of millions of them, would he himself be condemned.
"What's your card number? I'll call you half." The old ghost said with a smile on the phone.
Bai Song froze for a moment. If ordinary people win big prizes, even if it is because of other people's instructions, they will get bored after getting hit.
But Bai Song knows that the old ghost is a person who loves to show his face and die. This is not how upright the old ghost really is. It is just that the old ghost often brags to play a card and often loses 78,000.
More than 30,000 don't want to score, doesn't this seem to hit his own face?
Of course, being an old ghost is also generous in itself.
"Okay, you can keep it for yourself. I don't have a bank card." After speaking, Bai Song hung up the phone and used a ridiculous excuse to make it clear that he didn't want to.
Bai Song knew that the old ghost's family was not good. He also had a family to raise. The 70,000 could not help too much, but at least he could ease it.
"Who's calling? You've lost your bank card." Bai Song's last words were a little loud, the room was not big, and Su Qiuyu could naturally hear it.
"No one, a former colleague, he said that he would divide me by half if he got 70,000 yuan."
Bai Song bowed his head and continued to chop on the meal that he had not finished.
"You can do it." Su Qiuyu directly gave Bai Song a white eye and ignored Bai Song, and continued to look at his book.
Bai Song was helpless. To be honest, sometimes people would not be believed. If he said he was born again, he had to be put in a neurological hospital.
After all, in this society, neuropathy has become a normal state. Some neuropathy is real, and some neuropathy is pretended. No matter whether it is true or false, no one will believe it.
If you do n’t believe it, now you can tell the people in your family that you came through or descended. No one will believe you. Even the most trusted parents will only suspect that your brain is broken.
The night slowly deepened, and the cicadas outside were already tired.
With his headphones on, Bai Song also watched a documentary that he hadn't seen in years. Unlike food, it was a story about a group of young people traveling around the earth with a boat they made.
It has experienced countless storms, and also experienced countless warmth and warmth. During this period, some people could not bear to leave midway, and even the captain broke his bone ...
But in the end, this pedestrian still completed this life-long unforgettable journey. When the end point is also the starting point, the mood should be everything.
At least, there will be no more regrets when you grow old.
Following the camera's perspective, Bai Song felt ups and downs along the way, and he was relieved when he finished watching.
In a fast-paced life ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Watching a documentary is indeed a luxurious act.
In this mood, Bai Song's eyelids began to feel heavy, slowly, until he closed and fell asleep directly ...
A ray of bright sunlight passed through the window in the early morning, and the sun dazzled and pulled Bai Song out of his dream. Bai Song rubbed his eyes and barely opened his eyes.
As soon as Bai Song stretched out his hand, he covered himself with a coat. Bai Song turned his head to look at Su Qiuyu's clothes. He even fell asleep sitting in a chair yesterday.
Su Qiuyu watched as he fell asleep and did not wake himself up. Bai Song put Su Qiuyu's coat back into the closet, and there was a faint body fragrance of Su Qiuyu on his clothes.
Bai Song glanced at the time and found that it was almost nine o'clock: "Yes, I have agreed with Erpi today, I am afraid he is already waiting."
Bai Song quickly ate Su Qiuyu's prepared breakfast. After eating, he cleaned up a bit, and then plunged into the game cabin. .
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