Chapter 1009: Screening of "Daytime Rain" (Part 3)

This is a very real civilian store. A menu with a variety of home-cooked dishes covers one wall. The lighting in the store is not good. A few mosquitoes "snap" into the stained lampshade from time to time. The boxy The wooden table and chairs squeezed the already small space even tighter. The tabletop with cigarette burn scars still looked greasy even after it was wiped clean. It was obviously old.

Mo Sen and Tian Gang sat at the table near the back kitchen, with several plates of stir-fried vegetables, two bowls of rice and two large glasses of beer in front of them. They were not familiar with each other, nor were they strangers. The atmosphere was filled with a strangeness that was neither embarrassing nor awkward, and the silence was so incompatible with the loud chatter and laughter of nearby guests.

Both of them took off their coats. Mawson was wearing an inconspicuous plaid shirt. The style was so plain and featureless that he could not be found immediately after being thrown into the crowd. Tian Gang also had no clothes to speak of. His upper body was an ordinary sweatshirt with a few torn prints. If anything, he looked more sunny. At least the color of the clothes was not as lifeless as Mo Sen's.

"Speaking of which, Mo Sen, have you been here since you graduated from high school?" Tian Gang had nothing to say.

"Yeah." Mohsen lit a cigarette.

He didn't move his chopsticks much, and seemed not interested in food or "eating". Tian Gang's eyes flickered across his overly thin body. He didn't know what he thought of, his eyes flickered slightly, and he continued:

"Uh...I'm working as a cleaner in a housekeeping company now. What about you?"

"Just a part-time job or something." Mo Sen replied without any fluctuations in his tone.

Because he continued to smoke, his already low and hoarse voice sounded drier, but due to the sweeter timbre, his words sounded light and leisurely, floating in the air, and then disappeared quickly.

"Oh, what kind of job do you do?" Tian Gang answered.

Mo Sen, who was holding a cigarette, glanced at him: "There are many, there is everything."

"Oh...that's it." Tian Gang responded awkwardly, his eyes wandering, and his hand reached for the beer glass.

It must be too torturous, this atmosphere--while he was drinking, he looked at the menu wall in the store and lamented in his heart.

Wang Dali's words came to his ears. Tian Gang put down his wine glass and tried to cut into the topic in a casual tone without showing his bitter face:

"Well, there was a clerk in the coffee shop we met before."

"Who is it?" Mo Sen cast a doubtful look.

The lighting in the room was very poor, and the only visible part of him was his light brown hair, which was illuminated by the ceiling light. The rest of his body seemed to be in shadow, and his face was particularly dark.

"That's the very young and cute waiter." Tian Gang described it with difficulty, reaching out and making two gestures at the corners of his eyes. "Her eyes are very round, and they point downward, a bit like our sports back then. teacher……"

The more he spoke, the weaker his voice became. He curled up the fingers of both hands and carefully lowered them down to the table. His round face could not hide the uneasiness.

"I don't know." Mo Sen said.

"Uh,...that's it." Tian Gang was choked.

"What happened to that woman?" Moson asked.

"Ah hahaha, it's nothing." Tian Gang dug his hands and laughed dryly, "I was just wondering if you were interested in her or something like that -"

"Why?" Mo Sen raised his eyes, "Did she say anything to you?"

"No, no, no." Tian Gang said quickly, "Well, do you remember the colleague in the company I pointed out to you that day? The guy with a little messy hair. I think he must have a crush on that girl, so... ...Maybe he regards you as an imaginary love rival? Haha, I don’t know..."

"It's so annoying, that colleague of yours." Mo Sen said, "It's so disgusting."

"Ah, um..."

Tian Gang didn't expect Mo Sen's reaction to be like this. He subconsciously blinked faster and responded intermittently.

"Why are you hanging out with him? Is it really okay?" Moson rarely took the initiative to speak. He seemed to smile when he said this. His tone was still not strong, but there was a hint of sarcasm.

"Hahaha, who knows, I just..."

"I've started to annoy him a long time ago. He's so mean all day long." Mo Sen blew out a puff of smoke.

"Huh?" Tian Gang was stunned and said carefully, "Well, you just said 'start early'... But that day, didn't you say it was the first time you went back to that coffee shop?"

"yes."

"Then you just said 'early'..."

"I didn't say that."

It’s that natural, taken-for-granted, and somewhat incomprehensible look again. Rather than “sincerity”, it contains more of a vague sense of oppression. The feeling reflected back is not “trust the other party”, but “ Suspect".

"Oh, oh. Really." Tian Gang said vaguely, "Maybe I heard wrong..."