The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

After sending a text message to Michela not to go home, Jessica got on her bicycle and carried her guitar to the King's Tavern Apartment in the Hammerforge district of West London. Pushing open the dark green wooden door, the short-haired cat Dede was indeed wandering in the corridor. When she saw Ms. Drew, she meowed and walked towards her with cat steps. But Jessica's attention was not on Dede at the moment, because she saw a policeman.

Just outside the room where the energy girl Lucia was half-hidden.

"Hey! Let me go! Let me go!" There was a scream, and the door was suddenly pushed open with great force. The disheveled Lucia was carried out by two female policemen, her feet still kicking: "Hell, let me go! You have no right to arrest me!"

Jessica took two steps back, put her hands in her pockets and watched the excitement.

"Hey Jesse! God, is it you? That's great. I didn't expect to bump into you!" Lucia twisted her neck, looked at Ms. Drew out of the corner of her eye, and pointed to the room with half her arm: " Can you help me turn off the electricity and water in the room? By the way, can you help me feed Dede for a few days? The cat food is placed in my cabinet. Dede is very well-behaved, so you don’t have to worry about it running away. Please!!!”

Can you even call me?

The vitality girl was quickly carried out of the door. Jessica looked down at Dede who was rubbing her shoes at her feet. She picked her up with a twitching corner of her mouth and scratched her cat head: "Do you know that your master has been captured? ? Dede, why are you not sad at all? Could it be because she took you to have your balls cut off, so you secretly hate her? You are such a bad cat."

"Meow~?"

Dede tilted her head in confusion, rubbed against Jessica's chest again, and made a purring sound.

"Well, I guess your conscience has been cut off along with your balls." Jessica walked into Lucia's room, first turned off the noisy radio, and then frowned at the pile of worn clothes at her feet. , this girl Lucia is simply sloppy, her coats and tops are hanging everywhere, her socks and underwear are thrown everywhere, and her shoes are not even together. Ms. Drew was very suspicious that the other party would often come back to the room and forget about taking off his clothes, filling up several buckets and waiting for the weekend battle with the public washing machine. After taking a look in the bathroom, Jessica picked up Dede again and put her chin against the cat's forehead: "It's really hard for you to live with a pile of dirty clothes."

Dede struggled and jumped out of her arms, trotted to a low cabinet by the door and meowed several times. As expected, Jessica saw several bags of cat food inside, and the kitten next to her obviously couldn't wait for the meal and leaned directly into the cabinet. Jessica turned off the water and electric gates, checked the room one last time, locked the door with Lucia's key, and took the cat to her room on the third floor.

Last time I left too fast, and Room 3309 was not cleaned at all.

Just like in various film and television works, this old-fashioned apartment is equipped with an external emergency staircase, which can be stepped out directly by opening the half-length window on the wall. But this kind of staircase is made entirely of strip metal, and the gaps can be easily inserted into the fingers. Jessica laid out a piece of cardboard to lay out the cat food, then found a rag and mop and started cleaning.

Fortunately, the room is not too big.

Half an hour later, after finishing the cleaning work, Jessica went downstairs to buy supper, but found that Dede was nowhere to be seen outside the window. She stretched out her head and called a few tentative calls. When she heard a cat meowing above her head, she simply walked up to the rooftop with her midnight snack. The King's Tavern Apartment has the highest four floors, but the view is surprisingly good. You can see the Thames River directly to the south, and there is a Ferris wheel in the distance.

Lonely with the light on.

Jessica sat down on the edge of the rooftop, staring at the dazzling light, and suddenly remembered that she once ran to the rooftop alone at night, opened two bottles of beer, and looked at the Canton Tower from a distance. At that time, the apartment building I lived in was very high, overlooking half of Yuexiu and Tianhe districts. Compared with what is in front of you, the night in Guangzhou is countless times brighter. Every building is shining, and the same is true on the streets. They are densely packed, flowing slowly, and full of excitement.

It seems even more lonely inside.

At this moment, the coldness in the night wind seemed to seep into her skin. Jessica opened a bottle of beer and drank most of it. Perhaps because she had just done housework for a long time, Ms. Drew had a vague illusion in her heart that she had nothing to do with the person named "Watson" now. Although he was already feeling lonely, he was enjoying himself quite a bit and didn't even plan to call Michela.

"Meow~!"

Dede climbed onto Jessica's lap, stretched her neck to lick the mouth of the beer bottle, and was hit on the head by cold fingers: "Hey! Don't think that pretending to be cute is useful, cats can't drink."

The short-haired cat meowed in frustration.

Jessica scratched the cat's chin, which soon changed Dede's mood, and she lay down comfortably and began to purr. But not long after, it looked up with a puzzled look, because the body temperature of this big guy was so cold, it was just like the ground it had just stepped on. But I have seen that every big guy's body is warm. Even if his hands may be a little cold, they will start to feel warm after a while.

Why is this big guy cold?

The little kitten without balls couldn't figure it out. It just felt so cold and uncomfortable, so it left the legs and ran to play with its tail. Jessica finally got some peace and quiet, opened the hot dog box, and the rich aroma of barbecue ingredients gushed out.

Then he brought Dede over again.

"Stupid cat! Go away! You can't eat hot dogs!"

......

The next morning.

"Huh? How long do you think it will take?"

Jessica grabbed the edge of the counter and stared at the uniformed aunt in front of her. After getting the answer of "30 working days" from the latter, I couldn't help but sigh: "Does it really take a month? My band friends are still waiting for me. Is there any expedited channel application? Please, I can join. money!"

"Sorry kid."

The aunt pushed over a form: "This is the rule, and 30 working days is already too fast. Please check the contact information you filled in. This is the only way we can notify you. If you miss the agreed time, you can only I followed the procedure and applied again. Also, I can tell you that not all venues in London require a license and I would recommend asking your local busker, they are usually very clear about the specific regulations.”

"Okay, thank you." Jessica put away her ID, picked up her guitar and walked out.

There were footsteps behind me.

3...2...1.

"Hey! Miss! Please wait!"

really.

With a curl of her lips, Jessica turned to the guy who was secretly looking at her while queuing up to get called: "What can I do for you, sir?"

"Sorry to bother you, but I was standing not far away just now, so I heard you were looking for a venue for street performances." The white guy who spoke had a shiny bald head on his forehead. He looked really energetic, but a little too energetic. , the tone of his voice kept rising as if he was on stimulants: "I mean, actually I'm here to apply for a permit, but I've been doing street performances for several years, and I know many artists in the Hammer Forging District. You live here, right? If you don’t mind, I can introduce you to a place where you can perform without a license.”

After saying that, he stretched out his right hand and showed a confident smile: "By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Maurice, Maurice Delion. Nice to meet you. Who are you?"

"...Jessica."

Ms. Drew pinched the other person's finger: "I really want to know, where is the place you are talking about?"

"Furnival Gardens, have you been there?" Morris was very happy, and couldn't let go of the corners of his mouth and eyebrows: "It's right on the Thames River. There is a boat dock on the bank. Taking a boat on the river can make you happy. Oh my gosh! I promise you’ll love it there! Are you busy lately? Maybe we can make an appointment to meet there?”

"Maybe, what do you do for fun?"

Jessica regretted asking so politely.

Because the bald boy then acted like his hormones were at the peak of his powers. He kept saying that he was an excellent keyboard player. He also worked part-time as a guitarist, drummer and lead singer. He was very familiar with the band and was very good at sound equipment... ...In short, he knows everything, has rich experience, and gives me a call if you need anything.

After finally getting rid of the sunny, cheerful, bald boy, Jessica quickly put on her hood, not wanting to be talked to again. Watson's pretty face raised her aesthetic threshold too high, causing her to underestimate Ms. Drew's charm. In the eyes of ordinary people, Jessica was completely considered a beautiful girl with a hot body, not to mention the addition of a handful of Guitar, this kind of literary and artistic atmosphere is quite lethal to young men.

This is so damn beautiful.

Just then, a phone in the bag vibrated.

This is Watson's phone.

After taking a look at the call notification, Jessica coughed twice and pressed the call button: "Hi, I'm Jessica Drew, what can I do?"

"Ms. Drew, when do you plan to release my patient back?" Michela's voice sounded a bit muffled, as if it was wrapped in something: "Mr. Watson is not recovered yet. He needs continued treatment, but he can't Because your music career has been delayed.”

"Well, I'm sorry, Dr. Heinzwafen, he can go back tonight." As soon as she heard the word patient, the image of Miss Butterfly Knife wearing black silk high heels appeared in Jessica's mind. It was really a An extremely wonderful night: "If you don't mind, you can also consider treating me. You know, I have a lot of problems."

"In principle, I can consider it."

Michela's answer was German-style rigorous and somewhat unexpected: "But we need to make a diagnosis before we can make a judgment. The ambulance is already on the way. Tell me your location, the Government Affairs Center of the Hammer Forging District Branch?"

"what?"

Jessica had a bad premonition: "I am indeed here, but when did you get an ambulance?"

"You'll know."

Ten minutes later, the roar of the engine reached her ears. Jessica quickly turned around and saw a black motorcycle coming from the end of the street.