Space-time SWAT

Sun Jikai sent the reply letter, put down his phone happily, and looked at the city scenery outside the window.Countless skyscrapers stretched out, straight into the sky, and the glass curtain wall reflected the west-slanting sunlight, which was a bit dazzling.

After finishing the call, Zou Sen asked curiously, "Prodigal son, why are you so happy?"

Sun Jikai smiled, and said perfunctorily: "I read a good article on the Internet, and I am a little happy."

"Really? I thought you found a girlfriend." Zou Sen took a sip of coffee. "Today is my girlfriend's birthday. We agreed to go to Qixiang Pavilion for a drink tonight. She will bring a few sisters with her today." It's lively, come and play with me too."

Sun Jikai thought about it for a while, nodded and agreed without any excuses.

Qixiang Pavilion is a new bar street in the imperial capital, and the business is very hot.It is said that it is very quiet during the day, but as soon as night falls, the atmosphere here is completely different.The air is full of factors of singing and dancing, making people's desires jump straight up.

Zou Sen's girlfriend is very young and beautiful, and she is considered to be a relatively stable one in recent years.The two have been dating for half a year, and it is said that they have lived together, but there is no sign of marriage at all.There are too many unmarried people now. A man like Zou Sen, although flirtatious and flirtatious, is willing to find a partner to live with, and he is considered a normal person.Of course, a hot diamond bachelor like him is naturally very picky, he will not wrong himself, and he will break up if he feels inappropriate, so he changes women frequently.Based on his personal conditions, he can find any kind of woman he is looking for, that is, if he wants a little beauty, there is a little beauty, and if he wants a strong woman, there is a strong woman.

Sun Jikai and him are two completely different people.He always felt that he was just passing by in this bustling world, so he didn't have such a strong desire to pursue wealth and status.

He kept smiling, drank lazily, and watched them laugh and laugh.

Zou Sen's girlfriend suddenly noticed him, so she pushed the boyfriend next to her and whispered something in his ear.Zou Sen nodded with a smile, and waved to him, "Prodigal son, come here, and greet this beauty for me."

Sun Jikai followed his gestures and looked over.

In an inconspicuous corner, sat a silent long-haired woman.She is very thin, wearing a long ginger coat, and her long straight hair hangs down her cheeks, making her appearance difficult to see.Usually women cover up like this because they are not good-looking, so they are willing to be left out in the cold.Thinking about it, Sun Jikai felt a little sympathy.Anyway, let's just be a good guy, anyway, he doesn't have any covetous intentions for the ladies here.

He moved over, raised his glass and shook it at her, and said in a low voice, "Hello."

She raised her head and looked at him with a gentle expression.Her eyes are big, with deep-set eye sockets, the bridge of her nose is slender, pointy, and her lips are like bows, very sexy.She picked up the glass to touch him, and took a big sip.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, "You seem to be a good drinker."

"Okay." She was a little lazy.

Sun Jikai was originally a lazy person, he never liked to socialize, seeing that she was not interested, he leaned back lazily, and did not speak anymore.

The two took care of each other and drank in silence for a while.There were singers singing lively on the small stage in front, and Zou Sen and the others sang along. It was very noisy and disturbing for a while.

She looked at the singers indifferently, and suddenly turned her head and asked, "Are you also from Zou Sen's company?"

"No." Sun Jikai replied lazily, "I write something, and he publishes it for me."

"Oh." She nodded, "So it's a writer."

"You can't be called a writer, but you can be regarded as a writer." Sun Jikai said honestly, "The things I write don't have any profound philosophy of life. Let's watch the fun."

She nodded slightly again and said no more.

At this time, Zou Sen lost the punch and was beaten into a mess by his girlfriend, and the beauties and elites of the publishing company who were watching were laughing to and fro.

She also laughed.

Sun Jikai felt that the conversation between them was similar to social media on the Internet.They don't know each other's names, they don't know their occupations, and they may never see each other after tonight, so they can put down their masks in the dim light and gossip honestly.This is a very good feeling, no wonder Qixiang Pavilion always sings and sings every night.

He asked her, "What about you? What do you do?"

"Me? Do nothing." She looked even lazier.

"Oh." Sun Jikai stopped asking.

She tilted her head, "I didn't hide it on purpose, it's true that I haven't done anything now."

Sun Jikai looked at her, "Did you resign?" She had the air of a business elite, not like a stay-at-home girl or a prodigal girl.

"Yes." She picked up the glass and drank it down.

Sun Jikai asked casually, "Then what did you do before?"

She picked up the wine bottle and poured it for herself, and said flatly, "My wife."

"What?" He didn't understand.

She smiled lazily, "Be someone's wife."

This answer was a bit unexpected, he didn't know where to start asking, so he had to shut up.

She still smiled easily, "I feel very tired, so I quit my job and stopped being a wife."

"Then... do you have any plans in the future?" Sun Jikai shook the wine glass, looking at the amber liquor shaking inside.

"I don't know...Maybe looking for a job, maybe looking for a husband." Her eyes were a little confused for a moment.

That is the daze that does not belong to this utilitarian society.Look at Zou Sen and the elites around him, as well as those girls, all of them have clear goals and spare no effort to pursue fame and fortune. Has there ever been the slightest bit of confusion on their faces?

Sun Jikai always felt that he was out of place in this kind of life where he was rushing towards his goal in the world of mortals.

But he wouldn't be as dazed as she was.He already remembered that he once saw a hot topic on the Internet. A young girl ran out of the house in her pajamas at night, drove a Maserati on the street, and then stopped crying in the middle of the road until she was fined by the traffic police. , I calmed down and drove back.

Several short videos of her performance were posted on the Internet by passers-by, which aroused heated discussions.Countless people envied the car she drove, but what she said was ugly.Almost half of the netizens think that she is a canary who has been fostered, and only a small half of netizens think that she is the second or third generation rich. No one thinks that she has the ability to make money to buy a Maserati at a young age.

Sun Jikai leaned lazily on the back of the large seat and stopped talking.She is not the same kind of person as him at all, he can't understand her life like that, and of course he won't comment casually.

At midnight, when everyone walked out of the bar, Zou Sen waved to Sun Jikai vaguely, "Prodigal son, send the butterfly home."

Sun Jikai looked at her.She didn't protest.Sun Jikai, Zou Sen and the others were all drunk and unable to drive, so they called a familiar driver and got in the car and left.

Sun Jikai asked the woman named Butterfly to get into his off-road vehicle, and then sat in the passenger seat.She gave the address and leaned back quietly in the back seat.

Cold snowflakes floated outside the window, and the driver wondered, "It's already spring, why is it suddenly snowing?"

Sun Jikai chatted with the famous chatty driver in the imperial capital about the changes in the weather.

It was as if the whole world was one big chat room, and everyone who met had to chat with each other.In fact, the encounter between people is extremely brief. He and the driver don't even know their names, and they can't even see each other's faces clearly. But at this moment, they talk as cordially as friends.

Small snowflakes continued to flutter in the night wind, and the street lights reflected on the window glass, crystal clear.On such a cold spring night, sitting in the heated car, they felt very safe, but not close.

The car drove into the old town.Here are all affordable housing and low-cost public rental housing built by the government. There are many high-rise buildings with small spacing and little green area. There are almost no public activity venues and national fitness equipment, and they are mainly provided for poor households.

When the car stopped under an old-fashioned slab building, the woman said quietly in the dark: "Will you go up with me? The elevator has stopped, and I live on the fifteenth floor."

Sun Jikai poked his head out and looked up.The whole apartment was dark, like a temporarily shut down computer host, if they walked in, once it was running, they didn't know what time and space changes they would encounter.

He thought for a while, then said: "Okay, I'll take you up."

"Thank you." She opened the car door and went out.

Sun Jikai told the driver to wait below, and then accompanied her upstairs.Following their footsteps, the voice-activated lights lit up layer by layer, and the dim light illuminated the narrow stairs.The two walked up one after the other without saying a word.

Sun Jikai is a good athlete, with excellent physical fitness, and he can go upstairs like walking on flat ground.The woman is exhausted, so she has to take a rest after going up two or three floors.Sun Jikai stood aside patiently and waited, not stepping forward to help.He didn't want to have easy physical contact with any woman.

Stopping and stopping, they finally reached the fifteenth floor.Sun Jikai accompanied the woman to the door of the first bedroom at the corner, watched her take out the key to open the door, and said gently, "Have a good rest, good night."

The woman glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and tried to ask him, "Aren't you coming in?"

Sun Jikai looked at her chiseled face, suddenly felt dull, and said flatly: "No. It's too late, it's not suitable for me to go in."

The woman understood and said softly, "Thank you. Good night." Then she closed the door.

Sun Jikai walked briskly downstairs and got into the car, and told the driver his home address.It was agreed at the beginning that it was an outlying suburb, and the driver would get a good salary, so he was very happy, but he didn't expect that the lonely man and the widow came out of the bar and didn't spend the night together.However, this made him have a good impression of Sun Jikai.

It was already early morning, and the driver kept chatting to prevent fatigue.Sun Jikai also responded without saying a word.After staying outside the car for so long just now, he was completely awake from the cold.

Snowflakes were still flying, and the night was filled with a strange atmosphere.