Outside the window, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, scattering on earth. The drizzle had already turned into a torrential rain at some point, and the sounds were constantly roaring, hitting the streets and the eaves, and there were endless noises. The pedestrians on the road had long disappeared, and the slightly dirty streets were mixed with fine garbage, which was extremely messy.

At a corner of the street, there is an inconspicuous restaurant. The thin flags have been wet with rain and no longer fluttering in the wind. They are deaf and pulled...

There is a restaurant!

There is a restaurant.

"Um……"

Suddenly, Buqu's body trembled slightly, his mind was shaken, and his mind turned around. The former glanced out of the window, turned his gaze, and saw that Brother Li in front of the table had already disappeared, and he knew it in his heart.

"It seems... it's been a long time... it's been a long time..."

Buqu looked up at the oil lamp not far ahead, and was slightly stunned. He felt the dark night and found that he had been in the restaurant for five or six hours.

Buqu Yaoyao remembered that when he first left, it seemed to be noon. But now, it was already dark and the rain continued to fall. The former calculated carefully. Apart from drinking and chatting, he was immersed in thinking alone for about three hours, neither long nor short.

"I thought about it for so long...hehe..."

Buqu rubbed his slightly swollen head, thinking of the mixed thoughts in his mind, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly, a little laughing and helpless, sighed deeply, and murmured, "It's dark, it's time to go back...it's time to leave!"

"Little brother, are you awake?"

In the restaurant, the honest and honest Dazhuzi saw Buqu wake up, hurriedly put down the rag in his hand, stopped the work in his hand, walked over quickly, and greeted him with a smile.

"I'm awake, disturbing me, Brother Zhuzi!" Buqu showed a little apology. It's so embarrassing to be disturbed by others so late.

"It's okay! You're polite, little brother!" Dazhuzi waved his hand and grinned.

"By the way, Brother Zhuzi, the third master?"

Buqu glanced around and saw that Brother Li was not in the restaurant. He waved to the big pillar not far away, asked in a low voice, and said.

"Little brother, I'm just about to have something to do with you! The Third Master's family came to him for something, so the Third Master went home first! He asked me to tell you that I'm sorry and I'll compensate you next time!"

Hearing this, Dazhuzi hurriedly told the story of the third master and explained.

"Yeah!" Buqu nodded, saying nothing.

In fact, Buqu and the so-called third master have only known each other for less than a day. They are not considered friends, but they also feel that they are close friends and close friends. This kind of relationship is extremely complicated and inexplicable.

Moreover, it is still unknown whether we can meet in the future.

Since the third master has left, Buqu has made up his mind and is ready to leave.

"Brother Zhuzi, then I'll leave first! By the way... how much is this wine?" Buqu glanced at the empty wine bottle above the table and the side dish that didn't move at all. He looked at Dazhuzi, asked, and said.

"The third master has already paid the bill before he left!" Dazhuzi said with a smile.

"Okay! Since that's the case, I'll leave first!" Buqu didn't drag it off either. He felt the pain in his head slightly drunk, frowned, said hello, turned around, and walked out the door.

"So heavy rain...ah!"

When he arrived at the door, Buqu watched the heavy rain. The bean-sized raindrops hit the stone slabs, scattered into countless pieces and splashed all over the ground. The former did not bring an umbrella, tightened his clothes to prevent himself from getting wet, and was about to rush towards the heavy rain.

"Little brother, wait!"

At this moment, Dazhuzi hurried over from behind and shouted, "Little brother, I'll give you an umbrella and wine! This umbrella was left by the Third Master, and this wine was also bought by the Third Master. I hope you can take it home and taste it!"

When Buqu heard the words, he turned around and saw Dazhuzi walking over with three bottles of wine and an umbrella.

Then, Dazhuzi smiled and handed it to Buqu, and said honestly, "Little brother, give it to you! The night is so late, little brother, walk slowly on the road!"

"good!"

Buqu didn't think so much, so he took the thing over, opened his umbrella, waved his hand, and walked towards the heavy rain.

"Little brother, walk slowly..."

With a reminder, a faint sound came from behind. The faint sound was completely poured down in the heavy rain, silently.

On the street.

Buqu held an umbrella and grabbed the wine bottle, and walked on the quiet street. The former was flowing with water, walking deep and shallow, moving forward step by step, with clear eyes, and no longer the confusion and thoughts of the previous ones.

After some thought, Buqu seemed to have figured it out. The depression and depression in his heart, under the guidance of the Third Master, had already cleared the clouds and fog and saw the dawn, and gradually disappeared.

At this moment, Buqu felt that he was slowly integrating into this world, slowly forgetting the events of his previous life, forgetting the Star Lord Valley, forgetting the Star Lord, forgetting a lot, a lot...

A man walks on the road, crosses the street, crosses the puddle, crosses the eaves, and walks forward step by step...

"Strange, isn't this the direction?"

Buqu glanced around, looked at the strange streets and strange houses, frowned, muttered slightly, and muttered to himself.

Buqu had been walking on the street for a long time, his clothes were already wet, and a greasy paper umbrella in his hand could not block all the wind and rain. However, the former discovered that after several attempts, he had to sigh. Because the former found that he was lost!

Lost!

I'm really lost!

This road fool!

"It's a shame, can't you go back today?" Bu bent and tightened, a hint of coldness penetrated from his body, shivered, exhaled, and sighed.

"This damn ghost weather...so cold!"

Buqu yawned, looked ahead, paused, nodded, and pondered, "It should be this direction! Yes, it should be this direction!"

In the last sentence, Buqu added the last time inexplicably, as if he wanted to increase his confidence in his judgment.

Then, Buqu made up his mind and continued to move forward and rushed to the Bufu...

Half an hour later.

"Damn it, it seems that I can really go in the wrong direction!" Buqu, holding an oil-paper umbrella, paused on the street, glanced around, his face a little pale, and he sighed in a low voice.

Along the way, Buqu found that his sense of direction was getting less and less than enough, as if he had walked into a dead end and could not get out. Following the street, there were strange scenery all the way, as if he had never been here before.

"Where is this place?"

Buqu looked ahead, in the misty rain and fog, unable to distinguish the direction, and was hazy. The former paused slightly, gathered his gaze, stared at the front, raised his eyebrows, seemed to have found something of interest.
Chapter completed!