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Chapter 35 Devil's Nest, I want to escape from here

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    "Take my hand." Trish said suddenly, this time she didn't use a queen's tone, but smiled at him gently.

    Qian Qian hesitated for a moment, but reached out and grabbed her hand.  He has a sense of happiness, like enjoying the warm time when he is in love.

    The two held hands and walked on the beach.  Qian Qian felt very relaxed, comfortable and happy.

    He saw Trish's face was full of smiles, and she also looked happy.  Her smile is very beautiful and touching, and her soft eyes reveal the innocence and loveliness of a girl.  And this kind of look, he felt familiar, he also saw it many years ago.

    "I've always wanted to hold your hand like this." Trish said in a gentle and shy tone.

    "Cui Qian!" Qian Qian said, "Did we know each other a long time agoDidn't we? Didn't we?"

    "Yeah." She hugged him suddenly and buried her head in his arms.

    "Then tell me, who am I?"

    "You are" She woke up from his arms, and regained her cold face, "You are just my servant." She shook off his hand and continued to walk forward.

    "Tell me, who am I?" Qian Qian raised his voice, stepped forward and took her hand.

    "I won't tell you!" The other party said coldly, "Never!"

    The days have returned to the way they were before.  Qian Qian is still their servant, Ruo Fei beats him, Chan Bing scolds him, Cui Qian still has that cold face.

    Qian Qian was walking on the street, this time helping Ruofei to buy lipstick.  In order to buy that brand of red lips, he walked three streets.  He rubbed his legs and slowed down. A bus passed by him, it was No. 23 bus.

    He was looking forward to seeing the boy, his eyes fixed on the car, and the car stopped about 20 meters away from him.  The back door opened, and 5 people walked down, and then the front door opened, and 10 people went up.  There were men, women and children who came down or went up, but there was no boy he wanted to see.

    He was a little disappointed.  The clock on the clock tower told him that it was already ten o'clock.  He hasn't bought what he wants to buy yet, the cosmetics store is still one street away, and he has to walk back after buying lipstick.

    The salesperson in the cosmetics store is a girl who puts on a lot of makeup. She is young and forced by life, so she can only use her face to advertise.

    "Sir, what do you need?" the girl asked.

    Qian Qian took out Ruofei's lipstick box: "I want to buy this kind of lipstick."

    "Okay, please wait a moment." The girl quickly found a box from a large pile of cosmetics behind her.

    "What else do you need? We just launched a new product here, including moisturizing foundation cream and eyeliner. You can buy some for your wife."

    "She still has a lot more." Qian Qian blurted out.  This surprised him too, because this was not a reason he thought up to prevaricate, but an instinctive answer.  Looking around the environment of this cosmetics store again, he felt that he had been here a long time ago, and a few fragments flashed in his mind: around him, there were a variety of cosmetics counters, and on each counter were young, beautiful, painted  A girl with thick makeup.  There was a middle-aged woman who was shopping there, and bought as soon as she saw it. She bought so much that she couldn't lift it with two hands.  Her face was also thickly covered with makeup, but the wrinkles were too deep to cover them, as if the field had just been plowed and covered with another layer of frost, with distinct gullies.

    "Sir, what's the matter with you?" Seeing him standing there in a daze, the girl called out to him curiously.

    "Noit's nothing." He once gave up the idea of ??recalling the past, but recently, fragments of memory frequently flashed through his mind.  What does that tall boy and this middle-aged woman have to do with him?  Why would I say such strange things to the salesperson.  Now he is in pain, either remember it or forget it all.  This feeling of not being able to remember and not being able to forget made him very painful.

    It's getting late, I'm afraid Ruofei will inevitably beat and scold her when she goes back.  With that in mind, he quickened his pace.

    Chan Bing went out to do business, and Ruo Fei had a particularly bad temper these two days, because the dishes cooked by Qian Qian were really unpalatable.

    "Are you a pig?" Ruo Fei scolded, "Are you cooking for people to eat?"

    "When Chan Bing was cooking, did you never think about learning it?" Cui Qian was also very unhappy, and she put a half-baked dish on his head.

    "You! The less you behave, the more misbehaved you become. People don't like you more and more." Ruofei fanned the flames.

    "I'm sorry. I'll change it next time," he said.

      "Wang Zai! I'm very disappointed in you." Cui Qian said, "I'm going out to eat with Ruofei now, you stay and give me all of these."

    Cui Qian and Ruo Fei left the house, leaving Qian Qian there alone.  For the first time, he tasted the taste of his own cooking.  It was really hard to swallow, and he didn't dare to pour it out. Thinking of the look in Trish's eyes when she said "you are not good", he shuddered.  She was crazy, all three of them were crazy.  He could only force himself to eat all these "pig food", but it didn't take long before his stomach began to churn. He faced the toilet and vomited out all the food in his stomach.  , his heart eased down a little.

    "What should I do?" He faced the empty ceiling, "I will be tortured to death by them."

    "What can I do?" He sighed, "I don't even know who I am."

    "I want to leave here, leave them, and leave Trish." Finally, he made up his mind.

    He walked into Trish's room, found a stack of banknotes in her bedside cabinet, and he was rough, and there were about 3,000 yuan.  He simply packed up a few pieces of clothes, and then fled the devil's lair.

    He ran very fast because he was afraid of being caught by them.  Trish will cane him and possibly cut off his ears.  He didn't dare to think any more, just kept running forward.

    Exhausted from running, I came to a place where rows of willow trees were planted. It was a village with beautiful small villas.  There are two old ladies washing clothes by the river.

    Qian Qian was very tired. He sat on a small stone pier under the willow tree and watched them wash their clothes.

    "Grandma, what is this place?" Qian asked, wiping the sweat off his face.

    "This is Peach Blossom Bay." One of them replied.

    "Peach Blossom Bay?" He tried to search for the name in his mind, but he couldn't remember it at all.  But the name sounds good, maybe here, he can start his new life.

    He was alone, carrying a cloth bag with some clothes and 3,000 yuan in it.  For now, this is all his assets.

    "Is there a hotel near here?" he asked.

    "We don't have a hotel here, but there is a small hotel. You go straight ahead until you reach the fork, and you can get to that hotel by taking the road facing south. It seems to be called 'Happy Hotel'."

    Qian Qian followed the old lady's advice and quickly found the Happy Hotel.

    "Do you offer hourly rooms or standard rooms?" asked the female shopkeeper with single eyelids.

    "Standard room."

    "Standard room is 80 yuan a day, how many days do you open?"

    "How many days?" He thought for a while, "Three days."

    "Okay, please give me your ID card."

    "ID card?" When Qian Qian heard this word, sweat broke out on his forehead.  Ruofei's words rang in his ears, "You don't even have an ID card, and you don't know your last name. Which unit dares to invite you?"

    He thought for a while and said, "I forgot to bring my ID card."

    "That won't work, you have to use your ID card to register now. You can't do it without an ID card!"

    Qian Qian came out of the hotel, looking listless.  He didn't know where to go, he walked slowly along this road, the sun began to slant to the west, he watched the sun slowly sinking to the west mountain, and the colorful clouds in the west slowly dimmed, he felt like a wandering spirit  , an extra person, in this world, at this time, everyone is rushing towards his home, but where is he at home?

    This is a small street. To this street, he is just a passerby, a confused passerby.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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