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After finishing dinner and returning to the hotel, it was already late at night, but everyone was still full of energy, showing no signs of fatigue. Especially Lu Yuen and Tongtong, the former was immersed in the fan signings tonight, and the latter was surprised at the possibility of having an encounter with their idol.
The car stopped in front of Shangpin International, and they were still discussing non-stop about the indescribable experiences of today.
"You guys go rest first, I'll take the car to the 4S store." Lo Ye patted the driver's seat, signaling Lum Ming to get off, without taking out the car key.
"Brother Luo, why don't I go instead, you guys go back first." Lum Ming didn't move, turning to look at the person sitting behind.
"Do you have the contact information for the insurance?" Lo Ye flipped through the contacts on his phone.
"Oh, this is brother Luo's car, only he has the contact information for the insurance," he scratched his head awkwardly, "How about it, brother Luo, I'll go with you."
"No need, go back and rest first. We still have a busy schedule tomorrow," he said as he opened the driver's door, his meaning quite clear.
Yes, they still have a busy schedule. They just received the notice tonight.
"Brother Luo, drive carefully and come back early to rest. It's already very late," Lum Ming didn't know why he suddenly felt that Brother Luo wanted to be alone for a while, that familiar sense of cold loneliness that often appeared around Brother Luo.
They stood in front of the hotel, watching the damaged car quickly turn a corner and drive onto the empty, quiet city road.
The lights of the city at dawn, no matter how brilliant and colorful, cannot capture the attention of busy people long enough for them to stop and appreciate them slowly.
Lo Ye did not rush to the 4S shop; at this hour, they should have closed for the day.
He rolled down the car window, took off his black denim jacket and tossed it onto the passenger seat. He lit a cigarette and slowly meandered through the city, turning the steering wheel without a clear destination, driving forward without any restrictions.
The car was moving at a leisurely pace. He took a drag from his cigarette and flicked the ash out the window just as it was about to fall. The car drifted, as if he were truly enjoying the scenery along the road.
I don't know exactly where this is located, but the lights are not as dazzling as before. They are all energy-saving LED lights, and the only colorful lights are the signs of the small shops on both sides of the road. The colors are diverse but not very bright, rather somewhat dim.
At the corner of the street, there is a small stall with a cart and a colorful tent. A white light strip is hung on the tent, illuminating the words written in black marker - "Spicy Love Hot Pot". The stall is deserted, with only an elderly lady with white hair and a young girl with two twisted braids sitting on small stools, weaving flower ropes. The night is quiet, with only faint laughter.
He suddenly choked on the smoke in his hand, pulled over the car, took two deep puffs, crushed the cigarette, and threw it into the roadside trash can.
Looking up, he saw the white light strip on the small stall and thought the quality was really good. It illuminated the little girl's teeth when she smiled, and he could see them clearly.
After thinking for a moment, he picked up the jacket from the passenger seat.
"Young man, do you want to eat Spicy hot pot?" The old man saw him stop in front of the stall, quickly stood up from the small stool, and returned to the stall to ask him with a smile.
"Um, a bowl of Spicy hot pot."
"Do you want it spicy?" The old man asked as he busily blanched the vegetables, inquiring about the customer's preference.
"I don't want it spicy, just clear soup is fine." He can't eat spicy food very well.
"Alright, hurry and set up the small table, make a space for your brother."
"I know, grandma, brother, come, come sit here," the little girl's voice was clear and crisp.
I don't know where she managed to find a folding table from behind the stroller, which was almost as tall as herself, and was struggling to unfold it.
Lo Ye took a step forward and immediately caught the table, unfolding it next to the small stall.
"Thank you, brother. Please have a seat." She then took out a small stool from behind, slightly larger than the one she and her mother-in-law had just sat on.
"Why are you still not home at this late hour?" Lo Ye most wanted to ask this question.
He looked at the little girl with big eyes and two neatly braided pigtails, "Grandma still has a few portions of Spicy hot pot left to sell, let's wait a little longer and then we'll go home after selling them." It was so late, but at her young age, she was unusually spirited, speaking with a smile on her face, revealing two small tiger teeth.
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