On a rare day off, Olive stayed up late to watch a horror movie.
The strange feeling was piled up by background music and screams, and there was no frightening picture, as plain as boiled water.
Because of obsessive-compulsive disorder, she almost propped up her eyelids to finish it.
As soon as the closing subtitle appeared, Olive even felt a sense of relief.
She closed her eyes and her thoughts were instantly entangled with drowsiness.
She was about to fall into a dream when suddenly the door was slapped.
Bang--.
Olive opened her eyes immediately.
Follow the moonlight falling through the cracks in the curtains and look at the door.
From there, she could clearly hear the vague words of the drunk man, as well as the sound of footsteps stumbling in the other direction.
Then came the sound of the door being opened and closed.
Blocking most of the movement.
She stared at the door for a few seconds.
It was not until he was completely quiet that Olive relaxed her spirit.
She pursed her lips and got angry in hindsight.
‘How many times has it been this week?’
When drowsiness was interrupted, it was difficult for Olive to fall asleep again.
She turned over, closed her eyes again, and was bored to spare some energy to recall the movie she had just made.
‘Mm-hmm.’
‘Like a ghost movie?’
‘It's also a low-budget movie that thinks it can scare people.’
……
When she was in a daze, Olive's mind inexplicably raised the ghost face in the movie.
Three seconds later.
She sprang to her feet and turned on the lamp at the head of the bed.
Olive didn't sleep soundly throughout the rest of the night.
Half asleep and half awake, she always felt that there was a ghost staring at her.
It was not until it was completely dawn that she managed to fall asleep.
The next day, Olive was woken up by a phone call.
Because she stayed up late and didn't get enough sleep, her head hurt as if she had been pricked by a needle.
She was a little upset and dawdled to pick up the phone and press to answer it.
There was a low voice from her bestie Abigail, "I'll call you back later."
"..."
Olive's eyelids moved and her brain crashed for two seconds.
She burst in an instant and blurted out, "What the fu... "
Before she finished talking, the phone had been hung up.
The fist seemed to hit the cotton. Olive opened her eyes and let out her breath.
After lying in bed for a while, she picked up her phone and looked at the time.
It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon.
Olive stopped staying in bed, pulled on a coat, and got out of bed.
Olive was brushing her teeth when her cell phone rang again.
She freed her hand and slid down the screen and answered it directly.
Abigail first said, "Damn it, I just met my high school classmate. I haven't put on makeup yet. I'm so embarrassed!"
"Come on, he probably couldn’t recognize you," said Olive, whose mouth was full of foam.
Abigail was silent for three seconds and didn't bother to argue with her, "Would you like to hang out tonight? Miss Reporter. You've been working overtime for a week. If you don't have some fun, I'm afraid of your sudden death. "
"Well, where? "
"Nearby your company? I don't know if you've been there. My colleague said that there was a bar there, and the owner was damn..."Abigail said," Hey, why is there always a sound of water over there? Are you washing dishes? "
Olive, "My face."
Abigail was surprised, "Did you just wake up?"
Olive made a hum with a warm voice.
"It's two o'clock, and even the lunch break is over."
Abigail wondered, "What did you do last night?"
"I watched a horror movie."
"The name?"
"Seeing Ghost."
Abigail obviously saw the movie and choked, "Is that even a horror movie?"
"After watching it, I went to sleep."
Olive pretended not to hear her, pulled the towel aside, and dried the droplets on her face. "But I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, and then, like in the movie, I saw a ghost."
"..."
"I just fought with ghosts all night."
Abigail was speechless, "Why are you suddenly talking to me about such a restricted topic?"
Olive raised her eyebrow, "Why is it restricted?"
"What kind of fight does it take all night?"
"..."
"Come on, stop whoring ghosts. Your sister takes you to go whoring with men. "
Abigail smiled, "Handsome, fresh, hot, man."
"Then I'd better whoring ghosts."
Picking up the phone, Olive walked out of the toilet, "At least free."
Abigail, "Who said to spend money, we can also go whoring men for free."
Olive, "Hmm?"
"We can go whoring with our eyes."
"..."
After hanging up the phone, Olive told the landlord about last night on W******p again.
Then she hesitated to add that the lease may not be renewed after the contract expires.
Two months ago, she moved to South Star from Silver River.
Abigail helped her to find the house.
The only inconvenience was that this was a group rental.
The landlord converted an 80-square-meter house into three separate rooms, each with a toilet.
So there were no facilities such as a kitchen and balcony.
But the advantage was that the price was cheap.
Olive didn't have much demand for accommodation.
Besides, the transportation here was convenient and the surrounding area was lively.
She also considered renting it for a long time.
Until one day, when she went out, she happened to meet the man next door.
Gradually evolved into the present situation.
Unwittingly, the sun went down and the narrow room was covered with a layer of darkness.
Thousands of lights continued to light up one after another, the whole city was lit up in another way, and the night market was becoming more and more lively.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Olive changed her clothes and then simply put on make-up.
Abigail kept bombarding her on W******p.
After pulling the bag on the coat rack, Olive replied "go out now".
She went out, looked opposite, couldn't help walking faster, went out into the stairwell, and went downstairs.
The two made an appointment to meet at the subway station.
The place they were going to go was the bar Abigail mentioned today, which was opposite People Square.
Through a pass, she could see a continuous series of neon lights, dotted on the signs of each storefront.
A place where only the night will be lively.
It was the famous bar street in South Star which was called Fallen Street.
Because they had never been here, they searched for a long time and finally saw the bar in a small corner.
The bar had an interesting name. It was called " Working Overtime".
The sign was very simple.
Pure black background, the font was square and neat, showing a pure white light.
In a pile of colorful neon lights, it is as low-key as a small hair salon here.
"That's a good idea," Olive commented after staring for a moment. "Setting up a gallery in Bar Street, if someone wants to come here to pick up girls, he can come here and do a pose first."
Abigail tugged at the corner of her mouth and pulled her in, "Don't talk nonsense."
Unexpectedly, it was not as deserted as Olive thought.
They came early, not yet in the rush hour, but the seats of the store were occupied most.
There was a woman holding a guitar on the stage, singing with low eyes, and the atmosphere was lyrical and gentle.
In front of the bar, the bartender dyed his yellow hair and threw the jug like acrobatics, relaxed and familiar.
Olive took a seat and ordered the cheapest wine.
Abigail looked around and was disappointed, "Is the boss not here? I don't see anyone handsome."
Olive held her cheek and said carelessly, "It may be the bartender boy."
"Bullshit!"
Abigail obviously can't accept it. "My colleague who has been here for many years said that the owner of this bar can be said to be the superstar of Fallen Street." (the superstar here means the most popular male prostitute)
"Maybe it's self-proclaimed."
"?"
Noticing Abigail's bad eyes, Olive sat up straight and emphasized, "Just, maybe."
Abigail snorted.
The two chatted for a while.
Abigail mentioned the matter at noon, "By the way, I met my deputy monitor in the first year of senior high school. He also went to South Star University, and he seemed to share a dormitory with Liam, but I haven't seen him much. "
Hearing the name Liam, Olive was stunned.
"Speaking of which, do you remember--" said Abigail, glancing casually and suddenly pointing to the bar, "Well, look at 10:00, is the superstar coming?"
At the same time, Olive heard a man shout Li.
She looked in the direction.
There was a man standing next to the bartender.
The light was dim in the bar. He was half leaning against the edge of the table, with his back to the bar and his head slightly on the side, as if he were talking to the bartender.
Wearing a pure black suit, straight and tall, he hunched slightly and was a bit taller than the bartender next to him.
His eyes were dark, with a smile on his face.
The color turntable light on the top pulled over and left several marks on his face.
Olive recognized him at this moment.
"Fuck me."
Probably making the same discovery as her, Abigail said in a tone of shock, "Sister, the superstar is Liam!"
"..."
"Speak of the devil. Do you remember him? He chased you before you transferred to another school."
Hearing this, Olive paused.
A waiter was passing by, Olive felt a bit uncomfortable, wanted to interrupt, only to hear a cry of surprise.
She looked up and saw that the waiter seemed to have been hit, the tray in his hand tilted slightly, and the wine glass tilted along with it.
-- in her direction.
The drink, mixed with ice, fell to her left shoulder and slid down.
She was wearing a loose sweater today. When most of the clothes were wet and the chill seeped in, the cold made her scalp numb.
Olive gasped and stood up like a reflex.
The sound in the bar was loud, but the noise was not small.
As if frightened, the waiter turned white and apologized again and again.
Abigail also stood up, helped Olive take the ice off her clothes, frowned, and said, "Are you all right?"
"I’m fine," Olive's voice trembled uncontrollably, but she didn't get angry. She looked at the waiter. "Don't apologize anymore, just be careful in the future."
Then she said to Abigail, "I'll go to the bathroom to deal with it."
With that, she raised her eyelids slightly, directly bumping into a burning gaze.
Deep, indifferent, and obscure.
Olive froze for two seconds.
She then withdrew her sight and walked in the direction of the women's toilet.
She found a cubicle and took off her sweater, leaving only a close-fitting bottomed sweater.
Fortunately, it was separated by the sweater and didn't get much wet.
Olive walked to the sink, touched some water with a paper towel, and reluctantly wiped the wine off her body.
After roughly dealing with it, she went out.
She caught a glimpse of a man standing in the corridor. Olive subconsciously looked at him and paused.
The man leaned against the wall, bit a cigarette in his mouth, his eyelids drooped lazily, looking relaxed.
Unlike before, his coat has been taken off, so loosely held by him.
All that was left was a black T-shirt.
It has been five years since they last met.
Olive was not sure if he recognized herself, and she didn't know if she should say hello.
After struggling for less than a second, she lowered her eyes, pretended not to recognize him, and continued to walk.
The dark simple decoration style, the stripes on the marble tiles spread irregularly outward, reflecting the light.
The female singer's voice can also be heard here, very light, with lingering and affection.
Getting closer.
She was about to walk past him.
At this time.
"Hey."
He seemed to make a sound of nothing, sounding lazy.
Olive stopped and was about to look over.
Defenseless, Liam suddenly threw the pocket of her coat over, blocking most of her field of view.
Olive was stupefied for a moment, then immediately reached out and pulled it off, some inexplicable.
Liam still didn't look up, lowered his eyelashes, and put out the cigarette on the nearby trash can.
Neither of them took the initiative to speak.
It seemed to have been a long time, but it only took a few seconds.
Liam slowly raised his eyelids and caught up with her eyes.
With estrangement.
"Let’s Talk." He said.
Author’s words:
A story about Liam and Olive! Ashley and Jacob would also appear. Hope you like.
They haven't seen each other for years, and they haven't had any contact since the last time we met.Olive almost forgot the existence of this person.But she did remember.The last conversation between the two was not very pleasant.Their relationship was not so close that allowed him to come over and offer his condolences and help when he saw that she was in a mess.Olive's first reaction was that he had the wrong person.But another thought came to her mind.It was also possible that Liam was gradually matured and become broad-minded in recent years.He no longer took those things seriously, forgot the past grievances, only treated her as an old classmate.Olive withdrew her thoughts and handed him his coat, with doubts and inquiries in her eyes.Liam didn't take it and glanced over her hand.Then he whispered, "I'm the owner of this bar."Olive's hand was fixed in mid-air, and her reaction was a
It was colder outside.The only sweater that could keep warm was drenched and she put it in the bag.When she got to the door of her house, Olive felt that her body was almost out of her own.She opened the door and looked at the opposite room subconsciously.At this time, the man was probably not back yet.Usually at two or three o'clock, when she had fallen into a deep sleep, he would pass by her door and knock on the door maliciously.The strength was so strong that it was like thunder in the middle of the night.And then he would go back to his house.It was exasperating, but nothing could be done to solve it.Olive told the landlord about the situation several times, but it seemed to be to no avail.Locking the door, Olive boiled some water and sent Abigail a message: [home].Abigail's house was far away, and now she was still on the subway: [so soon?]Abigail: [Oli]Abigail: [as soon as
His voice was neither light nor heavy.But like a thunder, reminding her of what she said to Liam when she came here the other day.-- "Sorry, this is a formal bar."-- "That's a pity.""..."Olive slightly pursed her lips, and an overwhelming sense of embarrassment occupied her.Fortunately, there was a lot of noise around, and the bartender didn't hear Liam's words at all, but wondered, "Dude, what are you doing?"Then he pointed to the drawer and raised his voice. "Do you see the bracelet here?"Hearing the sound, Liam glanced at him.The bartender explained, "This guest came here the other day and left a bracelet. Gary found it..."Speaking of which, he paused and changed his words, "Didn't you put it away?"Liam sat down on the high stool and made a lay hmm.Bartender, "Where did you put it?"Liam withdrew his sight and looked careless, "I haven't seen it.""..."The bartend
Olive still vaguely remembered.At that time, after she told him her name as if nothing had happened, Liam just said "ah" then said nothing more.Maybe it was because he was getting older, he was not as happy as he was when he was a teenager, or maybe it was just because she hasn't seen him for years, and the relationship has become a stranger.Compared with the past, his indifference covered almost all emotions.She happened to arrive at the subway station.Olive flipped through the metro card from her bag and took out her cell phone.When she saw Abigail's message, she replied casually.Then she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have followed Liam’s Ins. And Liam followed back.The two haven't said a word.However, Olive felt that when he followed, he should not know that this person was her.Thinking of this, Olive found Liam’s Ins.No pictures. No videos. No words. Completely blank.
Olive was stunned.What the fu...‘What does it mean to throw a question mark?’Olive moved her eyes and stared at the three words she sent out.-- Happy New year ^ _ ^.For a moment, Olive still had the feeling of being illiterate.‘I sent the blessing words, right? Not some dirty words.’The act of throwing a question mark was quite bluffing.Olive was shocked by him across the screen.The reaction was like seeing a person who was out of touch with each other.No matter what the other person said, even if it was a blessing message, he should throw a question mark against it.Olive hesitantly typed: [you know I am]Before she had finished, she noticed that someone was passing her by.Olive subconsciously looked up and found that Liam walked to a position about one meter in front of her and stopped next to a girl.The girl was thin and quietly bowed her head.
After the live broadcast, Nancy interviewed several nearby citizens who came to watch the fireworks show.After that, they packed up their things and went back.When he thought of what had just happened, Olive always had a sense of insecurity in her heart, so she shouted to Andrew, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, "Andrew."Andrew responded, "Ah."Olive's mask hasn't been taken off yet, "If you see me on the road. I'm wearing a mask like this, and I'm wearing clothes you've never seen before. "She paused and asked earnestly, "Can you recognize me?""Only wear a mask," Andrew thought for a moment and asked very rigorously, "Not covering anywhere else? Like wearing sunglasses or a hat or something. ""No, just like now."Andrew took it for granted, "Of course, I can!""...""Olive. To tell you the truth, I've never seen anyone prettier than you. "Andrew scratched his head, "When I saw you on my
As if disturbed by the noise, Liam turned his head slightly and opened his eyes.There seemed to be awkwardness converging in the air.Liam was silent and looked at her quietly. His eyes were clear, without the slightest sense of loss of focus when he just woke up.His eyebrows and eyes were extremely beautiful.Coupled with the fact that he was always dismissive of anything, he looked sharp.At this moment, Olive had the feeling that he would make a frenzied mockery of "dream girl" in the next second.Alice took the initiative to say, "Do you know each other?"Henry, "Well, high school classmates."When Olive withdrew her sight and was about to say a word to bring this topic to a complete end, Alice came to the sentence with no emotional intelligence, "What does dream girl mean? Is it that your friend used to chase Olive but didn't get her? "Henry laughed carelessly and said, "That's right.""..."No wond
Be silent for a moment. As the words fell, Olive thought of what happened on New year's Eve-she was bumped into his arms by a passer-by, then apologized to him, and he nodded as a sign of "it doesn't matter". The whole process was no different from the communication between strangers. Even if Olive guessed that he probably recognized her, but she didn't think he would say it so bluntly. After all, from the beginning, all Olive's responses were in line with his various actions. So now, when she still felt that the play could go on, he felt that the situation could not be held back, so he was the first to show the appearance of "pretending not to know was not interesting." It showed that he was very sincere in dealing with others and never did hypocritical things in a roundabout way. Olive was silent for two seconds and didn't want to save face for him, "No, I thought you didn't recognize me." Liam pulled the corner of he