Fallen Street

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.