Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter with a Beauty Borrowing 10,000 Yuan

  The deep night of early autumn seems to have a chill, the poplar tree shivered involuntarily, perhaps it was really cold, or perhaps it was the coolness that this empty street gave people.

  Yes, who would be wandering around at this late hour? Only people like me with nowhere to go would be walking on the streets to kill time.

  The dim streetlights stretched the shadows of the silver ginkgo trees by the roadside, and occasionally a speeding car would temporarily illuminate the dark shadows.

  Yang Mu took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, casually throwing away the empty cigarette box. However, the box did not fall into the nearby trash can as he had thought, but instead slid along the ground with the gentle breeze, making a "clattering" sound.

  Had to pick up the cigarette box and throw it into the trash can again, but things have been going badly lately, and now the cigarette box has even been blown onto the side of the road by a gentle breeze.

  A man of about 1.8 meters, with a messy beard and a face full of heavy thoughts, this decadent appearance is like a dry leaf drifting in the wind, it seems that having nothing can only compete with this cigarette box.

  Just as I was about to bend down and pick up the cigarette box, a car whizzed by and crushed it. The flattened cigarette box lay there silently, just like myself struggling to survive in this city.

  Watching the red BMW X7 disappear into the distance, Yang Mu took a deep drag on his cigarette. If it were in the past, Yang Mu might have let out a wry smile and pretended as if nothing had happened, but now he had nothing left, not even cheap cigarettes, this one being his last.

  This society is like this, people with money are always so arrogant, even the way they drive is so domineering, it has already pierced the deep wound in Yang Mu's heart.

  Flagged down a taxi and chased after that crazy car, just to see what kind of face the people in that car had, but there was still some distance between the BMW and the taxi.

  Just as Yang Mu was thinking of giving up the chase, the red BMW suddenly stopped by the side of the road. He handed the last 20 yuan to the driver and said with a flourish, "No need for change."

  Before I even got close to the BMW, a head popped out of the driver's window and started vomiting violently, with the pungent smell of alcohol quickly wafting over.

  Yang Mu slowly approached her and handed her a tissue, which she took after looking up at him with her face hidden behind her hair.

  At this moment, Yang Mu was stunned by her beauty, not to mention that she was a national beauty, but absolutely a kind of beauty that could bring disaster to the country.

  Due to work, Yang Mu had seen all sorts of beautiful women, but the one in front of him was truly a rare treasure. Her face was exquisitely delicate and flawless, with large eyes that complemented her facial features perfectly, and a high nose bridge that added an exotic flair.

  She struggled to utter the two words "thank you" before collapsing against the car window, and Yang Mu still took a tissue to wipe around her mouth out of human nature.

  She shook her hard, but apart from seeing her long hair swinging back and forth in rhythm, there was no other reaction.

  Yang Mu thought of closing the car door and leaving, after all, she had nothing to do with herself, but a figure flashed in her mind.

  She is as beautiful as the drunken girl in front of her. Will she become like this after getting drunk? Does she have a good ending?

  The loving and tolerant nature of Yang Mu made him unable to bear ignoring the girl in front of him, but he himself was penniless and had nowhere to go.

  He looked around the car and saw a handbag on the front passenger seat. Without the habit of rummaging through other people's belongings, he just wanted to see if there was any money inside so that he could find a hotel for the girl to stay in.

  After finding the money, Yang Mu immediately carried the girl to the back of the car, and as he held her in his arms, a long-forgotten feeling suddenly swept through his entire body. A long time ago, he often walked on the street with a girl in his arms, enjoying the envious glances of others, and she would occasionally kiss him as a reward.

  Thinking of these, the corners of his eyes became moist again, controlling himself not to think of her, but there were shadows of her everywhere in life, and he could only endure the torture of missing her.

  With difficulty, he brought the drunken girl to the room, boiled water with an electric kettle and put it beside the bed. Yang Mu was about to leave, but where could he go?

  In a city of five or six hundred million people, there is no place for him now, otherwise he would not be wandering around the streets so late and would not have met this drunk girl.

  Yang Mu's heart skipped a beat as he gazed at the girl lying quietly with her handbag beside her. He tiptoed to the bedside, just about to grab the purse when he felt himself being caught by a hand.

  Never thought that the first time doing such a thing would get caught, heart started racing. Timidly looked at the drunken girl, she was looking at herself with a pair of pure eyes.

  "Did you steal my money?"

  The girl said with a drunken smile, "How can Yang Mu admit it? Although in fact his own behavior was no different from theft. So he smiled and replied:

  "No, I just want to borrow some use, just a little bit."

  "It's okay, I have money."

  The sound gradually disappeared, and when I looked over at the girl again, she had already closed her eyes and fallen asleep. Only then did I let out a sigh of relief.

  However, the fact that they were short of money was still in front of them. Plucking up the courage to open the handbag and see how much money there was, Yang Mu had just taken a few hundred yuan notes earlier to pay for the room. Now, taking a closer look, there was at least tens of thousands of yuan in cash.

  He quickly counted out 100 bills and left a note telling her he would pay her back, hoping she wouldn't report it, and even left his name and ID number to show his sincerity.

  Yang Mu knew he would definitely return the money to her, no matter if they would meet again or not. This was his integrity. Although he had nothing now, his future self would definitely be able to make a comeback.

  Having money suddenly made me feel a lot better. Although it's already late at night, some places are just starting to come alive, like bars.

  Arrived at He Jiajia's usual bar, guessing she was playing here now, and had formed an intimate partnership with He Jiajia over the years.

  From the beginning, whoever was in a bad mood would invite each other here, and now it has evolved into coming here every night if there's nothing to do.

  Open a new bottle of red wine, take a sip and step into the bar with big strides. As soon as he entered the bar, Yang Mu felt himself come alive again, swaying to the rhythm inside.

  Jia Jia was playing games with some people there, or a group of men. Yang Mu didn't think and went up to pull Jia Jia over.

  This angered the few men, who glared at Yang Mu. Yang Mu also looked back at them with a swaggering attitude, and it seemed like a fight was about to break out. At this moment, Jia Jia stepped forward and leaned against Yang Mu, saying:

  "Hey guys, don't worry about it, I've got a man."

  At this time, Yang Mu was holding a beer bottle in his hand and thinking about which one to open first. However, those people saw Jiajia say that and left with a huff. After the men left, Yang Mu pushed Jiajia out and said seriously:

  "How many times have I told you not to fool around alone in a bar?"

  Jiajia smiled and then flaunted her devilish figure in front of Yangmu, saying:

  "What's there to worry about? You're not even interested in me, how can others be?"

  Yang Mu glanced sideways at Jia Jia's long legs in black stockings and a pleated skirt, quickly withdrawing his gaze, for Jia Jia's figure was enough to evoke the most primitive desires in anyone.

  "I'm worried you've hurt our many male compatriots."

  "Really? I said it's Yangmu, I'm not much worse than Danyan sister, don't you think it's a loss to always mock me like this?"

  As soon as he heard the name Danyah, Yangmu froze there. For a long time, people who knew him well would not mention her to him, including Jiajia, his closest friend.

  Seeing the expression on Yangmu's face, Jiajia realized that she had misspoken, but didn't know how to explain herself, because she knew that in Yangmu's heart, the two words "淡雅" would forever be an insurmountable barrier.

  Yang Mu remained silent for a long time, making Jiajia anxious. She pulled at Yang Mu's sleeve. Yang Mu ignored her and called the waiter to order a dozen beers instead.

  It's actually unfair to Jiajia, Yangmu has thought about it sometimes, she always thinks of herself, why can't she be good to her even a little bit? She has always thought that one day when she is lucky, she will thank Jiajia well for being a good brother, as for emotional compensation, Yangmu dare not think about it.

  "Yang Mu, must you be like this? It's just a woman's name, after all. You're all in the past tense now, yet you won't let others mention it. For years, we've been carefully avoiding mentioning her to you, hoping you could forget her. But not only have you not forgotten, but as soon as someone mentions her, you drown your sorrows in wine."

  Jia Jia blurted out these words like a volcanic eruption, just as she had said earlier that she was not much worse than Dan Ya, but Yang Mu still looked down on her, always treating her as a "brother", and she had to put on a strong face and accompany him, laughing and crying together.

  Loving him to this extent is also a kind of love without self-respect, and finally found an opportunity to explode tonight.

  Yang Mu seemed to have not heard Jiajia's words, and after the waiter brought the beer over, he started pouring himself a glass. Now his mind was filled with thoughts of "Danyaa", that beautiful woman.