【 General Anh My 】 Great Pursuit At The Next Door

"Cheers to Clark's successful job ---!" Clark

blushed a little, clinking glasses with his new neighbor across from him, and then took a sip of the brandy in his glass. The liquor made his face redder.

Anthony also only took a sip, he propped his arms on the table, and observed Clark's expression from below: "Hey, Clark, something is wrong with you?" "

No, I'm just, a little excited, you know, Planet Daily or something, I really didn't think I could succeed before." "

You're a very good little kite. Ah, I almost got off topic with you, I mean, you're like, tsk, a girl with a spring. Have you met any beautiful women?"

"I'm not, I'm—"

Anthony looked at him with an indescribable smile on his face, and the round-rimmed lenses reflected a little light from the streetlights.

"Well, today I met Louise Lane at the company, well, a good journalist, she has very nice brunette and black eyes, and she smiled at me..."

Anthony: "Tempted?"

"No... Okay, it's a little, but maybe it's just admiration or something, after all, she's very good, she's a headline reporter for the Daily Planet, she's won a lot of awards, and she's been working the Pulitzer lately..."

Clark

was familiar with him: "No! It's just that she's so good! So good that the picture is posted in the hall as a model employee!"

Anthony stopped laughing at him: "Young and promising, beautiful and courageous, such a girl is popular." Clark, if you want to catch her, you'll need a lot of work.

Clark rubbed his hands: "Actually, I... I'm not sure if I'm going to chase her..."

Oh my God, Clark, even if you haven't fallen in love yet, your reaction already shows that you're not your average female colleague to her, and you'll be more tempted in the future. If she sends you a wedding invitation in the future, don't come to me to cry.

"Okay, okay. "

By the way, Clarke, haven't you ever been in love?"

"I.... "

Of course I did, small town boy. And it's a beautiful Chinese girl, named Meihui.

"Why did you break up?"

Anthony's smile faded as he looked down and tapped with the pattern on the rim of his glass, "She's dead, quite unexpectedly innocent."

Clark's smile also disappeared: "I'm sorry.

"It's fine. Anthony sniffed and looked up with bangs. "I want to tell you her story as a way to ease my grief. If you don't want to listen to my garbage sentiments..."

Clark put his hands over Anthony's right hand on the table, "It's okay, I'd love to learn about your past, Anthony." "

I met Meihui when I studied at the University of North Dako. She was Canadian, spoke with a strange accent, and she laughed at herself for being Chinese-style English. She likes sweets but can't make them, so she borrowed a lot of recipes from the library and stuffed them for me to make for her. She is not good at dealing with pots and pans, but she likes to do crafts. See this brooch of yarn?

"Mie likes to break the rules. She told me that we should not follow the rules of those merchants, that there is no need to go on holiday dates and give gifts, but that we should give gifts whenever we want. So, we didn't even have a birthday...

"She loves hiking in the forest. I didn't know much, so I listened to her command. That Sunday was the furthest we had ever walked, and it was late to get back to town, about eleven o'clock. We don't have a car, we take a taxi. I was living at the school and Mie was living in an off-campus apartment, so I asked the driver to take her back first. When I arrived, I said to send her upstairs, and Mie smiled and said that she had arrived at the door, it was safe, and she was very powerful, so there would be no problem. And then, then, I let her go....

"The next morning, I sent Mie a good morning text message before class, but Mie didn't reply," Anthony choked up a little, "I thought Mie was sleeping lazy, after all, she didn't have class on Monday morning." But before the class was over, I got a call from the police... They say that Mie ran into a vendetta scene, and the killer stabbed her to death at the time... They didn't allow me to look at the corpses... I haven't been able to see her one last time—"

Anthony," Clark squeezed his hand, "it's all over."

"I've thought about it many times, why didn't I send her upstairs, it only took a few steps, why didn't I get out of the car and send her up..."

-

Twelve o'clock in the evening, 402

Anthony turned on the faucet, poured cold water on his face, rubbed a few handfuls vigorously, and looked up at the mirror. I don't know why today, but the acting is a little too hard, or is it accidentally invested in the real feelings?

Anthony stood calmly in place, holding the sink in both hands, staring into the mirror and listening carefully. Unfortunately, he didn't hear any more voices.

He shook his head regretfully and picked up the mouthwash cup. If there really is a ghost, he would like to say a few words to Mie.

-

Clark carefully counts all his belongings.

The salary is paid in advance for a month, plus the parents subsidize it, and the essay is earned. After deducting rent, utilities and estimated transportation expenses, and that suit. Now the daily food bill is not much, and this is the result of Anthony's payment last night.

Clark sighed, he had wanted to buy a small cake for Anthony, so he should make it himself.

Tomorrow when he officially took office, Clark went to the company to get acquainted with it, and then left, not even bothering to talk to Louise. There is flour at home, but there are not enough eggs.

Clark bought eggs, cream, chocolate, hazelnuts... Without a car, he had to work hard to carry a big bag home.

Work is a priority. Clark hid in his room, secretly using super speed, scanned the text of the work instructions, and looked at the various work contents of his colleagues...

In the evening, Clark knocked on the door with a simple chocolate cream cake. When he opened the door, he stepped over Anthony's shoulder and saw a small compartment in the apartment.

"Clark, is this for me?"

"Yes. I hope sweets make you feel better.

"If you want to comfort me, you'd better keep Spider Silk in the Abyss ten chapters in a row.

Anthony let Clark into the room, and Clark noticed that his limbs were a little restrained, just because he didn't like people coming into his house. But Anthony brought two glasses of orange juice.

Clark watched Anthony take a big bite of cake and take a bite of it himself, and asked, "What's that compartment?" "That's

my lab." I'm going to be a chemistry teacher, and I have to be proficient in the experiments I'm going to do in class. Clark

couldn't help but open the perspective, very good, there is no such dangerous item as sulfuric acid, only a bottle of dilute sulfuric acid.

Anthony felt a little uncomfortable and looked into Clark's eyes.

Clark: "What's wrong?"

"Your blue eyes are so pretty.

Clark coughed twice and looked away.

-

Spider Silk in the Abyss has been updated. Anthony's computer sent a notification, but now Anthony is looking at the student information, and he is not available for the time being, so he marked the web page and planned to read it later.

But the phone rang. Anthony picked it up and saw that it was Clark who had texted him.

"Dear Anthony: I'm so sorry! I was inspired to listen to your story, and I couldn't help but rub your experience into my novel, I'm sorry! If you don't feel well, I'll delete it immediately!"

But it was obviously more miserable, more indicative of the force majeure of fate.

"It's fine. Anthony replied, "But why did you send it at noon? Could it be that you were fishing in the morning? The little reporter was only two days in office, and he was openly fishing?"

"No, no, I wrote it last night and have been struggling because it was too late and I didn't dare to disturb you, and I sent it out at noon..."

By the way, aren't you supposed to be in the company?"

"Well, it's lunchtime, and I'm done. You... Wait!Sorry, my colleague is calling me, I have to go, goodbye!"

Anthony looked inexplicably at the interface after the phone hung up, put it aside, and continued to look at the student profile. A few minutes later, a news feed popped up on the computer: "Superman stopped a runaway car from rushing into the sea".

Anthony clicked on the news because it was written in a hurry and the copy was very short. The video is complete, from the car crashing through the guardrail and rushing to the beach, to the red cloak flashing by. It would have been impossible to shoot clearly at that speed, but the man known as the god stopped and smiled at the camera after putting the car away.

He looked at the little curly hair in the three primary colors and fell into deep thought.