The Death Knell

"I kept blowing bubbles."

"Floating beautifully in the sky."

"Floating so high."

"Until the sky."

The intense songs echoed in the colorful lights of the bar, and little Tony with shawl hair shook his head to the sound of the music.

He won't get drunk from one drink after another, whether it's vodka or a martini, he won't refuse any.

There was no reason to refuse, he was just here to get drunk.

Before anyone knew it, he had arrived in Cambridgeshire, England, through some secret channels and was hanging out in bars in the university town.

As for how he sneaked to England without anyone noticing, believe this world, you can do a lot of things with money.

The bar suddenly became noisy for some unknown reason, bringing Tony back to reality from his thoughts.

"Why are you so high all of a sudden? Has any new medicine arrived?"

He put the glass on the bar and pushed the stranger next to him. The young boy was trying to pour a bucket of beer down his throat.

But fortunately, he couldn't lift a hundred kilograms, so he looked like a drunk man holding a wine barrel and having sex.

He and Tony didn't know each other, but in a place like the college bar, everyone was a brother.

With alcohol and drugs, who the hell cares who?

Tony has money and medicine, he has everything, he feels that he has integrated into this dark world, he is the king of the underground!

"Hiccup, there was a football match just now. They were celebrating victory or defeat."

The drunken young man hugged a passing girl and groped her under her skirt from behind. The girl did not refuse, but instead sat astride the boy's lap with a smile.

"Is this happening again?"

Tony was a little speechless. His brain was not affected much by alcohol and leaves. He was also a genius when it came to drinking.

Not that he would never get drunk after a thousand drinks, but he felt that it would not be a problem for him to drink Captain America.

A sixteen-year-old boy has incomparable courage and drive. According to him, if he doesn’t have the courage to have a drinking contest with Captain America, then how can he still live?

The drunken stranger beside him was already chewing on the girl, tearing each other's clothes under the dim light in front of the bar, but for the sake of the medicine Tony provided, he was still distracted and answered.

"This is England, football is everything. I don't know why, but everyone is so happy. Learn to adapt, Yankees."

Tony rolled his eyes and pulled the girl's panties off his shoulders and threw them to the floor.

"I just want to find a girl now and then go back to my room. I hope the next batch of girls will have more substance."

After so many years of playing games, rolling around in powder and exercising since he was ten years old, Tony has now seen through the true meaning of women.

Good looks are the same, but interesting souls are unique. His standards are much higher now.

He was no longer interested in Hollywood starlets and young models. He would only sleep for one night and leave early the next morning.

Tired of it, British ladies are more fresh. The more serious they look at ordinary times, the more slutty they become at night. That British accent is just like an Italian accent, it's like an aphrodisiac.

However, he believed that physical and emotional aspects were calculated separately.

What he wants now is a love. He heard that that thing is more high and addictive than drugs.

He wants to try, a true love.

The boy who was still holding the girl and chewing on it also smiled and echoed: "Well, I hope that when you see them, you can burn the news to me in front of my grave like the Orientals do."

It has to be said that although he was drunk and his eyes were blurred and he was in a dissolute state, the Cambridge student still had a cultural heritage after all. He told a British joke that was mixed with Chinese culture.

But Tony's eyes had already moved away, and in the dim light, he saw a girl.

Seemingly out of place with the hustle and bustle around her, she sat alone under the light with a drink, surrounded by people who looked like bodyguards, surrounding her.

The men's black suits looked like they had guns inside, because they were bulging near their waistbands.

Tony looked at her, and she looked at him for some reason, and Tony saw something in her eyes.

This girl understands him, she is in exactly the same situation as him.

The kind of loneliness that comes at the end of the song, and the loneliness after the glitz fades away.

"Farke, she's here."

"Who?" asked the drunken boy.

"I don't know." Tony stood up and wiped his shawl hair and mustache: "But I will know soon."

He used a little trick to put a bottle of wine in the hand of a drunk on the dance floor, and then pushed the person towards the bouncers without leaving a trace.

"Hey! Get out of here, do you fucking know how much this suit of mine costs?!"

Sure enough, drinks were spilled on the bodyguards, and drunks are fearless.

what money? arms? Social status? There was no deterrent to this alcoholic creature, so the drunkard immediately slapped the bottle on the bodyguard's head.

"No one... dares to scold my mother!"

Drunk people show strong fighting power, and the most indispensable thing in bars is drunken brawls.

People don't need to know why the fight started, but in short, they have tolerated the people around them for a long time.

As you drink more, the clothes of the people around you become less pleasing to your eyes. It could also be that the tone of his voice or the tone of his screams is not what you want.

The female companion next to me is still watching, so how can I prove my masculinity?

The customs of the United States and the United Kingdom are the same. The Anglo-Saxons are originally of pirate blood. The British tavern culture and the French salon culture are very different.

A small dispute under the lights of the bar can easily spread to every corner like a raging fire.

People struggled together, tearing off the gentleman's coat like savages, and the winner might go to the hospital, or he might get the right to mate tonight, who knows.

But Tony had already taken advantage of the chaos to sneak up to the girl. She was wearing a beautiful black suspender dress, and her exquisite short black hair was tucked behind her ears.

Whether it's the smell of Wilson No. 7 perfume or the new diamond necklace from Wilson Jewelry around her neck this year, they are all quite charming.

Things are naturally good things, and Tony has spent a lot of money on various products from Wilson Enterprises since he was a child. Sometimes he even thinks that if Wilson Enterprises sells fans, he himself will definitely be a loyal customer.

But good things also need good people to complement them. Tony had seen these two perfect products paired with a fat Chechen woman, but he never thought they would match a young and beautiful girl so well.

She was simply a goddess. In such a chaotic atmosphere, even though everyone around her was in a ball, she was still taking a sip of orange juice.

"Hi."

Tony bypassed the bodyguards who were busy fighting with others and got close to the girl's ear.

"Hi."

The girl raised her head with a smile, her green eyes looking deeply into his.

Those eyes, which were like a spring of clear water, made Tony feel a little dazed.

She looked at him as if she were looking at a boy. Rather than looking at the wallet like those girls in the past, those eyes seemed to be looking at a fool.

Tony thought he was lucky, he found the right person in the wrong place.

What is love at first sight? Sometimes it is not just the result of hormones, but some people are really destined.

"My name is Tony."

He sat next to the girl, flipped his hair and said, showing a slightly greasy smile.

This is his smile to attract girls. In the past, he only had to smile like this, then take out his wallet and show his credit card, and he would get the girl.

But he saw that the girl was also worth a lot, so he didn't need to take out his wallet.

If you love someone, you have to sleep with them. In Tony's understanding, although sleeping is not a sufficient condition for love, it is a necessary condition. He felt that he was trapped in a whirlpool of love, so of course it was better to fall asleep as soon as possible.

This is the American spirit. Go to bed first and see if you are compatible before getting along. If you can't get along physically, what's the point of having a relationship?

The girl may not have noticed his hot gaze, or it may be for other purposes. She moved her gaze away and continued to stare at her orange juice.

The orange drink looked as red as blood under the lights of the bar.

"So? What do you want to say?"

"Should we go out for a cup of coffee or something?" Tony leaned closer and smelled her ear.

The girl did not hide away. She looked at him with a half-smile: "Now? But the carnival has just begun."

"Yes, before we were killed by the tavern mob." Tony smiled and grabbed her hand: "Why don't we try an orgy for the two of us?"

However, before the girl could answer, a drunk man was suddenly knocked onto the table in front of them. After getting up, he punched Tony first without distinguishing between east and west.

That's the thing about bar fights, it doesn't matter who fights whom, what matters is who's standing at the end.

After all, Tony was just a tech nerd with almost no fighting ability, so he fell directly on the sofa.

The girl picked up the soda bottle on the table and hit the drunk man on the head, knocking him down.

She pulled up Tony who fell down: "Come with me quickly!"

Tony didn't know where she was going to take him, but looking at her heartfelt smile, he felt that even if she was going to take him to hell, he would go there.

The two squeezed out of the chaotic crowd and came to the streets of Cambridgeshire in the dead of night. She was smiling and jumping up and down like a little girl.

The night wind blew through their hair, while the girl's bodyguards were chasing after her. The thrill of escape made Tony's heart beat faster.

It was a new version of the ship that he had never played before.

Running through the streets and alleys in the dark, with only rats and cockroaches and steaming wastewater for company.

So exciting.

Finally, after running for who knows how long, when both of them were out of breath, they found that they seemed to have escaped from the bodyguard.

The two of them hid under a bridge pier, not far away from the dark river. Listening to the bodyguards running across the bridge, the boy and girl looked at each other and smiled.

Maybe they are happy at this moment, briefly freed from the shackles of their families, which always makes people want to sing loudly, like a bird escaping from a cage.

But they can't sing, silence is the parting shengxiao, the summer insects are silent for them, silence is tonight's Cambridge...