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Dahengcheng
Author: Zheng
1 is a feast.
Updated 2009-12-120: 01:24 words: 3284
The sky is dead gray, and the crumbling sun hangs obliquely on the street corner, which seems unable to penetrate the depressing atmosphere of this metropolis.
There are fewer and fewer pedestrians in the street. People who are used to living here already know when and what to do. Even if there is a big thing, it is better not to come out at night.
The wind blows, rolling up the messy metropolis newspaper on the ground, like leaves in the autumn wind, slowly falling to a dark corner.
A crossroads around the corner is the most prosperous place in this area.
All the flowers are here.
There are many shops in this place that are open during the day, and some of them only open at night. The small shops that are usually open at night seem to have a particularly good business, and the flowers are all like this.
It's getting dark around, but the word "Hundred Flowers Capital" is getting brighter and brighter, and you can see it from far away. Red fluorescent words seem to have a strange attraction.
It's dead outside, but it's very lively inside. If a pedestrian passes by here, nine times out of ten, he will be tempted to come in and have a look.
Before it was completely dark, many people came here to have fun, and all the flowers were places for the rich to have fun. No matter what age or place, there will always be rich people.
Although snacks are also served here, the most popular here are wine and foreign wine. These gentlemen with pockets full of silver dollars always feel that drinking foreign wine is much more noble than drinking national wine.
However, a gentleman, after drinking a few glasses of wine, will become another kind of person, just like ordinary street hooligans, and some will even become worse than hooligans.
This is the rule of this society, as long as you have a lot ...