Chapter 217

But exactly which day, at what time, Ning Chen did not know.

Moreover, what he cared about was not merely a simple rime frost.

Around nine o'clock at night.

Hao Ze Yan and the other two returned again.

Finding Ning Chen still sitting there, they were also somewhat surprised.

They had thought Ning Chen had already gone back.

"Brother, we are heading back first, see you tomorrow." Hao Ze Yan waved his hand at Ning Chen.

That woman raised her hand to pat Shiba's head, and also waved at Ning Chen.

After the two left, Ning Chen continued to sit there alone.

He sat until past eleven o'clock.

On the scenic platform, besides the uncle in the security booth far away, no one was left long ago.

In the middle of the night, the cold air pressed in tightly.

Ning Chen tightened his coat, feeling his hands and feet ice-cold, and his legs were also a bit numb.

He moved his legs closer to the bonfire.

He did not plan to leave.

If he missed this rime frost, that would not do.

From below the scenic platform, footsteps came.

Listening to the sound, it was somewhat dragging and shuffling.

Turning back to look, a somewhat down-and-out and sloppy middle-aged man, holding a wine bottle in one hand, stumbled up to the scenic platform.

After the middle-aged man came up, he saw Ning Chen and was also somewhat surprised.

However, he said nothing, but stumbled over to the fence beside the scenic platform alone, bent down and leaned on it, continuing to drink wine.

151. (4/6) The Old Man Dancing Alone on a Winter Night

Ning Chen glanced at the old drunkard leaning against the distant fence drinking wine.

Then, he turned his gaze back to the red pine forest in the distance.

In Brother Shiguang's live stream.

After admiring the northern snow scenery all day and drooling over the barbecue grill for half a day after tax.

At this moment, it was estimated that Brother Shiguang would have no explosive points tonight either, and the online number began to decrease.

Some viewers noticed that old drunkard in the distance, but no bullet comments paid attention.

After a while.

That old drunkard, whether he had drunk enough or what.

His body began to sway rhythmically in place, and then, he actually started.

To dance alone on this open-air scenic platform.

This was a dance step that, by current standards, no longer belonged to young people.

It should be the dance steps popular among the generation of the end of the last century, tango? waltz? who knows.

Ning Chen was attracted by the old drunkard's behavior.

He sat by the bonfire, watching that old drunkard dancing alone in this ice and snow, self-indulgent in the silent rhythm dance steps.

The old drunkard closed his eyes slightly, his face full of intoxication.

In his brain, which was now confused due to drunkenness, a melody should be ringing out.

This melody brought him back to that era belonging to them.

In that spiritual world, he stepped in his familiar dance steps, dancing alone on this night like a madman.

Shiba, who had originally lain down and fallen asleep.

At this moment also raised his head to look, staring seriously at the old drunkard dancing alone.

After watching for a while, Shiba lay down again to sleep.

Ning Chen, sitting by the bonfire, kept watching this old drunkard.

He had no reaction, nor any movement, but his gaze never left this old drunkard.

No one knew what Ning Chen was thinking in his heart when he saw this scene at this moment.

He just raised his hand and pulled his collar.

Winter night, very cold.

The old drunkard danced like this for about half an hour.

He returned to the fence again, carrying his wine bottle.

Only a little wine remained in the bottle.

He raised the wine bottle and drank it all in one gulp.

The uncle in the security booth far away stuck his head out—"Still drinking! Drink yourself to death, damn it! Old thing!"

The old drunkard heard it, winked and smiled towards that side.

The uncle in the security booth, seeing him like that, also grinned.

Shaking his head, he pulled his head back in, and the glass window of the security booth was pulled shut.

The old drunkard stumbled down the scenic platform steps.

At this level, he could no longer see the road clearly, nor did he have balance.

At the last few steps, the old drunkard did not step steadily and tumbled down with a fall.

After rolling over a few times, he sat in the snow with a blank face.

He grabbed snow from the ground with bare hands, wiped his face a few times, struggled to his feet, and walked away into the distance.

Ning Chen watched the back of this fellow.

After a while, he turned his head and continued gazing at the red pine forest in the distance.

He added two pieces of charcoal to the bonfire, tossed in a few sticks of firewood, and sat down again.

The fire was blazing, warming his whole body.

Ning Chen drew his gaze back, looking at the bonfire burning fiercely.

Beside him, Xiong Xiong had already started snoring...

"Being a police officer is a lifelong commitment. If you want to marry me, you must think it through."

"I know, it doesn't matter," he said.

"Being a police officer's family isn't easy. You must be clear about it; it's very dangerous. If you marry me, and one day in the future I solve a major case and upset someone's interests, the spearhead of retaliation from those criminals might point at you."

"I know, it doesn't matter," he said.

"You don't care?" She looked at Ning Chen and suddenly smiled. "But I do care."

"This is just a profession," he said.

"This is not just a profession."

"Not a profession? Could it be something innate?" he laughed.

"It is a continuation."

"Continuation? Continuation of what?" He looked at her and suddenly realized she had become serious.

"As long as I am a police officer, I am continuing his path. As long as I continue his path, he will always be alive."

"He? Who?" He looked at her.

"Sigh... you don't understand. Later, when there's a chance, I'll tell you. I will tell you about my parents."

"Future father-in-law? Alright then," he said.

But she said no more.

Ning Chen was awakened by footsteps.

Beside him, the uncle from the security office happened to walk over.

He held a blanket in his hand.

"The fire is about to go out," the uncle said. "If you sleep like this all night, you'll freeze to death."

The uncle tossed the blanket to Ning Chen.