Zong Hang's mood was clear.

Judging from Long Song's meaning, this Miss Yi has loosened and may be willing to help.

He felt that he was very accurate in judging people, and forgot about "psychological distortion" and "anti-social personality" were also his comments to her, and showed off to Apa: "Look, I'll just say, don't think of people so badly."

Apa is not ready to argue with the careless.

It was getting late, and Long Song reminded Zong Hang that it was time to go back: he was planning to take a photo at the street corner, and took the night market in the old market area as the background to take pictures of Zong Hang driving a hotel tuk-tuk car.

Of course, the photos were sent to Zong Bisheng, and I had already thought about what to say: Zong Hang experienced the life of a hotel tuktu driver and carried guests to visit the night market attractions.

Zong Hang's drinks were left, so Long Song went to the street entrance to select the scenery first, and asked him to come and meet after drinking it.

When I paid the bill, it was the most lively time of the night market. Yi Sa’s bar business was very good. Not only was it full of customers, but the outer side was full of people. I didn’t know what interesting things were talking about, and bursts of laughter burst out from time to time.

Zong Hang was a little disappointed and felt that he was left alone by the excitement. He looked back several times.

The last time, his face suddenly became strange.

He grabbed Apa and lowered his voice: "Look, that person, the one standing next to the massage parlor, isn't the man in the photo you took?"

Apa turned his head to see.

There is a massage shop on the street not far from the Tutu Car Bar. The glass door is wide open and the massage lounge chairs are all placed on the street. Behind one of the massage chairs is a tall man wearing a blue shirt, with collar and cuffs in color.

The figure is very strong, with two untied necklines, and the shirt is still a little tight, revealing the outline of the muscles.

Apa said: "Is that?"

To him, Chinese people are like ghosts, they are all foreigners. He can't tell the difference between foreigners' faces, and intuition to change clothes is to change people.

Zong Hang was very sure: "Absolutely, and look, he kept staring at Yi Sa."

After watching it for a while, Apa really saw some clues: Although the man concealed it well, often bowed his head, turned around, or walked away to see the street scene, there were always a few moments when his eyes stopped on Yi Sa, which was elusive and full of exploration.

Apa felt a little embarrassed: "What does this person want to do?"

Zong Hang mobilized his experience in watching crime dramas and felt that this person was similar to a pervert, a stalker, and a potential sex offender, but not like a good person.

He ordered Apa: "Go and tell Yi Sa, so that she can have a clear idea in her heart. No matter who this person is, she will be more careful."

Apa was unhappy: "Young Master, she has cheated you."

Zong Hang said: "Don't be so stingy, one code will be the same. What if that man is a murderer? How did the Buddha teach you? If she was killed tonight because we didn't remind her, will we betray her heart?"

Almost all people in Cambodia believe in Buddhism, and Buddha works better than anything else, Apa immediately passed by.

Zong Hang retreated into the shadows on the street. For some reason, he didn't want Yi Sa to know his existence. Maybe he felt that it was better to help others. He would just hide his merits and fame.

He watched Apa pass by, poked Yi Sa's shoulder with his hand, bit her ear, Yi Sa handed him a can of Cambodia beer, then turned around and continued to chat and laugh with the guests, without taking a look in either direction.

Whether it was a voyeur or a report, she didn't seem to care about it.

If it weren't for knowing the inside story, Zong Hang would have thought that Apa just went to buy a can of beer.

I wanted to praise Apa as aware of covering up, but when I got to the front, I found that he was holding a beer can, looking dull and unresponsive.

Obviously, if the scene just now was a drama, he was not the dominant one, he just cooperated passively.

Zong Hang led him out: "What did she say?"

"Nothing said anything, nothing is wrong."

Zong Hang didn't believe it: "The face has not changed?"

If a stranger suddenly comes to tell him that someone peeps at him, he will at least be "shocked", "face changes", "hands tremble" and so on, as described in the novel.

Apa only recalled this time: "It hasn't changed, she seems...has already known."

As he said that, he handed over a folded banknote to Zong Hang: "Here, she gave it to me. After I finished speaking, she pressed it under the beer can and gave it to me."

Zong Hang took it and opened it.

The eyes are the handsome and compassionate face of President of the United States of America.

Ten dollars, tendollar.

The monthly income of ordinary people in Cambodia is not high, about a hundred dollars. If this is a gift, it is not considered sincere.

Apa is very honest: "Young Master, your credit is yours, and you should take the money."

***

The next day passed quickly.

Zong Hang went to the infirmary for an examination, received care and inquiries from countless people along the way, and received a call from Tong Hong.

In the WeChat era, family communication basically relies on voice, and only calls are made for important things. Zong Hang answered very uneasy, and Tong Hong's voice was also inflamed: "Hang Hang, I heard your dad say you are riding a tricycle there? Southeast Asia is so hot, isn't this intention to make people heatstroke?"

Zong Hang felt that Ms. Tong should really go out of the Grand View Garden and see the world outside: "It's not a tricycle, a motorcycle! It's the same as driving, it's even simpler!"

Tong Hong breathed a sigh of relief and fussed: "Yeah, they still have motorcycles, they are quite developed."

...

In the evening, Zong Hang was ready to go to the old market again, but he was afraid that visiting for two consecutive days would attract more jokes and speculations from Apa.

He was hesitating, and Apa added fuel to the fire, knocked on his door, and asked, "Young Master, are you still going to see the beauties selling wine today?"

Zong Hang was angry: "Am I very idle? I just want to see her? Don't go!"

Apa was overjoyed: Finally one day I can get off work at the right time.

The supper was spinach and egg noodles. Zong Hang was so idle that he was so angry that he washed the bowls and tableware with soap. He wiped them with tissues so brightly. He put the plates outside the door, arranged neatly, and then lie behind the door, with his eyes close to the cat's eyes, waiting to see the waiter's face of admiration when he received the meal.

The waiter may praise him for his high quality: people are overseas and individuals represent the motherland, which means that the Chinese are of high quality - so he is not bored, he is also bringing glory to the Chinese people on a special front.

Halfway through the ambush, he didn't wait for the meal collector to come, but instead waited for Jing Xiu's call on the terrace next door: "Zong Hang? Are Zong Hang? Are you here? Come out."

The lights were on in the room, and the TV was not turned on, so it was difficult to pretend that no one was or heard. Moreover, based on the strength of the tone of the well sleeve and the angle of the sound source, Zong Hang suspected that she held the railing in her hand and her upper body kept tilting towards this end.

But don't fall downstairs without any lightness or heavyness.

He responded.

After getting on the terrace, Jing Xiu handed over the book: "Here, I'll give it to you."

Gift?

Zong Hang was caught off guard and took it and saw it was the book "The Beauty of Angkor" she mentioned. The cover was colorful, with both a Buddha's head and a pagoda. The content was like a stolen print, but it didn't matter.

He stuttered: "This...why are you so embarrassed? You even bought me a book."

Jing Xiu said: "It's not specialized, it's easy to use. There are tourist shops downstairs. When you go shopping in Angkor, some children carry this book with baskets, and they are specially bought by Chinese people."

It's also a shame to be "easy". In addition, I've been avoiding her intentionally or unintentionally in the past two days...

Zong Hang was ashamed and felt that the two were comparing each other, and it was obvious who was open and unrestrained.

He asked, "Tell me the place, just let me buy it..."

Jing Xiu was not very excited: "It's okay, it's not expensive. I've left in the past two days. I was thinking about getting to know each other, so I bought it when I saw it."

Leaving?

Yes, her every move is up to the guests.

Zong Hang leaned into the room behind her and looked at it. He couldn't see anything, but the room was obviously quiet, the lonely and deserted quiet.

Zong Hang said: "Your...friend, aren't there? Who is he looking for? Are you looking for?"

"I don't know, I asked me to help during the day and rented a motorcycle. I said there was something temporary that the hotel will be continued until tomorrow. If he doesn't come back in the evening, he shouldn't come back and let me check out by myself."

Women are really strange creatures, not crying or making trouble, but all emotions surge in their tone, conveying them appropriately to him, so that even if he doesn't understand them very much, he can still get a glimpse.

Zong Hang was careful: "Are you okay?"

Then he joked: "What are you doing? You're not having feelings for him, don't want to leave him..."

Jing Xiu didn't say anything, his face looked a little ugly.

Zong Hang urgently stopped talking.

It's only been a few days. She has read all the thousands of sails and has rich experiences. She has no real feelings in the business of flesh and blood. She shouldn't do things like being moved. Moreover, before she came into contact with her, she felt that she was quite chic and transparent...

Zong Hang was very embarrassed. He looked down at his feet, then reached out to touch the railing. The railing was made of iron and the paint was a little rusty.

Finally, he raised his head and looked into the distance.

The lights in that place are brighter than around them, and the clouds in the sky are reflected in colors, hazy and light and shadow flow.

Zong Hang was so obsessed with the sight that Jing Xiu said, "That's the old market area."

Thankfully, there was finally a new word, Zong Hang hurriedly grabbed it, for fear of drowning back into the embarrassing situation just now.

"How do you know?"

Jing Xiu smiled and said, "Because it's lively."

***

Strictly speaking, removing the surrounding ruins, the dense forests with vines, and the area of ​​Siem Reap urban area is only a few square kilometers.

The old market area is the most lively "magnetic core" in this small urban area. As long as you are a little far away from this area, everything will return to its true colors, just like this underdeveloped country itself: the lonely streets, low houses, and even the light of the lights are rare.
To be continued...