PDLP Chapter 89: The Night the Sacred Flame Was Ignited
Chapter 89: The Night the Sacred Flame Was Ignited
On the television screen.
Peace doves spread their wings above the Bird's Nest, and dazzling fireworks filled the night sky, creating a brilliant sea of light.
Li Ning soared into the air and, with a moonwalk, ran around the scroll on the circular screen above the Bird's Nest.
The scroll beneath his feet slowly unfurled, depicting everything from the invention of gunpowder in ancient times to the launch of the Shenzhou spacecraft.
At this moment, China's five thousand years of civilization is condensed into a running journey.
Finally, he stopped in front of the main cauldron, bringing the torch in his hand close to the fuse.
"Boom!" A fire dragon spiraled upwards, and the blazing holy fire burst into flames on the main torch tower.
Song Qingning put down her beer glass, her lips slightly parted.
But he didn't say anything.
Su Qianqian's gaze remained fixed on the cluster of flames, the firelight flickering in her pupils for a long time.
at the same time.
At the other end of the night market street.
Several young people were weaving through the crowded streets to find a spot.
One of the boys, wearing a black T-shirt and a baseball cap, suddenly stopped.
His gaze swept over the shoulders of several tables of guests and landed on a familiar figure from behind.
The man's eyes lit up, and he immediately took off his baseball cap and fanned himself with it.
Then he put it on again and walked through the crowd.
"Lin Bei?"
Wang Yu's voice carried a hint of surprise and delight.
His voice was still the same unhurried tone he used last time in the back alley of the foot massage parlor.
"It really is you!"
"I thought I was seeing things. What are you doing here?"
Lin Bei turned his head and saw Wang Yu standing in front of the table.
He was wearing a black T-shirt and a baseball cap, still with the same calm and composed demeanor as last time.
Lin Bei put down the skewers in his hand, stood up, and smiled at Wang Yu: "What a coincidence, you're eating here too?"
"I've made plans to have dinner with some friends." Wang Yu smiled and added, "You looked familiar when I passed by earlier, and when I got closer, it really was you."
As Wang Yu spoke, his gaze naturally swept over the two girls next to Lin Bei.
When he saw Song Qingning, his eyes lit up, and he thought to himself, "What a beautiful girl."
As a result, when their gaze turned to Su Qianqian again, they were stunned once more.
Hey!
This girl is prettier!
He pulled Lin Bei aside by half a step and lowered his voice, saying, "Dude, your two friends are both stunning beauties. You've got a good appetite, haven't you?"
Lin Bei said in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense, we're just friends."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Wang Yu nodded, a "I understand" expression on his face.
"We're all friends, after all."
Then, he changed the subject, adding with a smile, "But if you have friends like that, why would you go to that place?"
Wang Yu's voice wasn't loud, but it wasn't deliberately lowered to the point where only the two of them could hear it.
Song Qingning was biting into a skewer of grilled chicken wings when she heard this and stopped chewing.
She turned to look at Wang Yu, her brows slightly furrowed, and asked, "What kind of place is that?"
Uh… Wang Yu’s expression froze for a moment.
He gave an awkward laugh, realizing he had let something slip.
"No...it's nothing."
"It's just a fun place."
Then he took two steps back and said, "You guys continue eating, my friend is still waiting for me over there."
"I'll treat you to dinner next time I have time; this street is so lively tonight."
As he spoke, he backed away.
He took two steps back, turned around, and left, walking even faster than when he had come over.
Song Qingning watched Wang Yu's figure disappear into the crowd, then turned her gaze to Lin Bei.
She was still holding the skewers of grilled chicken wings in mid-air, having forgotten to even eat them.
"Lin Bei, what exactly is that place he mentioned?"
"It's nothing much, just a place to have fun," Lin Bei said calmly, taking a sip of beer from his glass.
joke.
Although he only went to that place to get his feet washed.
But if the two of them knew, they definitely wouldn't just be thinking about washing feet.
Wouldn't his lifelong reputation be ruined then?
Song Qingning narrowed her eyes, but still didn't put down the chicken wing skewer she was holding.
She always felt that things weren't that simple.
Just as Song Qingning was about to ask another question, Lin Bei suddenly turned his head, pointed at the TV screen, and shouted:
"Look, the main torch is lit!"
People around turned to look at the big screen and saw a huge Olympic flame burning above the Bird's Nest, the golden flames coloring the entire screen in a warm hue.
Song Qingning subconsciously turned her head and glanced at the television.
When she turned around again, Lin Bei was already intently staring at the screen.
It was as if the question about "fun places" had never been asked before.
She gave a soft hum, temporarily setting aside the investigation, and decided to watch the opening ceremony first.
the other side.
Wang Yu walked past several tables of customers to the cashier at the entrance of the small shop.
The owner was busy serving beer to a table of guests.
He squeezed through the crowd, patted the boss on the shoulder, and pointed towards the table in the corner.
Wang Yu leaned close to the boss's ear and whispered a few words.
The boss followed his finger, glanced at Lin Bei's table, and nodded.
Wang Yu placed several banknotes on the cashier's counter.
Then he turned and walked away towards a few friends who were waiting at the street corner.
He disappeared into the bustling crowd of the night market without looking back.
……
After the opening ceremony.
The night market's liveliness has not yet ended.
The Bird's Nest Stadium on the television screen was still showing footage of the athletes leaving the stadium.
People on the street have begun to spontaneously sing "Ode to the Motherland".
A young man, his face flushed from drinking, stood in the middle of the street waving the national flag and shouting "Go China!" into the night sky.
The strangers around them raised their glasses in response.
The beer foam overflowed from the rim of the glass and spilled all over the floor, but no one cared.
Song Qingning slammed her chopsticks on the table and sprang up from her chair.
"It's so boring for us to just sit here. We can't go back on such a nice day."
She ran to the next table and borrowed a deck of cards.
Then, he slammed the playing cards on the table and said, "Same rules as always, the loser of this game of Dou Dizhu drinks beer."
"Tonight, I'm going to dominate the battlefield!"
Lin Bei, not to be outdone, rolled up his sleeves and began.
As a result, Song Qingning won three games in a row.
When she first became the landlord, even Lin Bei and Su Qianqian working together couldn't stop her.
When only one card remains, he triumphantly raises his two index fingers and pushes them to the sides.
"Look at this, this is called a total wipeout."
In the second game, Su Qianqian was the landlord, but she was wiped out by Song Qingning's bomb in the middle of the game.
As she frowned and counted the cards, a rare hint of resentment crept into her expression.
In the third round, it was Lin Bei's turn to be the host.
Song Qingning and Su Qianqian teamed up to beat him, suppressing all the cards in his hand from beginning to end, until he couldn't get rid of the last one.
After three rounds.
Lin Bei drank three glasses of beer.
Aside from drinking half a glass of alcohol to soothe her throat before the game started, Song Qingning didn't touch a drop of alcohol.