Chapter 276 273. Accident
Because most of the people on this trip are elders.

The hobby of the elders when they go out to play is to go to more places and take more photos. They feel they are missing out if there are fewer attractions.

So this trip was arranged like a special forces trip.

After broadening my horizons in Macau, I flew to Alanya in the evening, slept for a night, and then started my journey.

On the first day, I went to the Grand Palace, the Erawan Shrine, Wat Arun, Genting Highlands and the Locomotive Market. At night, I took a boat cruise on the Mekong River and watched a Nasha show.

The next day we went to Pattaya, went to the beach, the floating market, and rode elephants.

On the third day we went out to the island.

The old lady and her friends really enjoyed themselves. They all changed into floral dresses, wore big sunglasses, waved their scarves, and took Luo Yihang and the other kids with them to take pictures on the beach.

Single, double, group, posed.

I can never take enough photos.

It fully reflects the inland residents' love for the sea.

At the end of the day, the sunscreens recommended by Ding Rui and Zhang Xiaoru were all useless, and the old ladies all became several shades darker.

The fourth day, which was also the last day in Yalantai, was still the same.

Luo Yihang and his younger brothers were almost exhausted.

The elders were still in high spirits and nothing happened.

He also taught the younger ones a lesson, "We have cars to pick you up and drop you off. We have arranged everything for you. When you get there, you can have fun. The food and accommodation are good. You don't have to worry about anything. There is nothing to be tired about. We are not tired at all."

Okay, you are not tired, but we can’t bear it anymore.

After another busy day, we returned to the hotel. The elders were still full of energy and said that it was the last day and why not go for a night swim in the hotel swimming pool.

Just like what they show on TV, swim a lap in the water, lie down on a lounge chair and order a cocktail.

Very beautiful. Very beautiful!
Qiangwa and the two little Luos are no longer able to bear it, and the Thai massages they had in the afternoon were of no use.

As soon as I entered the room, I lay down on the bed and didn't move.

Luo Yihang was not tired at all, he had plenty of physical strength.

But I don’t plan to go night swimming with my elders.

Ignoring the tour guide's repeated warnings, I left the hotel alone...
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Luo Yihang's English is pretty good, he has at least passed CET-4, and he can communicate abroad by ignoring grammar and speaking clearly.

Anyway, the locals in Yalantai don’t care much about grammar.

I took a taxi and went to Khao San Road.

As soon as he got off the car, Luo Yihang frowned.

How did Khao San Road become like this?

When I came here a few years ago, although it looked shabby and messy, it was full of vitality. Backpackers from all over the world gathered here, and no matter whether they knew each other or not, they all had smiles on their faces.

But now.

Khaosan Road has become more upscale and prosperous, with more than double the number of neon lights flashing in various colors, which are psychedelic and dazzling, but cannot cover up the darkness behind.

The streets were bustling with people from all over the world, of all skin colors, wearing more ornate clothes and less fabric than before.

But the smiles on everyone's faces disappeared, replaced by a flush of restlessness and sickness.

The street vendors are still there, but they have changed from the uncles and aunts to local young people dressed strangely, their hawking voices are sharp and shrill, and the things they sell have also changed from snacks and accessories to tobacco.

There was a pungent smell in the air, like a mixture of garbage and sewage, and there was also unknown smoke floating from some dark corners...

There is only one thing that is better than before: there are more local people, and the number of young people with Southeast Asian faces is almost equal to the number of tourists.

Correspondingly, East Asian faces have become pitifully rare.

No wonder the tour guide repeatedly reminded us not to wander outside the tourist spots. It turns out that Yalantai has become like this.

Luo Yihang frowned and walked into the alley.

The street looks even more messy, with many more green sheds on the roadside. This is the culprit.

After avoiding the drunkard who was making a scene in the middle of the road, Luo Yihang turned around, crossed a side street, and came to a parallel road.

There are bars lined up on both sides of the road.

Luo Yihang walked to the third house on the corner and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was still there.

I took a photo at the door and sent it to Ding Rui.

Luo Yihang pushed the door open and went in.

I ordered a beer at the bar, looked around the slightly shabby interior, smiled, and fell into memories...
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in those days.

It was during the summer vacation of my freshman year.

After Ding Rui finished the college entrance examination, her family left Tianhan and moved back to the capital.

So during the holidays, Luo Yihang went back to Tianhan and Ding Rui went back to the capital. It was the first time for the couple to be apart for such a long time.

It's torture to only rely on text messages to express love every day.

The closer it gets to school starting, the more I miss you.

Finally, with half a month left before the end of summer vacation, I couldn't bear it anymore.

It just so happened that Ding Rui still had the scholarship she had won before, so the two children whispered to each other, secretly applied for passports, and found excuses to tell their families that they wanted to return to school early.

I secretly went to Yalantai for a free trip.

Staying in a youth hostel and taking the bus is a particularly happy experience.

Before going back, the two children ran into the bar with fear and curiosity to broaden their horizons.

This is where I came from.

In a flash, seven or eight years have passed.

Ugh.

Things are wrong.

Aftertaste it for a while.

Luo Yihang drank the beer, walked inside, and went back to the toilet if he wanted to.

but.

When he came out of the toilet.

I saw seven or eight people wearing big clothes, baggy pants and hip-hop outfits rushing in from outside, pulling out steel pipes and machetes from their clothes, smashing things in the bar and shouting in the local language.

The guests in the bar were frightened and screamed, running out frantically.

Luo Yihang also wanted to run out.

Before he had run a few steps, a few more people from the bar rushed over with weapons in hand, yelling and fighting with the outsiders.

Block the entire exit.

Luo Yihang could only slowly retreat and look for a back door.

There was a back door, but there were two guys holding sticks. Judging from their attire, they were in the same group as the group that rushed in from the front.

Luo Yihang took a quick glance and quickly retreated, sticking to the wall and going around to the back of the stairs.

I found a small door at the back.

Quickly push the door open and get in.

When I went in, I saw that there were already five or six people hiding there.

There are men and women, big and small.

He was frightened when he saw Luo Yihang coming in.

Luo Yihang immediately raised his hands to show them that he had no weapons in his hands, and whispered, "Tourists."

Those people were obviously relieved and squeezed in to make room for Luo Yihang.

This should be a storage room. There are a lot of broken tables and chairs piled up at the innermost part, and the space is very small.

Several more people squeezed in, making the place completely packed.

Luo Yihang turned around and opened the door a crack, then put his ear close to listen. With his hearing ability, he could vaguely hear the fighting going on outside, but there was no other sound at all.

Everyone who didn't run away from the bar should be here.

Close the door quietly and put the bolt on.

Luo Yihang walked into the crowd.

A middle-aged white man with a Mediterranean hairstyle gave me an inquiring look.

Luo Yihang shook his head at him and whispered, "The fight is still going on. It's not over yet."

Mediterranean nodded, pointed at himself, and whispered in English, "Alfonso, tourist." Then he pointed at the woman next to him, "My wife."

After saying this, he turned around, hugged his wife and whispered words of comfort, but he used a language he couldn't understand.

In the small room, not only Alfonso's wife was sobbing, but there were also two women, one big and one small, who looked like locals, hugging each other and crying silently.

The others were trembling, too.

Fortunately, no one was frightened to the point of breaking down and screaming.

The whole room was silent, with only the sound of heavy breathing...

(End of this chapter)