The world is cool

I don't know when it got dark, and when Huahua and I couldn't run anymore, we leaned against a secluded street corner and panted heavily, the street lights turned on without warning.One after another, the road is long, and the light slowly extends to an invisible end, just like a scene in a fantasy movie.

"They... probably won't be able to catch up..." I bent down and put my hands on my knees, and let out a long breath of relief.

Huahua squatted down next to me, and I waited for a long time without any movement. Just as I was wondering, the unique fluorescence of the bricks illuminated my face from bottom to top.

Does it hurt?

I don’t know where the blue screen phone in my side pocket was lost while running wildly, so I have to suspect... Nima, put your phone on your belt!

Letting go of my knees, which had already been covered with heat, I straightened my waist: "Although the tricycle, the stove, and the hundred or so skewers are all confiscated, but..." I patted the buttoned pocket on the back of the big pants, and I felt full of it. Ridge smiled, "The hard-earned money is all there, hehe, it's not too distressing."

Huahua also stood up, sighed inaudibly, and quickly turned the phone over again: I asked about feet.

I half opened my mouth and froze.Afterwards, I felt a burst of burning pain spreading from the top of my foot, and my whole leg seemed to be on fire in just a split second.

Swallowing with difficulty, I slowly lowered my head, only to see that the place that was scalded before had been bloodied by the sandals during the dash.To put it bluntly, I may feel that the injury is pain when it is placed on someone else, but it is not shocking, but when it falls on my own feet, I feel like I have tragic death written all over the streets and alleys, oh Woo!

I guess it was because my expression was a bit bitter, Huahua didn't need me to reply, she just reached out and lifted my injured leg.

Suddenly becoming a golden rooster and independent, I almost lost my balance, so I quickly grabbed his shoulders.The next second, I finally realized what he was going to do: "Don't touch my shoes, I'm telling you the truth, it will hurt to death, fuck your mother—"

Well, my words are completely blocked.

The feeling of stepping on the ground with bare feet is not good, but it is undeniable that without the slippers in the way, the pain has become constant, and there will be no more sudden and heavy worries because of scratches on the shoes, and it seems to be easier to accept.

"Congratulations, I'm going to jump back on one leg now." But hugging my thigh and throwing the shoe, I can't forgive you!

Huahua's expression remained unchanged, she pulled my arm and put it around his neck, almost lifting me up!

"Fuck, you don't have to do this, slow down, slow down, don't drag me away—"

Huahua is angry, it can be seen from his inhumane behavior of dragging me for several streets, well, although I lifted my bare feet and did not suffer any substantial secondary trauma at most. The sole of the sandal is worn thinner.But I don't know what he's mad about, it's kind of depressing.I couldn't find out why, because he didn't have any hands to write for me.

Finally, after more than 20 minutes of hooking up, we stopped a taxi.

The moment I sat in and reported the address, I really relaxed.It was really a terribly embarrassing night, but fortunately, there were no crowds watching when it was embarrassing.

The driver was completely blocked by the guardrail, and Huahua and I sat in the back seat and ignored him.The neon lights flashed across the car window with colorful colors. After a few glances, I felt sleepy. Then I turned my head to look at Huahua again. The brat lowered his head and fiddled with the phone, pulling the sliding lock for a while, and unlocking it for a while, a completely meaningless mechanical movement .

"Hey," I pushed him twice with my elbow, "are you out of breath, do you want me to buy some more balloons for you to blow up?"

Huahua ignored me and continued the endless loop of locking and unlocking the phone.

Some people don't want to talk when they are angry, and some people don't want to type when they are angry. There is a reason.

I showed the patience to coax my son, and said nicely, "If you are angry with those grandsons, there is no need. Who told us to operate without a license? Logically, it should be banned. Although the method is simple and rude, you also put that The guy beat you badly. If you are angry and I pull you away, that is even more unreasonable. Seven or eight strong men, you really plan to single out a group, and the beating is nothing more than a trivial matter. If you catch it back, you will not be punished. It’s no wonder you’re bankrupt, what do you think they rely on to make money.”

The sliding lock was not closed again, the SMS panel was opened, and square characters popped out one by one with the fingertips tapping on the letters: I am not angry with them, I am not angry with you, and I am not angry with you.

I was dizzy: "Then who are you angry with?"

Myself.

I stared at these three words and thought for a long time, and suddenly realized that I patted him on the shoulder boldly: "Ann, I didn't expect you to take care of the charcoal stove and meat skewers while running for your life. If you don't rescue them, you won't be rescued." Come out, what a big deal."

Huahua looked at me quietly for a long, long time.

——If he had learned to use six full stops to represent speechlessness at that time, I think he would send me to fill the screen without hesitation.

We didn't talk to each other for the rest of the time, Huahua seemed to have something on her mind, she kept looking out the window, absorbed in her thoughts.It was because I was too tired, I yawned again and again, and I didn't have the energy to chat anymore.Just as soon as I closed my eyes, what Huahua said suddenly appeared in my mind, and there were not only words, but also voices.This is not the first time this has happened. Sometimes after I have fought with the little lunatic, his tirade can still hover in my head for a long time.It's just that the voice of the little lunatic is real, while Huahua's voice rises from the empty soil of my brain. I can't describe what kind of voice it is. Anyway, in the spiritual world I created, this The sound is gorgeous, very comfortable and fit.

Does it hurt?

I'm not angry with them, I can't make it...

The three words "can't be guilty" gave me a very subtle feeling, as if the person who spoke was not Huahua, at least not the guy who would get into trouble because you picked vegetables for him.What happened in his last year in prison I don't know, because I was too busy outside, so looking back at this year, it seems as short as a day, or even a night.Then, some people grow up overnight.

It's not easy getting used to.

When I was limped in by Hua Hua, the little lunatic was sleeping soundly on the sofa, and Zhou Cheng was surfing the Internet, he was startled when he saw us both in a panic.

"Selling mutton skewers can also be robbed?"

"It's not robbery, it's better than robbery." I sat down on the sofa and woke up the little lunatic.

"What's the situation?" The little lunatic with a dazed look on his face.

Huahua brought me a medicine box at some point, and we bought it after the little lunatic who sold furniture was beaten up—the world is too chaotic, so be prepared.

……

"The disinfectant on the cotton swab is about to dry out, are you going to wipe it or not?"

Because I said that I would tell the whole story after the wound was healed, the audience became impatient.

"Damn it!" You don't want to wipe it off, the problem is thinking about the feeling of stinging the wound with disinfectant water... Uh, or just leave it like this and let it heal itself by the power of nature.

Just as she was struggling with it, a burning pain suddenly came from her feet, she looked down, okay, Huahua rubbed it there with a cotton swab relentlessly.

you cow!

I stopped to start, fantasizing that I was Guan Gong in the bone scraping, and at the same time began to use "accusing urban management atrocities" to divert attention.When the wound is cleaned up, I'm almost finished.

"It seems that the two of you will never be able to go to the school gate again." The little lunatic yawned with regret.

I gave him a white look: "It's the gate of this school."

"I think what he said is right," Zhou Cheng pushed his glasses, and unexpectedly echoed Rong Kai, "There is an urban management at the gate of this school, everything else is the same, it's just a matter of time."

"Then what should I do?" I was not too happy, so I bowed to fate? "I still have 200 yuan worth of meat in the refrigerator!"

"...Don't worry, it won't break in the cold for a while."

"And then? Huahua and I squat at home?"

"Let's get a storefront."

I thought I had an auditory hallucination until I saw Zhou Cheng's serious face.

"How can..."

"Nothing is impossible. No matter how good the business is at the gate of the school, high school students can't drink alcohol and have no other consumption. Instead of this, it's better to have a simpler storefront that doesn't need to be decorated. The location is right and the main business is barbecue. , you can also make some side dishes, and now the weather is not cold, you can have a big food stall at night."

"But in this way, if the city management came to the door again, there would be nowhere to run."

"...Can't you get all the documents in place first?!"

To be honest, Zhou Cheng's idea is very attractive.Whether it's business or part-time job, no one likes to eat and sleep in the open. It's comfortable to have a small storefront.But renting a storefront requires money, and doing various procedures also requires money. Although I don’t know how much I need now, the sum of all the money in the hands of the four of us is just over [-].

A man with money is hard to be a man without money. This shit tortured me all night, and when I fell asleep, my dream was full of colorful banknotes.

Zhou Cheng is a man of action. According to him, if you have money or not, you should go to the market first, at least know how much it costs to rent a shop, and how much we are short, so that you can adjust the plan in time.So in the next few days, the two of us wandered non-stop in various business districts, especially around the pedestrian street, which was the focus of investigation.The little lunatic and Huahua's housekeeper, the former is too lazy to move, the latter is inappropriate - it depends on the location and the intention to bargain the price, neither of them is Huahua's strong point.

After a week, I still couldn't find a suitable one. I was a little irritable, and Zhou Cheng advised me not to eat hot tofu in a hurry.The problem is that I don't want to eat hot tofu. I just want to eat cold noodles under the scorching sun at noon.

Then Zhou Cheng agreed with grace.

Then we met Jin Dafu at a roadside cold noodle shop.

If I knew in advance that I was going to meet Dajinzi, would I still clamor to eat cold noodles?I have no idea.But because Zhou Cheng didn't seem to care that much and looked very calm, so I followed suit and took the initiative to go up to fight the table.

"Why are you here?"

"I work around here. How about you?"

"Oh, let's find the storefront."

The topic unfolded like this. Before the waiter brought the cold noodles, I had already introduced the struggles of the past few months to Da Jinzi in an all-round and three-dimensional way.

The conscience of heaven and earth is not that I want to talk, but that someone talks surprisingly little.

Jin Dafu also found out, so after I finished speaking, I looked at Zhou Cheng and asked, "How about you, how are you doing?"

I shut up knowingly, and took a sneak peek, only to see that Zhou Cheng’s words were less, but he was not at all unnatural. Hearing the other party’s question, I responded generously: “It’s very good, you also know Feng Yiyi, I wish I could Take care of everyone under your nose.”

Alright handsome guy, I think you are praising me.

Jin Dafu persevered: "What do you plan to do in the future? Keep opening restaurants?"

Zhou Cheng was happy, although it was very shallow: "It hasn't started yet, who knows the future."

Jin Dafu fell silent.

The waiter brought up the three bowls of cold noodles twice, and I could clearly see that the soup in the bowl had covered her thumb.

"Come, come, eat quickly." I pretended to greet all parties warmly, and then took the chopsticks to lead the way.

When I took the third bite, I heard Jin Dafu's cautious tone: "I want to talk to you alone."

I buried my head and continued to eat.

"Go out and talk about it." Zhou Cheng's voice was so weak that no emotion could be heard.

I don't know what the two of them talked about afterwards, I only know that Zhou Cheng came back alone, and of the three bowls of cold noodles, in the end, I destroyed two bowls, and one bowl was withdrawn intact.

I endured it all afternoon, and I didn't mention it until I was on the way home at night, and I couldn't hold back anymore and asked.

"I didn't say anything," Zhou Cheng shrugged lightly under the street lamp, "Just a word, live a good life...I encourage him together."