The system makes me a good person

Song Jing went out with the bucket of noodles, and saw Fang Mumu, who was carrying the [-]-bar antique car, rushing here panting, taking two steps to rest, walking two steps and trembling, with a porcelain-white face There was a blush on the cheeks, like a ripe peach.

There was fine sweat on his face, his eyes became bright because of the exercise, but his eyes were big and dull, the only difference between Fang Mumu without the "bottom of the bottle" and a blind man was that he could still feel light and blurred color patches...

Song Jing: "..."

Song Jing got on the car, stepped on a few times and came to Fang Mumu's side, looked at him with a dull face, "Have you gone to get the bicycle?"

"Ang, I, I..." This is not stammering, it is not breathing well.Fang Mumu put the car down, and continued to speak after his breathing calmed down, "Anyway, the car is not far away, so I'll carry it over and go home directly from here, it's pretty close."

Fang Mumu's bicycle is an antique older than him. It is [-] years old, which is very rare now. It is probably a heavy-duty bicycle. It used to be the kind of camel truck to pull people. At that time, a family could Owning such a big car is as cool as owning a Maserati now.

It's a pity that time is not forgiving, and antique cars have lost their glory and bravery.The seat was covered with canvas, the rear seat was tied with nylon ropes, there was only a wheel left on the side of the pedals, and the body was full of rust spots.It is estimated that Ma Ge and his gang carried out a series of inhumane rapes on the bicycle when the other party was being violent. The steel wires in the tires were all broken, and they were stunned in the cold autumn night wind.

"Are you going to carry it back like this?"

"That's right." Fang Mumu replied as a matter of course, with a little timidity hidden in his tone, letting his grandma see that his car broke down, so she didn't know how fiercely she was going to scold her.

"..." Song Jing looked at the poor little Fang Mumu and decided to be a good man to the end, and got off the car, "Fang Mumu, ride my car and follow, I will take you to repair the car, that person has good skills, he should be able to get it when he comes tomorrow." arrive."

"Really!?" Fang Mumu's eyes lit up, it would be best if the car could be repaired, "Will it be expensive, I just brought twenty..."

"Only twenty." Song Jing looked at Fang Mumu, and said decisively.

Fang Mumu breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

"..." So dumb.

Song Jing watched Fang Mumu get on his beloved bike, stepped on the pedals crookedly for a while, and then found his balance. Then he picked up the [-] poles and let Fang Mumu follow him. Anyway, when riding a bike, he can hold the handle with one hand. With the other hand, he raised his glasses to look at the road.

Fang Mumu followed Song Jing on a bicycle, and said dully, "Actually, I can push the bicycle."

Song Jing speaks one word, and what he said seems to be discussing, but it is almost an order. People who know his temper will never question his decision again, but Fang Mumu repeatedly "provoked", Song Jing endured it, but his face Also pretty ugly.

Seeing Song Jing's ugly face, Fang Mumu shut up obediently.

Song Jing took Fang Mumu into the alley where the two of them met at the beginning. Fang Mumu had a little shadow here. He was riding a bicycle yesterday, and the group rushed out and forced him into the alley and asked him for money. .He only had 20 yuan hidden in his underwear pocket, which was the private money he had secretly saved for a long time. If he was not willing to give it to him, those people beat him...

Later, fortunately, Song Jing came.

The shadowy alley is not dark and dark, because there is a well-known high school, the High School Affiliated to Linhai University, and the houses next to it are all in the school district. Some students do not live in the school, and their parents rent houses next to them to accompany them.Every high school student places high hopes on his family, so the infrastructure in several nearby communities is complete even if they are outdated, such as this alley, which is also lit all the way.

The street lamps were lit in orange, and all the objects were covered with a layer of fluffy edges, which looked quite warm in the cold autumn night wind.

Walking more than 100 meters, I saw a car repair booth on the side of the road. It was an illegal building built with iron sheets and iron frames. It occupied a little public area of ​​the alley. Now the stall owner has locked the stall at night. stand up.

Song Jing put down the [-] bars, stepped forward and knocked on a big iron door next to the stall, making a "bang bang bang" sound.

Even a deaf person inside would be awakened.

The big iron door opened with a bang, and an old man was wearing a sweater made of thick wool and an old military overcoat. When he opened the door, he was cursing, "Which little bastard came to smash the door at night, I want to unload the door." He cut his arm. Heh, which one should I think it is? It turned out to be Brother Song. What’s the matter? If you don’t go home at night, you have to play two games of chess with the old man.”

"Who will play chess with you, I still want to sleep at night, I don't want to be tortured." Pushing the [-] sticks beside me, "I'll leave this big guy to you, come and get it tomorrow, twenty... ..." Looking sideways at Fang Mumu, "Money."

"Give it." Fang Mumu had already taken out the money, and handed it respectfully to Song Jing as far as he could. He was very grateful to Song Jing, who helped him one after another, and dared not neglect him in the slightest.

The old man who was half standing in the shadow took a step forward. Fang Mumu, who was holding up his glasses, inadvertently saw it, flinched in fright, but didn't cry out.

The old man is about 60 years old, one-eyed, a large raised scar on the blind eye, and a large scar like a sarcoma on his forehead, which was caused by burns when he was young. Because of the scar constitution, the scar will grow after the wound heals. Over time, it has become like this ghost.

Fang Mumu already knew who he was, he was given the nickname Ghost Old Man by his students, he had a bad temper, but he was good at repairing bicycles, students rode a lot, and some small problems were sent to him, but he didn't dare to be alone, often It's to come together to strengthen your courage.

The old ghost looked at Erba Dagang with distaste, "It's all antiques, and it's not worth a lot of money to dismantle it and sell it to junk collectors."

Impatiently, Song Jing pushed the twenty bills under the old man's nose, "Keep it in, come and get it tomorrow."

"This..." The old ghost was about to say something, but Song Jing stopped him with a slap in the face, "Okay, I accept the bet, I'll fix the car for you, and play two games with me when you're free."

"Practice your skills until you get home first. If I play with you, I'm going to age prematurely."

While the two were arguing, the old man pushed the [-] big sticks and put them casually beside the booth, and when he turned around, he saw Fang Mumu's nervous expression, and a hideous face smiling and joking, "No one dares to touch my things. , take it easy, little guy."

"No, I'm not worried." Fang Mumu smiled shyly, cherishing himself with his broom, as the only big things he owns, it's human nature to worry.

"Old arms and legs, go to bed quickly, we have to go home."

The old man smiled and walked home, not forgetting to say to Song Jing: "Boy Song, this is the first time I see you being so kind to someone."

Song Jing smiled "hehe" and didn't answer.

The old man closed the door and went in. Fang Mumu also returned the bicycle to Song Jing with his schoolbag on his back. Song Jing looked at him, "You are going to walk back!"

"Yeah." Fang Mumu nodded, "Thank you Song Jing, you are a good person."

Song Jing who was given a good person card: "..."

[A good man will do it to the end, send him home, there will be a surprise. 】

Song Jing made a smile, turned his back to the light, making the smile look extremely malicious, "Get in the car, I'll take you back."

Fang Mumu shrank his shoulders, he didn't want to, but he didn't dare to disobey, he always felt that if he said he didn't want to, he would be beaten and it would be very painful.

Song Jing Shiba is already a tall man of 182, tall and strong, with slender limbs and strong limbs, but Fang Mumu, who will not turn 18 in a few months, is over 1.7 meters tall, thin and thin, such a physique, Song Jing punched Can play seven ==

Song Jing's car doesn't have a rear seat, only a front bar, but it's not specially designed for people to sit on. The thin Fang Mumu nestled on it, feeling his butt flustered.

Song Jing took a look and commented: "There is too little meat on the butt."

Fang Mumu's cheeks were flushed, and when Song Jing started riding, he carefully touched his buttocks after the bike started to move, as if there was a little flesh.

After riding for one stop, when Song Jing was about to ask him where his home was, Fang Mumu, who seldom took the initiative to speak, said, "It's not Fang Youmu, my name used to be Fang Lin."

The arc of reflection was too long, if Song Jing hadn't had a good memory, he would have forgotten about it.

"Then why is it called Fang Mumu?"

"When registering the household registration, my dad wrote Lin off, and he didn't read it carefully. When I went home, I made a mistake and didn't take it to correct it." In this way, Fang Lin, who was good, became Fang Mumu.

"...Your father is really rough." If Song Jing was renamed Song Liqing, not to mention his mother, his grandparents would tear up his father, "Where do you live?"

"Huimin community."

"??" Where is this?

"It's that garbage area."

"Oh, I see, it's quite close to my house, just on the way."

Speaking of the Huimin community, it is estimated that only people in the old Linhai city know about it, but when it comes to the garbage community, it is famous in the entire Linhai city.More than 20 years ago, Linhai City was a place with bigger buttocks, and that area was a garbage dump where the city piled up garbage. Later, the old city was rebuilt, and the garbage dump was pushed and built into a dormitory for the workers of the cotton textile factory, called Hui Residential area.

Later, the urban area of ​​Linhai City expanded and developed prosperously, but the Huimin community became a psoriasis in the old city, because in more than ten years, problems such as property rights, personnel structure, and compensation for demolition and relocation could not be negotiated. The increasingly dilapidated Huimin Community cannot be demolished.

Old tube buildings, poor infrastructure, mixed residents and other problems have given Huimin Community a nickname as a garbage community. Who made it a garbage dump more than [-] years ago.