Shanghai morning

The day when the salary is paid is the happiest time for Wang Yao. With the hard-earned money in his pocket, he even walks much more briskly.He has been hiding from the landlord for several days, and this time he can finally pay part of the rent he owes—not all of it, he has to live with it, and it is estimated that he will be able to pay off all the owed money when he is paid next month.

Thinking of the future where the dark clouds are cleared to see the bright future, Wang Yao smirked unconsciously, and he didn't care whether the passers-by on the street would think him crazy. weird.

The familiar beautiful melody came, Wang Yao stopped to listen, this time he stood carefully outside the restricted area, not going too far.Foreigners pay attention to the inviolability of private property, even if they are also foreigners, they cannot infringe on other people's private houses at will, let alone a Chinese who cannot even set foot in foreign farms.He had been chased away last time, and Wang Yao didn't want to make fun of himself any more.

Who is it that can play such a tune?Wang Yao is a person who doesn't understand music but loves music. When he was in Beijing, he loved listening to the girls in the mansion playing konghou most.And now the musicians in the bungalow are interpreting the music so smoothly and like a dream. Those who can play such beautiful music must not be ordinary people, but must have the purest soul.What kind of girl would that be?Wang Yao didn't know when he fell in love with the "girl" he imagined in his head. He knew that she couldn't be Chinese, and he didn't like foreigners, but he couldn't help but be attracted to this musician.

Just when Wang Yao was fascinated, a person bumped into him hard and rushed away.Wang Yao was stunned. He touched his pocket again and found it was empty. Immediately, there was a "boom" in his head, and his ears kept buzzing. He shouted, "Thief! Catch the thief!" While shouting, he chased after the figure in the direction where he was fleeing. , but within a few steps, he was suddenly grabbed by a strong and powerful hand, and then he was thrown to the ground by a strong force. Because his hands were twisted behind his back, his knees, shoulders, and cheeks were hit hard by the rocks. On the brick pavement, the pain was like burning.

He was dizzy from bumping his head, and suddenly heard a deep and angry male voice shouting: "You are indeed a thief, don't try to run away this time!"

Wang Yao shook his head, trying his best to drive away the bursts of blackness in front of his eyes, but suddenly his hair was grabbed and twisted back. The pain in his scalp forced him to turn his face backwards, and his neck turned at an extremely uncomfortable angle .He saw clearly the person who grabbed him from behind, he was no stranger to this person, last time when he was standing here listening to music, he was chased away by this gray-blue-eyed blond foreigner in front of him.Something warm flowed down from his forehead and into his eyes, and he wanted to wipe it off with his hands, but his imprisoned hands could not be lifted up, and he could only close one eye.

"I don't have it, my money!" Wang Yao's dazed mind only thought about the stolen money.

"Don't you admit it? Go to the patrol room and tell me!" The foreigner said he was going to lift him up, his bruised knee rubbed against the hard road, his bones seemed to be broken, Wang Yao desperately gritted his teeth to swallow the pain go back.

"Hey, stop!" A voice full of confidence stopped drinking.

With his open eyes, Wang Yao saw a pair of old, big-sized boots walking in front of him. He struggled to gain some space under the control of the hand above his head, raised his head slightly, and looked up. The owner is a young foreigner wearing a jacket, with the same blond hair and blue eyes, but the blond hair is disheveled, not as meticulously combed as the one who restrained him, and the blue eyes are also different. The eyes of this later foreigner are The color is as bright as the sky, shining with hope, through the glasses on the bridge of the nose, staring at the two wrestling people in front of him, his eyes are like a confident lion.

"Even if the other party is Chinese, it is wrong to use violence like this!" the young man said condescendingly.

Wang Yao was lifted to stand up, his scalp hurt as if it was about to be peeled off, he could hold back the pain, but he couldn't help the painful expression.The person behind said sternly: "He's a thief, I've seen him twice!"

"I'm not!" Wang Yao denied angrily.

"Oh? One of you must be lying, but hero, my eyes are sharper than eagles." The young man adjusted his glasses and grinned, "Tell me what happened."

The two talked about the incident separately, and the young man who claimed to be a hero crossed his hands and said with a smile: "This matter is very simple, just check if there is any stolen goods on this Chinese person?" approach.

"What are you doing?" Wang Yao exclaimed, trying to struggle, but the people behind him didn't let go of his hands for a moment.

The young man ignored Wang Yao's yelling, and rummaged through Wang Yao's clothes from the inside to the outside. He only found a little change, but nothing valuable.The young man shrugged his shoulders: "It seems that he didn't lie, except that he is very thin, I don't see anything abnormal about him."

The person behind finally let go, and Wang Yao punched back. The foreigner behind him was beaten and took two steps back, covering his nose. He stared at Wang Yao in surprise. He didn't expect this thin-looking Chinese to be so fast. to fight back.While the two foreigners were stunned, Wang Yao pushed another elbow to the young man with glasses. Although the latter was prepared, he still took a bite because he was too close.

"Yellow-haired bastard! Pay me back!" Wang Yao yelled almost hoarsely, "My salary! This month, it's my living! Now that it's stolen by thieves, what will my sister eat? You foreigners Fucking bastards! You robbed our place, killed our people, and in the end called us thieves? Aren’t the Chinese people human? Why do you beat and scold us as you say, and search them casually? I just killed it You pay for your life!" He said and jumped at the foreigner who was still holding his nose, but just as he moved, he was hugged from behind with his arms.

"Hey, calm down, you won't get our money back if you kill us," said the young man with glasses who hugged him, "And I seem to have heard you say that you have a younger sister, what will she eat after you die?" The young man Close to Wang Yao's ear, imitating what Wang Yao said just now.

Wang Yao's anger cooled down.Without the impulse just now, he realized that it is best to leave now, it is not a good thing to mess with foreigners.Needless to say, if he really killed a foreigner and got a death sentence and left Wanwan unattended, even if he really did it, he would definitely not be a match for these two foreigners. It is not a big deal for a Chinese to be killed by a foreigner. Lose some money at most, and it will be fine. Not only will Wanwan suffer, but he will also die worthlessly.He knew that he had no choice at all, so he could only say in a cold voice as much as possible: "Let go!"

Confirming that Wang Yao won't be furious again, the young foreigner let go of his arms: "I don't think you'll make trouble anymore, do you?"

Wang Yao turned his head and stared at him with one eye, the blood on his forehead was still flowing, and half of his face was bright red.

The young foreigner pointed at him and said, "Your face..."

Before the foreigner could finish speaking, Wang Yao limped away.

When he was about to get home, Wang Yao wiped away the blood on his face indiscriminately, but the new blood flowed down again quickly. He took out an old handkerchief to cover the wound, and hurried into the alley.Suddenly Xiao Yue ran out in a panic and stopped him: "Brother Wang, don't go back——Hey, what's wrong with your head?"

"Don't worry about it, what's going on inside?" Wang Yao had a premonition.

Xiao Yue anxiously pushed Wang Yao away: "The landlord has come to collect money again, and he is having trouble with Wanwan right now! Don't go in!"

Wang Yao walked in hastily: "That's not okay, how can I let Wanwan hold it?"

Xiao Yue pushed Wang Yao hard: "Oh, she is a little girl, what can the landlady do? It's just a scolding and it's over. If you go back, she won't let you go!"

"Then I have to go there, what if Wanwan suffers? Besides, even if I wait here, won't the landlord have to meet me when he leaves later?" Wang Yao still insisted.

Xiao Yue looked around: "Let's see, you go upstairs from my side, take a ladder to the opposite side, and sneak into your house. Don't leave the house until the landlady doesn't leave."

Wang Yao could only agree, and followed Xiao Yue to climb up to the roof.When he climbed from the ladder to the roof of his own house, he suddenly slipped and his whole body slid down the sloping roof. He was desperate to grab something, but there was no place to hold on to it, and he slipped outside the eaves. The moment he flew into the air, he was suddenly embraced by a pair of arms from under his armpits. When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was the Russian/Chinese Ivan who lived in the attic.

"It's dangerous to play like this!" Ivan squinted his eyes and smiled, and easily lifted Wang Yao up and pulled him into the room.

The voice of the landlady below came clearly: "I've had enough of you two living for free! Your brother is glib, and he didn't tell the truth! How long has the rent been owed and you still haven't paid it? Think I'm a bodhisattva Temple? And you, such a big girl is still eating at home, why don't you go to the corner and stand around doing prostitution? Maybe you can earn more than your useless brother!"

"You are not allowed to say that!" Wanwan was clearly losing his temper but his voice was still soft.

"Hey, you want to build an archway even if you don't have money? The little bitch has learned to talk back?" the landlady cursed dirtyly.

"Brother said he would pay the rent as soon as he paid the salary. We didn't lie!" Wanwan argued.

Wang Yao couldn't help but wanted to rush down, but was pulled back by Iwan: "No, it's even more difficult if you go."

The landlady scolded the ancestors of the Wang family, and finally left. Wang Yao rubbed his forehead in boredom, and the wound bled again.

"Let me fix it for you." Ivan asked for help.

In addition to the wound on the forehead, the knees and shoulders were also bleeding, but they couldn't see it because they were wrapped in clothes.

"How?" Ivan asked.

"It fell," Wang Yao said casually, "a thief stole my money, I went after it, fell to the ground and let him run away."

"Is this also from a fall?" Iwan held Wang Yao's wrist and raised it in front of him, there were bruises on his thin wrist.

Wang Yao kept silent, he was not good at lying.

"Who hit it?" Ivan asked.

Wang Yao suddenly threw away his hand and cursed: "Aren't you foreigners? Bullying others, killing a Chinese/Chinese person is no different from stepping on an ant!"

Ivan spread his hands: "That's rich, don't poor foreigners like me mix with you Chinese?"

Wang Yao had no choice but to give up. There was no point in arguing with Ivan now. He asked sullenly, "Ivan, what exactly do you do? Why are you in China?"

"Didn't I say that, I'm a writer, and I like to wander around collecting stories." Ivan said with a smile.

"Then what do you live on?" Wang Yao asked again.

"For the manuscript fee, you can also do some odd jobs." Ivan smiled, "Instead of caring about me, why not think about how you want to live."

Ivan was right, Wang Yao's troubles had just begun, so "tomorrow" come slowly.