Sticker, come here

"City-management--coming--la--!" No one knew who uttered such a voice, and the small vendors on the overpass suddenly became a mess.

It's just that the chaos is orderly, obviously it has experienced countless battles like this.The old man who sold fruit pushed a cart and got off the bridge, running faster than his son in the sports school; the eldest sister who sold masks and socks stuffed a cloth mat under her armpit, trotted and jumped onto the next door The tricycle selling sugar-fried chestnuts urged the man on the tricycle: "Hurry up, hurry up!"

There are also young girls who have only set up a stall for two days and are inexperienced. They are reluctant to lose their things and have no time to move them.

Among the panic-stricken crowd, two people were the calmest. One was a 103-year-old white-bearded old man selling insoles on the bridgehead, and the other was Lin Zhengqi, who was next to the old man making cell phone stickers.

When the urban management reached the bridgehead, Lin Zhengqi had already left the small table worth ten yuan and the ponytail at five yuan next to the uncle. The guy with everything in his bag, slung over his shoulders, with a peaked cap, pretending to be a college student watching the scenery on the bridge.

The urban management also knew the old man who sold insoles, and told him to fine him, but he couldn’t hear anything clearly, so he told him not to come out to set up a stall again when he went home, and he held his chest and stared at the next breath, wondering if he could bring it up .The city management was afraid of taking on the trouble, so they gave the peddlers a lesson, fined them a little, and then withdrew.

When the weather calmed down, Lin Zhengqi went back to the uncle and set up his desk and bench again. He saw a box of pineapples by his feet, which had fallen off the fruit cart just now. He picked it up and opened the lid without disdain. He just picked up a piece and ate it, and it was so sweet and greasy after one bite, he took a piece and asked the people around him: "Master, do you want to eat?"

The uncle replied clearly: "I don't eat it, it's pickled in saccharin."

Lin Zhengqi's hand moved closer to him: "The one on the opposite bridge puts saccharine, I'm watching the one on our bridge, it puts white sugar!"

The uncle still refused, and waved his hand: "Drink porridge and eat green vegetables, and live a long life, don't eat this."

Lin Zhengqi stopped persuading him, filled his mouth with the piece in his hand, took a sip of mineral water from his bag, rinsed his fingers along the way, took another sip of water and screwed on the bottle cap.

When Xiong Xi was on the bridge, he saw such a scene. The sun was setting, unlike the scorching sun at noon, which reflected soft yellow on the stainless steel railings. Lin Zhengqi sat upright on the pony against the light, looking up When he drank water, his Adam's apple swelled like a slow-motion special effect in a movie, and only a silhouette was left on his unclear face, which was beautifully shaped.

As soon as Lin Zhengqi put the water in his bag, he noticed the boy standing on the bridge, and asked with a smile, "get out of class is over?"

Xiong Xi himself didn't know why, he adjusted the strap of the shoulder bag meaninglessly, and then walked to the booth at the bridge head with a cold face. I knew that the city management had been here, and I knew that Lin Zhengqi would definitely not be caught if he was a thief, so I wasn't worried.

Seeing that there was a box of pineapples on the table covered with purple daisies that made him want to complain countless times, Xiong Xi snorted coldly, "Again?"

"Ah, it's sweet, do you want to eat it?" Instead of sharing a piece of pineapple with the uncle, Lin Zhengqi generously lifted the whole box and placed it in front of him.

Xiong Xi condescended to see him holding up the box and still smiling stupidly. He didn't pick up the pineapple, and said, "What kind of film do you put on if you're so good at picking things up? Go straight to pick up the waste."

After saying "goodbye", he turned his head and walked towards the dormitory without saying a word.

Lin Zhengqi smiled and said to the little girl selling toys who was looking at them curiously, "My brother, the rebellious period came a little late, and puberty dragged on a little longer."

Xiong Xi, who had already walked under the bridge, looked up at Lin Zhengqi chatting happily with the beautiful girl, frowned, and left angrily.

This guy, did you forget that he went to the hospital to hang up the water after eating the lychees that people didn't know how many additives were added last time?

Xiong Xi is a third-year student in the finance department of University C. He always ranks first in his grade and is deeply loved by teachers and female classmates. The latter is because of his face, and the former... probably has something to do with his face.

He is always called "male god" and "male god", and his temper is really a bit unearthly. He is called Gao Leng on a good note, but his face is ice cube. Of course, let's put it on Xiong Xi , Ice cube face is not a bad word, what's wrong with such a handsome man!What's wrong!

In the eyes of others, the god of learning is always deserted, but Lin Zhengqi still remembers the limp little follower who pulled the corner of his clothes and called him "brother" when he was a child.

"Brother, what is this?"

"Brother, is this delicious?"

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"Brother, take me to play."

Lin Zhengqi cut his hair short when he was a child, but when Xiong Xi was a child, his hair was like a watermelon Taro with bangs, and he was handsome. Neighbors who didn't know the truth always asked Lin Zhengqi, "Whose little girl is this? I follow you every day. ?”

At this time, he would frankly pull Xiong Xi's crotch pants and show Xiong Xi's little bird to other aunts and aunts: "It's my brother!"

At that time, Xiong Xi's family had just moved to this city, and Lin Zhengqi's younger brother, who was already in elementary school across the street, was like the Monkey King in the eyes of Xiong Xi, who was still in kindergarten, and knew everything.

After that day, everything suddenly changed.

Lin Zhengqi wiped the sweat from his forehead, watched the sun go down gradually, his stomach began to growl, and he was not afraid that someone would steal his desk and stool, so he packed his things and headed to the little school on West Street with his schoolbag on his back. Leaving the restaurant, I ordered a fried chicken with sauce and a bowl of rice. I moved my index finger to start eating, but suddenly there was a figure on the opposite side, asking the boss for another rice, and he started to eat Lin Zhengqi's dishes.

"Hey, hey?" Lin Zhengqi blocked Xiong Xi's chopsticks with his chopsticks, "What's the matter? Don't touch my chicken!"

Xiong Xi let out a sound, almost choked the rice grains up his nose, and took a sip of Bai Kai's level before he said, "Your's is on your body, it's from a chicken."

Lin Zhengqi continued to block him with chopsticks, "Little classmate, talking yellow accent won't solve any problems, hey, don't eat my meat!"

Xiong Xi raised his chopsticks and dropped them. Lin Zhengqi's obstruction was useless. He had already put the few chicken nuggets on the plate into his own bowl. He didn't forget to take the time to say it again, "I didn't eat your meat. , this is chicken meat."

Lin Zhengqi didn't have time to argue with him, so he turned from defense to offense. He hurriedly stuffed meat into his mouth, and asked him vaguely, "Didn't you go back to the dormitory?"

There is a cafeteria for boys in the dormitory building, why come here to eat.

"Go to the library for self-study, go back and pick up a few books and come back."

Then when I was looking for a place to eat on the street, I saw Lin Zhengqi by the door, walked in and sat down without thinking.

"The final exam, isn't it? Is it true that a top student will cram for a while?" Lin Zhengqi has always adhered to the belief of "Long live sixty", and passed the college exams at low altitudes.

"It's just regular reading." Xiong Xi wanted to explain a few words, but when he saw Lin Zhengqi's beating expression of "You academic masters are pretending that you don't usually review, the result is worse than anyone else, I understand", so he simply held back his words Going back, it would be more practical to eat two more bites of his chicken.

The two finished their meal quietly. Xiong Xi saw that Lin Zhengqi kept scraping the bottom of the bowl, looking like he was not full. He silently ordered another soup and rice, and then continued to settle everything relatively silently.

"How long are you going to be on the flyover?"

"It's time for you to take a vacation, and then change to another place."

"I mean, how long are you going to do, you can't keep the film for the rest of your life, right?"

"Why not?" Lin Zhengqi looked puzzled, "This is a no-cost business. You can make a steady profit without losing money. Now I guarantee a minimum of [-] yuan a month, which is more than my classmates who go to advertising companies to do odd jobs. .”

Lin Zhengqi started to apply the film in May, because "Xiong Xi's school has many beauties" chose the flyover at the gate of C as his work place, and since then this annoying face has smiled at Xiong Xi at least four times a day.

Seeing that Xiong Xi was silent, Lin Zhengqi said with a righteous face: "Labour, regardless of high or low, is to contribute to socialism, why do you look down on the film?"

Xiong Xi looked at the originally fair man, with a sun collar on his neck, feeling a little uncomfortable.

He snorted coldly, put his schoolbag on his back and walked out the door, "Then don't tell others that you are my brother."

Remembering that last time a girl in class asked him if the handsome guy on the flyover was his brother, he was speechless.This guy just uses the name of "Brother Xiong Xueshen" to solicit business. Why did he launch a promotional activity like "Make a full set of VIP film and get Xiong Xi's WeChat friends"!At first Lin Zhengqi recommended friend business cards to him. He didn't know what it meant. He heard him and added friends directly. After adding, he realized that they were all girls who talked to him regardless of time. He didn't care about the friendship between classmates. If you don't show mercy, you will be blacked out.

Before taking two steps, Lin Zhengqi slashed the back of his neck mercilessly with a knife, and he almost vomited.

He turned his head and stared at him, but Lin Zhengqi shouted before he could speak: "A son doesn't think his mother is ugly, and a dog doesn't think his family is poor!"

"Are you my mother or my dog?" Xiong Xi rubbed his neck, wanting to fight him in pain.

Lin Zhengqi repeated what he said just now, and corrected him earnestly, "It's not your dog, you are a dog, and I am your home."

He just wanted to talk to him, but when Xiong Xi heard the words "I am your home", he felt a little unspeakable. He raised his leg and kicked Lin Zhengqi's ass who had already walked in front, "You It's the dog!"

Suddenly he remembered the first time when he heard his parents arguing about divorce when he was a child, he complained to Lin Zhengqi sullenly: "I really want to run away from home."

Lin Zhengqi, who looked like a little monk with short hair, touched his head affectionately and encouraged him: "Then run away from home and come to our house with your clothes and New Year's money on your back. Anyway, I'm always alone. At home, I hid you in my house, and they couldn't find you."

In the end, he really ran to Lin Zhengqi's house with his clothes and pocket money on his back and planned to hide in his house for the rest of his life. Lin Zhengqi heard that Xiong Xi's mother had made cakes filled with red bean paste, so he took him home that night. , and said, "My younger brother wanted to run away from home, so I persuaded him to come back."

He successfully exchanged for six rice cakes with red bean paste, and was beaten up for making Xiong Xi cry for his father and mother and couldn't get out of bed.