The Pentium Era - South to North

Zhang Chen was very embarrassed.

Riding a motorcycle with a nubuck leather shoe on one foot and a bare foot on the other.

The gray T-shirt and jeans were covered with green algae, and now they have turned green. There are also algae and rotten grass in the hair, and the whole person exudes a stench.

Zhang Chen didn't even dare to wear a motorcycle helmet. He was afraid that the stench inside the helmet would make him faint.

The wind whistled in his ears, and his hair was blown by the wind, and the strands stood up on top of his head, as if he had just applied mousse, and small flying insects flew into his face, making him unable to open his eyes until he drove to the South Bridge. , the little flying insect suddenly disappeared.

Fortunately, it was night now, and Zhang Chen was driving his motorcycle very fast, so his appearance did not attract the attention of passers-by.

Zhang Chen went directly back to Wenmingdong. He parked his motorcycle at the door, stepped up the steps and pushed the door in. Fortunately, Caizhen and Xiao Lin were not there, so Zhang Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

When he walked to the patio on the first floor and looked up, the offices on the third and second floors were also dark. Zhang Chen breathed a sigh of relief again.

Zhang Chen could smell the smell that followed him everywhere, and once he entered the house, the smell became even more obvious.

Zhang Chen hurriedly went upstairs and opened the door. He took off the things in his pockets and the BB machine from his waist and threw them on the table. He took his shorts and towel and went to the bathroom. He took off his clothes and pants in the bathroom, holding his hands I took the shower faucet and flushed the pile of clothes for a long time, but the smell never dissipated.

Zhang Chen felt strange in his heart and used his feet to dig at the pile of clothes. He stepped on it with his feet in disgust and continued to wash it with water. The smell was always there. Zhang Chen sighed and thought to himself, he just fell into it. A stinky pond, not a cesspool, what could be so smelly?

Zhang Chen's nose twitched twice and he laughed. It turned out that the stench did not come from the pile of clothes, but from his own head. He quickly washed his hair and body, using shampoo and soap twice. The stench was Finally no more.

Zhang Chen let out a long breath, feeling that he could finally breathe freely again.

Zhang Chen left the pile of clothes in the bathroom. He wanted to wash them again during the day tomorrow.

Zhang Chen walked back to the room and closed the door. He was really nervous before. Now that he relaxed, he felt a little tired.

He walked to the table, picked up the BB player on the table and looked at it. Damn it, the screen was completely black. It must have been damaged by water. It looked like it would have to be repaired tomorrow.

He threw the half pack of wet cigarettes on the table into the trash can. He picked up the lighter and smelled it. There seemed to be a smell, so he also threw it into the trash can.

Zhang Chen opened the drawer, took out a box of cigarettes from the drawer, opened it, put one in his mouth, took a box of Wanghai International Hotel matches from the table, lit the cigarette, and sat on the edge of the bed to smoke. stand up.

After smoking a cigarette, Zhang Chen's mood had completely stabilized and he was sleepy. He was ready to take a nap.

Sitting on the bedside, I still habitually took out Xiao Zhao's photo and looked at it, then turned off the light and went to sleep.

Zhang Chen was about to fall asleep in a daze. When he heard Xiao Lin and Caizhen come back, Xiao Lin went upstairs and went to the bathroom with a towel. He said "Hey" and saw Zhang Chen's pile of clothes. He walked to the corridor. He went up and called Caizhen down. Zhang Chen vaguely heard Xiao Lin saying to Caizhen, you can either wash Brother Zhang's clothes for him, because others are not here, so he probably doesn't have time to wash them.

Caizhen agreed. Zhang Chen heard Xiaolin throwing his clothes into the patio on the first floor, probably from upstairs. There was a "pop" sound. Caizhen was scolding below, and Xiaolin's duck voice was quacking. Smiling.

Zhang Chen also wanted to laugh. He thought, okay, if you want to do something good, just do it. He heard the sound of Caizhen sizzling and rubbing clothes on the cement washboard downstairs. Zhang Chen turned over body, asleep.

I don’t know how much time passed, but Zhang Chen vaguely heard the voices of Caizhen and Xiaolin talking in the corridor outside. They seemed to be hanging clothes. Then Caizhen went downstairs, and Xiaolin put out her clothes with a bang. The door was kicked shut.

Zhang Chen thought to himself, Damn, I can finally go back to sleep, but he suddenly sat up from the bed, motorcycle! He thought about his motorcycle still parked outside the gate!

To die!

Zhang Chen immediately had an ominous premonition. His motorcycle must have been stolen. If it was still parked at the gate, Xiao Lin would definitely call him when he came back, instead of thinking that he was not in the room!

Zhang Chen got up quickly, got dressed and ran downstairs. Sure enough, the door was empty and there was nothing.

Zhang Chen jogged all the way to the entrance of the alley, but did not see his motorcycle. He stood stunned at the entrance of the alley for a while, then walked back in frustration. When he went upstairs and passed Xiao Lin's door, he knocked on Xiao Lin's door.

Xiao Lin was already asleep. He opened the door wearing a pair of underwear, looked at Zhang Chen with sleepy eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"

"When you came back, did you see my motorcycle at the door?" Zhang Chen asked.

Xiao Lin muttered something, and Zhang Chen asked anxiously: "What did you say?"

"I didn't see anything. There's nothing at the door. What's wrong?"

"Okay, it's okay, you can continue to sleep." Zhang Chen closed Xiao Lin's door.

He returned to his room and sat dejectedly for a while. After thinking about it, he stood up, walked to the office opposite, and paged Liu Ligan.

After a while, Liu Ligan came back, and Zhang Chen said to him, "Mom, the motorcycle was stolen."

"Ah! That's not possible, is it? The security guards at Wanghai Tower are just for free? You can look for them again." Liu Ligan was also anxious.

"Not in Wanghai Tower, but in front of my house. I fucking forgot to move in." Zhang Chen said helplessly.

"Wenmingdong? In that alley? Doesn't that mean I gave it to your uncle in society? You idiot!" Liu Ligan cursed.

Xiao Wu, who was beside him, snatched the phone away and said to Zhang Chen, "Brother Chen, don't worry, you go to the construction site now, and we'll come over too."

After Xiao Wu finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Zhang Chen took the microphone and was startled for a moment. He thought, I lost my motorcycle here, why would I go to the construction site?

Putting down the phone, Zhang Chen understood that Xiao Wu probably felt that he had lost his motorcycle and was so sad that he needed someone to comfort him. They were here to comfort him.

It was already twelve o'clock. Zhang Chen walked towards Wanghai Tower with his backpack on his back. Along the way, he paid close attention to the motorcycles parked on both sides of the road and the motorcycles passing by on the street. He saw on this side of the road There is a motorcycle parked across the road, so run to the other side and take a look.

When he reached the office, Liu Ligan and Xiao Wu were already one step ahead of him and waiting for him in the office. Seeing Zhang Chen come in, Xiao Wu quickly asked what was going on. How could the motorcycle be lost?

Zhang Chen told them the process of losing the car. He didn't tell them that he went to that land, let alone that he fell into the pond. That was too embarrassing.

"It's over, it's over, it must be gone!" Liu Ligan shouted after hearing Zhang Chen's words: "Our only modern means of transportation has been sacrificed. Tomorrow, go to Renmin Bridge and buy a Dangdang car."

Zhang Chen glared at him.

Xiao Wu was very calm. He took out an address book from his pocket and told Zhang Chen, "I'll make a call."

"Who are you beating? Are you calling the police? Calling the police requires someone to run to the police station. Yes, you should call the police!" Liu Ligan shouted.

Xiao Wu cursed: "Calling the police is useless. If you call the police at night, the car will leave Haicheng at night, or it will be torn into pieces."

Liu Ligan was stunned by Xiao Wu's scolding.

Xiao Wu found a Big Brother number from the address book, dialed it, and said to the other party: "Azheng, Mr. Zhang's motorcycle is missing, please help find it...it was lost in Wenmingdong, Suzuki King 125, red, yes , is the one I ride, time..."

Xiao Wu put down the phone and asked Zhang Chen about the lost time and the name of the alley. Zhang Chen told him, and he repeated it to Azheng, "Okay, that's it, we are in the office."

After Xiao Wu finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Liu Ligan and Zhang Chen looked at each other, and Liu Ligan asked Xiao Wu: "Is this all right?"

"alright."

"Can this car come back?"

"If you can't come back, then Azheng shouldn't hang around here."

"Holy shit, this is how you gangsters find things?"

"We don't look for things, we look for people. The status of thieves on the road is worse than Ding Dong. There are several big mountains above them."

Zhang Chen also became interested and asked: "Is it the same in Yongcheng?"

"It's like this all over the country. Old-school relatives and friends who have lost their bicycles or other important things come to us to help get them back."

The three people sat there and waited for twenty minutes when they heard a motorcycle approaching from a distance. The roar was very familiar. The three people hurried to the door and found Ah Zheng riding Zhang Chen. The motorcycle came over.

"Forget it, let's not care about it? He doesn't know Mr. Zhang, and he doesn't know it's Mr. Zhang's car. He won't dare to do it next time."

As soon as Ah Zheng parked the car, he asked Xiao Wu, and Xiao Wu nodded and said forget it.

Zhang Chen quickly thanked Azheng. Azheng smiled and said, "It's a small thing. Is there anything I can thank you for? If Mr. Zhang really wants to thank me, let me treat you to a midnight snack."