After the winter, the people on the street are like hibernating. After 6 o'clock in the afternoon, there are not many people.
The shops on the roadside persisted until eight o'clock, and they were all closed. At this time, the most warm and reliable place is the restaurant.
The cotton curtain was lifted, the warm air mixed with the fragrance of vegetables, the bright lights, the sound of people, and a room of people with a ruddy face.
However, Yan Zhiyuan lifted the curtain from the back kitchen. In contrast, it was a different scene, full of chaos.
The greasy ground, the stacked vegetables, the flames from the stove and the cooks cooking with smoke, and the boss with an impatient face.
"Why is it so late tonight!" The boss came over.
It's been a long time since Yan Zhiyuan sent seasonings to the back kitchen of this restaurant, and he was quite familiar with the boss. The impatience on the boss's face adjusted a little after he walked up to him, and it became less obvious. .
"The car on the road broke down," Yan Zhiyuan handed him a cigarette. "It took a long time to repair it."
"Hey, repair it if you repair it, now it's pretty good to drive the delivery," the boss took the cigarette and walked to the door. "It's just repaired ten times a day, and the goods can't be delivered without a bit of technology."
"Last month, I was thinking about selling this car. I kept driving if I couldn't sell it," Yan Zhiyuan said. come over."
"It's not easy." The boss sighed with a deep expression on his face.
"You can close your monthly account on time, because you owe too much," Yan Zhiyuan said, "If I can't get the money back, I can't get my salary."
"Here you are," the boss said, "you have to hurry up and urge other homes. It will be closed immediately, and you can go home with the money for the New Year."
"It must be reminded." Yan Zhiyuan nodded.
After smoking a cigarette with the boss, he wrapped a scarf and left the restaurant.
After returning to the car, it took five minutes to start the car again.
This car was really badly broken. A small bread with all the seats removed had a shell when it drove, and it shook badly. After a hurdle, it felt like the car was about to break.
The air leaks on all sides and there is no heating.
But this is pretty good. Compared to the time when he had to ride three-wheeled delivery, ride a bicycle to deliver, and even run delivery, this small bread can be regarded as a high-profile job under the same conditions. , The key is that this is a car.
Yan Zhiyuan wrapped his army coat tightly and drove out.
There are few people on the street, not only because it’s cold, but also because the New Year’s Day is about to close, many people have already returned to their hometowns, and in a few days, it is estimated that they will not even be able to see the human hair.
He has to settle his salary quickly, not because he wants to go home, but because the business is sluggish, and he is afraid that the boss will go home and run away.
He has no home to go back, so he will give himself a one-month vacation during the Chinese New Year and find a new job after the Chinese New Year.
Maybe it's not just a new job after the New Year, there will be a new city waiting for him.
He looked out the window and saw the city at a glance. He was a little familiar just now. There are many places. He went and left. In the end, he couldn't even remember the appearance of the street where he had lived.
Here he can remember a lot.
For example, on the twenty-fourth of the twelfth lunar month, his car broke down on the road for the eighth time.
He got out of the car and opened the hood for a long time without finding the fault. He returned to the car again, a little bit too much to eat, and his fingers were numb.
But because of the little heat from the engine, he didn't get much warmer in the car.
This section of the road happens to be the junction of urban and rural areas, leaving the delivery restaurant. Right now, there is not even a shop open. Only a few broken buildings with incomplete lights on both sides can get to him after passing this area. The wholesale market where you work.
He flicked a broken electronic watch out of his pocket to see the time. He still had the goods in his car, and he had to deliver it today. It was not far from getting it. He was a little depressed just thinking about walking over with the goods.
The electronic watch is out of power.
Yan Zhiyuan stared at the blank dial for a while, opened the car window and threw the watch out.
As he rolled the window, he glanced in the rearview mirror and saw a few people walking behind.
They are all wearing leather monkeys with a Lei Feng hat and masks on their faces.
Yan Zhiyuan bent down and pulled out a two-thick steel bar from under the seat.
This kind of dressing is not uncommon in this kind of weather, but for Yan Zhiyuan, the breath radiating from these people can be judged by a sweep of the corner of his eyes.
These people may just be looking for a place to eat or stay, but for these people, his car, which is broken here and still pulls the goods, is a job that can be done by hand.
He sighed, it was so cold, so much trouble.
A few people came towards the car as expected, and two others reached into their clothes, as if they were digging out something.
Yan Zhiyuan sighed, opened the door, and jumped out of the car with a steel bar.
A few people probably didn't expect that in this kind of weather, someone could jump off a stalled car, and they stopped together, a little surprised.
"This cargo has its own owner," Yan Zhiyuan walked to the back of the car with the steel bar, and stood face to face with them, "If it's cold, it's better to find a place to have a drink, isn't it?"
The four opponents were all tall and strong, but Yan Zhiyuan didn't care.
Even if there are ten more such people, as long as he is willing to do it, he will do it.
As for what the consequences will be, it is out of the scope of his consideration, he only considers whether or not to do it.
The other person looked like the leader, but didn't respond to what he said. He covered his face with the mask and couldn't see the expression, only the fierce expression in his eyes.
After the man glanced at him, he lifted his leg and kicked Bunny's butt.
"Boom".
It's pretty loud.
The man next to him raised his hand, with a stick of invisible quality in his hand.
While Yan Zhiyuan raised his hand and swung the stick toward the door glass, he violently waved up the steel bar in his hand.
The impact sounded quite far in the cold wind, and then the broken wooden stick passed over the leader's head and flew out.
Once the start of a hands-on business has begun, you can't hesitate, and whoever is stunned will have the disadvantage.
Yan Zhiyuan didn't hesitate, and the hand that was raised when he blocked the stick went straight down and hit the leg of the man who still had half of the stick in his hand.
The man suddenly wailed, staggered and hugged his leg.
When the leader's reaction came and took out a knife and stabbed him in the face, Yan Zhiyuan had already taken a step back, and then swiped it sideways, drawing the steel bar on the man's ribs.
His arm holding the knife softened.
Yan Zhiyuan was very satisfied with this start. If it weren't for such thick clothes, he would make the two of them unable to stand up immediately.
It's because God is pulling sideways.
Then there was a melee. The fighting power of the four people became three because two people were injured. When they all rushed forward, Yan Zhiyuan felt that his body was hot. He pulled the steel bar and pumped it, no matter what part it was. Never mind.
It was very uncomfortable to freeze in the car, but I felt warm in a few minutes after doing this activity.
As soon as the person is warm, a lot of movements become neat. He doesn't care except to guard against knives, sticks and bricks hitting him.
The only thing that made him a little depressed was that the other party did not intend to retreat. It was as if everyone hugged and danced to keep warm on this cold winter night. Particularly committed and refused to retreat.
This kind of melee is afraid of a long time, and a long time with few people will inevitably suffer.
Yan Zhiyuan had injuries on his head and arms, and he could still feel a warm current on his face. It is estimated that the blood was dripping down, but the temperature was not low enough, and it took a long time to freeze.
The goal of several people is not exactly the goods in the car. The driver didn’t walk with the smiley face and pass the cigarette to beg for mercy. This series of procedures directly injured two of them. It should make them very angry. For the sake of face, don’t lay down anyone today. Nothing, this matter can't get through.
Yan Zhiyuan is indeed different from the other delivery guys. He has nothing to worry about, no family, no friends, nowhere to go, and nowhere to go. The truck is really lost, and he doesn't care. He just throws the truck and leaves.
He fights this fight only because he wants to fight.
If this fight is good or bad, and even ends his unknowingly long life, he doesn't care too much.
He just didn't know how many years he had lived, which made him a little regretful, maybe 19 years, maybe 20 years, maybe 21 years.
Fortunately, he does not have obsessive-compulsive disorder.
The melee didn't know how long it was, three minutes, five minutes, or ten minutes. Yan Zhiyuan felt that the number of people was a bit wrong.
He twisted the steel bar in front of the figure while taking the time to count.
Indeed, the number of people suddenly changed.
Originally, he should be five, but now he is counted as six.
After he realized that there was one more person, the scene of the melee suddenly changed, and it was no longer four people fighting around him.
This person who joined the battle inexplicably, copied half of the bricks, and each brick was on the opposite side.
Yan Zhiyuan didn't have time to ask this man what was going on. He took advantage of this moment to help a run, jumped up and kicked the leader's back.
"Don't fight!" Someone in the broken building nearby shouted, "Call the police!"
I didn't know if I was really afraid of the police, or if I had already fallen into the wind and had to go. In short, after this person shouted, several people ran to the side road.
The street quieted down in an instant, only the wind was left.
There is also equipment that has been dropped in the snow water that has been stepped on to black mud.
Yan Zhiyuan searched the ground carefully, picked up a switchblade, tried it, and it was not bad.
"Hey," someone uttered behind him, "I don't have any thanks?"
Yan Zhiyuan put the knife in his pocket, turned his head and took a look. A young man who should be dressed fashionable but now completely out of fashion stood there, still holding the half of the brick in his hand.
"Thank what?" He continued to look down on the ground.
"I just didn't fucking help you," the man walked over, "you have to let them kill here, believe it or not."
"I don't believe it," Yan Zhiyuan said.
"... Fuck?" The man was stunned, "I should have been watching from the side just now!"
"Yeah," Yan Zhiyuan picked up a pack of cigarettes on the ground again, looked at it, took a stick in his mouth, and glanced at the man while lighting the cigarette, "You can give me a clap."
"Do you want a face?" The man glared at him.
"Yes," Yan Zhiyuan smiled, "Do you have much?"
"Fuck!" The man slammed the brick in his hand under his feet and turned away.
The wine is pretty courageous.
Yan Zhiyuan looked at the man walking with a shaky back, and looked at a man with a literary spirit. He could just drink a bit of wine and take a brick.
He walked to the door of the car, wrapped himself in the scarf thrown on the seat, and was about to carry out the goods behind. Turning around, he found that the man was walking back again.
"I have never seen someone like you!" The man pointed at him.
"Then you have to thank me, open your eyes." Yan Zhiyuan smiled, opened the trunk, took out a small trailer, and put it on the ground. After a fight, he warmed his body a lot and was away from the last restaurant to deliver goods. It's not far, he intends to drag the goods over.
The man pointed at him and didn't say a word. After a while, he turned and left.
"Hurry up and go home," Yan Zhiyuan packed the goods on the trailer, "Don't fall asleep on the road and freeze to death."
"Fuck you!" the man yelled as he walked.
Just go and get it, Yan Zhiyuan sighed.
It’s good to be alone. You can’t curse at all on your mother’s fucking grandma’s day.
"Fuck you," Yan Zhiyuan said.
Two days before the New Year, the boss took his wife back to his hometown.
It was normal to return to my hometown during the New Year, but it was very abnormal even if the goods were gone.
Yan Zhiyuan looked at the mess as if he had been robbed, and felt a little speechless.
In fact, the owner of the couple is pretty good. He didn’t find a place to live before. The boss even asked him to shop on the floor in the store. After knowing that he was alone, the wife of the boss bought him the military coat she was wearing, and gave it to him. He has increased his salary, although it is only for a meal.
Because of this, he would fight with the steel bars that day, just to prevent the two boxes of goods from being snatched away.
Now the wound on his head is still covered with gauze, but the boss took him two and a half months' salary and ran away.
He didn't know how he was feeling right now.
He walked around the store. There were still some cooking utensils and oil, salt, sauce and vinegar in the kitchen. He looked at it, took a rice cooker, and put a hanging sausage that had been leaked out of the window into the pot. .
When I walked out with the pot, I ran into the landlord.
"Hey!" The landlord pointed to the pot in his hand, "Let it down! The things in this house are now mine!"
"Do they owe you the rent?" Yan Zhiyuan asked.
"The rent is not owed..." The landlord was interrupted before he finished speaking.
"Get out of the way," Yan Zhiyuan looked at the landlord, "They owe me three months' wages."
His face shouldn't look very good, the landlord hesitated for a moment, and stepped aside, he took the pot and walked out.
After regaining his senses, he was still quite depressed. He didn't have much money on hand. Even if he was alone in a new year, he would not last a few days. It would be difficult to find work during the New Year.
Yan Zhiyuan sat in his room, looked at the falling snow outside, and sighed.
But at any rate there is still a place to live, although heating depends on a small stove.
Not bad too.
He stood up and touched the inner pocket of his army coat. This small pile of money is now all his belongings.
He buttoned his clothes and went out to have a meal to celebrate.
On this rented street, the only thing that still runs is that the brothers in front are ready. The boss is an uncle, with good craftsmanship and enough food. As long as he has money on hand, he has to eat at least two or three times a week.
Today this counts as having money on hand.
He lifted the cotton curtains of the brothers' goodies.
"Xiao Yan is here." The uncle happened to come out of the kitchen when he saw him smile and said hello.
"So many people today?" Yan Zhiyuan looked at it. The store was not very big. There were four or five tables, and there were people at each table now.
"It's okay," the uncle pointed to the table in the back. "That young man, I'm probably going to finish eating. You can make a table with him. He will be alone."
"All right." Yan Zhiyuan nodded.
When he walked to the table, the man raised his head.
When their eyes met, both of them were stunned.
Yan Zhiyuan remembered that his face was quite strong, and he recognized it before he lifted his head completely. This was the one who had seen righteousness before and hadn't caught him with a thank you.
"Fuck," the man looked at him, "and the fuck is you?"
"Drink a lot," Yan Zhiyuan sat across from him, and looked at the wine bottle on the table. "Did you go to the street again after drinking?"
"I'm telling you," the man pointed at him, "you'll be here today and don't leave, or if you get out of this door, I'll just fucking pick you up with a brick."
"Let me tell you," Yan Zhiyuan smiled at him as he took off his hat and scarf, "You point to me again, and I will twist your wrist for you now."
The man paused, put his hand pointing at him back, and put it on the table: "Fuck."
The uncle came over with a pot of hot tea: "What to eat?"
"Large plate chicken, big one." Yan Zhiyuan said.
"Okay," the uncle nodded, "you have a drink too?"
"Well," Yan Zhiyuan thought for a while, "just your rice bar."
"Wait." The uncle patted him on the shoulder and turned away.
"Does his house still have rice wine?" The opposite person looked at him, "Is it good?"
"It's not good," said Yan Zhiyuan, "but I don't charge for it."
The opposite squeaked, leaning back in the chair and stopped speaking.
This person should be the owner of a good life at home. You can tell by looking at the clothes, and you can also tell by looking at the wine he drank. The brothers are okay if there is no place here. It must be the uncle who went to the next store to help him buy it.
I just don't know how such a person who looks good at his family and looks like a college student would drink here, and he ran into drunk twice.
So, everyone in this world reads the front cover one by one, and there is no introduction on the back cover. You have to open it to know what the story is.
The uncle brought a bottle of rice wine and a large plate of chicken and put it on the table. Yan Zhiyuan took a cup and was about to pour the wine, and the opposite put his own cup in front of him: "I'll take a sip."
"Who are you, I want you to have a sip?" Yan Zhiyuan looked at him.
"My name is Cui Yi," the opposite said, "pour the wine."
Yan Zhiyuan stared at this Cui Yi for a while, and poured a glass of rice wine into the cup he stretched out.
"Thank you." Cui Yi took a sip from the glass, half of the wine was gone.
"Are you thirsty?" Yan Zhiyuan said.
"I'm thirsty," Cui Yi said.
"Then are you hungry in your heart?" Yan Zhiyuan said, "If you want to be hungry in your heart, just eat a few more mouthfuls."
Cui Yi raised his head, looked at him for a while, and handed the cup forward: "Knock one."
Yan Zhiyuan touched him a glass and took a sip of rice wine.
"It's terrible," Cui Yi drank a glass of rice wine. "This broken wine... let's have another glass."
Yan Zhiyuan poured him another glass.
Every time Cui Yi took a sip, he felt that the rice wine was awful, but he didn't drink less. The boss brought two bottles over, and at least let him drink one bottle.
The large plate of chicken also made him eat a lot, as if the two plates he emptied on the table before were an illusion.
Yan Zhiyuan didn't say anything. He ordered a large plate for the two of them to eat together.
This Cui Yi must be someone who has something big and has something in his heart, especially this kind of innocent child who is raised in a good family at first glance. He basically writes "I have something to worry about." On the face.
After dinner, Yan Zhiyuan called his uncle over to settle the bill.
"Look, it's okay to fight the tables," the uncle said with a smile, "you have a meal and you have made a friend."
Yan Zhiyuan smiled and didn't speak, got up and walked out of the brothers. He didn't care about Cui Yi who was still lying on the table and didn't know if he was awake or asleep.
But not a few steps away, footsteps came from behind.
He turned his head and saw Cui Yi staggeringly following him.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Ordinarily I should have paid some money just now," Cui Yi said, "but I really don't have any money."
"It's okay," Yan Zhiyuan waved his hand, "not much."
"You leave me an address," Cui Yi said, "I'll take the money to you in two days. It seems that you are not a rich person. This meal is also a lot of money."
"I'll pretend to be forced," Yan Zhiyuan said, "Okay, you can go, don't be polite with me."
"Thank you." Cui Yi said.
Yan Zhiyuan ignored him and turned away.
thanks.
For this meal, Cui Yi said thank you twice.
To be honest, in the world where he spends his life every day, adding one piece throughout the year may not be able to hear thank you twice.
After walking for a while, he couldn't help but glance back.
Cui Yi has disappeared.
He sighed, turned and continued to walk forward, after two steps, he stopped abruptly, then turned his head and stared at the shadow in the front corner for a long time.
Then turned and ran over.
Sure enough, I saw Cui Yi face down on the snowdrift in the corner.
"Hey!" Yan Zhiyuan pulled his arm and turned him over.
Cui Yi snorted and didn't move.
The stamina of rice wine is great. For people like Cui Yi who are not used to drinking, if you drop a bottle, it will pour it if you say it.
Yan Zhiyuan felt that in general, he was still a good person.
He could have carried Cui Yi on his back to the nearby police station and dropped it, but he took the dead man back home and threw it on his broken bed.
Cui Yi stayed asleep until midnight before waking up. After opening his eyes, he stared at him, as if he couldn't recover for a long time.
"Don't even have a word of thanks?" Yan Zhiyuan said.
"Thank you?" Cui Yi said.
"Fuck you." Yan Zhiyuan laughed.
The author has something to say: The uncle and the second uncle know each other.