Cao Feng squeezed out of the train, carrying a faded camouflage military bag, a snakeskin pocket and a plastic bucket of souvenirs, with crystal sweat dripping from his tanned face. He has been used to farm work since he was a child, and he is good at chopping firewood and hunting.
The sun shone down from the exit, Cao Feng raised his sturdy arms to wipe off the sweat, and his dark eyes looked at the light—this was the first time he had come to a big city.
At the exit of the train, there were many people picking up people with name cards. He put his bag on the ground and looked around. An aunt sent Cao Feng a small card: "Brother, do you want a massage in the accommodation?"
He waved his hand and refused with an embarrassed look, but his aunt was still pestering him, winking and saying that he was accompanied by a beautiful woman. Cao Feng's sweat-covered face was a little red uncomfortably, and he shook his head at a loss. At this moment, he suddenly looked at the crowd. One of them was a thin young man in a suit. The other party wore glasses, leather shoes, and a tie. He was spotlessly clean and looked like a "high society".
The young man held a piece of paper high in his hand, on which was written two words: Cao Feng.
When he finally found someone, Cao Feng was overjoyed and strode towards him. In front of the young man, he calmly said, "Mr. Duan... You, hello."
He has practiced this sentence countless times on the train, but it is still not standard enough, and his accent is thick. He can write a lot of Chinese characters, but he seems to lack the talent for imitating language, so he can't speak well.
Xiao Zhang picked up the photo and looked at it, with dark skin, white teeth, handsome eyebrows and naturally curly eyes. The upper body is a dark blue cloth, and the bottom is straight-tube blue cloth trousers. This kind of attire can be seen as a minority from the stockade.
"Are you Cao Feng?" He just didn't expect it to be so high, and he had to look up.
"I am." Cao Feng put down his things awkwardly and wiped the sweat from his palms, "I'm Cao Feng, hello Duan, Mr. Duan."
"I'm President Duan's driver, my surname is Zhang, the President is in a meeting, let me pick you up." Xiao Zhang gently kicked the snakeskin pocket on the ground with his toes, and glanced at the plastic bucket, "You brought So many things?"
"These are local specialties brought from my hometown." Cao Feng realized that this person was not Duan Shumin, who had been supporting him all the time. He hesitated and called him, "Brother Zhang."
This title is very useful, Xiao Zhang said, "Why did you come out so late?" He wanted to help Cao Feng carry something, but when he saw his sweaty appearance and his backpack was dirty and torn, he didn't reach out.
"I'm sorry, I can't find the location, I'm a little lost." Cao Feng bowed his head and apologized, sweat dripping onto the dry ground.
The biggest place he has been to is the county seat, and he has never been to a modern big city like Linzhou.
Xiao Zhang opened the trunk, stuffed the things for him, and said politely, "Little master is about to finish school, I have to go to school to pick him up, your schoolbag." Xiao Zhang stretched out his hand to him and motioned to him Put the bag in the trunk.
After hesitating for a second, Cao Feng put his schoolbag in the trunk. He looked at the black car. The black paint was shiny and reflective like a mirror. It was very imposing.
Xiao Zhang opened the car door and got in the car. He usually opens the door for Duan Shumin, Duan Yuche, and Duan Yuche's classmates, but this Cao Feng, he is not enough.
Cao Feng didn't move beside the car. He had never been in such a car before, so he was embarrassed to touch it with his hands, and even more embarrassed to sit in, for fear of getting dirty.
Xiao Zhang rolled down the car window, and said with some humor: "What are you doing, get in the car!"
"Okay, okay." Cao Feng did as he was embarrassed and sat in the car very cautiously. The air conditioner was running in the car, and the air-conditioning was very comfortable. The seat was also made of leather. He didn't dare to lean on it, for fear that The sweat soaked through his back soiled the car, and he sat up straight with his head on the roof, not daring to move.
Xiao Zhang looked at him from the rearview mirror.
He was all a countryman, who came out of the mountains, the kind that couldn't be dirtier, with dark skin and longing eyes looking out the window. Probably I have never seen such a tall building, such a beautiful street, and my eyes are full of bright light.
Duan Shumin has sponsored many students.
He is the president of the branch of Guangzhou Commercial Bank in Linzhou City. Now financial institutions are responding to the above call and exploring the path of financial poverty alleviation. But among the impoverished students he sponsored, I heard that this Cao Feng was the one with the best grades, and he wrote to Duan Shumin every year to thank him.
I don't know whether to say simple or deep.
Xiao Zhang looked at his black eyes, the phone rang, and he answered the phone: "President Duan."
Cao Feng in the back seat immediately tensed up.
"Well, yes, I got it..." Xiao Zhang turned the steering wheel with his hand, "I'm going to school to pick up Young Master Xiao Che now."
Duan Shumin said: "The school said that he didn't take part in the physical examination and vaccination, and there was no one when he arrived in the morning. The teacher is now looking for people everywhere."
Xiao Zhang opened his mouth wide in surprise.
This little ancestor is really used to being wild in foreign countries. He didn't have military training two days ago. It's only a few days since the school started, so he skipped class like this
Duan Shumin said angrily: "I don't answer the phone! I guess he is using the Internet in a nearby Internet cafe. You can go and look for it first. If you can't find me, call the police station."
When the car drove to the school, Xiao Zhang stopped the car, turned off the engine, and glanced at Cao Feng.
Cao Feng scratched his hair, dandruff floated in the air: "Brother Zhang, let me go with you."
"Forget it, you don't know..."
"I run fast, and the two of you can find it faster."
Xiao Zhang hesitated for a while, looked at his persistent appearance, and said: "In this way, I will show you the picture of the young master. He is good-looking, very white, and can be seen at a glance in the crowd. It is almost this tall, one meter seven. Seven looks like." While gesturing his height, he turned on his phone and pulled out a photo of Duan Yuche's junior high school, wearing a red scarf.
Cao Feng fixedly looked at the photo. As he said, this young master is very good-looking, with delicate eyebrows and eyes like paintings, and his dimples are revealed when he smiles. Although he has not grown, he can already imagine how popular he will be when he grows up.
The two entered an Internet cafe, and Xiao Zhang asked the network administrator, "Are there any foreign language students who come here to surf the Internet?"
The network manager spat out the skin of the melon seeds and said lazily, "There are only so many machines, you can find them yourself."
There are hundreds of computers in the Internet cafe, the black curtains are closed, the environment is dark, and the smell of smoke permeates this sleepy space.
Cao Feng also often goes to Internet cafes, but in their county, the black Internet cafes are very small, and it costs one dollar an hour. Ten computers are huddling and waiting, and there is no smoke.
Xiao Zhang said: "You look here, I look there, pay more attention to the students in blue school uniforms."
After looking around, the two found nothing, and went to another Internet cafe, but there was still no one.
Xiao Zhang was already getting anxious, so he wrote his phone number to Cao Feng: "We split up, don't get lost. If you see the young master, you can call me."
Xiao Zhang went to another Internet cafe, while Cao Feng went to the school gate. Opposite the school are several stationery stores, next to them are noodle shops, breakfast shops, and milk tea shops... The smell of fragrant smells permeates the air.
The experimental foreign language has reached the end of school in the afternoon, and students in school uniforms poured out in waves.
With so many students, Cao Feng was dazzled for a while, and at the same time felt strongly out of place. When he came, he was wearing clean clothes and trousers. Hours, sweating profusely and did not take a bath, the body has all the odor.
He is not nearsighted and can see very far. During the school season, there were a lot of students in the stationery store. Cao Feng walked into one and took a look. The boss immediately looked at him vigilantly, as if he was a thief, and asked him what he bought.
"I... just take a look." Cao Feng saw all kinds of notes, stationery bags, pens, and toys on the shelves. The patterns were all beautiful and fashionable, and they were all styles that he had never seen before. Several students are debating which one looks better.
Before he came, he knew that Mr. Duan had a son who was a few years younger than him, so Cao Feng specially prepared a gift for him.
But as soon as he entered the stationery store, he immediately felt that his gift seemed a little out of hand, and his younger brother would not like it. His eyes moved from the bright stationery and toys to the freezer, which was filled with various drinks he had never seen or tasted. He licked his dry mouth and saw a student take a bottle of orange juice from it. For a drink, hand the boss three dollars.
Cao Feng resisted the desire to drink water.
It was like getting off the train. The students flocked here, but all of them carefully avoided Cao Feng. He noticed those hidden sights. He was inferior and sensitive - that was a way of looking at stink. Gutter mouse eyes.
When the boss saw that he had actually affected his business, he immediately waved to chase away customers: "Go go go! Don't disturb my business if you don't buy anything."
Cao Feng immediately said in shame, "I'm sorry."
After leaving the stationery store, he went to the next store to continue his search. He searched carefully and searched along the street for a long time. When he passed a fast food restaurant, he suddenly stopped.
The beautiful young man leaned against the ordering table, with smooth black hair, showing his ears, white clothes and trousers, a pair of white socks on his feet, and brand-name sneakers. The waiter handed him an ice cream cone, he smiled and said thank you, his eyes crooked when he smiled, and his amber pupils were clean and warm, just like in the photo.
The boy licked the cone and walked out of the store, and when he looked up, he noticed Cao Feng who was outside.
The washed white and ripped black cloth shoes, as if they were worn on a long march, the clothes were wrinkled and worn as if they had just been picked up from a garbage heap, with dense hot sweat on his face, and his mouth was very dirty. Dry very dry, looking thirsty and starving.
"Hey, don't stare." Zhou Zeliang saw the boy's strong forearm muscles and tall stature, and he was also a little frightened, and whispered to Duan Yuche, "Minority people, very barbaric."
"Oh." Duan Yuche has been a little sensitive to the word "minority" recently. After walking a few steps, he found that the boy was still staring at him, with a rather stubborn and pure look in his black eyes.
He glanced at the man, took out the change he just found, and handed it to the dark-skinned minority along with a pack of toilet paper, and said indifferently, "Well, ice cream is three yuan and five, you can go in and buy it."
Cao Feng was stunned when the young man's clear voice came into his ears.
"Take it." Duan Yuche licked the cone, and there was a white ice cream stain on the corner of his mouth.
Cao Feng did not answer.
Seeing him doing good deeds, Zhou Zeliang pulled him away directly, with unhappy eyes in his eyes: "Be careful of beggars entangling you."
"I'm not..." Just as Cao Feng was about to explain that he was not a beggar, he noticed the reflections on the glass of the fast food restaurant. If he said something unpleasant, he looked a little cleaner than a beggar.
The young man in front of him was the most beautiful person Cao Feng had ever seen in his life.