Jiang Cheng didn't know what Gu Fei's favorite food was to take him to eat, and he didn't ask. He was in a bad mood at the moment and he didn't even have an appetite. He probably didn't even have a taste of what he ate.
He came to find Gu Fei, but didn't want to be alone. I don’t want to go back, I don’t want to see Li Baoguo, I don’t want to know how he was beaten, and I don’t want to hear Li Baoguo’s reasons for being surrounded and beaten. My heart was so full that I couldn't get up because of my breath.
And in this city, besides Li Baoguo and school, the only place he can go is Gu Fei's shop. It is a bit sad to think about it, but there is no way.
Gu Fei cleaned up the shop, then closed the door: "You wait for me here, I'll get the car."
"Oh." Jiang Cheng wanted to ask whether it was a bicycle or a motorcycle. He really didn't want to sit on the motorcycle when it was so cold. He would rather walk, but Gu Fei walked directly into a small alley next to the store.
Whatever it is, no matter how cold it can go, the spring basketball game is about to begin. In theory, spring is here.
How amazing.
A sound of a motor came from the small alley, but the sound of the motor sounded very thin and fragile, and it did not match Gu Fei's 250 motorcycle.
When I was a little confused, a yellow car that looked like a steamed bun or a small steamed bun came out of the alley.
Jiang Cheng was a little shocked as he watched the small cornmeal bun dangling out and parked in front of him, and then opened the small car door.
"Come on." Gu Fei said while looking at him in the small bun.
"This is... What is it?" Jiang Cheng stared at the car. If he read it right, it was a small old scooter.
"Cars," Gu Fei said, "the ones that can shelter from the wind and the rain are still burning oil, which are more powerful than those with batteries."
"... Oh!" Jiang Cheng walked over and stood outside the car door, watching for a long time, "How the hell can I get in?"
Gu Fei took a look and got out of the car: "You first... climb in."
Jiang Cheng hesitated, and Gu Fei added: "Even if I drive a Beetle, you have to crawl over it if you want to go back, right."
"The Beetle, I'll just take the co-driver!" Jiang Cheng said.
"Hurry up," Gu Fei took out his phone to check the time. "His house closed at nine."
Jiang Cheng had to squeeze into the one-foot-wide space between the car door and the driver's seat, and the sore and painful injuries made him almost cry.
He has also seen the old man take the old lady to the street with this thing. How did the old lady go up there
After sitting down, Gu Fei stretched out his hand to pull the backrest of the driver's seat and put it down: "Don't you just put this down and it will be better?"
Jiang Cheng looked at the spacious space suddenly, and had the urge to get out of the car and fight Gu Fei again. He pointed to Gu Fei: "Shut up."
Gu Fei closed the car door, started the car, and drove out to the street.
The space in this car is very small, and Jiang Cheng sitting in the back seat feels no different from sitting in the back seat of Gu Fei's bicycle.
But it is indeed sheltered from the wind and rain. From the small car window, there is an inexplicable illusion of wandering on the street. After asking for a day of rice, I took a cornmeal steamed bun cart to find a cheap stall to eat bowl of noodles or something.
"This car is yours?" Jiang Cheng knocked on the plastic car shell and asked.
"Well," Gu Fei replied, "My mom bought it. Sometimes it's very convenient to get a cart or something."
"... Oh," Jiang Cheng looked at his position, "What kind of goods can this space pull?"
"Our store doesn't have many large items to pull," Gu Fei said. "Usually someone will bring it over, and some will pull it by themselves."
Jiang Cheng didn't speak any more. He watched Gu Fei drive the car all the way across the bridge that day. He guessed that there must be something delicious in this area, and it would have to be on the other side of the bridge.
What could it be? When he went to eat dumplings that day, he saw a lot of shops, hot pot skewers Chinese food and Western food, but he didn't want Gu Fei to ask him to eat too expensive.
The small steamed bun cart drove all the way from the roads of restaurants of various sizes on both sides, but did not stop. Instead, it kept going forward and turned into the side street.
"Isn't there yet?" Jiang Cheng felt that he had left the place where he was eating, and couldn't help but ask.
"I'll be here soon, just ahead." After Gu Fei finished speaking, he turned the car into another street.
Jiang Cheng looked outside and found that here is the same as Li Baoguo's side, the dilapidated old city, especially with the atmosphere of desolate life.
The car slowed down and stopped in front of a few small restaurants. Jiang Cheng stared at it for a few times. One family sells steamed buns, one sells noodles, and the other...
"Get off." Gu Fei opened the door and jumped down.
"No," Jiang Cheng was a little confused as he squeezed down, "How do I feel that these stores sell earlier?"
"Sell it early." Gu Fei closed the car door and pressed the remote control.
"Do I rely on this little steamed bun cart with remote control?" Jiang Cheng was surprised.
"Somehow they are fuel-burning. The battery car has a remote control. Why doesn't it have a remote control?" Gu flew over to one of the shops. "That's it."
Jiang Cheng looked at this shop, although it was still open for business with the lights on, but no matter whether it was the door face, the light or the environment, it looked like a dark shop.
He was stunned when he saw the four characters hanging by the door that were ugly enough to compete with his own.
"Wang, two, fillings, pie?" He pointed to the sign, "Did you bring me to eat pie at night?"
"It's super delicious," Gu Fei opened the curtain, "you smell it."
Jiang Cheng didn't feel too in the mood to smell it. The first time he ate pie with someone for dinner, he was still shocked and didn't come back to his senses, but the tables in the shop were almost full, and the business was very good.
When he followed Gu Fei into the store and saw a waiter who was carrying a bowl of soup to the guests, his shock was overwhelming, and he almost didn't stare out his eyes.
"Da Fei, you are here!" Wang Xu threw Tang on the table, and when he turned his head and saw Jiang Cheng again, he was also stunned, "I rely on Jiang Cheng? Are you forced to come too? "
"Ah." Jiang Cheng replied, and saw that Wang Xu spilled the soup for the guests on the table.
"Hey! What the hell, half of the spill has come out!" the guest said unhappily.
"I'll get you another small basin in a while," Wang Xu grabbed the rag and wiped it on the table. Even if it was finished, he walked up to Gu Fei and Jiang Cheng. "The upper box is just empty. "
"Private room?" Jiang Cheng felt that he had been unable to come back to his senses. A pie shop also had a private room.
The box is really a box, separated by wooden boards on all sides, and there is a small air conditioner. (End of this chapter)