Zheng Tan felt that Fang Shaokang was quite unreliable.
After this guy entered the county, when he happened to pass by a bicycle shop, the idea of buying a bicycle suddenly appeared. In fact, I haven't ridden a bicycle for a long time, even if it is a self-driving tour, it is still driving on four wheels.
The owner of the car shop sold it for a long time, and Fang Shaokang didn't buy the brand-new mountain bike, which was said to be the most advanced design. In the end, he only bought a second-hand one.
Even if it was a second-hand car, it was a mountain bike anyway. The boss was originally unhappy because Fang Shaokang didn't buy a new car, but after all, he also made a business and checked the car again.
Fang Shaokang looked at the black cat squatting not far away, then looked at the bicycle being inspected, and said to the boss, "Boss, you can add a front basket for me."
The owner of the car shop looked at Fang Shaokang strangely. He probably didn't expect someone to make such a request. Generally, people who buy this kind of car are mainly for sports. Who will put it in a basket and go grocery shopping? However, since the customer has proposed it, he will not refuse it, and a car basket can still earn a few dollars.
Adhering to professional ethics, the boss still asked, "Are you loading the basket to store goods?"
Fang Shaokang thought for a while and nodded, "Yes."
"How much?"
"Not too heavy."
Then the boss stopped talking. Since it was just loading goods, not heavy objects, there was no need to modify it much, just put a basket on it.
After the overhaul, the basket is installed, and the money is paid in one hand, and the delivery is in the other hand.
Stepping into the car, Fang Shaokang felt good about himself, as if he was back when he was young, and suddenly he was looking forward to the next trip.
Zheng Tan squatted aside and looked coldly at the uncle Fang who felt good about himself. He couldn't understand why Fang would choose such a lifestyle. When he was on the phone with Jiao's dad, Zheng Tan listened to Zhao Le's tone. There is some respect that comes out, not that kind of hypocritical politeness, but real respect, that is to say, the surnamed Fang should also have some background, at least he will not be short of money, but what is the reason for this three? People in their teens and forties choose such a life experience? Make yourself look like a scumbag.
Zheng Tan was thinking that Fang Shaokang had already come over on his bike, stopped in front of Zheng Tan, patted the basket, and said with a great air: "Goods, get in the car!"
Zheng Tan: "..." You uncle!
They are going to go from this small county to another city. The next stop is a big city, and the surrounding road conditions should be relatively good.
Jumping into the basket of the bicycle, Zheng Tan felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell why, anyway, it wasn't as comfortable as squatting in the basket of Xiaoyouzi's stroller.
Fang Shaokang carried a travel bag and rode a bicycle to the direction out of the city. In the city the road is still smooth, but when out of the city it is different.
From the small county town to the big city at the next stop, the roads are indeed built, but the roads are all built on high-speed roads. It’s okay to drive there, but if you ride a bicycle, forget it.
If there is no high-speed, just take the national road, but this whole journey is not all on the national road. In order to experience the feeling of riding a mountain bike, Fang Shaokang chose a rural road after leaving the city, and then went to the national road after walking this rural road.
And Zheng Tan's bitter experience began from this rural road.
The front of the mountain bike has a shock absorption design, which is different from the general bicycle. The owner of the car shop didn't do much modification when loading the car basket, so it was Zheng Tan who suffered.
The bicycle was driving on a country road. The road was full of potholes, gravel and dirt. When it was bumpy, Zheng Tan felt that the basket of the car was moving up and down. It was much more uncomfortable than when riding Wei Leng's bicycle before, shaking his head. All dizzy.
Fang Shaokang didn't feel too uncomfortable. He was still in the novelty stage, and he was in good spirits. He hummed a little song until he felt the movement on the basket.
Zheng Tan jumped in the car basket twice before he caught Fang Shaokang's attention. When Fang Shaokang stopped the car, he jumped out of the car basket. When I landed, I was still a little dizzy and almost unsteady.
"What's the matter?" Fang Shaokang looked at Zheng Tan, who was squatting on the side of the road, pulling his ears and looking very reluctant. The front fork of the car suddenly remembered the question from the owner of the car shop. The main problem is here.
"Is this basket uncomfortable?" Fang Shaokang thought for a while, "Why don't you just squat in my bag?"
In the end, Zheng Tan didn't squat into the big travel bag, but stood on the travel bag. He had claws to hook the travel bag so that he wouldn't fall, and he wouldn't dangle like he was in the car basket, and he could step on it twice. Shao Kang's head.
Fang Shaokang, who was trampled on his head twice, felt that the cat must have done it on purpose. Next time I go to the city, I'd better buy a hat, otherwise this cat is going to rebel. Fang Sanshao hasn't been trampled on like this.
After leaving this country road and getting on the national road, this feeling is much better. Without the bumps, Zheng Tan can still take a nap on his bag.
Zheng Tan felt comfortable, but Fang Shaokang gradually felt tired. After the freshness passed, he began to feel tired. The backpack was a little heavy, and with a cat, it was even heavier.
After riding the car for several hours in a row, he found a place to stop and rest in the middle. When he set off again, under Fang Shaokang's complaint, Zheng Tan squatted back on the car basket again, just to relieve Fang Sanshu.
Compared with the country road, the national road is definitely much better, and Zheng Tan doesn't have much opinion.
In this way, the riding stopped, and they did not enter the city until evening.
He found a small hotel nearby and stayed there, because he didn't know if the hotel owner would not allow cats, so Zheng Tan hid in his bag. Small room, single room. Other equipment is quite complete.
Fang Shaokang had been riding the car for a long time, and he was so tired that he was about to lie down. However, before he got down, he took out his digital SLR camera and looked at the photos taken today, and took a small notebook to make some records.
While Fang Shaokang was sorting out photos and records, Zheng Tan ran into the bathroom, filled the bathtub to adjust the water temperature, and then began to take a bath.
It's been a long time since I took a bath, and I was too tired to ride in the car basket today, so Zheng Tan decided to take a good bath. The main purpose was to drown the fleas on his body. Zheng Tan is also very helpless about fleas. It can't be eradicated. Even if you don't come into contact with other animals, you can provoke some in the grass.
Squeeze a little shower gel, rub at random, and start swimming. According to the current body shape, this bathtub can indeed be used as a small swimming pool for Zheng Tan.
It's better to be a human, not to attract fleas like this. Zheng Tan sighed in his heart.
When Fang Shaokang finished sorting things and went into the bathroom, he saw the black cat swimming in the bathtub, looking very comfortable. Damn, I even squeezed out the shower gel!
Fang Shaokang has a friend who also has cats, so he has heard that most cats don't like to take a bath. Sure enough, as Zhao Le said, this cat is very special.
Black cats are evil. Fang Shaokang thought to himself.
After Zheng Tan finished washing, he found a hairdryer to dry his hair. The hair dryer was placed on the table, the button was turned on, and it was adjusted to the hot air setting, and then Zheng Tan kept adjusting the angle to blow the hair. It's a little troublesome, and it's enough to solve the problem.
When Fang Shaokang came out of the bathroom, he looked at the only bed and the black cat lying in the middle, speechless for a long time. The cat's habit of taking up territory is something Tamar hates.
The next day, one person and one cat slept until almost noon before waking up.
Zheng Tan was fine. In addition to fleas, he had a good night's sleep after taking a bath. He was full of energy.
Fang Shaokang was on the contrary. He felt some intense throbbing pain in the neck and back, as well as pain in the lumbar spine—a sequelae of cycling. Riding a mountain bike for long distances is also very particular, and there are sayings from the posture of the car to the person. Fang Shaokang does not understand anything, so it is natural.
After lunch, Fang Shaokang and Zheng Tan went out.
Fang Shaokang wanted to take a good look and get to know the city. Zheng Tan was not particularly interested in anything, so he considered it a free tour.
The camera was hung by Fang Shaokang around his neck, and Zheng Tan stayed inside the bag, looking out from the zipper opening of the bag as before.
Many large cities in the inland have not built subways these days, and urban construction is definitely not as good as it will be a few years later.
Zheng Tan doesn't look down on many things now, he just follows and watches when he is idle and bored, killing time. I don't know what Fang Shaokang was looking at, but he looked very seriously.
In the evening, Fang Shaokang came to a square. There were a lot of people here. There was a commercial street not far away. There were some people dancing in the square, including young people and middle-aged aunts.
There was a lot of noise around, Fang Shaokang probably didn't want to stay here anymore and was about to leave.
Before leaving, Zheng Tan is caught by a burst of guitar chords. Fang Shaokang obviously noticed it and walked over there.
In one corner of the square, a few young people were singing there, and there were people watching, but not many. Others threw coins in front of them.
Fang Shaokang watched for a while, and when they were resting, they went over to chat.
These five young people are not from this city, nor from the same place. They all came across here, and everyone can talk to each other, so they are ready to start a band. At the age of high school, I was still a minor child, but did not go to school. They said that because they liked music too much, they also wanted to come out and experience the world.
In the youth of many people, there will be a dream about wandering, a wandering complex. This kind of wandering can be regarded as a yearning for freedom and the pursuit of dreams. It seems that nothing can stop the young restless heart.
Zheng Tan vaguely recalled seeing a wandering singer in his twenties. He carried a guitar every day and sang in every corner of the city. Sometimes he was invited to sing by some small bars. When people talk about wandering singers, they all have the impression of "no fixed place, wandering around". As for the wandering singer, Zheng Tan only stayed on the back of a dejected figure, and did not have much memory.
At that time, Zheng Tan often haunted clubs, KTVs and other places. He didn't have the time to listen to the howls of street performers, and he also held a contemptuous attitude towards wandering singers. Occasionally act as a good person in front of some beautiful girls and throw some money, not as a spiritual enjoyment. In the end, it is just an occasional pastime.
"What I need is everyone's appreciation, not pity me. We are not as unkempt as others think. It's not a few lice in the hair, it's the so-called street art..." said the young man who was chatting with Fang Shaokang. and share your thoughts.
"Then how much money do you guys make every day?" Fang Shaokang asked.
The young man scratched his head, a little embarrassed, "Maybe, I used to earn less when I was alone, and I could collect a ticket for a few days. Now it's better, we will sing here for a while, and contacted a trainee the day before yesterday. Small bar, I will go to sing later, it is still early, come here to sing just to practice."
Fang Shaokang looked at the steel shovels thrown on the ground and thoughtfully. Before leaving, he found a store to rent a guitar. It wasn't a very good guitar, and it couldn't compare to the ones in the hands of those children.
Back at the small hotel in the evening, Fang Shaokang tried the guitar. It was a little jerky at first, but gradually became proficient. Obviously, he had practiced before.
Zheng Tan was about to go to sleep when Fang Shaokang called him over.
"Black Charcoal, let's go to the show tomorrow!"
Zheng Tan: "..." Why does this bastard suddenly have such thoughts
"I heard that many people bring pets to perform arts, and that kind of money makes more money. Well, I prepared this thing specially for you!"
Saying that, Fang Shaokang took out a finished glass jar, and in the other hand, he held an iron spoon he picked up from somewhere, and tapped the jar with the iron spoon, making a crisp "ding" sound.
Looking at the canning bottle and the iron spoon, Zheng Tan probably knew what Fang Shaokang wanted him to do, but at this time he thought he couldn't understand it.
The cat didn't respond before the meeting, Fang Shaokang thought to himself, that's not right, Zhao Le said that this cat can understand human language and is very capable. If you want to express what you want, just tell it directly, and you don't need to use food to induce it.
After a moment of silence, Fang Shaokang said, "Didn't you say you're very smart? Can't you do this? It's not as miraculous as Zhao Le said."
Stimulation is useless. Zheng Tan continued to lower his head and pretend not to know.
"Let's see, I don't have much pocket money in my hand. Look at the small hotel where we live now. The conditions are too bad. We will go to the street tomorrow. If we make more money, we will go to a better hotel. The kind of double room, each with a bed, large space, not crowded, and no need to grab pillows and quilts, how comfortable, how about it?"
Zheng Tan really thought about it this time. Fang Shaokang said that no pocket money does not mean that he has no money, so Zheng Tan regarded him as farting, but if he could change to a better hotel, of course Zheng Tan would like it. There are flies and mosquitoes in this place, which is annoying. .
"Also, if we make money, we'll go directly to the next city by car instead of riding."
Zheng Tan looked at Fang Shaokang, and he believed that Fang Shaokang had suffered from riding a bicycle and didn't want to ride anymore, but he took it out as a condition. However, if this is the case, Zheng Tan is willing to give it a try. He is afraid that Fang Shaokang will be miserable if he prepares to walk on foot. Today, he also saw Fang Shaokang visiting a tent selling store, and he probably has that idea. .
Fang Shaokang tapped the glass jar twice with the iron spoon, then placed the iron spoon in front of Zheng Tan, waiting for Zheng Tan to make a decision.
Zheng Tan flicked the iron spoon, even if he was willing to try it, the iron spoon was not easy to hold.
"Oh, and this one!" Fang Shaokang took out a roll numbered paper tube and attached the paper tube to the iron spoon with clear glue, just enough for Zheng Tan to put one arm in.
Zheng Tan looked at Fang Shaokang, this guy really came prepared. He stretched his arm into the paper tube, and when he raised his arm, he also lifted the iron spoon and knocked it towards the glass jar.
"Ding!"
A crisp sound.
"That's right, that's it, oh, let me sing a sentence, you knock it." Fang Shaokang plucked the metal strings of the guitar and began to sing, "Twinkle and sparkle~"
Zheng Tan: "..." So mentally retarded.
Seeing Fang Shaokang looking at him, Zheng Tan took a deep breath and knocked the spoon over.
"Ding!"
"Very good! Come on! The sky is full of little stars~"
"Ding!"
"Hang it in the sky and let it shine~"
"Ding!"
…
I practiced cooperation until after eleven o'clock, when the person next door couldn't help it anymore, and knocked on the door and started scolding, and this person and cat stopped.
The next day, Zheng Tan was dragged by Fang Shaokang to continue his practice. After lunch, he took a nap and took the guy out at four o'clock.
Before it was dark, there were more people in the square.
At that corner, the five young people I met yesterday were there again. After debugging, they began to sing. The songs they sang included popular music and old classic songs, all of which were liked by young people and full of energy.
Fang Shaokang looked over there, then found a place where no one was around, and put the prepared cardboard box in front.
There was an opening on the top of the cardboard box, and Zheng Tan felt that it was like a donation box, and he was the poor cat who needed everyone to do good deeds.
Someone around came over after seeing the situation here.
Fang Shaokang was wearing a hat and he hadn't shaved his beard for a few days, so he couldn't tell his true appearance. Zheng Tan thought he must have done it on purpose.
Putting the carton away, Fang Shaokang put the glass bottle next to him, then took out his guitar, leaned against a lamp post, and began to fiddle.
The curious eyes of the people around Zheng Tan made Zheng Tan's face feel hot. Whether he was a human before or a cat now, he has never performed an art in front of everyone, which made him very embarrassed. It was fine when he was in the hotel, after all, no one was watching , but now, under the gaze of so many people, Zheng Tan felt that the iron spoon weighed thousands of pounds.
I really don't want to touch that thing!
Not far away, the five young people also noticed this after singing the song "The Glorious Years".
"Hey! It's about to start!" Fang Shaokang reminded Zheng Tan.
Zheng Tan tugged at his ears, and it didn't seem very good to exit at this time, it felt like escaping. After doing some psychological construction, Zheng Tan put his arm into the paper tube of the iron spoon.
There were more and more curious people around, and Fang Shaokang also began to play the guitar, which was not very good for those young people.
After a prelude, Fang Shaokang's heroic voice sounded.
"Walking in all directions - the road is long and the water is long~"
Zheng Tan bit his head, lifted the iron spoon and knocked on the glass jar.
"Ding!"
"Confused and confused, a village and a village~"
"Ding!"
"Watch the setting sun go down and come back~"
"Ding~"
"The earth is not old and the sky is not desolate. The years are long and long..."
When Fang Shaokang sang the first sentence, one of the young people over there who was drinking water directly sprayed it. No one thought that the uncle would actually sing this song while playing it with a guitar.
The playing is bad and the singing is bad, but more and more people are watching. And a lot of people started throwing money into that cardboard box.
Zheng Tan felt that he was like a second-rate right now, no, he and Fang Shaokang were both second-rate.
The second-best person, the second-best cat, and the street performance experience of this two-beater one.