In the afternoon, both directors had business, and the meal did not last long. At about one o'clock, after leaving Li Xian's phone number, the two said goodbye and returned to Taili.

It just snowed in Ice City the other day.

However, after winter, the weather in Ice City became sentimental.

The sky was overcast again, the cold air was filled with layers of moisture, the rolling dark clouds overhead were surging with the cold wind, and it was obvious that a heavy snow was about to fall again.

I drank a few more glasses just now, and under the influence of alcohol, Li Xian, who was walking on the street, was a little in a trance.

Looking through the street in front of you, all kinds of buildings rise up not very high, including the more than 10-storey Guoguang Building, which has just been built, and there are also dilapidated Western-style buildings hidden at the end of the street, which seem to date back to the last century. During this period, there are also mixed with various clothes hanging like flags of all countries, which looks like a unique market atmosphere.

Beside him, the seller of sugar gourds, the dealer who shouted Madil's popsicles, wrapped himself into a ball with all kinds of clothes that could be put on his body. The thick scarf was over their faces, making their shouts a little muffled.

The rows of newsstands on the side of the road play slurred music, and when you take one step and hear "Love Birds", two more steps will become "give me a glass of forgetfulness water", and further on, it will be replaced by a manic disco.

Most of the women sitting in the pavilion are holding hot water bottles, either with white faces and red lips, rolling their eyes when they see people looking at them, or they are as cold as frost and stunned.

Although the proprietress inside is different, the things that the pavilion operates are extremely similar.

In addition to the sign of haircut and shampoo, you can see a large wooden board in front of the pavilion, displaying all kinds of books - the cover is either bloody or fragrant. The title of the book is even more unsightly, like "The Destruction of Eromania", "The Girl Struggling in the Devil's Cave", "The Female Gambler Who Bets with the Flesh", anyway, it is full of murder detectives and pornography.

Bah.

Li Xian spat at it.

When he was a child, Li Pi collected a lot of these books, and he peeked at them a lot.

Most of these little books are super title parties, and they are good at using extremely exaggerated titles and cover characters to attract people to buy. The content is also rubbed, but it is not as salty and wet as the cover.

Usually the authors of this category are used by depressed literary young men in second- and third-tier cities to eat, in the words of Li Xian's time, they are a group of "dead houses" and "super straight men", in the current words, "older young men who can't find a partner".

According to the three views of these people, they especially like to describe the tragic fate of those who have gone the wrong way or are bad women. Therefore, the biggest selling point of this kind of small yellow book is the cover and title, and there are not many dry goods in it.

The plot basically relies on fantasy, and the writing is basically junior high school graduates, not good-looking at all, especially fake, and it's all typos. Just like the book "Reborn I Am My Second Uncle" that Li Xian read on the starting point Chinese network.

The jerking point is very low.

"Little brother, what's the matter with you?"

Seeing Li Xian standing in front of his pavilion for a long time, flipping through those "bestsellers" one by one, and pouting vigorously, the old lady in the pavilion who was still charming and only wore a close-fitting woolen sweater on a cold day was impatient.

"Don't buy it, don't buy it, don't block my face!" poked her head out, and the proprietress shouted.

Li Xian frowned, "How did you sell it?"

"Two dollars a piece, if you have another one, it will be five dollars for you. "When he saw that business had come to his door, the door of the pavilion was opened. The cold wind blew, and the proprietress shrunk her neck.

Li Xianzui nodded.

picked up a copy of "First-Class Fear" that I read when I was a child, but I didn't finish reading it and was taken back by Li Pi, and picked up the copies of "The Destruction of Erotic Mania" and "The Struggling Girl in **". I looked left and right, I didn't know anyone, and stuffed it into my bag.

took out three yuan from his pocket and threw it on the stall: "One dollar for a book, if you don't sell it, I'll take it out!"

The proprietress neatly put the money away and waved her hand on the hot water bottle - signaling that the business was done.

In the contemptuous eyes of the proprietress, Li Xian raised his head arrogantly.

Lao Tzu is different from those booksellers who want to masturbate!

Lao Tzu wants to look at it with a critical eye when he goes to the toilet!

The little yellow book was in his bag, and Li Xian was satisfied.

My own affairs have been done, and next, it's up to Xu Maohe and Xu Chaoyang.

He was going to go home and critique the book "The Struggling Girl" first.

......

The street is wide, and buses with large car bags on their roofs come and go from time to time. At the traffic post at the entrance of the street, the traffic policeman wearing a yellow-green uniform coat and a white armed belt tied around his waist were also trembling. Standing on the traffic post, his feet kept knocking.

Just as Li Xian was thinking about stopping the car and going back, something strange suddenly happened on the street!

I saw a black Santana sedan driving from south to north, the driver seemed to have drunk, or he didn't wake up at all, the car was crooked, just like the soul calligrapher Li Xian had seen in later generations, writing big characters with a syringe, rushing towards this side with the momentum of a dragon and snake!

When the trembling traffic policeman saw that there was a situation, a spirit immediately picked up the red and white command baton in his hand, jumped off the traffic post, and ran to the intersection.

Seeing this, Li Xian unconsciously took a step back - he was very sorry for his life, and he was terrible to be scratched!

Before he could alert the traffic policeman, a sharp brake sound sounded on the street. Santana, who seemed to be out of control, actually stopped!

This time, it caused the strangeness of the surrounding pedestrians, and when they saw that there was no danger, they surrounded them one after another. Li Xian got out from behind an aunt, nodded embarrassedly under the scrutiny of the aunt's triangular eyes, and leaned over with the pedestrian.

"How did this car drive? Rampage, it scared me to death just now, and the bicycle scared me off the chain!"

"Who's to say it's not! Drawing dragons on the road in broad daylight is a rush to death?"

The Santana who had ploughed two tire tracks on the street was discussed.

The traffic police were also scared out of a sweat, thinking that they had met a drunk driver, and now it was time to go to work, and there were many pedestrians on the street, if something happened, it would be a big deal.

After straightening the armed belt around his waist, the little traffic policeman immediately walked in front of Santana and knocked on the window with the command stick in his hand.

The windows rolled down.

As the window rolled down, Li Xian saw a big bald head shining in the driving position. There are four dots on the bald head. When you look at it from afar, it's like a round grunting dice.

"Comrade, please show your driver's license ID!"

The little traffic policeman was also moved, and his tone was very impulsive.

The big bald head looked at it and smiled, "Donor, the government didn't issue me a driver's license either." ”

As he spoke, the bald head pointed to his right arm with his left hand.

Li Xian's eyes were sharp, and when he stood in the crowd, he saw that the sleeve of the right arm of the gray monk's robe was empty.

"You're driving without a license!" the little traffic policeman said in surprise, "Hurry up, get out of the car for me! You are too fat! Do you know that you have broken the law?"

With that, he opened the door of the cab.

Just then, the window on the back seat of Santana rolled down.

An old monk with six points on his head looked at the traffic policeman and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, sin and sin." Little comrade, my generation is a person who has realized the Fa, and his heart is like the sun, shining all over the ten directions, and there is no doubt about everything. Where did you break the law?"

Scold.

Li Xian, who was in the crowd, shook his head with a smile when he heard this Buddhist verse.

What a mouth.

Sure enough, the traffic policeman was very angry when he heard this crooked reasoning, "Don't talk nonsense, get out of the car quickly!"

"Stop!

Just as he was about to open the car door and drag the one-armed monk who was driving out, a loud shout came from behind him.

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