When the night market on Xueyuan Road first opened, all the houses on both sides of the three alleys had already closed their doors and windows.

In the cold autumn, the wind blows in through the hall, and both adults and children can't bear it, so the chess stalls and card games are closed early before dark. Of course, there are also street lights that were just installed last month, and I don't know the reason why they were broken by a bear child with a slingshot. Only the kiosk at the end of the alley is still firmly lit with the lights of the struggle for survival.

Wang Bin stood at the counter at the front of the store, knocking melon seeds, listening to the melodious ending song of the daily news series coming out of the TV, not caring about the cold wind at night. He has nothing to do tonight, and the TV at home is broken again, so now he just wants to rub the TV series on the commissary - for this reason, he even did not hesitate to insult his strong physique, and wore all the clothes he wore in winter in advance, and by the way, he also spent a dollar to buy half a catty of melon seeds from the round plastic bucket that seemed to have not been opened for 10,000 years. Then while knocking the incense, while drinking the hot water brought out from his own home, in the helpless eyes of the proprietress in the helpless eyes, enjoy this wonderful night leisurely time.

"Abin, how much do your parents' glutinous rice restaurant earn a month now?" The proprietress saw that Wang Bin had vomited melon seed shells all over the ground, and asked her to clean it later, so she rolled her eyes and inquired.

Wang Bin smiled innocently and said nonsense: "It's enough to eat." ”

"It's enough to eat, that's for sure! Who can't eat at home now?" the proprietress said with a smile, then pointed directly to the black Santana parked by the dim wall opposite the store, and said loudly, "Some people are tired of driving cars!"

Wang Bin turned his head and glanced at it, and said with a smile: "We little people, compare yourself with them?"

"That's not what I said, Meizhu and her son-in-law, a few years ago, were still poor like anything, I heard that when her daughter gave birth to her grandson, she was so hungry that she didn't have the strength, or she bought something by herself, so that her daughter was full, and then she gave birth to the child. Otherwise, two lives will be lost. How can there be now, watching that kid on TV twice in three days...... So people, when to get rich and when to be lucky, it's really hard to say......"

When the proprietress said this, Wang Bin neither heard jealousy nor any envy from her words.

It seems that I heard her say something that seems to be far away, but it is not very far away, which is completely different from the feeling that the proprietress is looking at every day which one makes more money. It feels amazing.

Wang Bin couldn't help laughing.

He remembered that when a large group of people were chatting here this afternoon, someone suddenly ran over and said that Lin Miao was on CCTV. The old women and children of the three alleys listened to the news and behaved very calmly, and everyone's reaction was basically like this-

"Huh, it's on TV again, hahahaha......"

"How many times this year?"

"CCTV 4, I don't usually watch 4, I prefer to watch 1 and 2, is "Journey to the West" playing tonight going to the finale?"

It's almost this kind of character setting that has completely accepted Lin Miao, and it looks quite unfazed. In contrast, when it was still more than 5 o'clock, when Lin Guorong drove in the car, there were more topics. For example, in the Xinhua Bookstore 200 meters away, someone broke down the door in order to snatch his books, and then a large number of police officers came and arrested a few people.

Wang Bin waited for the police to leave in the afternoon, and then went to Xinhua Bookstore to have a look.

The store was indeed in a mess, as if it had been visited by bandits, and the shelves were overturned. However, the clerk seemed to be quite happy, and I don't know if it was because he might not have to go to work tomorrow, or if he might make a fortune in the future.

Wang Bin was thinking distractedly, when suddenly a familiar voice came from the TV, grabbing his attention again.

"News Network" ended, followed by "Dongou City News Network", the short opening song had been broadcast when he was distracted, on the screen, Zhao Jing was still as beautiful as ever, and the opposite camera broadcast the news: "This afternoon, our city held the city's old city renovation 'emancipation of the mind, unified understanding' work deployment expansion meeting, the meeting was presided over by Mayor Wang Jianxin, Executive Vice Mayor Yuan Meng, Minister of the Municipal Propaganda Department Zhang Kai, Municipal Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau, Planning Bureau, Land Bureau, The main leaders and persons in charge of Fangkai Corporation, Oucheng District and relevant districts, Xicheng Street, Dongmen Street, Wulong Street, Jiangbin Street and other relevant districts in Oucheng District attended the meeting.

The meeting decided to list Tianji Lane, Xicheng Street, as a key renovation area of our city next year. Mayor Wang Jianxin emphasized at the meeting that the renovation project of Tianji Lane should take the comprehensive expansion of brand influence as the starting point, the support of building a cultural industry, and the goal of all-round output of the city's image, and wholeheartedly create a characteristic project with cultural spirit as the core......"

Zhao Jing's manuscript was only halfway through the memorization, and the proprietress shouted in a sigh, slapped Wang Bin's hand and said, "Abin!

Wang Bin looked around and said with a smile: "Is it cerebral palsy? We have only been building here for more than ten years, and my family only moved here when I was five years old, and the houses are still brand new, tear down the fart!"

The proprietress sighed when she heard this: "Alas, I used to think that we had a good life and got such a good house at once, but now it is better to demolish it later." Now the later the house is demolished, the more subsidies the government will give, and some people will be demolished a year or two later than us, so they can share an extra 10,000 or 20,000 yuan!"

Wang Bin was in a good mood and said with a smile: "How can this be calculated? We lived in a good house a few years before them...... I can't count the money......"

"The poor are dying of poverty, and they still speak for others?" the proprietress rolled her eyes, looked at the TV again, and suddenly shouted excitedly, "Eh, eh, look, look! Lin Guorong! Why did Lin Guorong go to this meeting? Isn't he writing books?"

"What about your brain?" Wang Bin looked over and saw Lin Guorong under the camera, who was speaking with a serious face, and said to the proprietress about science, "Lin Guorong is the deputy director of Xicheng Street, isn't it normal to go to a meeting?

"That's it......" The proprietress stared at the screen in disbelief and muttered in a low voice, "His life is too good, he has to earn money, he has to do it, he doesn't have to worry about having a son, my family wants half of him, and I'm happy to die soon......"

"What kind of bad words, maybe tomorrow I will buy a lottery ticket and win the jackpot, let's go, I'll go back. Wang Bin laughed, but suddenly didn't want to watch the TV series. He threw the melon seeds in his hand on the counter, turned around silently, and walked in the direction of home.

Passing by a commercial house that was exactly the same as his house, Wang Bin looked up at the window of a house on the second floor.

Seeing that the lights were on in the room, he couldn't help but smile faintly.

It's good to be a literate person, and you can see yourself on TV.

Wang Bin thought enviously, suddenly scratched his head, and muttered: "Damn, Lao Tzu is only 18 years old, is it okay to go to night school?......