42. Girls

Liberating his nature from animal simulation, he later arranged his own sketches, and finally the teacher assigned the task of observing the notes. Han Fei took a leave of absence to shoot "Slam Dunk Showdown" and missed a lot of lessons, and with the help of his roommate's notes, he finally didn't fall behind, and now it's just in time to write the lesson of observation notes, and he decided to take it seriously.

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, he plans to buy a small motorcycle to travel, so he walked around the area around Nortel, and wrote down the observation notes when he saw any interesting people.

According to Han Fei's understanding, it seems that writing observation notes in the performance department is not much different from what the paparazzi do, but the way is slightly different. The paparazzi use cameras to capture celebrities, they use pens to record the general public, one requires high-definition uncensored, one pays attention to clear organization, one is an application essay, simple and rude, if you shoot it, you will hammer it, and the other is an argumentative essay, you have to analyze it when you see it, and you have to express your feelings.

Going out from the side of Nortel, crossing the overpass, and passing through the Jimen community, Han Fei finally found this shop that sold motorcycles.

He'd been watching the guy squatting and fixing the car for a while.

The man was lean and lean, he looked a few years younger than Han Fei, his complexion was a little yellow, probably malnourished, his head was dyed with yellow hair, and he had a camouflage uniform on his upper body, and he didn't know if it was recovered from the surrounding colleges and universities after military training, anyway, it was already green and black, black and yellow, and it was no longer the original color. There was a pair of Converse canvas shoes on his feet, and the CONVERSE logo was missing an E. Maybe there is an MP3 in his trouser pocket, "Can we meet again, I have been begging in front of the Buddha for thousands of years", and the DJ version of "Seeking Buddha" played noisily, as if it was a war song for him repairing a car.

One hand is holding the car with labor protection gloves, and the other is not wearing gloves, holding a screwdriver to tinker, the oil flows along the screwdriver to the hand, and finally along the wrist to the arm, the arm with the thickness of the reed stick looks thinner.

Comparing the two sides, Han Fei felt that it was better to study, but he came out at a young age to break into society, his skills were not refined, and his treatment was poor, not to mention his social status.

People who didn't study well in middle school generally have two life paths.

People from superior families can still continue to wave after graduation, or go to a little bit of college, or go abroad to experience the capitalist world of flowers, anyway, they are either playing, or on the way to play, and in the end they are still beautiful in their arms, and horses have to be ridden.

Graduating from a general family and blindly in middle school is unemployed, and he didn't bring a sword, and he went out into the rivers and lakes, so naturally the wind and frost and the sword were strictly forced by each other. Of course, this part of the people is divided into some categories, some of them became Tony's teacher, and they washed and cut and played magic with one hand, but unfortunately they were pulled by Li Xiaolu to block bullets, and some changed their careers to repair cars, unlike the serious auto repair talents who came out of Lan Xiang, this group of people can only be a junior apprentice in a motorcycle shop on the street.

"Hey, buddy, is your boss here?" Han Fei was really bored after watching it for a long time, and stepped forward and asked.

The man stood up slowly, and Han Fei found that there was a scorpion tattoo on his left wrist, yo, he had quite an idea, but how could this scorpion be tattooed like a skin shrimp, come on, come on, War Horse Guan Gong tattooed on his body, and gave applause to the society.

"Boss, boss, someone is looking for. He shouted at the top of his voice, and then crouched down and continued to tinker with the car.

A few seconds later, the boss walked out of the back of the shop, short and fat, the jacket was open, revealing a slightly protruding belly, and a big gold chain hanging around his neck, the whole person was like Maitreya Buddha wearing a gold chain, but the color of the gold necklace was not very bright, and I didn't know if it would float when I went to the bathhouse.

"Handsome guy, buy a car?" said the boss, shaking his sleeves.

"Hmm, are there any second-hand ones?" Han Fei got straight to the point, he only bought a motorcycle for temporary transportation, there was no need to buy a brand new one.

Hearing that it was a second-hand purchase, the boss's enthusiasm decreased a little, but he was a social person, and he didn't say much, and said: "There are eighty percent new and ninety-fifty percent new, you come here to see." ”

After speaking, the boss led Han Fei to the iron gate next to him, and when he entered the door, Han Fei found that there was a cave, a small courtyard with more than ten motorcycles.

"Do you use oil or electricity?" asked Han Fei, pointing to the car.

"Burn oil here, burn electricity here. ”

"Then I want an electric motorcycle, this is about to hold the Olympics, and the slogan is all about to promote the green Olympics, and burning oil is not environmentally friendly. After saying that, he sat on a small electric motorcycle and twisted the handlebars with his hand, which was okay and quite flexible.

"This one is sold for 3,000 yuan, ninety-five percent is new, if you want to buy it, 2,000 will be sold to you. The boss snapped off the mirror and said.

Meow a mi, ninety-five percent new, you think it's crazy to sell love, just a second-hand motorcycle is like a high-end transaction.

Han Fei said with a smile: "Boss, where did you get this car, it's ninety-fifty percent new, you look at this wheel, it's all scratches, maybe how it came from." ”

"No, my car is coming from the right way. The boss patted his chest and swore an oath.

Who knows if your car is coming from a proper and improper way, and it is not like a cultural relic with an appraisal certificate.

"One thousand and five, with a lock and a charging cable, sell it, and forget it if you don't sell it. After speaking, Han Fei made a gesture to leave.

"If you get it, one thousand five is one thousand five. The boss's expression was as if he had been cut off his kidney.

There is quite a lot of electricity left, and after paying the money, Han Fei rode away, yes, we can be regarded as a family with a house and a car, although the car is on two wheels, but there will be bread, milk, and everything.

Han Fei didn't choose a direction, he went out of the alley and chose a random avenue to ride, the feeling of riding a bicycle is cooler than walking, although the speed is only three attempts, but the mood is still free.

Blowing the whistle of "Running", he went all the way to the west, and finally arrived at a large square, the bus stop sign said that it was the Great Bell Temple Square, Han Fei found a place to park the car and began to observe the crowd coming and going.

There is a row of chairs on the other side of the square, where people stop to rest. On the first bench sat a young couple, the woman seemed to be playing a little temper, her hands crossed in front of her chest, and the man squatted next to her with a smile, but she didn't appreciate it, and turned to the other side.

On the second bench sat a man with a child in his hand, and he didn't know what he said, which made the child jump with joy, and then the man threw the child like a sandbag, and the child was not afraid, but felt very happy, and laughed even more happily.

Han Fei was also infected by that joyful mood unconsciously, and wrote and drew in his notebook with a smile like an old uncle.

After observing for a while, Han Fei felt that it was almost over, and he could go back to school to sort out his notes and hand in his homework, and got up to leave, when he suddenly found a figure not far away that was quite familiar.

The girl carried a small black backpack on her back, and her hands tightly tugged at the strap, and she walked back and forth several times, and finally stopped where she was, crouching helplessly, her head buried deep in her knees.

Han Fei wasn't quite sure if he recognized the right person, so he hesitated for a moment and stepped forward, and when he was close to two or three steps, he heard the girl sobbing quietly.

"Hey. Han Fei gently patted the girl's shoulder.

She slowly raised her head, her apricot eyes were red from tears, her hair was very messy now because she had been pressed on her knees for a long time, her little nose was pumping and inhaling, her lips couldn't stop trembling, and she was surprised and surprised when she saw Han Fei.

"It's really you, what's wrong Xiaoshuang, what are you crying about?" Han Fei took out a pack of tissues from his bag and handed it over.

Zheng Shuang took the tissue, wiped away her tears, held the paper ball firmly in the palm of her hand, and said in a somewhat aggrieved tone: "I, my wallet is missing, obviously it is in the backpack, I have been looking for it for a long time and have not found it." ”

Han Fei was also a little speechless, if you break your wealth, you will break your wealth, what are you crying about, so she asked: "What are you doing here, didn't you come out with Da Tiantian and them?"

"No, they went to write their observation notes elsewhere, and everyone was afraid that they would write the same, so they didn't act together. Zheng Shuang finally gasped for breath and slowly stood up.

Han Fei asked, "Do you have anything else in your wallet besides money, are your bank cards and ID cards there?"

"No, no, I put it all in school. Zheng Shuang waved her hands quickly, and after speaking, she lowered her hands with some shame and silently grabbed the corner of her clothes.

Han Fei was a little helpless, I don't look like the teaching director or something, why do you see me like a mouse and a cat.

"That's okay, I only lost the money, so I don't have to report the loss or anything. Okay, I haven't eaten yet, let's go, I'll take you to dinner. ”

"No, I, I'm not hungry. ”

"Are you really not hungry?"

"Not hungry. ”

"Alright, I'll take you back to school. ”

Han Fei didn't think so much for a while, and dragged her forearm to the parking place over there, this girl was not a few years older than Han Lin, and she didn't know why her parents sent her to college, and her ability to adapt to changes was really inferior.

Zheng Shuang's face turned red, his arm struggled, and he said shyly: "Han, Han Fei, don't drag me." ”

Han Fei reacted at this time, and hurriedly sent his hand to apologize: "I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention just now." ”

"No, it doesn't matter. Zheng Shuang lowered her head after speaking, and her eyes didn't look at the road ahead, staring straight at Han Fei's continuous progress.

"Come on. Han Fei opened the lock and pushed the electric motorcycle out.

"Is this the car you bought?" Zheng Shuang was a little surprised, and looked at the small electric motorcycle for a week.

"If you are idle and have nothing to do, this is not to come out to write observation notes, it is more convenient to ride. Han Fei inserted the key and started the car, and stepped on it with both feet.

"What are you doing in a daze, get in the car. ”

"Oh. Zheng Shuang was stunned, and then sat on the side of the car.

The car finally started, and drove around the intersection from another road, and the wind kept coming, and the figure of the Great Bell Temple Square building was getting smaller and smaller.

"Be careful, don't slide down. Han Fei tilted his head slightly and reminded him.

"Oh, got it. Zheng Shuang's voice was thin, fortunately Han Fei's hearing was not bad, otherwise she really couldn't hear what she said.

"In the future, if you lose something, don't just stand in place, find it if you can find it, and go to the police station to prepare a case if you can't find it. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Also, your face is wrinkled when you cry, it won't look good, the little girl has nothing to laugh at, isn't it just a little money, it's not a big deal. ”

"Oh. ”

The car continued to drive forward, and Han Fei wondered if Han Lin would cry helplessly like her if she accidentally lost her wallet outside, so she chattered endlessly, and she didn't know if the little girl behind her listened.

Zheng Shuang didn't talk too much, every time Han Fei said a long list, she only replied with a uh or oh, but the originally gloomy mood seemed to become sunny in this chatter, she looked at Han Fei who was driving in front of her, his back was quite broad, there was a smell of laundry detergent on his clothes, and his hand that had not been knowing where to place quietly stretched forward, although he didn't dare to hug Han Fei's waist, he also gently grabbed Han Fei's clothes, thinking that he was usually so verbose?