After dark, Chen Mo went to the suburbs.

The road in this area is not easy to walk, and he is 120,000 careful, but he still has a close contact with a motorcycle.

The moment he rose into the air, Chen Mo thought he was dead. He is eighteen this year, and he can be regarded as a good young man in the new era who is knowledgeable and educated, and he has basically never played anything that should be played, and almost all the hardships that should be endured. The scum in the same bedroom owed him a total of 158 yuan and 5, and he didn't even pay back a single hair from last year to now.

If he really braided his hair like this, he was really a little unwilling.

The motorcycle didn't even have its headlights on, it was like a hidden boss in the game. When it suddenly rushed out of the night behind him, Chen Mo didn't have time to react at all. The driver who killed that day actually soared to nearly sixty yards on a country dirt road more than two meters wide, completely ignoring the road conditions that had become extremely bad due to the rain and snow, Chen Mo was solidly brushed down, and flew up with the mountain bike.

The motorcycle didn't even stop, a big drift comparable to an action movie lens, crossed the corner, and soon disappeared. Chen Mo rolled a few times on the ground, and finally got up, looking at the direction of Mo's disappearance, he inexplicably remembered the phrase "the master is in the folk".

"I'm oo you xx, hurry to reincarnate?!" Chen Mo scolded, covering his sore head with one hand, and lifting the car with the other, his whole body was dripping with muddy water.

Finally, there were not many stones on this section of the road, Chen Mo touched his body roughly, and found that the parts that should be there were all there, and immediately checked the mountain bike with a hundred times more detail. This car was bought by him from a classmate for 30 yuan, and it was changed several times, and it was so old that it was not in order. At the beginning, Chen Mo saw that it was a famous brand, and thought that he had picked up a treasure, but later realized that "Futuda" and "Fujida" were not the same mother at all.

The copycat mount was stiff this time, and the scratched frame was slightly dented and deformed, which was fine. Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief, took off the cracked cotton gloves, looked at them for a long time, and had to throw them away, but he didn't care about the fleshy hands.

He only sent four orders today, two yuan each, and if he bought a new pair of gloves, it would be equivalent to one of them being made for nothing.

This annoyed him.

It's already cold in Yancheng in December, and I'm afraid there won't be a second courier willing to go back and forth between the city and the suburbs to earn a meagre two yuan. "Feida" under the banner of the express company, in fact, it is so small that it can not be smaller, and the boss in order to grab business, stipulates that no matter how far the road is, no more money. Chen Mo is a newcomer, so it is naturally not strange to have a thankless job. He has always been willing to endure hardships in his work, and he has never complained about it, and the boss has taken a fancy to this and kept him through the probationary period.

It was already past nine o'clock when he returned to the city, and Chen Mo went to the courier company to hand over as usual. As soon as the settlement clerk Lao Wang saw him, he laughed: "What's the matter, fell into the mud pit?" ”

"Don't mention it." Chen Mo opened his backpack and flipped out a few express orders, but then suddenly screamed.

Lao Wang was inexplicable, poked his head over, and saw that a courier carton in Chen Mo's bag had been crushed, obviously accidentally made this during the crash, but he didn't notice it at the time.

"It's not that dead order, is it?" Lao Wang sat back again, clasping his feet by the heater.

"It's over." Chen Mo frowned.

A dead order is a jargon that refers to goods that cannot be delivered. The carton in Chen Mo's hand has been with him for more than a month, and he sent it over according to the filled "No. 73 East Shufang Road", but there is no such person as "Cao Bingchan" at all, and the contact number is empty. The sender's address is only the town where it is located, and the name of the person is not even written, let alone the phone number.

Unable to contact both sides, Chen Mo had to take the courier box with him, and every time he delivered to the vicinity of East Shufang Road, he would always inquire about Cao Bingchan's whereabouts by the way. It took a lot of trouble to do this, but after all, I still couldn't find the other party.

"What's in there?" Lao Wang asked with a grin.

Chen Mo took out the tattered cardboard box, and a pair of gloves slipped out by himself, large and thick, like the kind worn by coal miners. Lao Wang glanced at it casually, raised the hand that had just finished buckling his foot, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, and let out a pleasant sigh, "Xiao Chen, this package is rotten, I think the report file is still lost, and it is thankless to save it." ”

"It's still there, how can it be considered lost?" Chen Mo was stunned and said.

"You young people do things like a tendon to the end, and you don't know how many turns your brain takes!" Lao Wang shook his head, "After such a long time, no one has called to ask for this list!" It's just a pair of broken gloves, and it's not insured! I don't think it's okay for people to send things, what are you doing blindly? Listen to Uncle Wang's words, it's right to report the loss, it's a hundred, I have to make a note every day in the province, and the trouble is to death. ”

"Isn't that good?" Chen Mo always felt a little unable to do it.

Lao Wang flipped out the crumpled company rules and regulations and threw them in front of him, "I've been in this business for more than ten years, don't I know better than you?" Take a look for yourself, you can't vote for a dead order, you can't return it, and the company can't help keep it for a lifetime! There are some things that can't be written on the surface, you can just look at the price of the internal fine - any dead order that is not insured and a penalty of 20 yuan for loss is written, right? Today, I will do a good thing to the end, help you out of ten yuan, you take ten yuan yourself, and take the things with the box, and now it is about the same price to buy a pair of gloves outside, right? ”

"I'm only two dollars for cotton!" Chen Mo's eyes narrowed.

"So what are you going to do? Doing things so well, how can I let people give you more work in the future? Lao Wang was annoyed, he was the uncle of the company's small boss, and he was quite confident in saying this.

Chen Mo thought about it, but he had to admit that he was unlucky, and took the gloves with him when he left. Lao Wang hummed a tune, tore up the loss report that he had just written, and then put the ten yuan left by Chen Mo into his pocket.

He has been in this business for more than ten years, and some places are indeed much clearer than Chen Mo.

As usual, Bedroom 206 was brightly lit. A few lazy guys didn't go to the evening self-study, and when they saw Chen Mo getting rid of himself as a mud monkey, they were so frightened that they threw the cards in their hands and gathered around to ask questions.

"I was hit by a motorist, it's fine." Chen Mo smiled bitterly.

Fortunately, Chen Mo had a big bag bulging on his head and didn't speak. Those who poured hot water poured hot water, and those who took towels took towels. Wang Wei, nicknamed "Fat Man", took out a bottle of safflower oil from the cabinet, poured some and rubbed it in his palm, and assumed the posture of a martial arts master to cheer luck.

"I see it...... I saw ......" Wang Wei half-closed his eyes, rubbed Chen Mo's head for a moment, and suddenly seemed to have an understanding, "That's not Mo, it's the greatest secret weapon in human history!" ”

With the boos, the "hidden weapon" smashed at him from all directions, all slippers.

Wang Fatzi has been a little crazy since he revisited the Hong Kong film "East Becomes West". The last time he was cooking in the cafeteria, he played "The Sea is Immeasurable" with a rice bowl in his hand, and ended up throwing a poached egg on the bald head of the director of the Political and Educational Department. The director of the political and educational department is surnamed Luo, known as "King Luo Yan", and he was about to go crazy on the spot with the poached eggs that were still hot, and when he saw that it was Wang Wei who was in trouble, he suppressed his anger with great difficulty. Wang Wei's father is a surgeon in Yancheng Hospital, and a few years ago, Luo Yanwang's wife gave birth to a child and was hospitalized, and Lao Wang helped a lot.

Wang Wei has always had no shortage of safflower oil, Yunnan Baiyao, iodine wine or something in his cabinet, in his father's words, this is called being prepared. The six people in the dormitory are all the most energetic age, and they usually rub and bump into each other. Wang Wei himself has always cherished his life, and he even walked steadily, but he didn't use it once.

"Okay, fatty, don't rub it, do you have a grudge against me or what?" Chen Mo pushed Wang Wei away, changed his clothes and leaned on the bed, only then did he realize that the bones in his whole body were hurting.

"I told you not to send the courier, and I still didn't listen. Two dollars a single order, is it worth it to spend so much effort? Wang Wei said with a grin.

"Chen Mo still has to provide for his sister to study, how can he be like you, relying on his mother and son, he won't worry about anything." The little four-eyed on the bed next door immediately sprayed him.

"The fat man doesn't have a backache when he stands and talks!"

"Where does he have a waist?"

"Haha, it's no waist, just have a ** belly."

Among several people, Wang Wei's family background is the best, and he is usually "taken care of" by the focus. At this time, he was attacked by a group, and he didn't move, looking at Xiao Si's eyes with a thief smile, "The young man is developing well, let me check your chest muscles?" ”

"your grandma, it's here again!" Everyone laughed and scolded.

Wang Wei didn't go to play cards again, but sat on Chen Mo's bed to help him bandage his broken hands, and lowered his voice, "Seriously, don't do it!" How much can you earn by courier? It's a big deal, I'm going to beg my son to ask him to find you a part-time job in the hospital. ”

"No, how free the courier is, I finally found this job." Chen Mo shook his head, not wanting to owe him favors.

"When you change your mind, when you look for me." Wang Wei said again.

On the surface, this fat man can pinch two handfuls, but in fact he is quite scheming, and Chen Mo is the only one in the whole bedroom. When I was just in my first year of high school, the sports students upstairs came to smoke cigarettes, and I didn't know where I heard the news, knowing that the fat man's family was rich, so he insisted on buying a proud one. The fat man didn't do it, and the cow and the big man went to the corridor to pick up a red brick, luckily, and smashed it into two with one punch, and the back of his hand was not even broken with a piece of oil. The fat man was so frightened that he was about to give in, but he didn't expect Chen Mo to also run to pick up a brick, and he smashed it down with the same punch, and the flesh and blood flew up with the brick chips.

A few special students were stunned for a long time, and left without letting go of the fart, and no one has come to the door of the 206 dormitory since then. When asked why he wanted to come out, Chen Mo, who was dressed rustically, only said: "After he blackmailed you, he designated to blackmail me, and it is better to ask for money than to take my life." ”

Wang Wei has been convinced since then.

It was almost ten o'clock when the lights went out, and the fat man hadn't finished bandaging it, and the gauze was wrapped in a mess, and it was always falling down after the tie. Chen Mo was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes, so he took out the pair of "miner's gloves" that he had spent ten yuan in exchange for from his bag and put them on his hands.

"It's going down." The fat man smacked his lips in satisfaction when he saw that the gauze was pressed tightly.

Chen Mo slept very unsteadily that night, and in his dream, he also felt that his two hands were burning and seemed to be bleeding. When it was dawn, he opened his eyes in a daze, and saw that he was completely sleepy and stunned.

The gloves were gone, along with the layers of gauze, and a small pile of charred black on the floor next to the bed looked like the remains of burnt cloth.

And all the bruised wounds on both hands have completely healed.

Chen Mo wondered if he was still dreaming, and when he reached out to touch it, he was even more dumbfounded. When he was a child, he used to play with candle oil on his fingers, and the feeling of his hands touching each other was like a film of oil.

"What is this...... Chen Mo shuddered, touched the wrist of his left hand little by little, and lifted a layer of completely transparent "skin" upward.

After tearing it off, he realized that the gloves were still there. It's just that it's thinner, lighter, and it's invisible.

Chen Mo was stunned, and the little four-eyed who had just gotten up was fighting with Shao Datou again, and the slippers he threw out were off the mark, and he flew straight to this side. Chen Mo subconsciously raised his right hand to block it, and vaguely felt that the glove that had not yet been taken off trembled, as if a faint current was released, and even the whole arm was numb. The palm of his hand first lightly blocked the shoe, and then slapped it on the bar of the wire bed.

The whole wire bed shook violently, the shorts and socks hanging on the top bunk flew up together, the foot of the bed grinded out a tooth-aching moan on the concrete floor, and the bed bar that Chen Mo slapped was actually dented, as if it had just been smashed by an eight-pound sledgehammer.

There was silence in the bedroom, and the little four eyes were holding Shao Datou, and the two of them were almost scared to pee.

After a long time, the fat man trotted over, raised Chen Mo's right hand and arm and looked at it for a long time, spat it up, and wiped it vigorously, "I'm grass!" Senior brother, what kind of courier do you usually send? Still recruiting?! ”