I took a taxi to the door of the warehouse, and the price rose at night, and I cried. The black-haired driver helped me load my things. As he drove down the hill, he said shyly that he also planned to apply for graduate school. I said, where are you from? He said Algeria.

Answering the driver seems to be the new era of social taxi etiquette, but I have never encountered such a difficult problem in a Beijing taxi. After a while, I said, "Coincidentally, I just watched a movie about Algeria this month." It's called the Battle of Algiers, and it's about the rebellion of the Algerian people against French rule in the 60s. His expression was dazed, no more familiar with the topic than I was. I just said, what do you want to learn? He wanted to study architecture.

When I got out of the car, I felt like the world was so big. He helped me move my things out of the car and I wish him all the best in his studies. Load things onto the cart. I found out I didn't have my keys with me.

The surprise was not trivial, and I still had my bank card and student card hanging on my keychain. I think it probably fell on the car, but it wasn't the architect's car, it was the afternoon's car. I took out my phone. It was found that there was no power. For some reason, I didn't bring a charging cable today.

Without a key, I couldn't even get into the apartment building. Apartment management leaves work at 7 o'clock. The security guard didn't know. I was wandering at the garden gate when a jogging neighbor was tying his shoes on the garden steps, and I stopped him and asked him to open an iron gate for me. Five minutes later, I was sitting in front of my house rubbing my wifi. My tablet still has 20% battery and I call my roommate's VoIP and she doesn't answer. I folded up my trench coat and planned to sit in the doorway and wait for her to come back. It was about half past eight. I hadn't contacted home for a long time, so I took the opportunity to make a video call home. My dad asked me how I sat in the stairwell. I said so, and he said what if your roommate doesn't come back, go to the store and ask, recharge it.

So I went upstairs and walked around the street with my bag on my back. The Chinese restaurant was almost closed, but the lady at the front desk kindly let me use her own charging cable. The apple thread was broken to the point where only a thin skin was attached to the bone, but it seemed to work. Twenty minutes later I had a 5% call, and I found out that Lyft agent had sent me an email about a lost and found. I called the driver back and went to voicemail. It was almost half past nine, and I couldn't help but worry that my roommate would not come back. I texted the driver and there was no response. I sent a message to the company and the company told me to contact the driver. I called the apartment emergency number and no one answered.

I walked back to my apartment from the Chinese restaurant, and my jogging neighbors were gone. I sat in a daze at the bus stop in front of the apartment building, hoping that my roommate would pass by on his way home. Next to her came an old lady pushing a simple cart full of money. I said hi, and she asked me in the warm tone of an old man's trembling voice if I was waiting for the bus.

I'm not. I said it again. She was very sympathetic and told me to ask for help over and over again. Forget it, I said, I can wait for my roommate, are you waiting for the car?

She was indeed waiting for the bus, the last train at 9:45. I looked at my phone with a 3% battery and it was already 40. She told me her name. I just remember that it started with G. I said that your family would not pick you up so late, and she said that it was inconvenient for her son and that her husband had a heart condition.

It's nine-fifty. The community bus still hasn't come. She stood up and picked up the cart and planned to walk home. I thought to myself, there is a reason why I sit at the bus stop in the middle of the night. I took the car for the third time today. The old lady hugged me and wanted to kiss me, she was small and kissed me warmly on the neck. I watched the car drive away and wanted to see the driving map on my phone. The mobile phone was slow to respond, and I said please don't don't don't, but at this time, it ran out of battery again.

I ran back to the Chinese restaurant and asked them to let me charge for a few more minutes. The young lady at the front desk got off work, and several male waiters said that they would not let me in if they were closed. I told them that I had lost all my belongings and that I wanted to find out how the elderly were doing at home. I was so anxious that I almost shed tears. As a result, they were indifferent and asked me to go out.

I was so angry that I instantly forgot the kindness of the front desk to recharge my batteries, and decided not to go to their house for dinner again.

Narrow-minded and short-sighted human beings. I probably don't have much hope of cheating investment in the future.

Walking around the street, all the shops were closed. I went back to the entrance of the garden and waited for an opportunity, and when I saw two mothers with their children open the door, I swooped past them and entered the park. They screamed in the back and said, "Hey, you can't just go in." I screamed that I live here. Hop up and down all the way back to your doorstep. I reached into my bag and was going to pull out my tablet to connect to the Internet—

I took a blank slate. The tablet is gone.

I was buzzing in my head very dramatically. First of all, this is my new purchase. Secondly, this is the only channel for me to reach out to the outside right now. In the end, what kind of person would throw away everything in the same day!!

I covered my head and thought about it for a while, thinking that maybe it was in the corner of the Chinese restaurant when I was charging before. I still have a glimmer of hope that no one picks it up or that the restaurant doesn't close. I rushed into the elevator again. When I was in the elevator, I wondered for a moment if it was the old lady who took it. I felt like such a terrible person because I could still feel the hot touch of where she had kissed me before. I rushed into the street at the speed of a 100-meter sprint and plunged headlong into the Chinese restaurant, where the foreman who had driven me away was settling the score, and my tablet was lying in the corner.

I said that thing was mine. I must have a hideous expression. He shrugged. I grabbed my tablet and went out, intending to go to the garden again to see if there would be any unlucky ghosts passing by and my door. Our Lady of Mary. My roommate walked down the street. My little adventure is over.

I called the old lady's driver, okay, still a Beijing driver. I thought of you today. The Beijing buddy said that he sent the old lady home and helped her move things. My long-ago Beijing accent has come out, and I say thank you, thank you. I woke up at five o'clock in the morning and dreamed that I had lost my computer. I crawled to the edge of the bed and touched it. It's still there. I was looking for water to drink, but I only touched a large glass bottle of soda. I sat in the cold air on the edge of my bed, holding a green glass bottle, and gurgled and drank it. I feel like a down-and-out bard, and like a crazy flamingo.

The next morning I got in touch with the driver who had lost something. She said she could bring me the keys back at noon. So I went to class. When I bought breakfast at school, I found that I had no change and lost my bank card. I dug into my bag, and it contained the egg yolk pie that the old lady gave me last night. It's funny, I also eat it in China, and I regret not telling her. I ate it for breakfast.