"Zhang Juan?"

The hoarse voice pulled back my stray thoughts, but my mind was still in the space just now, and I didn't react for a while. The other party called again: "Zhang Juan? "I slowed two beats before I realized he was calling me.

I suddenly felt very embarrassed, and casually pinched a name, and I almost forgot about myself. Hurriedly responded: "What's the matter?" ”

"You send this letter to No. 118 Heping Street, to a man named Zhou Tong."

"Huh? Someone you know here? "If I didn't say it sooner, I thought I would have to sleep in this place every night for the rest of the year. It's really the big word "demolition" on the wall, looking at the cautious people, I'm really afraid that the house will fall down if it is not stable, then it will be whimpering.

Sheng Shiyao's expression was very light, and his sweeping gaze was unwavering, "Don't ask too much, after the letter is delivered, if Zhou Tong is here, he will come with you." I'll arrange it later. ”

I nodded, got up and took the letter in his hand, on which the word "Zhou Tong" was written in a very ordinary ballpoint pen. When he saw that I didn't leave immediately, he frowned and asked, "Why don't you go yet?" "I was thinking about how to speak, I didn't know how far away I was to Heping Street, I only had a few dozen yuan left over from the breakfast and medicine I just bought just now, what if the money for a taxi back and forth was not enough?

No matter how I thought about it, my mind floated on my face, and I was peeped at by the other party, only to hear him say lightly: "There are only three stops from here to Heping Street, and you can walk for a maximum of half an hour, and it only costs one dollar to take the bus." The 100 yuan I gave you in the morning should not have been used up yet, so take care of this and bring me a boxed lunch on the way back, and I will pay you for today. ”

As soon as I heard the word remuneration, I immediately pricked up my ears, which was a matter of vital interests, and cheekily asked, "How much will you pay me every day?" ”

Sheng Shiyao was silent, raised his eyes and looked directly at me, "I will give you two hundred yuan every day, including the all-day food consumption, which is controlled by you, and the extra is your reward." ”

I calculated in my heart that this amount was okay, which means that I can get 100 yuan a day, and it will not take a few days to make up enough tickets for the return trip. As for identity documents, there is always a way to find a way, and you can ask how to get a temporary ID card later on.

So I took the letter in my heart and went to find the Zhoutong. After getting on the bus, I suddenly remembered something, since this Sheng Shiyao has someone he knows here, why don't he call directly, but use this most primitive communication method? You must know that in this era of interconnection, there are basically no people who still write letters.

But after thinking about it, maybe there is an address and a name, but no phone? Maybe this Sheng Shiyao has this quirk?

The three-stop road was soon there, and I got off the bus and looked at the sign erected on the side of the road, which was Heping Street. After confirming the next direction, I began to look for it one by one, but when I found No. 116, the road came to an end. Turning forward, it becomes Jiefang Road, and the house numbers are rearranged, and looking at the opposite road, it is not followed by No. 117. Strange, where did the numbers 117 and 118 go?

When I walked into the house at No. 116 and asked, the head of the household said that they had only reached No. 116 on Heping Street, and they had never heard of a person named Zhou Tong. I can't help but be embarrassed, could it be that Sheng Shiyao gave me the wrong address? Not Peace Street?

It was impractical to go back to him and ask him carefully, and in desperation, I had to walk the liberation road all over, and found that this road was even shorter, only to the end of the 90s. I walked back to Heping Street, but if there was a house number of 8, I knocked on the door and asked. I'm afraid that Sheng Shiyao couldn't speak well and reported the wrong house number.

Sure enough, when I asked about the 18th, the head of the household heard me ask about Zhou Tong, and his face changed drastically. As soon as I saw that I had eyebrows, I immediately reported my intentions, but the other party grabbed my arm and asked angrily: "Tell me, where did you hide Xiaotong?" ”