Chapter Fifty-Seven: This Life Is Considered a Blank Head

The old lady looked at him like a rotten log.

"Young man, you're a little ignorant!"

The old lady looked at Da Zhuang with an expression of hatred, "Thirty can represent your apology, can it show your determination to reflect, can it help you recover your girlfriend?" ”

"Such a beautiful little girl, even I feel distressed when I see it, why can you bear it?" The old lady looked at Da Zhuang with a look of disdain.

Da Zhuang's expression became more and more strange, and he felt that the direction of things was slowly becoming a little strange.

But at this time, he had no other way but to bow his head and listen patiently to the old lady's teachings.

"Do you think this so-called thirty is really just thirty yuan? What's more important is your attitude! ”

The old lady's face was full of anger, and her wrinkled hands slapped the countertop angrily, making a snapping sound.

The bar was in disrepair and swaying, and it seemed that it was about to collapse completely in the next moment.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Da Zhuang was completely dazed.

Even he couldn't figure out what the old lady meant, and it was clear that the question was a bit too much for him......

"Do you think I'll give her such an ordinary room for a little girl? Of course it's the best and safest on my side! The old lady's eyes lit up, "It's just that when I saw her soft and weak appearance, I was embarrassed to ask her to charge more." ”

After speaking, she stared at Da Zhuang without saying a word.

It's just that look in that look that instantly made Da Zhuang feel extremely empty.

But he also knew that the old lady's meaning was quite obvious: if you want to live, you can, but you have to add money.

Touching his somewhat shriveled pockets, Da Zhuang felt that he was really on the money bar today, the gangsters in front made trouble, and the old dog in the back was a demon, and now he was going to be touched by this old lady again.

Yes, Da Zhuang is sure that this old lady is taking the opportunity to touch porcelain.

She obviously grasped it, and he had to live in this room, and then began to ask for a sky-high price.

But the problem is that he can't just turn around and leave.

Vaguely, he felt as if he had been arranged, but he couldn't say anything specific, although his face was still a little hesitant, but his hand was unconsciously stretched into his trouser pocket.

"Ten more pieces, no more!" Da Zhuang gritted his teeth and took out ten yuan from his pocket and slapped it on the countertop.

The old lady's face was full of disdain, "One hundred, no two prices, even bargaining, heh, scumbag!" ”

Her expression was full of disdain, and she couldn't stop looking at her big mature body.

"Sixty, it really can't be more!" Da Zhuang was ruthless, took out another twenty, and slapped it in front of her, "I have to save some money for breakfast tomorrow!" ”

And the old lady's face was also full of fierceness, "Seventy, it's my bottom line, at most I'll give you another ......"

After speaking, I saw that the old lady quickly took out a plastic package from the drawer and threw it in front of him.

Da Zhuang was stunned for a moment, isn't this plastic-wrapped thing in front of him just a ...... A little raincoat?

Then he looked at the old lady Zhizhu's expression...... Da Zhuang, compromised.

"Seventy is seventy!" Da Zhuang sighed, took out the remaining banknotes from his trouser pocket, and pushed them in front of the old lady, "You won!" ”

"What you win, it's you who wins!"

The old lady had a victorious expression on her face and pushed a key in front of him, "The check-out time is generally twelve o'clock at noon, considering that you are young and in good health, let's just two o'clock in the afternoon, and I won't charge you more!" ”

After speaking, she grabbed the money on the table in her hands with lightning speed.

That speed, even if Da Zhuang seems to be a little ashamed.

"Go ahead! The room was at the end of the second floor! The old lady's expression was full of subtlety, and some of it was meaningful.

Da Zhuang lowered his head and took the key.

"Eh, wait!" The old lady smiled and shook the plastic package, "Remember to take it away, it's not enough for me to have ...... here."

Da Zhuang's face flushed with shame in an instant, and he randomly stuffed the small raincoat into his pocket, blushing, and ran upstairs without looking back.

Looking at the back of Da Zhuang who fled in the wilderness, the old lady looked relieved, "Young...... That's great! ”

After speaking, she sat down again, her eyes were lost, perhaps, she also thought of her young self?

Da Zhuang ran up to the second floor out of breath, and the confrontation with the old lady made him almost use all his remaining strength...... It's even more tiring than a long day in the kitchen.

“201…… 205…… It's here! ”

What appeared in front of him was an extremely dilapidated door, the crooked door number barely adorned on it, as if it could fall down later, and the mottled lines, under the dim light of the corridor, there was a sense of horror movie.

Da Zhuang looked at everything in front of him with a strange expression, he had no doubt that if he used so much more force, perhaps, without using the key, he could easily break into the door.

Looking at Room 213 on the side, it seemed to be no different from his room, and the entire corridor was silent, without any movement.

"She should have slept long ago now!" Da Zhuang sighed and looked at everything in front of him in a daze.

"The ...... of this day"

With that, he opened the door and lay down on the bed silently......

There was a subtle feeling in his mood...... He doesn't know what's wrong with him, it's just that everything he does, no matter how you look at it, is a bit nonsensical.

And only now, he gradually eased up a little, and covered his head speechlessly, "I'm ...... What was done? ”

He always felt that everything that happened today was like a dream.

Otherwise, at this time, shouldn't he have returned to his cramped rental house a long time ago, regardless of the 6,000 words a day?

But...... Until now, he still couldn't afford to think of codewords.

It's not that I'm slacking, it's just a little bit unmotivated.

There is also light snow...... His expression froze, and he always seemed to see in her a shadow in the depths of a memory that had long been forgotten but had always been buried deeply.

Obviously, the two people are completely different, but they give him a ...... It's a very familiar feeling.

"Is that you?"

"You don't want me to forget you, so on a night like this, you appeared!"

"I've thought I've forgotten you countless times, but why ......?"

Standing up dejectedly, Wan Hongzhuang walked to the window like a walking corpse, and there was no trace of pedestrians on the road, and even the car took a long time to see one, speeding by without stopping......

It's like time.

Outside the window, the snow was still falling in and out, and there was no sign of stopping.

"If he is drenched in snow together, he will be white-headed in this life."

"You say yes, Xiaoyu."