Chapter 235 Old Street
There were sparse ivy hanging on the mottled, gray walls, and dark green moss growing in clumps at the foot of the house and in the gutter. The original color of the cement slabs of the gutter was almost unrecognizable, and it was filled with foamy dirty water and damp soil, giving off a strange smell.
The middle of the road is still clean, but there is a lot of garbage on both sides of the road: plastic bags, small pieces of wood, wrapping paper, melon seed shells, rotten vegetable leaves, etc. Sometimes the shops on the street will directly pour out the dirty water, and almost everyone on the road has to carefully choose a cleaner place to walk. There are also those who don't care and step directly into the dirty water in slippers, and the exposed skin from toes to calves is all black.
There was no distinction between motor vehicle lanes and pedestrian lanes on the road. People and cars were mixed together. At any time, there were people rushing to the middle of the road as if they were committing suicide, regardless of whether there were oncoming vehicles. There were also children who were several years old kicking a ball in the middle of the road. Such road conditions were enough to make impatient drivers angry to death, but no matter how angry they were, they could only move slowly at a speed slower than walking, and the irritable horn sounded through the sky.
Behind the dirty curtains, there was the clattering sound of mahjong tiles being rubbed, and someone drunkenly yelled "Wu Kuishou, 666!" Wine glasses were clashing, tables were being pulled and chairs were being dragged, and two burly men were wrestling and rolling out of a store, all the way to the street. Dozens of people surrounded them in an instant, and excited laughter came from the crowd, which immediately caused the traffic on the already congested road to be completely blocked.
The streets were narrow and the soundproofing was poor. One could clearly hear a woman cursing from a certain building. The curses were completely non-overlapping and one could almost imagine her with her hands on her hips and spitting. Many men sat under the eaves of the roadside with bare chests, chatting lazily. They all had some hideous tattoos and looked like bad guys. Occasionally, when they saw a decent-looking woman walking by, they would whistle, only to be met with a nonchalant glare or curse. An old man with an almost bald head was puffing on a pipe, squinting his eyes, wearing a coat, and exuding the smell of dying wood. His cloudy eyes had a kind of insight into the world.
No matter how gorgeous and developed a city is, there is always a corner that accommodates some people who seem to be left behind by time and civilization. The old street of City A plays such a role. At first glance, this place seems to be a miniature of the sugar country that has gone back 50 years. Only by paying close attention can you see the shadow of modern civilization, such as the new mobile phones, electric cars covered with mud, and laptops placed on wobbly small wooden tables.
Rong Yuan would never step into a place that was always directly associated with the words "dirty, messy and poor" unless it was necessary. But the fact was that this was his third time in this place.
The first time, he and Shao Baoer fled here; the second time, he came to this place and wanted to kill Wang Chunshan but failed; this was the third time, he came here at Jin Nan’s invitation.
The crows have become history. Jin Nan has not been heard from for some time, probably because he went to deal with this matter. Noah has been monitoring the progress and has not found that the government departments have deliberately made things difficult for the black chess or trapped them. They really let them go and deal with the aftermath. After a period of mutual testing and consideration, the black chess people have already decided to stay or go. The last gathering was to attend the wedding of Zhou Dong and Gong Lan in a small town. Perhaps some of them still have complaints and are reluctant to give up the free life they once lived in the rain of bullets, but in the end, most people still accepted this result with gratitude.
After coming back, Jin Nan occasionally visited Rong Yuan, sometimes to chat, sometimes to go out for a stroll, and would bring small gifts for Amyrida. If Rong Yuan hadn't confirmed that he didn't have that intention, he would have almost thought that he was pursuing her or Amyrida.
Jin Nan was a great person to chat with. He wasn't as good at livening up the atmosphere as Jin Yang, making any topic interesting, but he was well-informed and knowledgeable, making people feel that there was almost nothing he didn't know, and he was well-organized, meaningful, and always got to the point without a word of nonsense. This made his conversation have a unique charm even if his tone was flat and lacked ups and downs, and his expression was cold and rarely changed, making people unable to help but listen carefully and think attentively, and unknowingly engraved everything he said in their hearts.
——If he becomes a teacher, he will definitely become a very good teacher, right?
Rong Yuan sometimes thought so. He also felt that not everyone was as smart as them, and perhaps people with low IQs would not be able to understand what they were saying. If he were to understand the existence of idiots, his conversation would not be so interesting.
This thought only flashed through his mind. Rong Yuan knew that someone like Jin Nan would never be an ordinary teacher; just as he also knew that this person came to him not just for a simple chat.
I just hope that when , the scene won’t be too ugly.
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"Do you care about your appetite?" Rong Yuan asked directly, dissatisfied with the surrounding environment. The reason why he said this was because Jin Nan invited him here because there was a restaurant with particularly good food.
“Life is nothing more than food and clothing. If you don’t even know how to enjoy delicious food, then half of the meaning of living is lost,” Jin Nan said casually.
"You'd say the same thing to those girls who are trying to lose weight." Rong Yuan didn't care. "For me, as long as food can provide enough energy, the taste doesn't matter at all."
“You put it that way…” Jin Nan smiled, “Are you really not just making excuses for your poor cooking skills?”
Rong Yuan's face darkened and he asked, "Did Jin Yang tell you all this?"
"He often said that when he was a kid." Recalling the cute little Jin Yang, Jin Nan's smile deepened, "We've heard of your great name for a long time. Our whole family has wanted to meet you for a long time."
Rong Yuan imagined how Jin Yang would describe himself to his family when he was a child. Most importantly, he suddenly remembered that he had told Jin Yang a very ridiculous lie. He imagined how the Jin family would react when they heard Jin Yang's serious retelling of the story. Rong Yuan was stunned for a moment, feeling embarrassed. Suddenly, his ears moved, and he turned around and walked straight towards a black car parked on the side of the road.
Jin Nan didn't understand, but didn't ask. He stopped and turned to look at him.
Rong Yuan walked to the side of the car, seemed to take a look inside, then took out a key chain from his waist and pressed it against the car window. I don't know how he did it, but with a "bang", the whole car window shattered.
The old street looked noisy and chaotic, but it had its own system. As soon as Rong Yuan and Jin Nan, two outsiders who were out of tune with the old street, entered, there were always eyes staring at them. Rong Yuan's move was fair and unexpected, and everyone who was looking at him was stunned for a moment.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Someone heard the sound of glass breaking, turned around and saw Rong Yuan standing by the car with the broken window and reaching his hand inside, and immediately shouted.
"Oh my God! Someone stole my car!" A woman in her forties or fifties screamed in an extremely tragic voice, grabbed a broom and rushed over.
Although Jin Nan didn't know the reason behind Rong Yuan's action, he subconsciously stepped in front of them and tried to block the angry crowd that surrounded them.
Rong Yuan ignored all this, stretched out his hand to open the car door from the inside, and got in. When he came out, he was holding a two or three-year-old child in his arms. His face was red, his breathing was rapid, his eyes were closed, his apple-like round face was covered with sweat, and his hands and feet were still twitching unconsciously.
The voices shouting "Catch the thief" stopped instantly.
Rong Yuan looked around, carried the child into a small restaurant, and casually said, "The child has a heat stroke, bring some cool water and a towel."
Without waiting for anyone to respond, he placed the child on an empty table, laid him on his back, and undressed him. The people in the old street were protective and xenophobic. No one remembered the window that Rong Yuan had broken, and they all came in and looked at the child with concern. The woman holding the broom came closer to take a look and shouted, "Isn't this Xiao Wu's Duoduo?"
"Hey, it's this kid."
"He's so sick, shouldn't he be sent to the hospital?"
"Cool him down first."
"Cold water is coming! Cold water is coming!" The little girl in the restaurant came over hurriedly, holding a basin of water with a towel on it. Everyone made way for her, and the woman dropped her broom and took it, twisting the towel and wiping the child's body. Someone else took some cooling oil and rubbed it on the child's temples and philtrum.
Seeing that someone had already accepted it and there was nothing wrong with the first aid measures, Rong Yuan stepped out of the crowd, took a tissue from the dining table, wiped his hands and walked out. When he looked up, Jin Nan was standing outside the door, looking at him with bright and gentle eyes.
"What's wrong?" Rong Yuan walked up to him and asked.
"Nothing." Jin Nan said, glancing at the unattended black car, he could see large sweat stains and some vomit on the seats. Looking closely, there were some messy handprints on the other side of the window, but with so many people coming and going on the road, no one noticed that there was a child locked in the car.
Except Rong Yuan.
Rong Yuan also looked at the car and said, "The temperature outside today is 27 degrees, and it feels at least 50 degrees inside the car. Leaving such a young child in the car is no different from killing someone." Older children, if specifically instructed by their parents, may climb into the front seat and honk the horn for help.
As soon as the words fell, a young couple in pajamas and slippers rushed into the restaurant, crying and shouting, "Darling" and "Baby". Behind them, an old lady, holding her waist, also ran over crying and cursing.
"Let's go." Rong Yuan said.
Jin Nan asked, "Is the car gone?"
"Is saving his child's life not worth a car window?"
"Don't you want to stay and see what happens next?" After all, the child is not out of danger yet.
"I won't die." Rong Yuan said, then felt something was wrong and asked, "Do you want to see it?"
"No... You're right. We've done everything we can. There's nothing we can do about the rest." Jin Nan made a decision, "Let's go eat."
