"Who are you?" Dong Qiangqiang didn't hear the other party's voice. He secretly wondered: How could someone call him in Chinese before he even gave his mobile phone number to his language class classmates who were studying in other cities?
"I'm Jin Yuan. Where are you?" A deep voice came from the phone.
"Jin Yuan?" Dong Qiangqiang couldn't help shouting, "I'm at the university. Where are you?"
"Did you see the horse in front of the main building?"
"Well, I saw it. You..."
"12 o'clock sharp. See you next door." After Jin Yuan finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Dong Qiangqiang held the phone and was confused as to what kind of medicine Jin Yuan was selling in his gourd. He looked down at his watch. It was already 11:25. The food he had eaten for breakfast had been digested unconsciously, and now his stomach was growling with hunger.
He looked around and saw what seemed to be a mobile phone store on a street two hundred meters away. He quickly ran over, quickly recharged his mobile phone card, and bought another portion at the Turkish kebab restaurant next door. Large roujiamo set.
At 11:55, Dong Qiangqiang sat on a bench not far from the galloping horse statue, eating meat buns with big mouthfuls, while paying attention to Jin Yuan's figure.
There was a little more beef tendon in the Roujiamo, which made Dong Qiangqiang feel a little stuffed.
To his surprise, Jin Yuan did not show up until 12:15.
This guy is so unreliable. Dong Qiangqiang stood up while thinking about it, patted the dirt on his butt, and planned to throw the garbage in his hand into the trash can on the roadside.
When he passed a tree beside the stone road, someone from behind the tree suddenly called him in a low voice: "Hey!"
Dong Qiangqiang turned around and saw a young man wearing a peaked cap, a pair of black sunglasses on his nose, and two band-aids on his face. He was carrying a backpack, leaning against a tree and waving to him.
"Jin Yuan?" Dong Qiangqiang was startled and quickly walked to the tree in three steps and two steps at a time. When he got closer, he discovered that Jin Yuan's face was bruised and purple, and there was a bloody scab under his mouth and on his neck. There are bruises all over.
"You? How did you end up like this?" Dong Qiangqiang couldn't believe his eyes, "A fight?"
Jin Yuan snorted, said nothing, and lit a cigarette.
Seeing that the other party didn't answer, Dong Qiangqiang immediately changed the subject: "I've been to the house you helped me find, but the landlord said he didn't receive the money." He paused and stared at Jin Yuan's sunglasses, as if he wanted to see the other person's presence. Thinking, "What's going on?"
Jin Yuan held the cigarette in his mouth, lowered his head and took out an envelope from his coat pocket, handing it to Dong Qiangqiang.
Dong Qiangqiang took the envelope suspiciously and asked while opening it: "What is this?"
Jin Yuan puffed out smoke, as if making up his mind.
Dong Qiangqiang took out a pile of banknotes from the envelope: "This is it?"
Jin Yuan threw the cigarette butt to the ground, crushed it with his feet, looked at the ground and said slowly: "There are 4,000 marks in it, which is considered compensation." As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left.
Dong Qiangqiang felt like a monk Zhang Er was confused: "This...Jin Yuan, what on earth is going on?"
Jin Yuan's figure slowly disappeared at the end of the blue-gray stone road.
The other party took 3,700 marks from me and said he would use it for renting a house but failed to rent it, leaving him without a house to live in. Now he inexplicably returned 4,000 marks to him. What on earth is this?
Dong Qiangqiang didn't know what Jin Yuan had gone through during this period. The fact was that he didn't have time to care too much. He knew in his heart that if he didn't hurry up, he would have to sleep on the street tonight, but he really didn't want to sleep on the train again. Station (although he didn't actually sleep in the train station the first night).
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Lu Wei was right. Bismarck Street is indeed easy to find. You can find it four or five streets away.
Still far away, Dong Qiangqiang heard various sounds coming from the front. Accompanied by the noise are bustling crowds and traffic moving slowly forward.
Following the flow of people, Dong Qiangqiang walked to a small temporary gate set up in a square. The first thing that caught his eye was people of different skin colors, as well as a variety of fruits and vegetables.
Isn't it a second-hand goods market? How does it feel like a farmer's market? Dong Qiangqiang was a little surprised, and he walked into the market casually.
The flea market occupies a large part of the square. Dong Qiangqiang walked for a while and gradually walked out of the agricultural trade area and entered the daily necessities trading area.
He thought that foreigners would only trade some ordinary second-hand goods here, but he did not expect that there were all kinds of second-hand goods: in addition to all kinds of old porcelain, old electrical appliances, old bicycles, old clothes, old wine barrels, there were even old carriages and cars. Such large items. It is simply two worlds from the agricultural trade area. He looked at them casually, reaching out to touch them from time to time, and chatting with the sellers. The more he walked around, the more interesting they became.
At a corner stall, Dong Qiangqiang suddenly saw a boxy machine with a cover covered with loose soil. His eyes lit up, and he immediately stepped forward and gently wiped away the loose soil with his hands. Through the dark gray translucent cover, he could see a disc-shaped object inside, and a small rectangular box next to it. .
Seeing the black letters "REVOX" engraved under the machine, Dong Qiangqiang immediately recognized it as a vinyl record player.
"Can this still be used?" He did not open the cover rashly, but carefully touched the fuselage. "How much does it cost?"
The stall owner is a bald man with a typical German face. He held his thick lenses with his hands, glanced at Dong Qiangqiang, and snorted like a mosquito: "500 marks."
Looking at the record player, he couldn't help but think of those happy times when he got together with friends from China and listened to vinyl. What a good thing, Dong Qiangqiang thought to himself.
"Can it be cheaper?" he asked tentatively.
The German uncle seemed not to hear what he said, and turned away proudly, ignoring him.
Feeling bored, Dong Qiangqiang turned around angrily and continued to look for people who might rent out the house.
When it was almost 17:00 in the afternoon, the stall owners in the flea market began to close their stalls, and the tourists began to leave one after another. The event seemed to be over.
Dong Qiangqiang followed the crowd out of the square dejectedly. It seemed that he would have to spend another night in McDonald's tonight.
When he passed a bookstall, he suddenly heard a woman on the far left saying sternly in Chinese: "Chen Dahu! You broke up with me because of this woman, do you still have a conscience?"
Hearing the sound, Dong Qiangqiang's mind immediately pictured the face of the woman wearing a khaki trench coat. He followed the sound and looked to the side, but his sight was blocked by a green canvas wrapped outside another stall.
He walked towards the green canvas curiously, and suddenly two slaps sounded in his ears, the sound was clean and crisp.
When Dong Qiangqiang stood next to the green canvas, he saw Wu Xiaoxi again.
