I want to be a good person

"Seeing that you are in a difficult situation, I will show my kindness in return. Give me three big pieces and the ticket will be yours."

"Hey, okay, um, brother, where are you from?"

"Hebei Land"

"Oh, aren't the Japanese here?"

“Yeah, so I sold the store and came back.”

"Oh, big brother is awesome"

"That's right, you have to pay. Chatting also costs money."

"Ah, how about we talk about this kid?"

Zhang Aiguo thought mischievously that he was a member of the 50-cent party in his previous life and now he is here to lower the price.

“Who has time to chat with you?”

Zhang Aiguo handed over three big coins and got the train ticket.

"Thank you, brother."

Zhang Aiguo kept asking people questions at the exit of the bus station. During this time, he also noticed the movement behind him. Someone approached to listen to what he was saying.

The inside and outside of the station have always been a place where filth and dirt are hidden, with poor public security. Thefts, bag snatching, robbery, fraud, trafficking and other methods of committing crimes are diverse and are always in pursuit of change and innovation.

However, since I didn't interfere with their business, I didn't take it to heart.

He collected the ticket and turned to leave, with a few people quietly following him.

At the police station, Zhang Aiguo bowed his head and asked to register his household registration.

The black-skinned policeman at the police station had a serious face. He leaned back in his chair and listened with his eyes squinting.

"Where are you from? What are you doing here?"

"Boss, I'm a student. I ran away from Rehe to seek refuge with my relatives. The Japanese are coming, so I have to run away."

Heipi stretched out a finger and pointed at him: "Damn it, the Japanese are coming, why are you running? Are you going to join the army to fight the Japanese? You are running because you always like to run. They can finish the fight in seven days."

"Boss, I've never touched a gun before. Besides, aren't soldiers the only ones who fight in wars? Their commander has led the retreat, and you can't let me fight the devils with my bare hands. At least I have a firewood stick."

"Damn it, you still don't accept it"

"Boss, I'm not dissatisfied. This is the situation."

"Tell me about your relatives?"

"My uncle. I haven't seen him since I was a child. My mother asked me to come. My brother is still at home."

As he spoke, he took out a handful of unopened Hardmen cigarettes and handed them over. Then he took out a pack of Jiaoyun brand cigarettes, took out a cigarette and handed it over, then struck a match and lit it for the other person.

"call"

The other party took a breath, spit out an eye circle, and floated towards Zhang Aiguo.

"Well, you are quite capable, where is the ticket?"

He stood up, took the Jiaoyun brand cigarettes from Zhang Aiguo's hand, and took away the matches as well.

“Where’s the ticket?”

"Sold it, three big guys, bought cigarettes"

“Who did you sell it to?”

"A fat man said he wanted to get reimbursed for the bill"

"Where's the household registration certificate? Where's the travel permit?"

"Boss, I lost it on the bus, it was stolen, only one ticket was left, luckily the item was hidden"

"Oh, so unlucky"

"Yeah, these damn thieves, their consciences have been eaten by dogs. There were so many people at that time, I don't know how they disappeared."

"Okay, pay first, three dollars."

“Oh, it’s so expensive.”

"Why not?"

"Yes, yes, yes"

"What's your name?"

"Ma Xiaoshu"

"How big?"

"18"

"native place"

"Rehe Chengde"

As the other party's handwriting turned over, a man named Ma Xiaoshu completed the registration.

After walking out of the police station, Zhang Aiguo looked at the registration certificate in his hand. He finally had an identity. Why was he called Ma Xiaoshu? It was destined to be this way.

The next step is to buy a small house as an anchor for myself in this world, although I am destined to drift and wander in the future.

People's hearts need a place to rest and a thought, which is also the meaning of the existence of religion.

Usually when parents are around, they are the anchor; when parents are not around, the wife and children become the anchor.

The sun is very bright and warm, and I try my best to expose everything to the sun.

The snow on the ground reflected the light, which made my eyes uncomfortable. I don’t know if it was because I had seen too much darkness under the white, or because the light was refracted many times and it was dazzling.

Zhang Aiguo tightened his clothes and wondered who to turn to.

As the saying goes, "Money makes the devil work, but without money, even the devil won't open the door."

Eat when you should eat and drink when you should drink. Why think so much about rebirth?

Enjoy yourself and learn from Mr. Ji, but all real Chinese people have one obsession - fight the Japanese whenever and wherever possible!

Keyboard warriors are also a different kind of heroes, compared to the pro-Japan banana people.

The snow on the road had not melted so quickly and the road was very muddy. When Zhang Aiguo walked over, mud had already covered his trouser legs. He waited for a long time but did not see a rickshaw.

My new pants got dirty and no one came to wash them for me in the middle of winter.

In a hurry, I wanted to take bus 11.

Someone was more thoughtful than he thought.

Soon a man in a short cotton jacket came running over pulling a rickshaw.

Zhang Aiguo waved.

"rickshaw"

The car stopped in front of him and the handlebars were lowered to make it easier for the guests to get on.

Zhang Aiguo stepped forward and sat on it.

"Where are you going, sir?"

"Looking for a dental clinic, buying a house, if you find one, I'll give you a reward"

"Okay, sir, sit down."

"Go, go."

Watching the man stand up, push off with his feet, and start exerting force, the vehicle slowly began to jog.

After Zhang Aiguo got on the bus, he began to read the newspapers taken out from the bathhouse to practice his literacy skills. For some characters, he had to guess by looking up, down, left, and right before he knew what they were. Traditional Chinese characters have many strokes, and the writing is also very flowery. Even after advocating vernacular Chinese for more than ten years, there are still many mixed words in, trying to show his cultural heritage.

There are also gossip news, including actors and movies, celebrities, romantic affairs, finance and politics. The newspapers contain a lot of information and there are no restrictions.

It is normal to put down the newspaper in self-deprecation, and to divert one's gaze when necessary, as is the norm.

"Sir, we're here"

Zhang Aiguo put down the newspaper, looked up and smiled.

This is a dead end alley. The gate on the left is guarded by an iron general and there are no dogs. The couplets on the door are faded and look like old peach charms.

He got off the car and said to the man pulling the car: "This is a good place."

The man pulling the cart waited for him to get off the cart, then untied an iron chain from his waist, which looked like a nine-section whip.

Damn, no wonder he has such strong legs, he must be a martial artist.

Several men surrounded him, wearing short cotton-padded jackets and holding daggers in their hands. The blades were very sharp and flashed cold light when they were swung.

He clasped his hands together, bowed, and began to speak.

"Brothers, what are you doing? If you have something to say, let's talk it over."

"Boy, I forgot what you did at the bus station. I have a bad memory. Do you want me to tell you about it?"

Didn't do anything

"You little bastard, don't behave yourself"

"My goodness, I really don't know. How about you remind me and explain it to me? I can't remember what I did wrong."

"Boy, you entered our territory at the bus station and defrauded us of tolls, thinking you could hide it from us. You overstepped your bounds and robbed us of our business."

"My dear friends, I am not from this profession. I am just a student who came here to seek refuge with my relatives. My dear brothers, please be discerning." "Fuck, he is really dishonest. After a couple of blows, he will lose his temper."