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Yang thought about it for a while: "It's really similar, but how did you remember to write down the service number of my store last time?"

"I don't have a special record, but because I wrote travel notes on the Internet, I wrote about Judian specifically. I wrote that Xiaoyang's car dealer has a warm, kind and good maintenance owner, and then I added a few pictures of Judian by the way. In addition, I took a picture of your shop sign and posted it on the Internet. Doesn’t the shop sign include your store’s contact number? But I took a photo and posted it on the Internet without your permission, so it shouldn’t matter.”

Yang Hui's eyes flashed and he turned to look at Zhuang Zijing: "Then I'm not a celebrity anymore? You've advertised me online."

"No, I'm not a famous writer, just a little tourist who writes travel notes casually. I just record the beautiful scenery I saw along the way and share it on the Internet." Zhuang Zijing looked at Yang Hui's piercing eyes, I felt a slight shock in my heart, and quickly joked again: "And I also specially wrote about the holes on your pants, two!"

"Uh... Is this also written? But it doesn't matter, the broken hole was when I was making a battery for a customer, I accidentally got the electric water on my pants, and I bit out two holes."

"What water is so powerful?"

"It's just sulfuric acid, dilute sulfuric acid. It's kind of corrosive."

"That's not very dangerous, what if it gets on the skin? Will it burn the skin?" Zhuang Zijing found that maintenance work is actually quite dangerous.Can't help but feel a little worried.

Yang Hui shook his head: "No, just wash it. But you can also show me the travel note you wrote. There are quite a lot of out-of-town tourists who come to my place recently. I'm still surprised. I thought it was a trip to Yunnan recently. It has reached a new level, and there are suddenly more people traveling by motorcycle. It turns out that you are advertising for me. I don’t need to pay you for advertising, do I?”

Zhuang Zijing chuckled: "You don't charge me for meals and accommodation, and you also pick me up for free, how can I charge you for advertising."

Yang Hui nodded: "That's true. That's why good people are rewarded. Why don't you stay here for a few more days, do more advertising for me, and I'll cover your food and lodging."

"It's a beautiful idea." Zhuang Zijing smiled and blinked: "But I can think about it. I just want to find a place where I can eat and live."

Yang Hui looked at Zhuang Zijing seriously, until Zhuang Zijing felt a little embarrassed, and then she said, "Do you think you are like a princess who is fleeing?"

"Have you watched too much TV?" Zhuang Zijing said angrily.

Yang Hui shook his head: "I really think so."

Zhuang Zijing sighed: "It's really an escape, but it's not a princess."

"Why do you want to escape? What is the difficulty?" Yang Hui was very interested in Zhuang Zijing. In fact, such a person came to the town and stayed with him in this way. It is impossible not to be interested. People always have Just curious.

Zhuang Zijing also turned sideways, facing Yang Hui face to face: "I want to escape my troubles."

"Why can't I understand." Yang Hui frowned.

"Actually, I don't really understand. But I know that I lived a life I didn't want. Now that I'm stepping out, I'm not only escaping from my past self, but also looking for my true self." Zhuang Zijing said very seriously.

"Isn't the current you the real you?" Yang Hui was a little dizzy by Zhuang Zijing. Although he vaguely understood what she meant, he felt that these things were a little too mysterious.

"People are always pretending, again and again, over and over again, in order to adapt themselves to this society, so that they can avoid disasters and achieve success in work and life, but they have been pretending for a long time. You will forget what you should look like and what life you want..." Zhuang Zijing was a little emotional.

"Then what do you want?" Yang Hui thinks that life is actually very simple, that is to earn money, and then use the money earned to live a free life. As for pretending, why do people pretend? How can people give up their true self pretending into a different look?

Zhuang Zijing smiled, but didn't know how to answer this question. After thinking for a while, she moved her body and leaned against Yang Hui: "What do I want? I just want to let go of everything and be quiet and comfortable. I don't even want to sleep."

☆、Chapter 9 Small town life

The sun was shining all over the town, I was sitting on the side of the street, Xiao Yang's car repairing hands were very dark, but the smile on his face was clean and bright.I think it's like heaven.

-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Zhuang Sheng's Travel Notes This night, Zhuang Zijing slept soundly without insomnia, No tossing and turning, no nightmares.The woman next to her seemed to give her some kind of spiritual comfort.This may be because when facing this difficult problem in life, in Yang Hui, Zhuang Zijing saw an aura that was so simple that it made people feel extremely happy.

Falling asleep next to such a simple and happy person, Zhuang Zijing also felt that she had let go of many things that were difficult to let go before.

When the morning light brightened the room through the thin curtains, Zhuang Zijing woke up and heard the noisy sounds from the street outside the window, and was surprised that she slept so soundly in such a noisy environment.And the people beside him didn't know when they got up and left, leaving only the cold quilt to accompany him.

Get up, and then open the curtains, let the morning light shine into the house from the wooden carved panes, and the small room seems to become warmer.Zhuang Zijing opened the wooden door, stepped over the threshold and landed on the wooden corridor outside the house, leaning on the wooden railing to look at the small town in the morning.

The morning sun has climbed up the high hillside, and the bright light makes this quiet town full of vitality. People with backpacks are shuttling through the streets of the town, and the sounds of hawking and bargaining can be heard from time to time.All these things full of human fireworks spread out in this seemingly innocent town, like a vivid picture.

Downstairs, there are several stored motorcycles at the door of Xiao Yang's car dealership, and He Guibao is already repairing the car, while Yang Hui is eating a bowl of porridge and a piece of steamed bun, while shouting loudly at passers-by. greet you.

It could have been like this at the beginning of the day.Fresh and beautiful, simple and vivid.

Zhuang Zijing felt that she was moved again.Just for such an early morning, for such a small town.

When Yang Hui looked up at the sky, he saw Zhuang Zijing lying on the railing with a smile on her face. Her beautiful face was partially covered by her long lazy hair. The morning light fell on it, like a fairy.After being slightly shocked, Yang Hui tapped the edge of the bowl with his chopsticks, and then shouted upstairs: "Come down to eat when you wake up."

Zhuang Zijing nodded in response, and then walked along the wooden corridor to the other end, while Yang Hui's eyes followed her involuntarily--what a beautiful girl! A loose light gray cardigan sweater is added to the lace casual shirt, which looks leisurely and slightly lazy.

From Yang Hui's point of view, she has a really good figure, and she looks very cultivated in her gestures.After Zhuang Zijing disappeared at the end of the corridor, Yang Hui turned his eyes away, and then fell on his hands with half-rolled sleeves.

These skinny hands were rough from years of car repairs, and there were a few small pieces of sweet potatoes in the porridge in their hands.Some sauerkraut just picked up for dinner piled up in the corner of the rice bowl, muddying the color of the originally pretty porridge.She pondered for a moment, then raised her hand holding the bowl, lowered her head slightly, and took a sip of the porridge!

Yes, Zhuang Zijing and herself are people from two worlds.Yang Hui thought so.

When Zhuang Zijing appeared from the stairs, half of the porridge in Yang Hui's bowl was gone.She smiled at Zhuang Zijing in the morning light, with a bright face: "Eat quickly, or it will be cold."

This was the first time that Zhuang Zijing stood on the side of the street with her rice bowl in her hands, with her hair loose and only brushed a few times, eating sauerkraut porridge amidst people coming and going and shouting loudly.It felt a little unaccustomed, a little weird, and then a little joy emerged from the bottom of my heart.This is a very strange feeling, unimaginable for a so-called "white collar" who goes to high-end office buildings all day long, eats chicken leg burgers as supper and goes to work desperately while keeping his shirts and suits neat.