Who is not Bai Yueguang?

As long as the back door in the alley is closed, the intense music is immediately isolated inside.

The bar is full of paper and gold, and the red men and women are intoxicated face to face, but the old alley next to the door is very quiet. In this dilapidated and dirty place, only an old light bulb hung outside by someone is weakly working, illuminating a little bit of light. Light.

There was a faint sound coming from the alley, the sound was muffled, like something hitting the flesh, mixed with occasional muffled grunts.

After a while, there was another sound of footsteps, and three figures came out from the darkness leisurely, and walked to the dim light of the old light bulb, showing a little clear face.

"This poor guy has a lot of backbone, and he doesn't even bark." The man in the dirty ripped jeans spit on a cigarette, counted four red ones from the money in his hand, and stuffed them into the hands of the people next to him. inside. "Here, as agreed, two hundred per person."

"Thank you, Brother Yuan." The two young men next to me thanked them and shared the money. One of them smiled like a skinny monkey in a baseball cap, "What's the use of being strong, don't gamble if you have the ability. Don't admit it if you lose."

The man in jeans sneered, waved his hands and said, "Stop talking, I'm still going back to drink, let's go."

"Hey, Brother Yuan, go slowly." The thin monkey bowed to send the man away, and then yelled at his back, "Look for us next time, Brother Yuan!"

After yelling, he turned around and poked the people around him with his elbow: "What's wrong? You don't even fart."

Standing next to him was a man about his age—or to be more precise, a boy, wearing the same ordinary and poor clothes, but his face was more than ten times prettier under the dim light. .

Bi He stuffed two thin banknotes into his trouser pocket and said, "It's nothing, I'm sleepy and still hungry."

"I just made an order today. Do you have a hole in your stomach?" The thin monkey lit a cigarette out of the wind and waved to him, "Go eat, I'll be back later."

"Use the key, don't knock on the door." Bi He said, pulled the hood of his coat over his head, and walked away unsteadily.

Bi He is a freelancer.

For the four words freelance, more advanced ones can be freelance painters, novelists, rock singers in high-end bars, and so on.

But neither is Bihe.To put it bluntly, he is just a little bastard with nothing to do.

His job is just like the one just now, helping the boss of the underground casino to find the gamblers who have lost but are unwilling to pay for the money.

Of course it doesn't stop there, he also helps other people to recover debts, helps the owner of the Internet cafe to fork out the high school students who are fighting, and when he is in a good mood, he also helps the generous wife to catch the mistress.

In short, his business scope is quite wide.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He didn't go to college and couldn't find a good job, so it was quite free.

Everywhere is good except poor.

Bi He didn't eat at noon, and was already starving at this time.Walk out of the back alley of the bar and wander back, wandering into a dilapidated restaurant with only three small tables.

"Sister Zhang, here's a bowl of miscellaneous sauce noodles." He shouted to the kitchen, thought for a while and changed his words, "Forget it, let's have spare rib noodles, I want a big bowl!"

A woman's shrill voice came from the kitchen: "Hey, did you get rich today?"

"No, if it wasn't for the rent payment tomorrow, I would have bought you a 200 yuan lipstick!" Bi He boasted with his eyes open.

After scolding a few words in the kitchen, Bi He was not angry, so he picked a table and sat down, looking up at the old TV hanging on the wall.

The small noodle restaurant is old and dilapidated, except for Bihe, there are no customers, but it is well-decorated, and there is a TV to watch.

On the screen, the three hosts were dressed colorfully, winking and asking guests questions.

This program is broadcast every Saturday night, and the ratings are quite high. For example, Bi He will watch it.

There are several guests in this episode, all of them are as handsome as celebrities.

Bah, other people are already stars.

"Here we come, spare rib noodles!" The proprietress came out with a bowl and put it on the table. Bi He glanced at it and saw that there were quite a lot of spare ribs.

He smiled and thanked the proprietress, picked up the chopsticks and picked up the noodles.

A group of people on the TV were noisy, and there was booing from the audience from time to time, it was as lively as another world.

Bi He watched absent-mindedly, and heard a male voice that sounded so nice on the TV.

"My first love... is a very quiet, kind, and lovely person."

The voice was so nice that Bi He couldn't help but look up. The screen of the old TV was also broken, and the color rendering was very bad, but that's it, the young man on the screen was still so handsome that he almost fell off.

"Oh~~ It turns out that Da Qiao likes the quiet type." The host shouted, like a monkey screaming.

Bi He chewed and ate the pork ribs, and spat out the bones.

He rested his chin on the chopsticks, thoughtfully.

The next day I still slept until the sun rose.

Ma Gan didn't come back smelling of alcohol until the early hours of the morning. It was rare to remember that Bi He didn't knock on the door. He opened the door with the key and fell into another single bed in the room and fell into a deep sleep.

Bi He stepped on his slippers and opened the window, no matter how he smelled it, he could feel the smell of alcohol in the room.He frowned, and kicked Ma Gan's buttocks.

I went out to brush my teeth in front of the public pool at the end of this floor, and the little girl who was shifting next to me just came back, and opened the door while stretching her head to talk to him.

Bi He responded with a hmm, and the smell of Grandma Wang's cooking made him a little hungry.

After washing up, he walked through the public kitchen, grabbed a piece of fried potato and ate it.

"Little bastard!" Granny Wang scolded him, waving the spatula.

"Come back tonight to fix your TV!" Bi He happily left a sentence and ran away.

He trotted all the way downstairs, crossed the patio and exited the main road, and turned into the Internet cafe across the road.

"I didn't live today." The network manager raised his head from Overwatch and gave him a quick look.

"No, I'm here to surf the Internet." Bi He slapped his ID card on the bar, leaned over and said, "Give me 20 yuan."

"Go away, drive yourself." The network manager waved him away.

Bi He found a computer in the corner by himself. He didn't play games or watch videos of beautiful women. After thinking about a bunch of desktop icons for a long time, he found Weibo and posted on it.

He used to have a Weibo account, but he didn't use it for two or three years, so he didn't remember it.

After trying several sets of account passwords, they were also wrong. Instead, he lost hope and entered a series of passwords that he thought were absolutely wrong, and he went up smoothly.

The colorful interface was a bit uncomfortable, so he fumbled to find the search bar, and entered "Xue Qiao".

A long series of microblogs popped out.

He first checked an account called "Actor Xue Qiao", and then clicked on "Xue Qiao National Fan Support Club" for a while, marveling at the itinerary.

Today's stars are all busy people.

He browsed the webpage casually for a while, then got up and left, and was stopped by the network administrator when he passed the bar.

"Let's go?"

His voice reminded Bi He of something, and he stepped back and said, "When will you pay back the 300 yuan you lent me last month?"

The network manager was taken aback, and said straightforwardly: "Do you know that I paid my salary yesterday?"

As he spoke, he took out 3 RMB from his pocket and stuffed them into Bi He's coat pocket.

Bi He patted his pocket, waved his hand smartly and left.

He took a bus for two yuan, from the starting point to the final stop, and walked for half a day in the noisy and crowded wholesale market, and bought a white sweater and jeans for 50 yuan.

After talking about the price for a long time, the same 25, he was very satisfied.

Then I turned into a barber shop that looked cheap.

Now hair cutting shops are called styling studios, and no one wants to come to such a small hair salon next to the hairdressing market.

Bi He looked at it carefully, pointed to the 98 yuan hair dye package and said, "Dye me black."

"Congliang?" the red-haired barber asked casually, "You dyed the color quite well, it would be a pity to dye it back."

Bi He looked at his yellow hair in the mirror for a long time, and felt that what he said made sense.

"Is there a one-time dyeing method?" he asked.

The barber chuckled: "Yes, 50."

Bi He hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his hands to make a gesture.

The barber said again: "20 is fine, but you can only use the worst pomade."

Bi He nodded in agreement.

After the end, it costs 2 yuan to sit back from the terminal to the starting station.

In the current era, there are only places like this that can only be reached by more than 30 stops from the third ring road of the city, and there are also this kind of Tongzilou with patios.

Thanks to the government for not dismantling it.

Bi He stood at the entrance and glanced upstairs, thinking silently.

Sure enough, Granny Wang was sitting in front of her house waiting for him to fix the TV for her. Bi He kept her promise and walked forward. The old woman squinted at him for a long time.

"who are you?"

Bi He smiled and showed his white teeth. He got into the room and fiddled with it diligently. Finally, he patted hard, and the TV turned on.

"Okay!" Bi He reached out and took away the remaining fried potatoes on the table, "Don't keep pulling on its thread."

"Give me back the plate after eating!" Granny Wang shouted behind him.

Bi He waved his hand and went back to his home.

It was after dinner time that Ma Gan finally woke up. When he opened his eyes, Bi He sat cross-legged on his bed watching TV, and the plate of fried potatoes in his arms was almost bottomed out.

Ma Gan leaned over and ate a piece, looked at Bi He and rubbed his eyes: "Are you rich?"

Bi He glanced at him lazily, and he stretched out his hand to pull his hair: "How much does it cost to dye it?"

"It's not expensive." Bi He stared at the TV, and the handsome hero called Feng Zhizhi on the screen made his eyes turn red with jealousy, "One time."

In the evening, he turned to the bathroom downstairs to take a shower. Uncle Li next door pointed at his head wrapped like a kebab and laughed happily for a long time.

He shrugged nonchalantly.He can't wash his hair for fear of washing out the color.

In the current era, there are only public bathhouses near the Tongzilou, which is about to collapse in the wind.

Thanks again to the government for not dismantling it.

When Bi He went out the next day, only the breakfast stalls, street sweepers and middle school students got up around the courtyard.

The red and white sports uniform was particularly ugly. Xiaoying stood on the side of the road biting a fried dough stick and stared at Bihe for a long time.

"...Are you looking for Bi He?" She asked.

"That's right." Bi He yawned, "I'm his brother, don't we look alike?"

"You look more like his younger brother." Xiaoying said, and then leaned over and asked mysteriously, "Are you here to pick him up to inherit the family property?"

"Go to school, you." Bi He stretched out his hand and flicked her forehead.

Xiaoying finished eating the fritters, made a face at him and ran away.

It took Bi He three bus transfers to get on the airport special line, and after sitting for another half an hour, he finally arrived at the airport.

I took out the elderly phone and checked the time, and there was about half an hour left.

When he entered the airport hall, he stopped and glanced at himself in front of him through the smooth wall.

No wonder Xiaoying wants to joke with him.

The face is still Bi He's face, but he is not wearing Bi He's gaudy clothes, nor is the yellow hair on top of Bi He's flamboyant yellow hair that would only be appreciated by Tony, a non-mainstream hair salon.

The boy has black hair, clean sweater and jeans, a bit like a high school student.

Although the clothes are equally cheap, it makes Bi He feel that his whole body has been sublimated.

It's really good-looking.

He laughed heartily.

After searching around, I found a group of people at the exit of the VIP passage.

They are all young people, everyone has something in their hands, and the T-shirts on their bodies are uniform, with a word flying on it.

Bi He squinted his eyes and looked quietly, the word was "Qiao".

Shan Qiao Qiao.