Pancake Cart

Huang Hai was walking on the street, and saw a pancake cart on the side of the road, with a cardboard sign standing inside the dirty glass cover: Chudui.

He looked up, the car was parked outside a footwashing room, and called "Jun Zai Lai".

It happened that a young lady came out, with long hair, pink pajamas with suspenders, smoking a cigarette, and glanced at Huang Hai: "Students? Walk around, we don't do children's business here."

Huang Hai was annoyed that others called him a child, so he immediately acted like a young master of an underground bank, pointing at the pancake cart: "Whose one?"

The lady looked at the car, then at him, and lit a cigarette inside the house.

Huang Hai walked into Jun Zailai, with a small face, and standing with his back facing him was a tall man with pale blond half-length hair and green tattoos all over his back, which were about the Songhai stream and the tiger descending the mountain.

Huang Hai was a little apprehensive, and then he widened his eyes, with the word Sichuan squeezed out from the middle of his forehead. His father's debtors were all like this, a thief is a fucking murderer.

"Hey buddy," he called.

"Tiger going down the mountain" turned his head, with a star-like face and a pair of water-blue eyes.

Damn it, Huang Hai vomits, where is the gangster wearing colored contact lenses!

"That pancake cart outside, yours?"

"Tiger down the mountain" nodded.

"I want it." Huang Hai took money out of his backpack, scraped together 1000 yuan, and threw it on the counter.

Brother Meitong doesn't even look at it: "I don't sell the car, it's..."

"I'll give you another thousand," Huang Hai glanced at the counter, without a pen, just a counterfeit lipstick, "Call me tomorrow."

As he said that, he popped out the lipstick, with a coquettish ladylike color, and wrote a string of mobile phone numbers on Brother Meitong's chest with the tattoo of bright moon and white stones.

I even touched it: "Which store has such fine lines!"

Brother Meitong stared at him blankly.

Huang Hai threw the lipstick back to the counter, turned around and went out to push the pancake cart.

The lady behind the counter dragged her voice and asked, "Shouldn't you take pictures yet, great artist?"

Brother Mei Tong just wanted to say shoot, when the phone rang in his pocket, he picked it up: "...that car is not good, let's change the theme for this tour...I'm selling it, two thousand...RMB."

Hearing a loud shout from the other end of the phone: "Ksitigarbha, are you stupid? You sold an installation art with a starting price of 90 US dollars for 2000 yuan?!"

Brother Meitong frowned and ended the call.

Then stand up your phone, take a picture of the lipstick number on your chest, and post it on ins, with the text: nottycat

This is an independent artist account with 3000 million followers. The username is Ksitigarbharaja, and the Chinese name is Dizang.