What if you don't want to fall in love with the school bully?

The sound of rumbling trains is very abrupt at night, especially in such a place where birds don't shit.

Many people would find it unbelievable to use such words to describe a place in the current era, but for Jiang Qixiao who has lived in a big city since he was born, this place is the limit.

He is not riding a new type of train, and the windows can even be opened at will, allowing passengers to enjoy the singing of the friction between the wheels and the tracks.There was a faint weird smell in the air, there was no air conditioner, there was no water in the sink faucet in the toilet, and the seats were covered with dirty cloths that hadn't been washed for an unknown amount of time.

As a native of the north, this is the first time he has set foot in the south. It is still a small county attached to a third-tier city whose name has never been heard in the backcountry. The first feeling is poor, the second is poor, and the third is dirty.

At two o'clock in the morning, most of the people on the train were sleeping on their backs. A few people were still struggling with drowsiness, staring at their mobile phones with their eyes dazed. They had been sitting for more than five hours. With the successive tunnels, Jiang Qixiao didn't see any buildings that could be urbanized at all.

He squinted his eyes and looked out of the dark window, sighing softly.

Accepting a new life...may not be so difficult.

Finally, the sound of arriving at the terminal was heard on the radio, and the sleeping passengers quickly woke up from their dreams to pick up their luggage, as if they were afraid that someone would snatch them, their eyes widened, making Jiang Qixiao suspicious of these people Just pretended to be asleep.

After getting off the train, Jiang Qixiao looked at the dilapidated train station in this small county under the faint light of the street lamps. It was obviously not as beautiful as the place name, and there was an air of poverty everywhere.

There are only a few canteens built from prefabricated houses nearby, and there is still one open at this point. The people in the company all hurriedly either took a taxi or someone came to pick him up. He was the only one who had nowhere to go.

Jiang Qixiao stood there thinking for a few seconds, and decided to buy a bottle of drink before making plans, so he dragged his suitcase and stepped into the only shop that was open.

There weren't many things in the store, and it was fairly clean. There was a middle-aged woman who was watching a soap opera on her mobile phone sitting in front of the cash register, and she didn't even lift her head when Jiang Qixiao came in.

Jiang Qixiao wandered among several rows of shelves, took a bottle of Nutrition Express, hesitated for a while, and took a bag of bread from another shelf, then walked to the cashier, put everything down, and said calmly With a voice: "Check out."

The middle-aged woman looked up at him, with a gleam in her eyes. She turned off the mobile phone that was playing the TV, and said in crappy Mandarin with a southern accent: "Eight yuan, isn't the boss a local?"

Even if it's crappy, it's loud.

Jiang Qixiao took a closer look at her and found that she was smiling. He smiled at her politely, nodded, took out ten yuan from his pocket and put it on the cash register, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip.

The middle-aged woman took the money, took out two pieces and placed them at the cash register, and raised her chin: "Are you going to come here for development?"

Zheng Hong could tell at a glance that the man in front of him was from a big city. He was handsome and had a good temperament, and he was not someone who could be raised in a small place.

And she is used to referring to this type of people collectively as the boss.

Jiang Qixiao opened his mouth, but before answering, Zheng Hong said again: "Are you here alone? Has anyone picked you up? Do you have a place to live? If not, I can introduce you."

The poor Mandarin made Jiang Qixiao feel a little uncomfortable. He judged that this eldest sister was probably a minority, and her accent was really harsh.

Jiang Qixiao nodded, and picked up the one yuan from the cash register, "Yes, I want to find a rental room, as long as the environment is better."

If you want to quickly settle down the residence, it is of course best to have a local person to help introduce you.

When Zheng Hong heard the excitement, he was a little excited: "There are several rental houses in my house that can be rented out, both in good and bad conditions. This place, there are not many good and cheap places to live. You are lucky to be able to rent out. If you meet me, I will change shift at eight o'clock in the morning, and I will take you there then."

Jiang Qixiao took out his phone and checked the time. There were still more than five hours left.

Why is this eldest sister so enthusiastic? Could it be that the locals still charge agency fees for introducing rental houses?You won't cheat him, will you?

Jiang Qixiao looked around and smiled, "You're still changing shifts here."

Zheng Hong said proudly, "I disclosed this to my boss. I stay at night and he stays at day to earn a little money, which is incomparable to big bosses like you."

Jiang Qixiao was a little helpless.

What kind of big boss is he? He resigned after less than a year as an office worker, but it's too complicated to refute, so he simply pretended not to hear it.

"Let me leave a phone number, big sister, just call me Xiaojiang." Jiang Qixiao took a pen from the cash register, tore a small piece from the newspaper next to him, and wrote down a series of numbers. "I'll go to a hotel to rest first, and just call me after you get off work."

Zheng Hong nodded cheerfully, and her voice became a little higher: "My surname is Zheng, what is my name, big sister, you can call me aunt at your age, okay, you go first, I will find you after get off work!"

Jiang Qixiao bid her farewell, carried his suitcase and boarded the taxi that had been squatting outside the train station.

"Where are you going?" The driver looked about forty years old, with a more aggressive appearance, and casually put his hand on the car window to smoke. With a little bit of dim light, Jiang Qixiao could barely see the throbbing veins on the driver's arm.

These three words were spoken in dialect, but Jiang Qixiao understood them.

"...just go to a nearby hotel."

Hearing this, the driver glanced at him coldly through the rearview mirror, and said in the same broken Mandarin: "Outsider?"

"... Mmm." Jiang Qixiao wrinkled his nose.

Cheap cigarettes don't smell very good.

The car started and drove towards the nearest hotel.

Jiang Qixiao originally wanted to talk to the driver, and wanted to ask him why he was still at the train station so late. Could it be that there are other trains in this small county so late?But seeing the driver's indifferent expression and gloomy eyes, Jiang Qixiao closed his mouth knowingly.

This place... there shouldn't be any incidents like murder taxis...

Probably not, such a small place.

etc!The smaller the place, the worse the law and order!

The more Jiang Qixiao thought about it, the more he felt nervous. He waved away those wild thoughts in his mind, unscrewed the Nutrition Express in his hand and took another sip, feeling his eyes hurt a little.

He hadn't slept well for several nights in a row when he came to this province, and he was on his way all the time. He basically didn't suffer from insomnia before, let alone stay up late on his own initiative. It's normal for his body to feel uncomfortable.

Jiang Qixiao thought to himself, after this critical period, everything will be fine.

The driver took him to the door of a hotel with three stars on it.

It was 10 yuan within 40 minutes of getting on the bus, Jiang Qixiao felt as if he was cheated, but he paid the money and got out of the car honestly. Being scammed for a little money is much better than dying on the street.

At the front desk of the Samsung Hotel is a young girl with heavy makeup, she should not be more than 20 years old.

The little girl was dozing off at first, but Jiang Qixiao walked in and knocked on the table lightly. She immediately woke up, froze for a moment, and then her eyes straightened.

"Cough," Jiang Qixiao took out his ID card and smiled, "Please open a single room for me."

"Okay! Please wait a moment!" The little girl took Jiang Qixiao's ID card and looked at it, looked up at him with a smile on her face, deliberately slowed down her movements, and said in Mandarin that jqx couldn't even utter: "choke Are you coming to play with us, sir?"

"...Really." Jiang Qixiao sighed, turned his eyes to the other side, and didn't really want to talk to her, and silently crossed the Mandarin education here.

The little girl deliberately delayed for dozens of seconds before reluctantly returning the ID card to him, and her eyes kept firing at him.

Jiang Qixiao always had the illusion that she would ask "Do you need any special services?", and suddenly his hair grew horrified. He paid the money, took the room card and ID card, and hurried upstairs.

After entering the room, Jiang Qixiao sniffed it a few times to make sure that there was no peculiar smell before he was relieved.

But within three seconds of letting his heart go, he raised his throat again.

As soon as the suitcase was put down, from the corner of the eye, there was a used condom left by the previous guest in the trash can, and when he turned to look at the bed, he could faintly see the sweat from sleeping on the pillow.

Jiang Qixiao felt a chill.

He gritted his teeth, took off his clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower. After sitting on the train for so long, and the weather in the south was so hot, it was really unbearable not to take a shower.

Didn't dare to use the contents, who knows how those inferior shampoos and body washes are made of.

After taking a shower, he took a piece of clothing from the suitcase and wrapped it around the pillow, put on his dirty clothes again, and lay down to make do.

The hygiene level of this hotel is not worthy of letting him sleep in clean clothes.Jiang Qixiao closed his eyes while thinking, thinking that he would be in pain and unable to fall asleep, but he didn't expect that he would fall asleep without much effort under this unbearable condition.

A night without dreams.

Jiang Qixiao was in a daze when he was awakened by the ringtone of the mobile phone, and he didn't realize where he was for a long time.

"...Hello?" Jiang Qixiao pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Boss Jiang, I'm Zheng Hong! It's the one at the canteen at the train station! I'm off work, where are you!" The voice like a cannonball from the other end of the phone made Jiang Qixiao take the phone away.

Closing his eyes and rubbing his suffering ears, he sat up from the bed and lazily replied: "Ah, hello, I'm at the hotel."

My head was still dizzy and I couldn't open my eyes.

"Which hotel? I'll come to you! I'll help you with renting a house!"

After gathering his composure, Jiang Qixiao forced himself to wake up a bit, "...I was in a three-star hotel, and I forgot to read the name last night."

It is estimated that there are not many three-star hotels here. When Sister Zheng heard this, she didn't ask anything else, and said, "Okay, I'll be right over." Then she hung up the phone.

Jiang Qixiao looked at his phone. It was past eight o'clock and he had slept for less than six hours.

It's a bit uncomfortable.

He sighed, turned over and got up, washed, changed clothes, and checked out with his luggage.

The girl with heavy make-up at the front desk was replaced by a man, who was not very interested in Jiang Qixiao and didn't say a few words.

Jiang Qixiao secretly rejoiced that he was able to change people. He was in no mood to deal with talkative people in the morning.

When I walked out of the hotel, I saw a lot of old men and women walking in short clothes and shorts. There were a few people selling breakfast with carts nearby. The business was bleak and not many stores were open.The streets are not clean. The garbage on the road may have been in place for more than one night. The houses are old and old, with mottled stains on the walls, and the bricks on the sidewalks even have traces of being run over by cars.

Jiang Qixiao pouted.

This county is really broken.

He stood at the entrance of the hotel for a while, and was considering whether to buy a breakfast first, when he heard a loud voice speaking in broken Mandarin from a distance: "Boss Jiang! This way!"

Jiang Qixiao turned his head and saw that Sister Zheng had already walked behind her.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see the house, I'll make sure you're satisfied! Whatever you want!"

Snapped!

The back was slapped hard, right where the heart was.

Jiang Qixiao, who was unprepared, was coughed continuously by this sneak attack, his waist bent down, and he couldn't help it: "cough cough cough...cough cough..."

In addition to opening a small store, Zheng Hong's family also planted several fields. She often does farm work with no care.

"Hey..." Zheng Hong was surprised and embarrassed, and muttered in a low voice: "This is too delicate."

As he spoke, he wanted to reach out to help Jiang Qixiao get along.

Jiang Qixiao hurriedly waved his hands away a little, coughed deeply a few times, tears were about to come out.

Anyone who robs and encounters this eldest sister will definitely be unlucky.

It is simply the divine power among women.

"Cough, I'm fine, let's go, Miss Zheng." Jiang Qixiao cleared his throat, glanced at her, and motioned for her to lead the way.

Zheng Hong nodded, seeing that Jiang Qixiao didn't intend to come up and walk with her, so he walked forward on his own.

Jiang Qixiao heaved a sigh of relief and didn't talk to her anymore, his back ached.

He didn't know this elder sister well enough to have physical contact.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Zheng Hong was a person who couldn't keep his mouth shut. As he walked, he introduced to Jiang Qixiao which street he could go to, and which places sold the best and most durable things.

Jiang Qixiao responded perfunctorily without listening to a word.Anyway, I will live here for a long time, so I just need to explore slowly.

When his heels were numb, Sister Zheng stopped in front of a steamed stuffed bun shop. The seats inside were full, and the smoke from several steamers covered the owner's appearance.

"Hey!" Zheng Hong shouted in dialect, "Lao Yang! I'll bring you a renter."

Jiang Qixiao didn't understand.

Why is the dialect here different from time to time, sometimes easy to understand and sometimes completely different.

A woman wearing a hat and an apron walked out of the store. She had a weather-beaten face and white flour stuck to her hands. Her skin was very dark and her wrinkles were deep. She was an aunt over 50 years old. She was about the same height as Zheng Hong. Compared with Jiang Qixiao, he is a bit shorter, less than 1.6 meters.

"Xiao Hong," Aunt Baozi rubbed her hands, took off her apron, and glanced at Jiang Qixiao, "This young man wants to rent a house? Let's go, I'll take you up there, and I have to hurry back to work."

It was also a dialect, but Jiang Qixiao still didn't understand.

"Hello, my name is Jiang Qixiao." Jiang Qixiao said politely.

Hearing Jiang Qixiao's standard Mandarin, the aunt was taken aback, then smiled, and said in Mandarin: "Mr. Jiang, my name is Yang."

It's not quite standard, but it's much more pleasing to the ear than Zheng Hong's Mandarin.

The aunt surnamed Yang took them to the upper street, and talked with Jiang Qixiao on the way.

"That's the house my brother bought. He does business in the city. The house is a suite, on the third floor."

Jiang Qixiao nodded.

There are shops on both sides of the street, clothing stores, stationery stores, hardware stores and restaurants, selling everything, and it is quite lively with people coming and going.The house is not too old, but in the middle of the street, on the first floor is a shop with a closed shutter, with a dusty "Facade Sublet" printed on A4 paper pasted on it.

Sister Yang opened a door leading upstairs from the side.

Jiang Qixiao made a decision immediately after looking at the suite. The environment is good, the bed frame and the like are ready-made, the toilet and kitchen facilities are [-]% new, and the price is even more expensive compared to his home. Much cheaper.

The main thing is that he is too lazy to look at anything else.

Aunt Yang's house lives on this floor, and she is a face-to-face neighbor with him.

"Is the shop downstairs yours too?" Jiang Qixiao asked.

"Ah, that," Aunt Yang said with a weird expression, "It's someone else's."

"Oh."

Jiang Qixiao withdrew one year's rent from a nearby ATM and handed it to Aunt Yang, signed a one-year contract with her, and took another 200 yuan as an agency fee to Sister Zheng.

Unexpectedly, Sister Zheng would not accept it, her eyes widened with a frightened expression: "Xiao Jiang, what are you doing! I'm not doing it for your money! I just want to help you because you are unfamiliar with the place!"

The frightened Zheng Hong's voice was louder than before, which made Jiang Qixiao's eardrums uncomfortable.

He was a little helpless, he didn't force her, so if he didn't accept it, he wouldn't accept it. He might see it in the future, and he could find other opportunities to repay the favor.

After signing the contract, Aunt Yang took Zheng Hong away.

Jiang Qixiao put down his luggage, rolled up his sleeves, spent a few hours cleaning the house inside and out, went to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities, and made a bucket of instant noodles along the way.

This will be his living place from now on, Jiang Qixiao, who was stuffing instant noodles into his mouth, looked at the street in front of him and thought calmly.