Red Bridge, demolition area—

On the road to Nie Weidong's house.

At this time, at about nine o'clock in the evening, when he walked into this dark demolition area, Song Zhichao couldn't help feeling a little scared. There were many ruins in front of him and some wild dogs barking.

After walking dozens of steps, the number of people gradually increased, and the area ahead suddenly became clear, and many houses that had not yet been demolished appeared.

With the deserted moonlight, it is vaguely visible that there are huge white slogans written on the wall with a brush—

"Five talks about four beauties, three love!"

"Strive to build four modernizations!"

"Family planning is a basic national policy that benefits the country and the people!"

In front of the houses were incandescent light bulbs pulled out of the house, and a group of young women dressed in charmingly and exposed clothes moved small stools and sat on both sides of the road.

Some of the women were holding cigarettes and sucking mist, some took mirrors to paint their lips, and some chatted together, looking at the pedestrians passing through the path from time to time.

Song Zhichao knew at a glance what these women do. Although the ages are different, some things will never change.

At this time, Nie Weidong glanced at Song Zhichao meaningfully and repeated the two sentences he had just said - "You are very young", "you are full of energy."

Song Zhichao: “…”

I took a look at the women who were dressed in seductive and sexy clothes and understood completely.

Nie Weidong is obviously very familiar with the women here, because those women will spank him when they see him-

"Nie Weidong, you were beaten again!"

"Brother Dong, what's the record?"

"Mr. Nie, how many have you beaten this time?"

Nie Weidong shook his long hair handsomely, feeling that the paper twist in his nostril would damage his image, so he pressed his other nostril and sprayed it, and then he bragged: "If you don't believe you beat ten, you will only be seven or eight - I will beat you down!"

Another woman stared at Song Zhichao who was supporting Nie Weidong - after all, it was rare for men as handsome as Song Zhichao.

"Brother Dong, who is the handsome guy you brought? Do you want me to help you get rid of the fire?"

"Don't listen to that girl, she's just a slut! I'll do it, I know how to love people!"

"Tsk, you two SAO girls can't stand it when you see the handsome guy - are you willing to do it if you don't give it money?"

Seeing these women talking, Nie Weidong felt a little embarrassed and said to Song Zhichao behind him: "They are all crazy people, don't pay attention to them."

Those women were dissatisfied with Nie Weidong's words, "Why are we crazy? We are great beauties! Look at our faces, figures, and temperaments... we can almost become celebrities if we pull it out."

Women were posing one by one.

"That's right, people say I look like Liu Xiaoqing!"

"You Liu Xiaoqing is a big deal, I'm Maggie Cheung!"

"Then I am Rosamund Kwan!"

"I am Li Jiaxin!"

Song Zhichao: “…”

He could not bear it after hearing these women talking nonsense - Guan Zhilin and Li Jiaxin are all artists under his guise. It is too confident that these women use them as metaphors.

The one who compared himself to "Li Jiaxin" saw Song Zhichao staring at her in a daze, and said, "What do you think I don't look like? Although I am sold here, I am not worse than those who are celebrities!"

The other few echoed, "Yes, we don't steal or rob, and we make money openly!"

Song Zhichao: “…”

Since you are open and upright, you still sit in this dark place?

Nie Weidong was afraid that Song Zhichao would be led by these women, so he hurriedly pulled Song Zhichao and said, "Let's go, don't pay attention to them."

Behind, the women were laughing again—

"Let's go, scare away! What a pity that handsome little guy!"

"Come back, I'll give you free!"

"Shameless, you are willing to do it if you don't charge money!"

"She is handsome, but if you look handsome, you will benefit!"

"Hehehehehehehe!"

...

A broken two-story building—

"I'm here to live. How about it? Isn't it very broken?" Nie Weidong handed Song Zhichao a cigarette.

Song Zhichao took the cigarette, glanced at the broken building, and said two words: "It's okay."

Nie Weidong smiled, "It's okay? It's just this place? Haha."

Song Zhichao didn't say anything, Nie Weidong couldn't help it, "You might not believe it to you. I used to live in a foreign building, just like the kind of foreign building in front of the Bund. My bedroom alone is larger than the area of ​​this dilapidated building..."

Song Zhichao smiled, but still said nothing.

Nie Weidong shrugged, spread his hands, looked at the flip flops he was holding and the worn clothes, and said, "I know you think I'm bragging, you know you look down on me - a little red man can live in a villa? Are you stupid?"

Song Zhichao spoke: "I didn't say I looked down on you."

"Then just say a word - if you don't say a word, you just look down on me."

"This is OK?"

"I have self-esteem!" Nie Weidong shook his long hair and showed his pretty face. "After all, I was also a famous young man from China Sea before. It doesn't matter if you are looked down upon by those bastards, but you can't do it."

"Why?"

"Because you are my benefactor."

Song Zhichao: “…”

I think this young master Nie has a very leaps in his mind.

"Actually, there is a question I have always wanted to ask you." Nie Weidong looked at Song Zhichao, and the cigarette butts flickered.

“What’s the problem?”

"Why do you want to help me?"

This time it was Song Zhichao's turn to shrugged: "Do you need a reason to help you?"

Nie Weidong: “…”

I think this answer is very Gu Long.

"Then you make up one."

"Make up one?" Song Zhichao put his left hand in his pocket and a cigarette in his right hand, pondering: "Because your story is like a little Baiwen - he was betrayed by a friend, lost all his money, his girlfriend was robbed, and he was slapped in the face on the street... This kind of scene is very bad, but I like it!"

Nie Weidong: “…”

He looked confused.

Song Zhichao threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with his toes, and patted Nie Weidong on the shoulder: "You don't need to understand, as long as you understand, not everyone can live as wonderful as you."

Nie Weidong: “…”

He seemed to understand a very Zen sentence, but he didn't seem to understand it.

After all, not everyone can experience the ups and downs of life.

Thinking of this, Nie Weidong remembered his predecessor, the representative of the second generation ancestor - Jia Baoyu... A dream of being fed with wealth and food, but in the end he saw through the world and became a monk?

Could it be that my future prospect is to become a monk?

Nie Weidong was shocked and touched his long, black and beautiful hair - it was impossible to shave it! It was absolutely impossible!

...

After smoking a cigarette—

Nie Weidong threw away his cigarette butts, limped his legs, and went upstairs.

Song Zhichao was afraid that he would fall and followed behind him.

On the second floor, Nie Weidong took out the key and opened the door. In an instant, a smell of mold came out of the dark room.

Nie Weidong pinched his nose and swept, stretched out his hand to touch the light rope hanging on the wall.

When I touched the light rope, I pulled it and the light bulb lit up.

Song Zhichao looked at it with the light and saw that it was a house of about 80 square meters. It was very simple and basically had no furniture. The only valuable thing was probably the radio placed on the cabinet. Judging from the brand, it was actually from Sony.

Sony Song Zhichao remembered his "old friend" Akio Morita - I don't know if this guy is dead.

Looking at the surrounding walls, it can be explained what "the house is a wall of all the people". It is mottled and worn, with two star posters hanging. Stallone tied shirtlessly with a red rope and holding a machine gun - posing in a Rambo style.

Another poster looks brand new, but it is from American pop king Mike Jackson - but this poster is a bit weird: on it, Mike Jackson is talking to someone with a smile. The man was wearing a windbreaker and had only an unusually straight back, making him look like the "God of Gambling" in the movie.

Looking at the composition of the entire poster, Song Zhichao suddenly felt that Mike was not the protagonist of the painting, but the back was - because that back occupied the middle position of the whole painting.
To be continued...