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Chapter 20 The Mysterious Man (2)

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    I still stubbornly believe that I should find a job so that Ding Ding and I can have food.

    I walked along the great wall of the city street, and I wondered what was inside the wall.  There are some pictures painted on the wall, including Wuyang sculptures, arcades, banyan trees, a shell-shaped concert hall, the Xiguan House, an old man sucking snails, and a child catching loaches.  These paintings look very simple, probably to paint all the walls in the city in one day, so the paintings are too simple, and only a few colors such as red, green, yellow, and brown are used.  Just like when I learned to draw in the third grade of elementary school.  Those grown-ups, since they got the permission to paint, why don't they paint well?

    When I found the entrance to the wall, I realized that there was a large construction site inside, and the workers were busy doing civil construction.

    As soon as I stood on the construction site, a foreman wearing a hard hat came towards me.  He yelled at me with his arms akimbo: "What are you doing? What are you doing?"

    I looked up at him: "I want to find your person in charge."

    He probably found it funny because of my serious tone, he said: "I am the person in charge."

    "I want to find a job, I can work."

    "Funny! You come to me to find a job? Who dares to use child labor? You go!"

    He drove me out of the construction site, and finally pointed to a notice board and said: "Did you see it? The construction site is heavy, and idlers are not allowed to enter!"

    "I am not idle, I want to be a worker!"

    My yelling was useless.

    Ah Xing and Ah Huang found me on the street, no need to ask, they already knew that I had no success.

    Ah Xing said that it is best to work in the flavor food street, where children are not afraid to be used.  Some people from Xinjiang, the whole family works in a ramen restaurant, and the business is very good. Washing dishes, delivering food, and greeting customers are all children's work. They are very busy and clever.  Of course, that's their own shop.

    When we arrived at the food street, it was still early, and every family's business hadn't opened yet, and rows of tables and chairs were neatly arranged along the street.  Ah Xing said that the busiest time here starts in the evening.  The stalls stay open all night, and by morning empty beer bottles are piled under all the tables.

    Ah Huang and I stood in front of a stall, while Ah Xing swaggered towards the cabin deep in the stall.

    A fat woman walked out of the back room and blocked Ah Xing head-on: "What are you doing wild?"

    "Auntie, my classmate wants to come to work with you."

    "Do you have three certificates?"

    "What are the three certificates!"

    "Don't know the three certificates? Silly boy, let's go!"

    Ah Xing walked out dejectedly.

    I said: "I'd better pick up soda cans, I can clean the city, and I can earn two lunch boxes every day. I eat one penis and one, that's enough. Let's go, buddy!"

    A thin, dark man in a floral T-shirt followed us all the time.  We went up the steps of the pedestrian bridge and he followed.  Ah Huang was a little nervous, I took his hand.  On the overpass, I whispered "one, two, three!" We turned around together and blocked the man in the floral T-shirt.

    The three of us shouted together: "What do you want to do? Steal? Kidnap?"

    The man in the floral t-shirt was so frightened that he almost sat on the ground: "Hey, kids, kids are very vigilant! Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

    Ah Xing said, "What's the matter with you?"

    The man in the flowered T-shirt said: "I know you're finding a job. It's so hard to find, haven't you? Can't you sell CDs? I'll buy you CDs, and you'll get 5 cents if you sell one. Make a good profit!"

    Ah Huang pulled us hard: "Don't pay attention to him, let's go!"

    Ah Huang turned around and said to the man in the floral T-shirt: "Selling pornographic discs, watch out for the police pulling you over!"

    Ah Xing asked Ah Huang: "How do you know"

    Ah Wong said: "I've seen a lot! They always ask children for help, because the police don't embarrass children."

    When I returned to the abandoned house, Ding Ding was starving, half asleep and half awake in her den.  I glanced at her carefully, quickly opened the fast food I brought back, and carefully tore off the lid of the lunch box to use as a plate.  I took out half of the food in the box and put it on the lid, then called to the balcony: "Ding Ding, dinner is ready!"

    Ding Ding came out in a daze, holding a small stick for playing in his hand.

    I ate the food on the lid of the lunch box in two mouthfuls, and I added my lips, as if I didn't eat it, and I didn't feel any in my stomach.

    "Brother, have you eaten yet?"

    I wiped my mouth: "I've finished eating, you can eat quickly."

    Ding Ding pursed his mouth: "Eat this kind of food again? It's not good, I don't want to eat it.freely.

    The baked sweet potato seller pushed his car onto the pedestrian bridge from a gentle slope.  In the shadows by the overpass, two or three homeless men were lying. He pushed the cart towards them, looking down to identify them.  One of the homeless men's upper body was completely covered by newspapers.  He stooped to remove the newspaper and looked down at the bum's face.  The bum held out a hand, he handed him a sweet potato, and left.

    He went around a bar again.

    At this time, I have seen clearly that he is indeed not my father.

    His rough face doesn't look like people from my hometown either.  There he waits.  There are fashionable young men and women coming in and out constantly, and there are three or five flower children waiting not far or near.

    He watched the children carefully.  A couple of young men and women came out of the bar, and the children rushed up: "Sir, buy a flower, buy a flower for the lady!" Just like the children in the mouse's nest did.

    In the light, the man selling roasted sweet potatoes quickly approached, identifying the faces of the flower children one by one.

    After watching for a while, he turned and walked away, pushing the cart to a darker alley.

    "What the hell is he trying to do? Who hired him?"

    "Who will hire him?"

    "Could it be Zhao Gui's father?"

    Ah Huang and I couldn't figure out why.  If Jacques was around, he probably had more ideas than we did.

    Ah Huang wanted to catch up with that mysterious man, but I held him back.

    His long and slow voice was left in the dark night: "Roasted sweet potatoes, glutinous and fragrant¡ª¡ª"

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