"The world is for the public..."

The high street lights on the roadside illuminate the four big characters in the middle of the archway. Wang Ruhu muttered gently, skimmed his sunglasses, and hurriedly walked downstairs.

The lights are brightly lit in the night, and neon lights are hanging. It extends inside. There are shops on both sides of the street. What catches your eye is full of traditional Chinese characters, such as shop eaves, carved beams and painted roofs, bright colors, pedestrians on the roadside, walking together to nearby restaurants, flower shops, audio-visual shops, beauty, and jewelry.

On the street, there were many blonde Americans entering and leaving the Chinese restaurant, looking at the numerous pictures on the menu, and ordering the dishes they had long liked. The guy who wrote down the names of the dishes, shouting loudly at the kitchen with a ballpoint pen on his back. Not far from the door, in the audio-visual store, the fat boss lady sat on the door plaque wearing a cheongsam, using the light, embroidered while following the music played by the speaker, humming Wu dialect. When he saw the guests enter the door, he put down the embroidery in his hand and greeted the customers to choose. There were also very fast Minnan dialect cursing, a woman in pajamas stood at the door downstairs, pointed at the playful child, pulled her ear into the room and closed the door.

Wang Ruhu looked at the rich Chinese style and ancient architectural sculptures curiously. This was the first time he saw something from his hometown in his existing memory. Every shop he walked by would inevitably take a look. After walking half a street, there was a sudden "gurgle" in his stomach. He subconsciously touched a few beautiful knives in his pocket, and his eyes couldn't help but swept across the surrounding restaurants.

At this moment, a few Cantonese sounded at a store beside him. The fat old man with a round belly was wearing a vest and jacket, a buzz head, his upper lip had a short beard and a little gray. He also had a reading glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose. He was full of energy and pushed a young man out of the store door, throwing out the suitcase he dragged in his hand and smashed it at the young man's feet.

"You are so nasty, let me get out of here...smash the streets!"

The young man didn't say anything. He picked up his suitcase and compared an international greeting gesture to the fierce old man who was scolding him. He threw his long hair and walked to the street casually. Wang Ruhu, who was beside him, couldn't understand a word. He looked up at the sign on the store door and knew the words - Longji Tea Restaurant.

"Boss, can you have a meal here?"

The fat old man was cursing and walking back. When he heard this, his face suddenly had a smile, blinking his eyes, and smiling in a vague way. Wang Ruhu then realized that his legs were a little lame. The old man seemed to be used to seeing him, and he didn't care. He diligently pulled the big man two heads taller than him into the store.

"You are so powerful, you want to eat. If you want to find the right place, come in and sit in front of you. There are many seats."

Wang Ruhu was confused when he heard it. He could understand some words, but he couldn't touch them when they were connected. He frowned and sat down on the single sofa next to him. His hands pressed against the table, and his body shook.

"Boss, can you speak Mandarin?"

"Ah? It turns out that they are compatriots in mainland China... Lucky to meet." The fat old man quickly turned his head and looked outside, holding the small glasses on the bridge of his nose, and lowered his voice.

"Are you here to make a living? Is there a place to stay? Walking on the street with such a swagger, you don't have to worry about being questioned by the police! Come with me inside."

The old man spoke sincerely, waved to Wang Ruhu, and asked a friend in the store to guard it. Then he walked to the kitchen passage and passed through the back door. There were several dilapidated low buildings, about three or four floors. The balcony was filled with dry sheets and clothes. It was dark and had not been taken back.

"You just came, don't run around. If you want to make a living, find a place to stay first, which is considered a temporary home." Walking up a staircase, two women wearing colorful clothes greeted the old man with cigarettes, calling out: "Uncle Long." He glanced at Wang Ruhu, who was following behind, blinked his eyes, and blew kissed him with charm.

"This is a new compatriot. Don't tease me. I'll go to your room to talk about life tomorrow night." The two women who rolled their eyes laughed softly, and the old man continued to walk up, "Hey, sex is a steel knife. Since young people come, they must develop well. That is a promising thing. If they come to you, you can ask them to come to me. Don't look at my age, they are still very strong."

Wang Ruhu just smiled. He didn't expect that the old man who had just cursed fiercely had such a sexy side. He went up the stairs. There were several doors on the second floor facing one direction. There were gas stoves and shoe racks in front of the guardrail. Most of them were women's shoes. The wire hanging horizontally was full of underwear and stockings.

"Is there a woman living here?"

"How about it? Do you think you have arrived in the paradise on earth? My name is Long Xingzheng. Just call me Uncle Long in the future." After going up to the third floor, the corridor was filled with miscellaneous items, which should be the women on the second floor. When I pushed open a nearby door, the dust fell down.

Uncle Long waved his fat hand and limped in, "Look, it's not bad. It's already good to have such a place when you come."

Wang Ruhu came in from behind, his eyes crossed the old man's head, and there was only a square bed inside, with only a wooden bed, and then a wardrobe. With his figure, it was not very convenient to walk. Fortunately, there was a single bathroom, and he didn't have to share it with others when going to the toilet. He just pushed the door open, and the bathroom sink inside was full of scale, a black layer exuded a musty smell. He pressed the flush button, and there was a 'dongdong' sound in the water pipe.

"Would it be a little small?"

The old man looked up and down at Wang Ruhu's figure, then looked at the room, rubbing the gray-white beard on his chin.

"It's a little small, but... it's also small, it's small, it's warm, easy to clean, and most importantly, it's cheap, and there's such a house as soon as I come. I tell you, you're lucky."

To be honest, Wang Ruhu didn't care about these things. He just stayed there for a while anyway, and he didn't really plan to stay for a long time. After asking for a doctor or brain expert, he would cure the amnesia and leave. As for here, he could still live there after cleaning up and laying a bedding. It would be nice to have a place to stay and someone to take care of him.

Thinking of this, Wang Ruhu nodded and agreed to rent here.

"Okay, then I'll thank Uncle Long."

The matters afterwards were not complicated. After all, those who came here and rented in such an environment had no legitimate way. They just negotiated the price, paid for eight dollars a day for a month. Fortunately, they searched out from the pockets of those black people and gave the old couple in the store a few tickets. There were only three hundred left. So they gave it to the old man together to help buy some bedding and toiletries.

After a while, I returned to the third floor with the brand new bedding and the stairs on the second floor, several women were smiling and cooking in the corridor, and occasionally peeking at the figures of the up and downstairs.

"See, you're so strong."

"If I pressed on myself, I wouldn't have to kill anyone."

"Haha...you're so sexy, you're thinking about it."

"Just... I see, I'm hoping to be pressed, afraid that you won't want to climb out from below at that time."

A group of women were of different ages. They got together without any scruples and became louder and louder. Among them, the slightly silent woman had an ordinary appearance but was also attractive. While scooping up the dishes from the pot, she smiled and greeted Wang Ruhu who had walked up the stairs on the second floor.

“…Where are you from?”

"Do you know, you were deceived by Uncle Long?"

"The same price, some places, the conditions are better than here."

Wang Ruhu looked at her, nodded and signaled her. He went upstairs with toiletries and went back to the room, hung up towels, placed a water cup and toothbrush, pulled open the curtains, let the wind blow in, and lay directly on the bed, with his feet exposed outside the end of the bed, and finally felt a sense of ease.

“It’s pretty good to have a temporary place to live…”

Squeak!

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Biao moaned, and his four legs couldn't hold on. He blew up and threw Wang Ruhu to the ground.

Well......

Picking up a broken foot of the bed, Wang Ruhu laughed and threw it aside.

‘It seems that it’s too early to say it’s good.’
Chapter completed!