"Are you?" Dong Qiangqiang couldn't hear the other party's voice. He secretly wondered: Before he could tell his mobile phone number to his language classmate who was studying in other cities, how could anyone call him in Chinese?

"I am Jin Yuan. Where are you?" A low voice came from the phone.

"Jin Yuan?" Dong Qiangqiang couldn't help but shout, "I'm here in college. Where are you?"

"Did you see the horse in front of the main building?"

"Yeah, I saw it. You..."

"See you below at 12 noon." Jin Yuan hung up the phone after saying that.

Dong Qiangqiang held the phone, confused, not knowing what Jin Yuan sold in the gourd. He looked down at his watch and it was already 11:25. The things he ate for breakfast were unknowingly digested, and now his

He was so hungry that he screamed.

He looked around and saw that there seemed to be a mobile phone store on a street two hundred meters away. He hurriedly ran over, quickly recharged the mobile phone card, and bought a portion from the Turkish barbecue restaurant next to him.

Large Roujiamo set meal.

11:55, Dong Qiangqiang sat on a bench not far from the galloping horse statue, eating roujiamo in big mouthfuls while paying attention to Jin Yuan's figure.

There was a little more beef tendon in the Roujiamo, and Dong Qiangqiang was a little stuffy with his teeth.

What surprised him was that Jin Yuan did not show up until 12:15.

This guy is really unreliable. Dong Qiangqiang stood up while thinking, patted the dirt on his butt, and planned to throw the garbage in his hand into the trash can on the side of the road.

When he passed a tree next to the stone road, someone suddenly whispered behind the tree: "Hey!"

Dong Qiangqiang turned around and saw a young man wearing a baseball cap, a pair of black sunglasses on his nose, and two band-aid patches on his face, carrying his backpack, leaning against the tree, waved to him.

"Jin Yuan?" Dong Qiangqiang was shocked and walked to the tree in two steps. After approaching, he found that Jin Yuan's face was blue and purple, with blood scabs under his mouth, and neck

There are also bruises on it.

"You? Why did you make this happen?" Dong Qiangqiang couldn't believe his eyes, "Are you fighting?"

Jin Yuan snorted, didn't say anything, and lit a cigarette.

Seeing that the other party did not answer, Dong Qiangqiang immediately changed the topic: "I have been to the house you found for me, but the landlord said he didn't receive the money." He paused and stared at Jin Yuan's sunglasses, as if he wanted to see the other party.

What are you thinking, "What's going on?"

Jin Yuan held the cigarette in his mouth, lowered his head and took out an envelope from his top pocket, and handed it to Dong Qiangqiang.

Dong Qiangqiang took the envelope suspiciously and asked while opening it: "What is this?"

Jin Yuan spitted a mouthful of cigarettes, as if he was making up his mind.

Dong Qiangqiang pulled out a stack of banknotes from the envelope: "Is this?"

Jin Yuan threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it hard with his feet, and slowly looked at the ground and said, "There is 4,000 marks inside, so it's a compensation." As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Dong Qiangqiang felt that he was a monk who was confused: "This... what happened to Jin Yuan?"

Jin Yuan's figure slowly disappeared at the end of the blue-gray stone road.

The other party took him 3,700 marks and said that he would not rent a house, which made him lose his house. Now he inexplicably gave him 4,000 marks. What is this?

Dong Qiangqiang didn't know what Jin Yuan had experienced during this period. The fact is that he didn't have time to care too much. He knew in his heart: If he didn't hurry up, he would still sleep on the streets tonight, but he really didn't want to sleep on the train again.

He stood (although he didn't really sleep in the train station on the first night).

Lu Wei is right. Bismarck Street is really easy to find, and you can find it just by finding it four or five streets.

Still far away, Dong Qiangqiang heard various sounds coming from the front. Accompanied by the noise were the bustling crowds and the traffic slowly moving forward.

With the abortion, Dong Qiangqiang walked to a temporary small door in a square. The first thing that caught his eye was people of different skin colors and various fruits and vegetables.

Isn't it a second-hand goods market? Why does it feel like a farmer's market? Dong Qiangqiang was a little surprised and walked into the market with confidence.

The flea market occupied a large part of the square. Dong Qiangqiang walked for a while and gradually walked out of the farmers' zone and into the daily necessities trading zone.

He thought foreigners would only trade some ordinary old goods here, but he didn't expect that there were any second-hand goods: in addition to various old porcelain, old electrical appliances, old bicycles, old clothes, old wine barrels, there were even old carriages and old cars.

Such large items are simply two different worlds from the farmers' trade zone. He watched them casually, reached out to touch them from time to time, and then talked to the seller for a few words. The more he walked around, the more he felt the more interesting he felt.

At a corner stall, Dong Qiangqiang suddenly saw a square machine with floating soil on the cover. His eyes lit up, and he immediately walked forward, gently wiped off the floating soil with his hands, passing through the dark gray

The translucent cover can be seen with a disc-shaped object inside and a small rectangular box next to it.

Seeing the black letter "revox" engraved under the machine, Dong Qiangqiang immediately recognized that it was a vinyl record player.

"Is this still useful?" He did not rashly lift the cover, but just stroked the fuselage carefully, "How much?"

The stall owner was a bald man with a typical German face. He held his thick lens with his hands, glanced at Dong Qiangqiang, and snorted like a mosquito: "500 mark."

Looking at the record player, he couldn't help but think of the happy times when he got together with his friends in China to listen to vinyl. It was such a good thing, Dong Qiangqiang thought to himself.

"Can it be cheaper?" he asked tentatively.

The German uncle seemed to have not heard him speak, and turned proudly and ignored him.

After asking for something boring, Dong Qiangqiang turned around angrily and continued to look for someone who might rent the house.

Turning to around 17 o'clock in the afternoon, the stall owners in the flea market began to close their stalls, and tourists also began to walk out one after another. The event seemed to be over.

Dong Qiangqiang followed the crowd dejectedly toward the square. It seemed that he would be spending another night at McDonald's tonight.

When he passed by a book stall, he suddenly heard a woman from the far left sternly saying in Chinese: "Chen Dahu! Do you still have a conscience when you break up with me for this woman?"

Hearing the sound, Dong Qiangqiang's mind immediately showed the face of the woman in a khaki windbreaker. He looked to the side, but his eyes were covered by a piece of green canvas wrapped outside another stall.

He walked towards the green canvas curiously, and two "slap" slaps suddenly sounded in his ears, the sound was clean and crisp.
Chapter completed!