These days, Song Zhichao got a bicycle from somewhere and rode his bicycle back and forth through the streets and alleys of Zhonghai City.

To be honest, this feeling is really good.

As the former "Shili Foreign Field", Zhonghai City has many attractive attractions, not to mention that there are not many cars in this era, and the air is extremely fresh.

After riding a bicycle, eating snacks from all over China Sea, tofu brain, fried bread, glutinous rice dumplings, crab shell yellow, mint cake, etc., Song Zhichao lingers. Especially when he arrived at the night market, he would see some vendors setting up stalls to sell cartridges and old books on many streets, making Zhonghai City’s nightlife full of a strong cultural flavor.

At 8 o'clock in the evening—

Zhonghai City, Jinling Road.

As the most prosperous street in Zhonghai City, Jinling Road is famous far and wide.

When Song Zhichao pushed the rented phoenix bicycle and swayed here, all kinds of noises came from his ears.

"Pear paste candy! Delicious pear paste candy! It's not delicious, no money!"

"Shengfried steamed buns! Weekly diary, Shengfried steamed buns, the provincial and excellent department, delicious and catchy!"

"Selling books, all kinds of magazines, books, and old books, only have them!"

"Look at it! I have all kinds of songs on this street - the four kings of Hong Kong and Taiwan, Little Tornado Jimmy Lin's new song has just arrived!"

Immediately, the deafening song sounded, but it was Lin Zhiying’s popular golden song "Not every love song has beautiful memories":

Thousands of words can't stand a word

Can't hold a grain of sand after repeated over and over

My eyes are different from others

If you understand, please don't leave

I follow the streets and the sea

How to laugh and feel crazy together

Love more, and accept all

Just don't see your tenderness

Not every love song has good memories

After using up, only separation is left...

Next to them, young men and women wearing fashionable jeans and sports sweatshirts couldn't help but walk towards the stall where they were buying and selling tapes and began to check their favorite singer albums.

On the other side, under the bright street lights, there are various vendors. In addition to selling food and drink, there are also those who carry loads of shaving their heads. However, in China Sea, those who dare to shave such heads are basically older people. First, they are used to this way of shaving their heads, and second, they are cheap enough. It only costs two or three cents to shave their heads. When they go to a beauty salon, they will cost several yuan to do whatever they want.

The barber was a master. He took the razor and rubbed it up and down on the smooth sharpening cloth for a few times, then took the brush and dipped it in foam, rubbed the old man's chin, making it look like a white beard growing. Then, the master took the razor and followed the bubble, hugged his waist, lowered his head, pinched the other person's chin with his hands, and shaved it seriously.

Look at the barber stall next to it, it is a small grocery store, such as flashlights, nail clippers, brooms, mops, slippers, socks... everything is available.

The one who was crowded around was the stall selling kitchen utensils. The elder brother's mouth was super talkative. He took a washboard for shaving radish, rubbed shredded radish shreds while beating at the crowd: "Come on! The friend in front of you only cares about looking, the friend in the back stands forward, the friend in the middle comes to look at me, and stands around in the middle, I will make an advertisement for everyone... Honghu water waves are shaking, what do you want... It doesn't matter whether you buy it or not, the key is to look at our new products... The shredded radish, radish strips, one brush or two brushes!"

As a "experienced person", Song Zhichao has a deep memory of these, so he pushed the car and watched in the crowd.

But before he could watch for a minute, he heard a commotion outside the crowd, and even heard someone shouting: "Fight! Come and see!"

This voice seemed to sound an alarm, which caused people to look back and watch.

Originally, people in this era liked to gather together - without mobile phones or Douyin, and the only fun was to watch people shout and sell things. Things like fighting were even more strange. Therefore, this shout immediately called the comrades who were selling carrot boards over.

The crowd scattered and went to see the fight, which made the rumor-talking vendor shout, "Don't leave when fighting, I haven't finished it yet! What's so good about fighting? Life is precious, stay away from fighting and right and wrong..."

Song Zhichao rode his bicycle and was about to leave - he was not interested in seeing any fights, but the beaten man pulled out the crowd and ran towards him. While running, he shouted at him: "Give up! Give up quickly!"

Song Zhichao: “…”

Before he could react, the man had already hit his bicycle like a bull.

Suddenly, Song Zhichao fell over.

...

Song Zhichao was knocked to the ground while riding a bicycle, but felt something flying high above his head, and fell to his eyes with a snap. When he looked closely, it was a "flip-flop".

Song Zhichao looked at himself and was wearing white Lifan sneakers. Then the black flip flops were...who hit him.

Looking at the man again, one of his legs was pressed under the bicycle, with long wavy hair, and a light white short-sleeved shirt on his upper body, and a big breeches with the American flag underneath. He looked very young and looked very young, but he looked very handsome.

Seeing that Song Zhichao looked at him, the long-haired man said, "Sorry, he ran hard - Jianghu emergency, let me use this bicycle!" After saying that, he didn't care about the scratches on his leg, and even more so, he didn't care about picking up the flying flip flops, pulled out his left leg that was pressed under the car, endured the pain, got up, and limped to lift Song Zhichao's fallen bicycle.

But before the long-haired man lifted up his bicycle, someone shouted behind him: "Catch the boy named Nie! I dare to use a beer bottle to blow my head. After all, I thought I was the eldest son of China Sea!" A fat man with a big belly shouted from behind.

Then two tough men with small flat heads chased after them and pressed the long-haired man to the ground.

The fat man behind came too, panting, his face and neck trembled, his head was wet, blood and beer mixed together, and he looked embarrassed.

"You run, why don't you run?" The fat man pulled up his Adidas T-shirt, wiped his fat face, and the thick gold chain on his neck swayed.

The long-haired man was pressed by the two of them and knelt on the ground, with his hands slitting behind him. One of the flat-headed men even put his knee on his back, making him unable to move or resist.

"Big soldiers, army, you two have made meritorious contributions. When I go back, I will reward you with merits." The fat man said to the two flat-headed men happily.
Chapter completed!