It's night.

Zhang Kun tossed and turned on the bed with a frown. After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't think of a way to make his mother happy.

Zhang Kun sighed helplessly and looked at the ceiling blankly.

The wall clock on the wall has already pointed at two o'clock, and time is not long.

Zhang Kun smiled bitterly, it seems that it is probably impossible to come up with a way to make my mother happy in a short time. The first plan has been declared bankrupt, so he can only choose a backup plan.

The so-called backup plan is that since it is impossible to make my mother happy, then pretend to be miserable.

Use the method of pretending to be pitiful, so that my mother can't bear to take action after watching it, or at least, it can make her move lightly when she gets angry.

Although this is not a good idea, it is already the last solution that Zhang Kun can think of.

So, just do it.

Zhang Kun got up with a carp, then tinkered in the bedside wardrobe, found a piece of clothing that he had bought for a long time but didn't wear much, and went out.

He greeted the security guard on duty at the gate at night and walked onto the main road. Zhang Kun did not call the taxi, but Zuo Zhang hoped for a while.

It was already two or three in the morning, and even in Yanjing, there were not many pedestrians on the main road.

Zhang Kun watched for a while, and after confirming that no one noticed him, he flashed into an alley in an instant.

The alley is very dark, and there is only a dim light flashing in the middle. The range of the light is about one meter below the light. Therefore, although there is a street light, it is actually almost the same as not.

However, Zhang Kun's eyesight was far superior to that of ordinary people at this time, so in the dark alleys that ordinary people think, Zhang Kun could still vaguely see some blurry scenes around him.

In addition to the memories that occasionally pass by here in the past, Zhang Kun can at least walk normally.

As for why not turn on the flashlight on your phone, cough...

Zhang Kun smiled awkwardly, and finally came to his target.

A large dark green box, about one person tall, close to the box, you can vaguely smell a strange smell, like a musty smell, and like a bad smell of food. It vaguely, but it seems to have a faint fragrance.

Through the dim moonlight, you can vaguely see a few big words on the box: Clothing recycling.

Yes, this is a love donation station and a recycling point for used clothes, which is also Zhang Kun’s goal this time.

Smelling the strange smell of the recycling bin mixed together, Zhang Kun resisted the faint discomfort, then opened the flip of the recycling bin and pierced it in.

Zhang Kun was in a hurry and then carried out all the clothes in the recycling box and placed them carefully on the ground.

At this time, Zhang Kun finally took out his phone, but he still didn't dare to turn on the flashlight. He just scratched the unlock button and looked at a lot of clothes on the ground with the faint light on the phone screen.

After carefully putting the phone aside, Zhang Kun squatted down and began to search.

Zhang Kun’s goal is a set of clothes he can wear.

But after searching for a few minutes, Zhang Kun's eyes twitched.

It’s fine for women to have a thin suspender skirt, but what the hell is high heels? Although the recycling point also accepts donations of various shoes that everyone doesn’t want, these things are obviously sent to various disaster areas or poor areas. Are you sure high heels are suitable?

And then…three-point swimsuit?

Finally, when Zhang Kun carefully picked up a pair of underwear that had obviously not been washed with his right thumb and index finger, Zhang Kun finally couldn't help but shivered all over, and then he threw the underwear far away into the trash can without thinking.

Please, although donation is a manifestation of love, at least you can wash your clothes?

Besides, just those underwear that obviously has more than three holes, are you sure you can donate it to others to wear?

He forced himself to endure all kinds of complaints in his heart, but thinking about his purpose, Zhang Kun took a deep breath and continued to search.

A few minutes later, Zhang Kun's eyes lit up, and a set of casual clothes for boys. I'm not sure whether it's spring or autumn clothes. Anyway, I've worn them in these two seasons.

Zhang Kun picked it up and put it on his body and drew it. It just fits well, and it is suitable for both length, shortness, fatness and thinness.

However, there was a faint musty smell on the clothes, but there were no obvious stains on the clothes. It must have been washed and kept for a long time before I threw it here.

At least it was kept in the closet for one winter, or even several winters.

But no matter what, these clothes have been so much better than before, at least Zhang Kun can accept them.

Zhang Kun carefully folded the recycled clothes and put them aside, then put all the remaining clothes on the floor back into the recycling box. After that, Zhang Kun picked up the clothes he brought at the beginning that he had not worn much after buying them last year, and also put them in the recycling box.

I clapped my hands and got it done.

So, I finally know why Zhang Kun didn't turn on the flashlight, because the purpose of Zhang Kun came out this time was to steal an old piece of clothing he could wear from the recycling box.

Well, it can't be considered stealing, after all, I put one back and it should be called a replacement, yes, change, change one.

Moreover, although the clothes I put back were not very expensive, I haven't worn them a few times after I bought them. I can't say they are brand new, but at least 90% new, which is better than the one I took.

At least, the recycling bin is not a loss.

Well, although it is a bit unreasonable to say this and change the concept. Let’s not care whether this behavior is considered stealing or changing, it is not a righteous act in the end. Therefore, it is better not to let others pay attention to it if they can avoid being noticed.

After getting the clothes he planned, Zhang Kun went back to Siheyuan directly.

After arriving at home, Zhang Kun threw his clothes into the washing machine as soon as possible.

Although there were no obvious stains on the clothes, they should have been washed. But the moldy smell that lasted for a long time, coupled with the strange smells that I had been in the recycling bin for a few days...

Although Zhang Kun has no obsession with cleanliness, Zhang Kun obviously can't wear that kind of clothes.

After making it three times in the washing machine, Zhang Kun took it out and cooled it up and put it in the drying cabinet, so he didn't have to worry about not drying when he was about to wear it tomorrow.

Looking at the old clothes in the dryer, it was a light green casual clothes, which was a bit like Zhang Kun’s school uniform when he was a child. The clothes looked a little old. The collar of the clothes seemed to be washed too much and turned slightly white. There was a small hole in the elbow of the right hand, but it was not obvious.

Zhang Kun also tried the zipper of the clothes, fortunately, it was normal to close the upper and lower parts and pull it smoothly.

There were a little wrinkles on the clothes and pants, but Zhang Kun did not intend to iron it.

There are traces of slightly worn on the heel of the pants.
Chapter completed!