It was noon when I returned to Zixu Game Center. It was already crowded inside. Xu Hongxia asked to leave when she saw this. Lin Ziwen also said that she would go back to school in the afternoon, so she didn't go in and left Li Zetao back to the game center. The two of them went down the main street along the road.

Lin Ziwen first spoke, "Sister Hongxia, the road is not good, the bus must be crowded, I'll get a taxi for you?"

Xu Hongxia doesn’t like to take a car. She just had a full meal and wanted to do it: “No need, it’s sunny this day, it’s not like walking in the snow, what kind of taxi? Let’s go along the way and walk together. The air is so fresh, just breathe.”

Lin Ziwen thought it was good to walk. The two of them got on the sidewalk. The snow was trampled by pedestrians and covered under today's snow. The feet were easily slipped. Not far away when they walked out, Xu Hongxia almost fell down twice. Lin Ziwen went to help her, but Xu Hongxia grabbed her and stopped letting go: "This road is too slippery. I'll hold you and walk. Four legs are more stable than two legs."

Xu Hongxia is 16 or 7 cm taller than Lin Ziwen. She hugged Lin Ziwen under her armpits. Lin Ziwen was awkward to be hugged by her, and muttered, "It's so ugly that you hugged me like this. My classmates wouldn't laugh to death if I saw it."

Xu Hongxia took a few steps and felt much more stable. She laughed and said, "What are they laughing at you? I'm not afraid of being ugly. What do you think of?"

"How could you not laugh? I was hugged by a big girl on the road and was still tilted. If this was spread, it would be known to all students in the school the next day." Lin Ziwen did not exaggerate the facts. The rumors in J all had wings, and they could fly two or three times in the teaching building in a day.

"They know, I'm your sister hugging her younger brother. If you want to go, those little bastards will go as they want. If you want to say something, let them talk casually and pay less attention to them." Xu Hongxia is a stingy person, she doesn't care about such things.

Lin Ziwen had no choice but to let her press her shoulders and sway for a while and couldn't help but say, "Sister Hongxia, what have you used? The fragrance on your body is so strong?"

Xu Hongxia said proudly: "Did you smell it? This is the most expensive cosmetic in our department store. Do you think my face is white? It's just that the cosmetics are white."

Lin Ziwen looked up at her face. It was indeed white, much whiter than her neck. It was too fake. Most people's face was slightly darker than their necks. Xu Hongxia used cosmetics to apply her face white, and her neck looked darker than her face. In fact, makeup is very taboo for this, but in closed places like Shancheng, almost no one understands it. Many fashionable women do this.

After sucking his nose, Lin Ziwen muttered in a low voice: "This fragrance is so scented. After walking for a while, I feel a little confused."

Xu Hongxia said angrily: "What do you little kid know? This is popular now."

Lin Ziwen said dissatisfiedly: "It's popular to make yourself so fragrant? In the middle of winter, are there any mosquitoes that you can smoke?"

Xu Hongxia annoyed him and decided to find a way to treat him. Her eyes turned and thought about it: "My sister Lin, do you have a partner?"

"No, what are you doing?"

"Isn't it true? Don't fool your sister?"

Lin Ziwen saw that she was cheating, and was a little wary, and said with caution: "How old am I, I still have to study every day, and it's not my turn to flirt with the little girl."

Xu Hongxia grabbed Lin Ziwen and stopped leaving. She squinted her eyes and looked at Lin Ziwen up and down, and then she felt so angry that she said, "Are you a man? Look at your hair, listen to your movements, and stand up straight like a child." When Lin Ziwen stood up straight, she said, "I am in my teens and not as tall as the girl in the front yard of my family, look up." Lin Ziwen looked up, "I don't even have Adam's apple, but I'll say it's good to smell the fragrance on my body, but you just say it's so furry, what do you know?"

After training Lin Ziwen, Xu Hongxia proudly pulled him forward. Lin Ziwen thought to herself that she was not a slander, it was bad or bad. If she couldn't say it, she would still be overwhelmed by Xu Hongxia, who was still unsatisfied: "If I hadn't played with your little cock back then, I would have thought you were a woman now, haha."

Lin Ziwen squatted and broke free from Xu Hongxia's hand, blushed and retorted: "You are proud. I have never seen a woman who can still be a hooligan. You are the only one in Shancheng."

Xu Hongxia laughed so hard that she leaned back and closed her arms, covering her stomach with her hands and panting, saying, "No one who acts like a hooligan will look for you. I'm afraid she doesn't even have hair growth, hahaha."

Lin Ziwen knew that this game was completely defeated. He did not grow hair yet. Last week, when several boys were going to the toilet together, everyone was discussing and studying. Even Wang Guangwu had a small circle of hairs slightly thicker than other places. But Lin Ziwen looked carefully and found that he had not yet.

Now I can't walk with Lin Ziwen anymore. The two of them walked along this road. However, the snowy road was slippery and had a certain amount of exercise. Xu Hongxia walked down the sidewalk and stood by the road to stop a taxi and suddenly felt a chill. It turned out that Lin Ziwen quietly walked to the back and stuffed a snow ball into her collar and ran away. Xu Hongxia couldn't catch up with her. She smiled and scolded and held a snow ball under her feet and threw Lin Ziwen. Unfortunately, she was not hit by him.

Lin Ziwen didn't go back to school, but went to Hua Bookstore to buy some reference books, "The Magical Medicines and Recipes", "Northeast Local Specialties", "Ginseng Product Processing Technology", "Prospects and Prospects of Frog Breeding", "Fungus Planting Technology", "Northeast Hot Pot and Manhan Recipes", and then went to the department store to buy some cosmetics and things in a mess. Lin Ziwen went to the second floor and bought a schoolbag and put them in.

After leaving the department store, Lin Ziwen stood on the side of the road and found that he had no suitable place to go to school. He was not too blatant to read extracurricular books, so he couldn't calm down. Recently, he went home in broad daylight too often, so he was not good if his parents noticed that he was absent from class. The four game centers were all noisy at this time, and the environment was not as good as the school environment; there was no foreign fast food in the mountain city, and there was no library. In summer, Lin Ziwen could go to the riverside to find a tree shade and sit under the trees. Now it was ice and snowy, and there was nowhere to go.

"Even if there is a teahouse or a cafe, it's fine." Lin Ziwen muttered, knowing that in this era it was impossible for me to look around for a long time, and remembered a place: Shancheng Grain Deposit Guesthouse

The Grain Deposit Guesthouse is located on the street of Shancheng Grain Deposit opposite J Zhong Road. It is close to J Zhong, Lin Ziwen’s home and Zilong Game Center. The guesthouse is a special unit under the planned economic system. The Grain Deposit Guesthouse usually provides accommodation for business travelers from all over the country who come to purchase crop goods. On the black soil of the mountain city, it mainly produces coarse grains such as corn, soybeans, sorghum, etc. Although there are very few fine grains, Xijiang tribute rice was always left in the Qing Dynasty and was sent to the Forbidden City for food for royal relatives. It is also famous.

It is December now the cold winter and the end of the year. There are almost no people staying in the Grain Deposit Guesthouse. It is deserted and there is not even a mouse. Lin Ziwen took the bus to the Grain Deposit for more than ten minutes. When you walked into the guest house, there was a man and a woman. There were two young men in their twenties who were eating melon seeds and chatting.

"Child, who are you looking for?" The young man saw Lin Ziwen walking towards the counter at the registration office, thinking that he was looking for someone he was looking for.

Lin Ziwen looked around and the guesthouse was quite warm. It seemed that there were many radiators installed. He said to the young man: "I don't want anyone, I want a warmer single room. I probably stayed until New Year's Day, only stayed, not for you to have a meal."

The young woman suddenly bent down and covered her mouth with her hands. She coughed and spit out the melon seeds in her mouth. The young man didn't know what was going on with her. She held water and knocked her back. It took her a long time to figure it out that she heard that the child was going to live in a guesthouse. She bit her tongue in surprise.

Lin Ziwen stood there and watched them work. After a while, the young people of their children were no longer in pain. They raised their heads and talked to Lin Ziwen, and their voices were still a little vague: "Little brother, which elementary school are you from? Did you skip class after fighting with someone, or did you steal money from your family and escape? We are here for the guesthouse, where will the purchasing staff and leaders from other places live? Go home, my sister has no time to coax you to play with you."

"I am also a purchaser. You can just ask me to register and find a room for me to live in. I will give you the room, and it's not up to you from the grain warehouse." Lin Ziwen smiled and took out fifty dollars from her pocket and put it on the counter, reaching out to get the registration book next to her.

The young woman grabbed the registration book with her hand, but Lin Ziwen didn't take it, "Little brother, go home quickly, don't wait for your adult to find her, but no one stops you from being hit by her." The young man smiled and said, "You are still a buyer at this young age, so don't be caught while playing outside, and sell it to human traffickers from the south to purchase children."

"Oh, it's not too detailed. I'm really fine. Come on the south. Beat some small business. Come and register for me." Lin Ziwen made a few nonsense Southern dialects. He really spoke southern dialects, and he was still a little afraid that these two people wouldn't understand them.

Both young men were amused, and the young woman had to refuse. The young man stopped her and said, "Then we will let you live, but we can only register for one day."

In 1992, many places did not require an ID card to register accommodation. At that time, there was no technical means to arrest fugitives online, and state-owned guesthouses could not allow prostitution and prostitution. The banks did not have real-name systems. When registering the guesthouse, many people simply filled in the money by simply filling in the hotel.

Lin Ziwen paid five yuan for accommodation fees, and the young man sent him to a single room on the second floor of the guesthouse. The single room was about six or seven square meters, with a single bed, a writing desk, two sofas, and a black and white TV.
Chapter completed!