Lin Fang appeared in a dark alley.

The ground paved with blue bricks, the sewage flowing in the cracks of bricks, and the doors half-closed on both sides of the alley all reveal an old feeling with the colors of old photos.

Lin Fang walked past a courtyard gate and vaguely felt some kind of spying, but when he suddenly turned around, he found nothing.

He subconsciously changed his soul's vision, but found that no changes occurred.

It’s not that the soul vision has failed, but that he has no way to mobilize his soul vision at all!

This was the first time Lin Fang encountered this situation after he forged his soul body.

"Calm down! Be sure to be calm!"

Lin Fang reminded himself that he took a deep breath and suppressed his irritability.

It turns out that what is easiest to make people lose is not the sudden gain of powerful power, but the sudden possession of powerful power, but suddenly there is nothing.

Lin Fang smiled self-deprecatingly, no longer exploring the weirdness behind the courtyard gate, and walked out of the alley with big strides.

Leaving the alley and embracing the light again.

The classic car that was driving by quickly brought a piece of sewage on the roadside and poured it on Lin Fang mercilessly.

Lin jumped to the side with a conscious mind, barely avoiding a large area of ​​sewage, but accidentally knocked down a little girl standing at the entrance of the alley with a basket carrying a carpet and selling cigarettes.

"My cigarette..."

The little girl was about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a pair of braids, and two small bows on the tail of the whip. She was wearing a blue cloth hanging, a black long skirt, and a pair of simple cloth shoes. She was knocked to the ground and fell to her knees on the blue bricks. She didn't know what she rubbed her knees, and broke the hole and burst out bright red blood.

But she didn't care about the pain, nor did she care about the stains on her skirt, so she went to pick up the wet cigarettes in vain.

Whether it is bulk or boxed, any of the things that fall out of the basket she has with her hand are soaked with sewage on the ground. No matter how hard the girl works to rescue her, the result will be no different.

These cigarettes are beyond help.

Lin Fang looked at the back of the little girl selling cigarettes with an awkward look on his face, and wanted to tell him that this was an illusion. All the little girl and sewage were fake, but looking at the little girl kneeling on the ground and still working hard, he could not get over the hurdle in his heart.

"I'm sorry, little girl, stop picking it up, I'll compensate you."

"What are you paying for? Are you begging for food?"

The little girl turned around, her face full of tears. She pushed Lin Fang away with anger, "I'll take these cigarettes home first and post them on it, maybe I can sell them at a cheap price."

She put all the cigarettes she picked up on the floor back into the basket, carefully separate the intact and wet ones, not to get together, and then lift the basket and get up and leave.

Begging for food? How is it possible!

"I'm not a beggar!"

"Swish! You are not a beggar in this way. Could you still be a rich man?"

Dress like this?

Lin Fang, who followed the girl's footsteps, looked down at him and couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

He found that he was wearing a greasy "clothing" that was almost like strips, but it was actually a sack. He had drilled a few holes and exposed his head and hands.

I don’t need to leak my feet anymore, I just open my mouth.

It was such a ragged sack, with gaps everywhere and full of oil.

If I had known that I was dressed like this, why would Lin Fang have to hit someone else's little girl?

Lin Fang caught up with the little girl again. Where is this? Why did he come here? What are the tasks assessment standards for the deputy chief? He was too lazy to care about these things.

He just wants to keep up with the little girl and compensate her for her losses.

"Don't follow me, I don't want you to compensate, and you can't afford it!"

"I'm not a beggar."

"Not a beggar, then what are you doing?"

Perhaps Lin Fang had a sincere attitude, or perhaps he thought Lin Fang was quite handsome and didn't look like a bad guy, so the little girl didn't drive him away again.

"I'm...a chef."

Lin Fang hesitated for a moment and found that he could use the skills to hide his identity, as if he had only the cooking skills he had learned from Mr. Peng Zilin.

"Cook? You're a lie!"

The little girl refused to believe it, and she pouted, "If you are a chef, you will definitely be terrible to cook, otherwise you can't make yourself like this!"

"Well……"

Lin Fang couldn't help but touch his nose and defended him: "The taste of my cooking is actually OK. Don't look at me like this now, I was so awesome before!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! You are so awesome!" The little girl giggled, but subconsciously avoided certain words.

Lin Fang noticed this detail and couldn't help but feel moved.

It seems that this little girl has been well educated.

The two of them were walking and chatting, and Lin Fang spent most of his attention observing the details of the girl.

He noticed that the little girl walked close to the side of the shop on the side of the road. She would only move a little further unless there was someone entering and leaving the shop door. When the passers-by were staggered, she would stick to her again.

Also, the little girl is very vigilant and very alert, and always looks back and observes something from time to time.

Just looking at her appearance and fitting into the surrounding environment, a proper noun unconsciously surged into Lin Fang's heart.

When I walked out of the main street and walked around an alley, the little girl stopped Lin Fang and said solemnly: "Uncle, thank you for accompanying me so far. I am almost home. It is very safe here. Don't follow me anymore, I..."

The little girl hesitated for a moment, took out a two-point Xiao Yang from the corner of the basket and handed it to Lin Fang, "I can't help you too much. I saved this Xiao Yang for a long time. It's not too much, it's enough for you to have a big meal in the restaurant, or go to the appraisal shop to buy two old clothes."

Lin Fang wanted to say no, but he was poor and poor in this inexplicable environment and had serious shortage of funds for starting.

The little girl handed over the two corners of Xiaoyang, but she was undoubtedly a timely help.

"My name is Lin Fang. I will definitely compensate you for the money and the loss of your cigarette!"

"Hehe, you don't have to pay for it. It's good if you can have a meal, great chef!"

"May I have your name?"

"My name is Hu Xiaochan! It's time for me to leave, my mother is still waiting for me to go back to cook!"

Hu Xiaochan...Hu Xiaochan?

Lin Fang looked up suddenly, but the little girl's shadow was gone in front of him.

There are three forks in the alley, and you can see the head at a glance when you walk straight, but when Lin Fang walked to the intersection, he could not see the little girl on both sides.

If you want to find her, except by fate, maybe you can only go to the place where you first met her.

Lin Fang remembers that the reason why the little girl stood near the entrance of the alley was because there was a large theater next to her.

"I will pay you back ten times or a hundred times the money and your losses!"

Lin Fang said silently and turned around and left the alley.

Back on the main street, Lin Fang tried to ask someone about where the clothes appraisal shop was available, and then he realized how disgusting others were about him.

He followed Hu Xiaochan all the way, but did not pay attention to these details.

Now I find someone to ask for directions and find out how annoying my outfit is.

Fortunately, not everyone only looked at their clothes. There was a half-old woman with forty, wearing a green cheongsam, waving a scarf, standing by the side of the road, greeting something.

"Sister, where can I buy appraisal clothes?"

Lin Fang leaned over to ask for directions. The woman looked him up and down a few times, her eyes lit up. She didn't dislike him for being sloppy in clothes. Instead, she held his hand and asked diligently: "Mr., is this in trouble? If you don't dislike me, I will take care of food and accommodation in this store, and there will be eight yuan a month to deliver it. As long as you do something, can you agree?"

“???”

Lin Fang was a little uncomfortable with the woman's enthusiasm, but when he heard that there were eight oceans, he couldn't help asking, "What are you doing?"

"Sir, let's say inside that people outside are so talkative, don't let others listen!"

Lin Fang hesitated for a moment, and was dragged into the store by the woman.

As soon as I entered the store, Lin Fang felt something was wrong.

The outside of this store looks inconspicuous, and there is no serious store style, but it is quite big inside.

There are at least five tables in the huge hall, and there are several tables of guests drinking wine and laughing loudly.

But in the arms of every table, there were more or less embracing one or two women wearing cheongsams and heavy makeup.

Facing the table is a stage, someone is singing a minor tune, and the one is singing "Sending a Love Man". The voice is soft and charming, and the ups and downs are as if they are about to scratch the heart, making people itchy.

Just above the stage is the corridor on the second floor, with a staircase on each side, and the rooms above are full of red lanterns, but some of these red lanterns are lit with candles, while others are empty.

When he saw this situation, even though Lin Fang was slow to react, he realized that something was wrong.

"Sister, I'm afraid I can't do your job, so let's see you again!"

Lin Fang turned around and was about to leave, but was grabbed by the woman again. She smiled before she could speak, "Oh, little sir, where is the workplace not work? I could tell at a glance that you are extraordinary. How could you despise us because of our humble identity and falling into the world?"

After being told by the woman, Lin Biao would be hard to leave.

He asked all over the street for a long time, and the only woman did not dislike him in rags.

If you ask again, I am afraid that someone will still be disliked.
To be continued...