Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao walked to the service desk, where a waitress in her thirties was sitting, holding a hot water bag on her chest. When she saw someone coming, she looked up at them.

Zhang Chen asked her if she still has a room?

The waiter shook his chin to the right and told them that there was still a bed.

Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao looked left and saw a long corridor, leaning against one wall, placing steel wire beds, occupying two-thirds of the corridor. There were people lying on the steel wire bed. This is what she called the trench.

Xiao Zhao took off the scarf covered by his head and told the waiter that we were both unable to sleep in a bed.

The waiter gave her a blank look: "You won't let you sleep even if you want to sleep. Do you have any letters of introduction and marriage certificate?"

Zhang Chen almost laughed, is he going to sleep in the corridor and want a marriage certificate?

Xiao Zhao begged: "Sister, can you help us think of a solution? We just got off the train."

The waiter looked at Xiao Zhao's face and asked, "What's wrong with your face? Did he beat him?"

"No, no." Xiao Zhao shook his head quickly, "I accidentally fell from the stairs."

The waiter looked at them suspiciously, and finally confirmed that Xiao Zhao was not lying. From the intimate look of the two of them, it was impossible to tell that they were beaten by this man.

The waiter thought for a moment, and she placed the hot water bag on the table in front of her, pointed to a bed behind her, and said to them:

"So, the man goes to sleep on the bed that is empty above his head, and the woman comes in and sleeps with me, and she costs twelve yuan alone."

Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao, say thank you quickly!

Zhang Chen's bed is at the end of the corridor, and then passes through it, which is connected to the bathroom and the public toilet. The outside is the men's toilet and the inside is the women's toilet.

Xiao Zhao took out the wallet from the bag Zhang Chen was carrying, thought for a while, and simply took the whole bag over, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "You are not safe."

Zhang Chen nodded, Xiao Zhao went back to the waiter's duty room. After a while, she came over with a basin in one hand and a thermos bottle in the other. She also had a towel on her shoulder, and there was a toothpaste and toothbrush in the basin. Xiao Zhao and Zhang Chen said, go and wash their faces.

The two went to the bathroom, brushed their teeth, and washed their faces. Xiao Zhao and Zhang Chen said that there is still hot water in the thermos bottle, so you soak your feet.

Xiao Zhao took some water with the basin and took it back. She saw that there was no one outside, kissed Zhang Chen on the face, and said to him, I'm leaving.

Zhang Chen smelled the cool fragrance on her body and wanted to hug her. Xiao Zhao smiled and avoided it.

Zhang Chen walked back to his bed, bent down, and found a white enamel washbasin under the bed. The basin was painted with red paint and the words "Red Flag Hotel" were written.

Zhang Chen took the basin and took the water into the bathroom. He came back and sat on the bed. He poured half of the hot water from the hot water bottle into the basin. The water was very hot. His left foot, whose shoes had been filled with water, was frozen and soaked in the hot water. It was a sensation after a while. It took him a long time to get used to it.

After soaking his feet, Zhang Chen felt much more comfortable. He put the thermos bottle against the head of the bed against the wall, and was too lazy to pour the foot wash water. He pushed the basin under the bed with his feet. Without wiping the foot cloth, he wiped his feet dry on his pants.

He looked at the man next to his bed, his feet were sleeping against him. If he wanted to sleep against the toilet, he had to sleep behind the guy's feet. Zhang Chen thought about it and would rather sleep against the toilet than on his head.

He covered his military coat on the quilt and got into the quilt. There was a heavy smell of smoke in the quilt. When he fell down, there was a smell of unpleasant clam oil and head oil on the pillow. Zhang Chen dropped the pillow, but the result was the same. He simply folded the military coat he covered on the quilt and placed it under his head as a pillow. Then he felt more comfortable.

But the quilt on his body looks thin.

The toilet above my head was a tiled sink with a piss. There was a water pipe on the sink. A row of small holes were drilled into the water pipe, and water dripped into the toilet trough below. At first glance, I thought it was raining outside.

The stool is also a tiled sink, but small rooms are divided by partitions on the sink. Someone squats and pulls the stool. The stool accumulates at the bottom of the stool, and waves of odor float out of it.

The partition on the top of the head is a wall two meters above the ground. In order to save water, the faucet on the water tank is closed to the smallest place and drips water into the water tank in a string like hanging needles. It will take about an hour to drip the water tank.

After it is full, the water tank will make a loud "wow" sound, and a water from the water tank gushes out of the water pipe, rinsing the entire sink cleanly. Then the odor will disappear, and the water tank starts to store water dripping drippingly again.

Every time there is a "wow", Zhang Chen will be startled.

He lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling above his head, and the bathroom connected to the toilet had no door. The light inside fell down like a frame, just framed Zhang Chen in the bright light.

At this time, if someone passes here and sees someone with wide eyes lying there motionlessly, he may be shocked.

Zhang Chen was very sleepy and tired, but he was not sleepy at all. He was going back to Yongcheng tomorrow, but he suddenly felt scared. He went from Haicheng to Zhanjiang, Zhanjiang to Guangzhou, from Guangzhou to Hangzhou, and headed north. He seemed to be trying to go home without hesitation, but when he arrived in Hangzhou and was lying in this small hotel, he suddenly felt scared.

It may not be fear, but timidity. Zhang Chen feels that fear and timidity are still different. Fear means feeling danger is coming, while timidity means that he has no idea in his heart.

Zhang Chen felt that this kind of fear or timidity, and even a little shy, was it? Which "timid" is the "timid" that is even more timid in the hometown feeling?

Zhang Chen thinks they all.

He felt that the shyness that was even more timid in the hometown and the heroic spirit of returning home in glory were exactly two extremes. So, that was vain again.

Yes, if you do well outside, and carry you back home with a sedan chair, you will be even more timid in your hometown. Those who are shy about seeing others will be those who are ashamed to meet others.

Zhang Chen sighed. He felt that he was just ashamed to meet people now, but he felt very embarrassed. When he went back and met an acquaintance, he didn't know what to say or how to face their inquiring gaze.

He knew that he was already a celebrity in the Yongcheng cultural system, the kind of celebrity who was good at doing well outside, who used to despise himself, but now he is ashamed of himself. Zhang Chen received several calls in Haicheng, and they were all called by people who were not very close to each other and were not familiar with him. From the phone, he could tell that the other party tried his best to please him, and almost said that he wanted to come and defect to you.

This made Zhang Chen feel a little fluttering unconsciously.

When I go back, what should I do when I meet these people?

There is another very realistic question, that is, what can I do when I return to Yongcheng?

He didn't know if the troupe could go back. He had never asked Feng Laogui. Even if Xiaowu went back, he had never asked for them, because in Xiaowu's opinion, this was just a joke and there was no need to inquire. He and Liu Ligan had long been impossible for him to go back to the troupe.

If I return to Yongcheng and want to go back to the troupe, I will definitely not be able to do it with Ding Baigou, or even Feng Laogui.

Either he went to the advertising company to do odd jobs, standing on the scaffolding every day to draw advertisements, and Zhang Chen was unwilling to do it. He felt that if he was standing on the scaffolding now, the person who was watching below was not looking at the paintings he was drawing, but pointing and talking about him.

Apart from these two, what else can I do when I return to Yongcheng?

Zhang Chen has never told his family that he was going back to Yongcheng. His family must still feel that he was still in front of his general manager and that he couldn't go home because he was busy. Seeing him suddenly come back, and it was not Jin Lili who came back with him, but another woman. He would definitely feel that something big happened at home, and asking this and that, he was so annoying.

He even vaguely felt that Jin Lili must have not told her mother that if Jin Lili's mother received the news, she would definitely run to their house. She also asked this and that, and she was so annoying.

Zhang Chen thought about it all night but couldn't figure it out. When people got up one after another in the corridor, Zhang Chen made up his mind and decided not to go back to Yongcheng first, and to see if there were any opportunities in Hangzhou.

But now everyone is on holidays, and you even want to find a job, but there is no place to find it.

Zhang Chenxin made a fuss and cursed himself, "No matter he is, let's play in Hangzhou for a few days first. Anyway, there is still money in your pocket, so it's still early to get to Yongcheng. It may not have left Guangzhou yet."
Chapter completed!