As soon as he said it, Sheng Chuncheng re-registered a WeChat ID with the note (masseur, door-to-door service).
In the afternoon of this day, Sheng Chuncheng took a rest. He rode his bicycle to the West Lake, Wulin Square, West Lake Yintai, and Longxiang Bridge. He went wherever there were people, thinking about where there were people.
In this way, more people will take their mobile phones to search for people nearby, and more people will see him.
He changed places every half an hour, in order to increase the possibility of being searched by more people. He nervously held the phone in his hand, almost making it thin. The water came out of his hand, but actually it was in the palm of his hand.
of sweat.
But the phone has been silent and unresponsive. Sheng Chuncheng really wanted to catch someone nearby and ask, why don't you search the people nearby? Have you seen me? I, the masseur, come to your door.
Sheng Chuncheng stood there and looked around. People around him were in a hurry. Few people were looking at their mobile phones. There were just a few who were staring at the screen of their mobile phones while walking. Sheng Chuncheng stood behind them and stretched his head to see. Their
There are either games or Douyin short videos on the mobile phone screen. How come people nowadays have no interest in the people nearby?
At around four o'clock, almost exhausted from running all afternoon, Sheng Chuncheng was sitting on the steps in front of the Hangcheng Building. Finally, there was movement on his cell phone. Someone applied to add him. Sheng Chuncheng felt ecstatic and quickly agreed.
As soon as he came up, the other party asked directly: "How much does it cost?"
"Two hundred." This was his first customer. Sheng Chuncheng didn't want to lose him. After typing two hundred, his heart trembled and he quickly added: "Today's opening offer is 40% off."
"Send me a selfie and take a look, no pretty pictures," the other person said.
"What selfie?" Sheng Chuncheng asked confused.
"Of course it's a selfie taken by a little girl. If it's an ugly person, don't say 40% off, or give it away for free," the other person said.
Sheng Chuncheng suddenly realized that the other party had misunderstood, and quickly said: "We are a regular massage service."
The other party didn't stop for a second and immediately blocked him. After blocking him, Sheng Chuncheng felt that the other party must have scolded him.
Sheng Chuncheng stared blankly at the phone screen that had returned to silence and sighed.
Riding a bicycle, Sheng Chuncheng went home with a depressed face. Ding Huamei also came back. Seeing the unlucky look on Sheng Chuncheng's face, she knew that Sheng Chuncheng died before leaving the army. Ding Huamei asked:
"Why, no one has contacted you?"
Sheng Chuncheng smiled bitterly: "Yes, there are, but what they want is not my kind of massage."
Ding Huamei nodded, understanding.
The two of them sat facing each other across a small dining table, not even in the mood to cook dinner. Sheng Chuncheng and Ding Huamei said, "Try searching for me. Is there something wrong with this newly registered WeChat ID? Others are searching for it."
No one nearby can be found.
Ding Huamei took out her mobile phone, lowered her head and fiddled with it, then raised it up to show Sheng Chuncheng. Sheng Chuncheng saw that his WeChat ID was on it.
Sheng Chuncheng smiled bitterly.
"Wrong!" Ding Huamei suddenly slapped the table and shouted loudly.
"What's wrong?" Sheng Chuncheng stared at Ding Huamei.
"You are wrong." Ding Huamei chuckled.
Sheng Chuncheng thought that Ding Huamei was still thinking about the person who joined him in the afternoon. There would be something wrong with this. Of course, what he wanted was not his kind of massage.
"Inexplicable." Sheng Chuncheng muttered.
"Come on, brother, let me analyze it for you." Ding Huamei patted the table again, and Sheng Chuncheng looked at her.
Ding Huamei said: "Look, you are a masseur who provides door-to-door services. Do you think that people nowadays are so careful? When the delivery boy knocks on the door, he has to look through the peephole first or open the door a little crack.
How brave do you have to be to ask someone to come to your home for a massage?
"Especially, for example, if a girl like us wears so little during a massage and invites someone to come to the house, wouldn't that be inviting a wolf into the house? Unless he or she is really cowardly and calls a chicken or a duck.
, you dare to do such a thing, so it is normal for you to attract that kind of people, and ordinary people will not join you. Tell me, am I right?"
Sheng Chuncheng thought for a moment and felt that Ding Huamei's words still made sense, so he nodded.
"Then what do you think we should do? Let me add another sentence at the end, I promise that I am a good person?" Sheng Chuncheng asked.
"Then someone must believe you." Ding Huamei laughed, "Either you put the word 'good person' on your forehead, I will take a picture of you, and you can make a WeChat avatar."
"Get out!" Sheng Chuncheng cursed.
"If I leave, you will regret it to death." Ding Huamei said proudly instead of being angry.
Sheng Chuncheng heard something in her words and quickly said: "What, do you have a solution?"
"I have... Oops, my shoulders are so sore today." Ding Huamei shouted.
Sheng Chuncheng stood up, walked behind Ding Huamei, pressed her shoulders for a while, and asked:
"Comfortable?"
"It's comfortable. It's professional after all." Ding Huamei nodded and said, "Continue, continue, don't stop."
"I won't stop, but can you say it?" Sheng Chuncheng asked.
"Of course, good people are far away in the horizon but close in front of us."
"Me?" Sheng Chuncheng asked.
Ding Huamei nodded: "You? That's right, but I have to know you to believe it. How do you make people who don't know you believe that you are a good person?"
Sheng Chuncheng patted her on the back of the head: "If I knew, I wouldn't have to ask you."
Ding Huamei chuckled: "Okay, let me open the question in another way. Let me ask you, have you ever heard of a blind man working as a thief or a robber? Have you ever heard of any good women who were raped by blind men?
"
Sheng Chuncheng's heart trembled, and he shouted: "You mean, I'm going to be a, be a..."
"Blind masseur!" Ding Huamei said, "Are you immediately harmless to humans and animals? Are you a good person and can make people let down their guard immediately? Who would be afraid if you invite a blind person to your home?"
"That's great!" Sheng Chuncheng couldn't help but exclaimed. He felt that this was really the case. If he were a blind masseur, others would be relieved.
Sheng Chuncheng wanted to change his WeChat notes on the spot, but was stopped by Ding Huamei. Ding Huamei said, it's not as simple as changing your name. From now on, you must look like a blind person no matter how you look. Only you will look like a blind person no matter how you look.
Only then can you become a blind masseur. Otherwise, if you become a blind masseuse, you will have to collect your corpse for me.
"Come on, come on and let me see if you look like a blind person." Ding Huamei and Sheng Chuncheng said.
Sheng Chuncheng stepped away and really started walking in the room. He tried his best to recall in his mind how the blind masters in the shop walked, and he imitated them.
Ding Huamei watched carefully. She could see the blind people coming and going next door every day, and she knew them well enough to judge them.
"Go, go get me a glass of water." Ding Huamei and Sheng Chuncheng said.
Sheng Chuncheng recalled how the chefs in the store usually walked over to pour him water. This chapter has been completed!
