Chapter 2 first quarter

I asked him, what about the procedures for this car? My friend said that the procedures for the scrapped car can be used. I said, will the owner agree?Friends said, dead.I said that the relatives of the car owner would not agree either.My friend said that they all died in that car.I said, is that immoral? My friend said that they were all dead, but now you have continued the life of this station wagon.So you're going to come up with a name for this station wagon. I asked him when this car was manufactured. My friend leaned over the beam of the car for a long time and said, 1988. That's how 1988 came about.

And this friend of mine, I am going to welcome him out of prison right now, and tell him, good workmanship, 1988 never left me on the road. 1988 and I drove on the national highway for more than three hours, and the air finally became fresh.I passed a small town, and the sky was slightly awake at this time.The town is on both sides of the national highway, and the black auto repair shop and the colorful bathing city line the road.It seems that all the commerce in this town revolves around the truck drivers passing by on this national road.I took a fancy to a Golden Triangle bathing city, because this is the only bathing city with neon tubes in good condition. Not only that, but the five bathing cities below it are "sauna", "leisure", "chess and cards", "guest room" and "Finland". The labels are still on.

I parked 1988 in the brightest neon place, opened the door and went in.The security guard was wrapped in a military coat and slept on the sofa under the signboard of the welcoming pine with his back facing the road. The front desk attendant was missing.I called the waiter, and the security guard slowly stretched out his hand and lifted the military coat into the air. When he put it down, there was already a waitress half-sitting there.The waiter went to the back of the front desk as if he was sleepwalking while tidying his hair.I felt a little sorry, and asked, girl, look at the lights above you, what is Finland?

The waitress said blankly, ID card. I said, I didn't bring my ID card. She finally got a little expression, looked at me, and said, do you have your driver's license? I said, I didn't bring my driver's license either.I only live for one day. She said, no, we are all connected to the Internet by the Public Security Bureau, and you must show a certificate.What documents do you have with you? I took out all my pockets and only took out a driving license.I asked without confidence, is the driving license OK? I don't want the girl to agree very readily. I was afraid that she would repent, so I quickly stuffed the 1988 driving license into her hand.She actually seamlessly filled in the 1988 engine number in the certificate number column, and then dug out in the drawer for a long time, and gave me a key with a wooden plate.She pointed to the right side and said coldly, the stairs are there.

I looked in her direction, and saw the sleeping security guard welcoming the guests.He didn't move at all during the whole process.The waiter closed the drawer, and suddenly he opened his coat again.Damn this is too automatic, I thought to myself.The waitress suddenly said to me that Finland is the Finnish bath. I forced a laugh and joked, so I understand, why didn't I add a word bath? The waiter said contemptuously, these two words are two words, this is parallelism, isn't it pretty. I was about to continue asking questions, but the one lying on the sofa waved his wings, and the waitress immediately said, "I won't tell you, go up by yourself."

I opened the door of the room, looked around the room, and realized that maybe my expectations were too low, I think the place is ok, the downside is that the windows are small, and because it is on the second floor, it is surrounded by six iron railings.At this time, the sky is about to open, and there is a huge tree outside.I lay on the bed and was about to fall asleep when someone knocked on the door.I subconsciously touched my pocket, thinking that something was left on the registration desk, except for the key of 1988, which was on the desk, everything else was there.I said to the door, who.