Chapter 7 Purple Mo Hongchen (7)

The Germans I dealt with turned out to be exactly what I expected.If he was wearing a black uniform, he would look like an SS soldier.He took off my coat and hung it on the hanger.He stood behind me and put on my coat as I left.But he never smiles.He stood on the balcony watching my coming and going, his eyes were dizzy like glass beads under the sun.He cooperated with me during the experiment, and once he took the cotton out of the dryer ahead of time, I immediately told him it was not possible.Even if it is only half a second early, I will not sign the lab report.I think I've really grown up

The ambition of the Chinese nation. One last time to do the experiment.I met the Mercedes-Benz I was familiar with again.It feels like it's watching me from somewhere.As soon as my feet in high-heeled leather boots came off the top, they came towards me silently. The driver said, "Hello, miss." I said: "Hello." "The old place?" "right." Three hours later I walked out of the building to find this Mercedes waiting for me.The driver opened the door for me, and the young man in the white uniform gave me an attentive look.The driver said: "Miss, please get in the car."

The driver took a sip of the slick Beijing film.The hair was blown without any mess.Silk front gram.Wearing a big bright yellow ring on the middle finger, my driver is so stylish and decent-he is the one who made the taxi look like my personal car. "Where do you want to go, miss?" I can go wherever I want.He reminded me.My work is done.The tour officially begins.Seven years ago, I passed the Madian Bridge every day.Every time I pass by, my heart always moves.I said, "Is there a Madian Bridge nearby?" "Yes. Just ahead." "Then go to Madian Bridge."

"Where is Madian Bridge?" "It's the bridge." "Okay." Madian Bridge became the first scenic spot I visited.A few years ago, I passed by Beijing in a hurry, took a walk on the bridge with a Beijing friend, and leaned over the bridge railing.Lean on the railing and look at the moon.The moon that night was big and round, shining brightly.I will leave Beijing the next morning.A friend said to me: "When you leave, Beijing will become an empty city." I believe in the law of the immortality of matter.Sound is a substance.Once these words are spoken, the sound waves will circle and float in the air from then on.I want to touch this warm sentence again, touch that sincere mood, to comfort the pain I have spent in a series of hypocrisy over the past few days.

The driver is very talkative today. "You live near Madian Bridge?" "No." "Are you from Beijing?" "No." "Do you want me to wait for you at Madian Bridge?" "No need to." "You want to change the car again?" I raised my voice and said, "That's right." The driver smiled slyly. "Miss, are you from the Security Department?" Not a bad idea.After all, it is a Beijing driver, and the political sensitivity is extremely strong. "How did you see that?" "We've seen a lot of people."

"Dare you take the initiative to provide first-class services to the security department these days?" "I'm an adventurous person. I want to enrich my experience. A man should always be well-informed." "Excellent. A well-informed person must know that risky behavior is not enough. The less secrets are known, the better." The driver immediately restrained his smile. "Of course. Miss, I was joking with you. Actually, I don't know anything about you." I said, "It's okay. I was joking too." The Mercedes almost hit the divider in the middle of the road.I said, "Just relax. I'm really kidding."

The driver nodded without saying a word, his neck stiffened.He doesn't believe my truth.I was originally an engineer engaged in cotton inspection.It's been more than five minutes by Mercedes-Benz.No kidding easy motion sickness.I don't want to scare a Beijing driver who is warm and considerate to me.He's just a little cocky.It's not a big problem, who doesn't feel a little self-righteous? As I got out of the car I said, "I'm sorry, this was a total misunderstanding. I'm an engineer, not a secret agent." The driver said: "It's a misunderstanding. You go away. I understand what you said. Please forget about me and my car number."

"But I don't remember it at all." "Then thank you!" All talk was in vain.No one believes the truth.When I got on the Madian Bridge, I saw my Mercedes-Benz leave like an arrow, disappearing into the ocean of Beijing cars. I lay on the railing of Madian Bridge thinking of my brotherly friend.But I found right away that people these days don't make me miss anything.A guy came up and asked if I had any dollars.I shook my head.After a while, another person approached me and asked if I wanted a pet.I couldn't restrain my curiosity and asked what kind of pet it was.He pulled out a puppy from the head of the former Kerry.The puppy looked at me with the flawless eyes of a baby.I stroked the puppy's head.The owner of the dog said: "It seems that you two are destined to each other, and I'll give you a bargain."

"How many?" "Fifteen thousand yuan." I was taken aback.Had to get off the bridge.