Post-80s Siege

"How can a child's thinking be the same as ours?"

Su Wei said with a smile: "Don't call us so old, it's just four years older than her. But, this little guy is coming back, I'm very happy when I think about it."

The car drove towards Pudong Airport quickly, Yawen fiddled with the steering wheel with his slender fingers, and there was an invisible smile on the corner of his mouth. The car is full of charming perfume smell, and the unique aroma permeates the whole space. Little thing is coming back again, she couldn't hide her excitement on the phone, she must come back for an interview, as if she wanted to tell herself a big secret. The memory slowly returned to that not so cold winter.

Two years ago on Yuyao Road, in front of a red "Benz", Yawen was on the phone hysterically, and on the other side of the phone was a first-year student at the Film Academy. After hooking up the phone, an exasperated Yawen leaned against the car to smoke a cigarette, and looked at the fashionable men and women coming in and out of the nightclub. In the cold air, sequined vests loomed in fur coats, and girls writhed their drunken high heels and struggled down the steps. Against the backdrop of the night, they look extraordinarily enchanting. From time to time, a luxury car slowly drove into the narrow parking lot until all the parking spaces were filled. The other cars were parked on the side of the road and waited, honking their horns constantly, which made Yawen even more irritable.

A dark blue "Jaguar" sports car moved forward steadily until it stopped in front of a seat marked with a reserved parking space. The security guard ran forward quickly, removed the fluorescent color sign that seemed bulky and was jealous of countless vehicles, and saluted respectfully. "Jaguar" finally parked in that parking space, and the sound of the engine gradually quieted down. From the corner of the parking lot, a man with a short stature and a hunchback came out. His clothes were ragged, his dark blue overalls were full of stains, and his broken cotton shoes had a few holes in them. The man moved towards the "Jaguar" with difficulty, using a large feather duster in his hand as a crutch. Until he walked to the sports car, he carefully wiped the dust-free roof of the sports car with a feather duster. Bunches of chicken feathers moved rhythmically across the whole body of the car, and the car seemed to become more blue and bright after the feather duster slid by, unceremoniously occupying the neon lights at the entrance of the nightclub proudly that only VIPs will special reserve parking space. After finishing everything, the man walked to the left side of the vehicle body and bowed his head to the glass window. The headlights went out, the window slowly lowered, a slender hand covered with French armor threw a note along the window, and then the window rose slowly, isolating everything inside and outside the car .

Yawen threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and the cigarette butt fell to the ground sadly. He was stepped on twice by the metal heel of Yawen's high-heeled shoes, and was instantly crushed flat. "This is Shanghai, it's money, money, money, handsome guys ran away with rich women." Yawen was talking to himself as he was about to get in the car and go home, when he was suddenly attracted by the noise in the crowd.

In the crowd, a hip-hop girl was pulling another yellow-haired girl. A boy next to him in baggy jeans kept pulling the yellow-haired girl back and pushing the hip-hop girl along the way, an obvious two-on-one. The three of them quarreled loudly to the house music coming from the nightclub. The loud music, the hip-hop girl's English, and the boy's Shanghai dialect are mixed together, and the scene is chaotic. People around watched the performance with great interest and pointed. A faint siren sounded in the distance.

Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted: "The police are here!"

I don't know where the strength came from, Yawen rushed up and grabbed the hip-hop girl and said: "Get in the car!" He said, grabbed the girl's hand and escaped from the crowd. Soon, "Running" left the nightclub and the bustling crowd at the door behind. The girl sat in the car, humming hip-hop, as happy as if she had just finished listening to a concert.

"Why are you so bold? Aren't you afraid they will hit you?" Yawen asked while stepping on the gas pedal.

"No reason." The girl hummed nonchalantly.

"Dare to get in my car? Are you afraid that I will find a place to sell you?" Yawen kept looking in the rearview mirror, making sure that no car was following.