In a small wonton shop, the environment is a little noisy. The long green and yellow wooden table is installed on the wall, and the rotating fan is whirring.


    There are some big men eating wonton without arms, and there is no shortage of students living nearby.


    People come and go in the small wonton shop. They are all voices, mixed with the smell of wonton.


    It''s dry and hot.


    One of the girls gathered around the table and looked at their clothes as if they were female students from a nearby high school.


    They are waiting for the wonton to be delivered with a new mobile phone in their hands.


    One of the girls excitedly amplified the voice of her mobile phone, "ah, ah, listen! Mianmian''s new song is amazing!"


    The accompaniment was gentle and gentle. The young man''s voice was a little low and hoarse, and his pronunciation was clear. Every word was so gentle.


    The girl held her face: "it''s too sweet! Mianmian and Qingqing are a perfect match! They have been together for nearly two years, and they are still so sweet!"


    "I really envy you! I also want a boy who writes songs for me! You are all over my eyes. It''s sweet to think about it." another girl with short hair nearby also fantasized with her face.


    "Stop it, Pei Ximian, who doesn''t like a man? He can cook and be considerate and gentle. Just brush a microblog and eat dog food from time to time. It''s really heart stuffed to listen to a song!" the girl sighed and covered her chest.


    "Hey, hey... Little girl, who was that man you just said?"


    While several girls were chatting, a middle-aged man suddenly came to their table.


    The middle-aged man''s hair is messy. He is wearing a gray dark cowboy coat. He looks dirty and messy, like a beggar.


    When I came here, I came to my face with a choking smell of smoke and wine, especially the smell of wine.


    The girl close to Shaoyong had covered her mouth and nose, and leaned against the girl next to her without trace.


    These girls are young. Shaoyong looks like a beggar. They are afraid.


    They swallowed saliva and looked at Shaoyong warily.


    Seeing the precaution in the eyes of these people, Shao Yong smiled, and the crow''s feet wrinkled deeply at the end of his eyes.


    Shao Yong smiled kindly. "Don''t be afraid, little girl. I just think the name you just said is a little familiar. I just want to ask. Were you just talking about a man named... Pei Ximian?"


    One of the girls nodded slowly in fear, "yes, yes..."


    Shao Yong''s smile became more obvious. "Do you have a picture of him? I have a friend whose name is the same as him. I want to see if it''s the same person."


    Looking at Shaoyong''s dirty, messy and smelly clothes, the girls turned their mouths when they listened to his words.


    Just like you, how can you know their sleep!


    Shao Yongle smiled. He looked at a girl in front of him and glanced at each other''s new smartphone.


    "Little girl, your mobile phone is so advanced that there must be a picture of him?"


    The girl mentioned by Shao Yong trembled. She flustered and picked up her mobile phone and opened her photo album.


    With trembling fingers, she opened one of the photos, "this... This is Pei Ximian..."


    Shao Yong''s eyes were a little short-sighted. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked close to the girl''s mobile phone. The girl leaned back without trace and breathed.