Chapter 632: The Story in the Story
No wonder the north wind is so strong and the snow is falling so heavily.
After eating a few steamed buns and feeling full, Lin Yiyi's uneasiness in her heart was slightly suppressed.
But it was just a little bit of pressure.
Then he thought of his current difficult situation.
She felt like she had suddenly fallen into a desert and could only count on the man in front of her who was like a signpost for help.
For fear of the dirt on her clothes falling off, Lin Yiyi only sat on half of the seat. She leaned forward unconsciously, unilaterally shortening the distance between herself and the driver's seat.
She thought about it dozens of times and decided to start with the simplest greeting, "Driver, you have helped me so much.
I don’t even know your name yet, but if I have the chance in the future, I will definitely repay you.”
Zhao Sheng glanced at her in the rearview mirror and smiled disapprovingly.
The female gangster starts to get close to him, and the next step should be to get familiar with him so that it will be easier for her to do things?
"My surname is Zhao, and my given name is Sheng."
"Zhao Sheng?"
Lin Yiyi had always intended to flatter someone, so naturally she would praise the name and bring up a bunch of stories.
She opened her watery eyes, smiled and exclaimed, "Wow~ your name is so nice, the word Sheng suits you very well.
Prosperous, luxuriant, and growing upwards indicate that you are a positive, optimistic, and charitable person.
It also means that you will definitely achieve great things in the future."
"To describe it in one sentence, line by line, line by line."
Just now, Zhao Sheng deliberately tested her by specifically mentioning her surname Zhao. Seeing that she had no reaction, the one or two doubts in her heart disappeared in an instant.
He let her flatter him, straightened his back and smiled nonchalantly again.
"You can also explain names, so tell me what your name means."
Lin Yiyi heard the sarcasm in his words and saw the disdain in his expression, but she still smiled ingratiatingly, as if she didn't notice anything unusual.
"My name is a little boring when spoken..." She wanted him to guess, but it was snowing and dark when they were driving.
For the sake of safety, he avoided the twists and turns. "Yi Yi, who follows the trend, doesn't it seem a bit like a fence-sitter?
Sometimes it is quite true that a person's name is as good as his or her character. "It's a pity that her last name is Lin, which means Lin is Ling, which means she has no one to rely on.
What a coincidence? Zhao Sheng asked slowly, "What's your last name?"
"Twinwood Forest."
Lin Yiyi did not lie and gave her real name directly, because she knew that there was no one like her in this era, and any name she gave was just a code name.
Even if she said her real name, people who didn't believe her would just think it was a fake name.
The three words "Lin Yiyi" made Zhao Sheng's already cautious heart rise to the highest level. The educated youth who died in the village was called this name.
Perhaps it was because the monotonous life in the truck was too boring, he became more curious about the mysteries surrounding her.
It is unbelievable and unheard of that two people have the same name and surname and look alike.
She is not that Lin Yiyi, but her name is Lin Yiyi.
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Deliberate attempts to get closer didn't work, and after they exchanged their names, they fell silent again.
We arrived at a small town at 6:30 in the evening and it was completely dark.
Lin Yiyi didn't know where it was, and didn't dare to ask, so she just sat in the back and rubbed her hands to keep warm.
Zhao Sheng saw that she was wearing thin clothes and was also disgusted by her dirty appearance. After considering the time issue, he said, "I'll take you to the bathhouse and you clean yourself up.
Lift up the cushion. There are my clothes in the bag underneath. You can wear my cotton jacket for the time being."
Lin Yiyi nodded and did as she was told, taking off her sports jacket and putting on his old cotton-padded jacket. The man’s clothes were large and thick, and kept her warmer than hers.
The snow fell all day and didn't stop.
There are a lot of icicles on the road.
Lin Yiyi followed behind Zhao Sheng and almost slipped and fell several times.
When she arrived at the bathhouse, she opened her eyes.
The transactions of money and bills gave her a deeper understanding of what period she was in.
It should be between 1960 and 1980.
There are not many people in the public bathhouse, and the hot water can relieve the fatigue of the day.
For fear of catching a cold, Lin Yiyi soaked in the bath for a few minutes longer.
It took less than an hour to wash my hair, take a shower and do clothes.
If there wasn't mud on the ends of her hair, she wouldn't wash it at all.
After all, it's too cold.
Hair doesn't dry easily.
The towel Lin Yiyi used was a man's face towel. After her hair was almost rubbed, she went outside to the brazier to warm the things in her hands.
A palm-sized piece was mixed into clothes and roasted like a thief.
The man outside the bathhouse had finished his bath long ago and went to the restaurant to buy ten steamed buns and two lunch boxes of egg drop soup.
When Zhao Sheng saw Lin Yiyi, who had secretly come out wearing men's clothes, he made eye contact with her and walked towards the parking lot.
We had dinner in the car.
Lin Yiyi had just eaten steamed buns two hours ago, so she naturally couldn't eat corn bread now. She only got half a box of egg drop soup.
Zhao Sheng crossed his arms over his chest, leaned back in his chair and glared at her, "Where do you sleep tonight?"
Thinking about the fact that she slept in the same bed with him last night, Lin Yiyi was too embarrassed to say it. She pursed her lips and glanced at the back row next to her.
"In the car?"
He asked knowingly, and then answered himself, "No, I want to have a good rest tonight and stay in the guesthouse."
"Then you stay in the guesthouse, and I'll live in the car by myself." Hearing that he wanted to stay somewhere else, Lin Yiyi was happy from the bottom of her heart.
"There's cargo in the car. Do you think I can let you live in the car alone?"
Lin Yiyi could understand that the man thought she was a thief, but she was unwilling to live with him for this reason.
But she had no choice and no say.
Finally, before the truck drove into a courtyard, Lin Yiyi got off the car in advance as Zhao Sheng had instructed, and went around the red brick wall to the alley behind.
Standing under a telephone pole in the snow, I played the supporting role in a tragic movie.
After waiting for a while, a window on the first floor opened.
Zhao Sheng showed half of the man's cold face and waved at her. Lin Yiyi trotted over and, with his help, half-dragged and half-lifted her into the window.
The single room is about a dozen square meters, and apart from a wooden bed, there is only a charcoal bucket for burning firewood and a table and stools.
There was a low-wattage light bulb in the middle of the roof, with a spider web wrapped around it.
The simplicity and oldness reveal the poverty.
Lin Yiyi touched the square table and sat down on the crooked-legged wooden stool, feeling nothing but disgust in her heart.
What sin had she committed to end up in such a hellish place?
After Zhao Sheng finished making the bed, he stood by and looked at her. Seeing that she didn't move for a long time, he urged her coldly: "Take off your clothes."
"You go to sleep first. I'm not sleepy yet."
Lin Yiyi wanted to sit there for half the night and sleep in the car tomorrow, so she refused with a smile.
Zhao Sheng frowned. If it wasn't convenient for her to stay in the guesthouse, why would he choose the first floor?
It's cold and damp.
The next night it snowed heavily and the temperature dropped to more than ten degrees below zero. The two of them had to huddle together to keep warm.
Why is she pretending to be reserved now?
Zhao Sheng was furious. He stared at her with his dark eyes, sneered, and said nothing more.
He locked the door and opened the window a crack.
Take off your coat and lie down directly on the bed.
He tapped the bed with his index finger with distinct knuckles and counted. After a few minutes, the room was plunged into darkness.
Power will be cut off in non-specific places at a certain time.
No matter how hard Lin Yiyi tried to endure, she still couldn't sit there freezing all night in the pitch-black night.
She tied the string around her waist a little tighter before she got onto the not-so-wide bed.
But when she reached the bed, Lin Yiyi became suspicious again and she did not sleep next to Zhao Sheng.
Instead, she lay down at the end of the bed, sleeping on each side of him.
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