He quietly got out of the car, put on a hat, cut off his head, put on a windbreaker, put on mirrorless glasses, and walked out with his guitar on his back.

"Boss, please order some fish ball noodles."

"okay."

It is still this long street full of nightclubs and bars. This is the place where Cheng Yiran has hung out the most since he came to this city... and this is also the place where he has eaten the most.

At that time, there were only two of him and Hong Guan, and every time they stayed up late at night, they would cook here. For two people, two bottles of Harbin beer, and a skewer of whatever they wanted, they would be very full.

He found that he couldn't get used to the food Zhong Luochen made.

Even though they were exquisite and even had a taste that could make his taste buds surrender, he still couldn't get used to it... just couldn't get used to it, and he couldn't get used to it for no reason.

Maybe that place is too silent.

But it was still afternoon, and the nightclubs and bars on Dachang Street had not yet opened for business. The entire street seemed quite deserted... Besides, it was not meal time.

Sitting on the table opposite were a few little boys, the kind of students who skipped school early and ran around. At this time, they were just talking about some games.

"Here, the fish ball noodles you want...have I seen you before?" The boss who brought the bowl of noodles frowned at this moment.

"Really?" Cheng Yiran took the disposable chopsticks and broke them apart. He used the chopsticks to stir the sauce in the bowl and said, "It's not surprising if I've seen it before. Boss, you set up a stall here every day and you must see more people than me.

"

Maybe the boss was too busy at this time, so when he saw someone who seemed like someone he could chat with, he pulled out the small stool in front of the table and sat down, "Oh! I like what you say. Uncle, I really see a lot of people here!"

Men and women, rich and poor, infatuated and ruthless, whoring and selling, there are many!”

"That's good." Cheng Yiran smiled and said, "It must be interesting."

"That's right!" Uncle snorted: "I, Yu Danqiang, have been selling fish eggs here for so many years, and I have experienced ups and downs. What weird things have not happened to me?"

"Really?" Cheng Yiran took a big mouthful of noodles and was idle, "How strange is it?"

Yudanqiang slapped the table and said, "If nothing else, do you know Cheng Yiran?"

"Is he famous?"

"Tsk, tsk, you are carrying this thing like a music player, but you actually know who Cheng Yiran is?" Yudanqiang tsk-tsked: "The most popular person in the city right now is him, you really don't know?

"

"Do you know him?" Cheng Yiran said amusedly.

Yu Dan said forcefully: "I know him, but he doesn't. But let me tell you, this Cheng Yiran may be the person who ate fish eggs at my uncle's place! Tsk tsk, that guy, before he became famous, I heard he was

Just hanging around here."

Cheng Yiran didn't like the word "goofing around", so he ate the noodles quietly without responding.

Yu Danqiang suddenly said: "Oh...Have I really seen you somewhere? You look like..."

"What does it look like?" Cheng Yiran frowned.

Yudan came forward forcefully, stared at him for a while and said, "It seems to be a guy I met one night."

"Really?" Cheng Yiran lowered his head and sandwiched his face.

Yu Danqiang recalled: "Uncle, I made a fortune that night! There was a guy who gave me a meal as a gift... Hey, it looks similar to the one you are carrying, what kind of booger is it?

Or shit? Well, I said no more anyway, I can't go on. Guess what? I tell you, just after that guy left, another weird guy came, and he opened his mouth and said he bought the Beijing Normal University.

He is also a weirdo, uncle, I offered a low price, but he didn’t show any concern, so he forced me to offer a high price, tsk tsk, I really don’t understand the world of rich people!”

"You...do you remember the appearance of the person who bought the thing?" Cheng Yiran suddenly asked.

Yu Danqiang was stunned for a moment, frowned and thought for a while and said: "It seems...eh, what does it look like? It's strange, uncle, I'm not boasting about my memory. I can't remember it?"

"I'm full." Cheng Yiran suddenly dropped his chopsticks, and then quickly wrote a number on the banknote he took out, "Boss, if you meet the person who bought the bass next time, please call me and tell me

.I will give you another windfall."

"It's easy!" Yu Danqiang happily flicked on the ten-dollar bill with the phone number written on it, but when he saw that the guest had already stood up and left, he was suddenly stunned, patted his head and said: "Fuck, wait a minute.

, have you ever asked me about this? Before??"

At this time, a passerby suddenly exclaimed: "Is that Cheng Yiran? It's really Cheng Yiran!!"

Seeing several people rushing towards the guy's back, Yu Danqiang patted his head again, feeling that he might have missed one...

"Fuck! If I had known he was a big star, I would have charged twenty yuan a bowl!"
Chapter completed!