Chapter 2 The Hard-to-Recite Sutra
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She was originally a beauty, and she wore black stockings, so she attracted a lot of attention.
A group of people are watching.
If your cards are good, people will keep an eye on you.
The cards are bad, so we need to keep an eye on him!
And then... I, the unlucky guy, got a three-pointer!
The other two grandsons in this game directly came to super double.
And you said it's a coincidence...this girl is still playing at a high level. The kind with a base score of 320...
Lu Yao was in embarrassment. The beauty lowered her head and within 30 seconds, the game was over.
A cap of 1.6 million came directly.
With a handful, the balance of the girl's happy beans became 2,000 beans given by the system.
Then... the girl raised her head again.
He said nothing and stared straight at Lu Yao.
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The two of them looked at each other in silence, accompanied by several men including the old man...
Silent condemnation spread from this moment on.
OK.
Lu Yao turned his head.
Look, I'm fine.
As long as I don't look at you, I'm not embarrassed.
Everything is stable and the world is at peace.
Then after waiting for a while, he thought about it and tentatively turned his head and glanced at the beauty again...
The other party stopped fighting, but when he looked at her, she also looked up at Lu Yao.
As if to remember his face.
Lu Yao thought for a while and turned his head again.
I've made up my mind...it's better not to look at others.
After finally reaching the stop, he whispered:
"I'm sorry."
Then without waiting for the other party to respond, he left as if running for his life.
He was a little speechless all the way to the driving company. After punching in, he was assigned to the area for tonight.
A night's work began.
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To be honest, driving is quite interesting.
Because you can meet all kinds of people.
In this era, APP software is still in its infancy, and Lu Yao actually has a lot of ideas in his mind, but he doesn't know much about the procedures in this area.
Programmers and researchers seem to be practitioners in the same industry, but in fact they are as separated as mountains and have some fundamental differences.
As a chip design institute, he can use codes to implement various circuit design layouts in EDA, but if he is asked to directly make an APP or the like, the difficulty and threshold are there, and he becomes a "genius" in a short period of time. Baiden, that's nonsense.
This time he planned to buy a book and study on his own first, then sign up for a class in school and study it slowly by himself.
Leave it to others... He doesn't trust it.
In my previous life, I saw too many things that stole results in the office. In addition, today's smartphone systems are not really open source, and most of the technical methods based on Android will only gradually mature next year.
He has time.
And the driving business is not assigned by APP, but squatting at various doors to meet people, looking for jobs, or waiting for deployment by the main station.
Today's business was unexpectedly good. There was a big boss who took Xiaomi with him or something, so Lu Yao took a job to the outskirts of the city.
The cost of driving alone was close to 200 yuan, and when checking out, the boss put his arms around the petite and lovely girl and gave him an extra 300 yuan.
Inside and outside is just one sentence:
"Keep your mouth tight."
Lu Yaoxin said: Do I know who you are?
But on the surface, he still nodded and respectfully sent the customer away.
Then I rode my electric bike back slowly.
He was busy until about 3 o'clock in the morning. After sending a nightclub guy to take his sister there to do the work of "go to your house, my house, or Home Inn", Lu Yao planned to get off work.
Tonight, his turnover was 740 yuan. Although the company had to take part of it, he would definitely be happy to meet such a big boss who gave tips.
Seriously good business.
The electric car is also out of power.
He came to a night supermarket and gave someone 20 yuan.
A pack of bonus packs and a bottle of water.
The remaining money is money for charging.
Industry unspoken rules.
After moving a small mat and sitting on the suddenly quiet street, Lu Yao lit a cigarette for himself.
"Huh..."
He exhaled a puff of smoke leisurely and looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar city with a somewhat hollow look in his eyes.
The night in Shanghai is noisy.
But no stars can be seen.
Light pollution is noisy.
And in this silent night wind, Lu Yao suddenly felt an unusual peace.
He doesn't know whether this city in 2010 is his hometown.
What is hometown?
He was holding a cigarette, with a trace of thought in his eyes.
There is actually no hometown in this world, right?
Just because there is a foreign country.
"Huh..."
Thinking of this, he exhaled a long breath of smoke.
But at this moment, his walkie-talkie suddenly rang.
"Please call back if you are not on duty as a driver."
"I received it on behalf of driver 107, please speak."
"Hello 107, are you off work?"
"...not yet."
"Well, there is someone in front of the SPEACE bar here who needs driving service. The license plate number is Shanghai AG3301."
"107 received, will be here soon."
Putting away the walkie-talkie and looking at the battery that had just been charged, Lu Yao shook his head with regret.
He reloaded his bike, rode his folding bike, turned on the warning light on his reflective vest, and walked towards the bar street not far away.
Bar Street is not far away, less than a kilometer.
The SPEACE bar had a large plaque and was very lively. Lu Yao easily found the Mercedes-Benz with license plate number 3301.
The passenger door was open, and a pair of beautiful legs in black stockings that looked vaguely familiar to Lu Yaoyao were exposed.
..."Hello, Ping An Chai 107."
Although these beautiful legs with black stockings looked familiar, Lu Yao really didn't connect his client with what happened in the afternoon.
But when you look up along this leg, you meet a pair of slightly intoxicated eyes...
Lu Yao regretted a little.
The woman who had obviously been taking the subway in the afternoon was now sitting in the passenger seat of the Mercedes-Benz SLK, which Lu Yao thought was extremely ugly, and was looking at him with confusion and surprise.
Obviously, Lu Yao knew Black Silk, and the woman wearing Black Silk also remembered him who cost her 3.2 million.
Lu Yao decided to pretend not to know each other.
It's a pity, she is obviously more beautiful after drinking than she looked on the subway.
"Hello, Ping An Driver No. 107, is this the driver you called?"
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The woman was silent for a moment and nodded:
"It's me."
"Okay, please put your legs down and I'll close the door for you. Please open the trunk."
After hearing Lu Yao's words, she retracted her legs.
Lu Yao politely closed the passenger door, opened the trunk at the same time, and walked over with the car.
The trunk is not big, and it is difficult to fit a suitcase in such a front-wheel-drive coupe.
When he walked to the trunk, he saw a stainless steel insulated lunch box and two shoe covers.
After carefully moving the insulated lunch box aside to prevent it from being scratched by his electric car, he closed the trunk and got to the driver's seat.
After opening the door, adjust the power seat as if nothing happened.
After getting in the car, he turned off the warning lights, fastened his seat belt, and said formulaically:
"Hello, Ping An Driving Service No. 107 is here to serve you wholeheartedly. Our charging standard is 99 yuan within 10 kilometers between 12 o'clock and 7 o'clock in the morning. After that, an additional 20 yuan will be charged for each kilometer. Any less than one kilometer will be settled according to the one kilometer standard. . Where is your address? ”
"...Go to the Bund."
The narrow carriage smelled of second-hand smoke mixed with perfume, and this weak voice came through these smells.
Lu Yao nodded and said formulaically:
"Okay, the destination is the Bund. Do you have the specific house number?"
"Whatever."
"Okay. I'll drive over there first and decide when I get to the destination, okay?"
"Yeah."
She looked out the window and responded.
Lu Yao put the gear into gear and looked at the odometer:
"I would like to confirm with the guest that the current mileage on the odometer is 3329.5 kilometers, starting from 3330 kilometers. Is that okay?"
"Yeah."
"Confirmed, please fasten your seat belt. Ping An Driver No. 107 will serve you wholeheartedly."
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There was no engine roar, and the SLK smoothly drove out of the parking space and headed towards the Bund.
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At 3 o'clock in the morning, the magic city has faded away from the prosperity of the day. There are few cars and the road conditions are good.
Lu Yao always maintained a good sitting posture and drove the car, which could transform into a wild beast at any time, safely on the road.
One kilometer.
Two kilometers.
Three kilometers...
No music, no radio.
No woman looks back.
No one spoke to him either.
He didn't care, and continued to replay the French he learned tonight in his mind.
At this moment, music suddenly sounded in the car.
When he came to his senses, he took a look.
Only then did her white fingers leave the player and landed on the air conditioner.
Turned off the air conditioner and opened the car window.
Air mixed with the smell of dust blew in.
The wind blew her hair, and Lu Yao smelled the fragrance of flowers again.
"I am wasting my time laughing at you~"
"Love competes for the beauty of mirror flowers~"
Zhou Huajian's gentle voice echoed in the car along with the song "The Hard to Recite Sutra".
"Ah~ha~I can't bear to leave the bright world~"
"Ah~ha~I can't escape the joy of infatuated love~"
"Ah~ha~can't find the color to replace it~"
"Ah~ha~ participate in life! I can't understand it! This is a difficult problem!"...
Lu Yao was silent, following the song in his heart, and then, in the sound of music, he heard a trace of sobbing.
He turned his head and glanced.
The woman is crying.
She was lying on the edge of the open window, her head buried in her arms, and her legs in black stockings were curled up on the seat.
Turning his head, he carried Ping An Driving 107 on his back and cried silently.
She didn't seem to know that Lu Yao could clearly see how embarrassed she was crying through the rearview mirror on the right side.
But Lu Yao still didn't speak and continued to drive smoothly.
After the song "Hard to Recite Sutra" was played, the woman wiped her tears and played it back.
Zhou Huajian's voice seems to be very suitable for this kind of silent crying.
The night breeze covered her vulnerability.
The fluttering hair brings the fragrance of flowers.
Before we knew it, a dozen traffic lights, a section of viaduct, and a 15-kilometer journey had come to an end.
The Bund has arrived.
"Guest, where are you going?"
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The woman said nothing.
He just continued to turn his head, blowing the night wind of Huangpu River.
Until... I didn't want to run down the road so aimlessly and stopped the car in front of a road near the river.
The woman's emotions seemed uncontrollable.
Finally, she was sitting in the passenger seat and covering her face.
Howling.
Lu Yao still didn't speak, but turned up the volume of the "Hard-to-Recite Sutra" that had been played all the way.
The woman cried more and more unbridled.
The volume drowned out the cries.
Let the evening wind become noisy.
Back. Miss you.
(End of chapter)