Fu Yao said, "The screen is very fragile. You just have to be careful. As long as you don't fall to the ground, it shouldn't be much of a problem."
Fu Bing took out his phone again and swiped the screen twice. In the contact list, there was only Fu Yao's number.
He wanted to share the joy of being released from prison with others, but he didn't know who to contact. He used to have a lot of friends, and they called each other brothers over drinks. After entering prison, most of them lost contact. Even if he had a good relationship with them, he didn't know their phone numbers. Suddenly, his phone became a decoration.
After hesitating for a while, he said, "I'll give you the phone. Why would I want this thing? I don't have any friends anyway. It's just for show. You should use it. You young people have more friends. It's more convenient to use it."
Fu Yao said, "I have my own. You can use it. If you meet an old friend and ask for your number, it will be very embarrassing if you don't have it."
This time he took his uncle's pulse accurately.
His mother had told him that no one in the world cared more about their reputation than the people of China.
Poverty is a shame.
The Chinese were not as brazen and bold as the African Black Uncle and the South Asian Brother.
His uncle was definitely not a good person, but he was also not a bad person. He could only be regarded as an idiot who had gone down the wrong path. His uncle also valued his reputation very much.
Fu Bing said, "Then I'll use it first?"
He felt that what Fu Yao said made sense. It would be embarrassing if he didn't even have a phone when he went out in the future.
Fu Yao nodded. "Of course."
Then he took off the watch on his wrist and handed it to his uncle. "I've only worn it for two days. It's a little big. You should wear it. It should be just right."
Fu Bing refused without hesitation, "If I take your things, what kind of person would I look like? No, no."
Fu Yao didn't allow him to argue. He put it on his wrist and said with a smile, "Am I right? It's very suitable for you to wear. My wrist is too thin. It's very troublesome to amputate it."
Fu Bing said embarrassedly, "It's something your mother gave to your mother. How can you give it to me so casually?"
Fu Yao said, "Mom didn't give it to me. It was a gift from Mom's friend. You can wear it. I have a lot of watches at home. I don't really wear them myself. "
His mother had brought him to a banquet yesterday and forced him to wear a watch, saying that it looked dignified.
Fu Bing stared at the words on the watch and said with a smile, "I don't think it's cheap. It's three. Let, let's go. "
He guessed that his mother would stop by now.
After all, he had been a mother and son for more than 40 years, so he had plenty of experience in struggle.
When he got home, as expected, his mother was sitting steadily on the sofa eating melon seeds. When she saw him come back, she immediately asked about his well-being and poured him tea.
"Look, I just bought it." He proudly took out his phone and shook his golden wrist.
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. "Madam Fu said," We have to go back to the old street. "
"It's just an ID. I'll go myself," Fu Bing said. "Where's Dad?"
He walked around but did not see Old Fu.
"Your Dad is watching the gate of the neighborhood. Even though he doesn't earn much, it's enough to cover the family's expenses."
Fu Bing lowered his head and was silent for a while. He did not have the courage to say that he was not allowed to work.
He took the account book and two banknotes from the old lady's hand and went out again.
Fu Yao thought about it and decided to follow his uncle.
A black Rolls-Royce was parked at the entrance, covered in snow. Fu Bing remembered that he had come back in this car in the morning. He asked Fu Yao, "Can you drive?"
Fu Yao shook his head. "I don't have a China driver's license. I drank, so I can't drive."
Fu Bing said, "Holy sh * t. I have to get my license back."
However, he had to have an ID first. Without it, he could not get his license back.
They walked to the entrance of the neighborhood and hailed a taxi. Fu Bing gave the driver the address.
The driver looked puzzled. Fu Bing explained, "You don't know about the coke factory? Why are you driving a taxi? "
The driver laughed. "Bro, Shougang has already moved out. Where are you going to find a coke factory? Are you kidding me? "
Fu Bing was shocked. He mocked, "You're the one who's kidding me. How could you just move such a big steel factory?"
The driver said, "If it wasn't for your accent, I would have thought that you were from the countryside. How long has it been since you went out and watched the news?"
Fu Bing was silent.
The car honked from behind and the driver said impatiently, "Bro, hurry up and tell me where you are. You can't keep parking by the side of the road. You're blocking people's way."
Fu Bing said, "The bus company's maintenance factory can't be left alone, right?"
The driver said, "Which factory?"
Fu Bing said, "The second factory."
The driver said, "You should have said so earlier."
He stepped on the accelerator and the car sped away.
Along the way, Fu Bing kept muttering, "Why is the traffic jam so bad?"
The driver smiled and said, "It's not too bad. Usually, we can't go more than two miles in half an hour."
Just as he said that, the car suddenly stopped by the side of the road.
"We're here already?" This was not a place that Fu Bing was familiar with. "You can't be trying to fool me, right?"
The driver looked at Fu Bing in surprise. "Bro, don't tell me you just came out from the office. Look, it's the bus company's second maintenance factory. Those big words are hanging there."
Fu Bing looked out of the window and smiled embarrassedly. When he took out his money, Fu Yao had already given him the money.
Fu Bing got out of the car and walked in front. The road and houses in front of him were completely different from what he remembered. When he looked up, all he saw were towering buildings.
In a daze, he suddenly felt lost.
"Uncle, are you okay?" Fu Yao asked with concern.
Fu Bing said, "I'm fine. I hope the police station is still at the same place."
Fu Yao said, "Tell me the name and I'll look for it on the map on my phone. It's very convenient."
Fu Bing said the name doubtfully. His eyes were glued to the map on the phone screen. He did not really understand what he was looking at. In the end, he could only follow behind Fu Yao helplessly like a child.
The navigation on the map was very accurate. Fu Yao found the right location.
Standing at the entrance of the police station, Fu Bing refused to go in. After finishing a cigarette and taking a deep breath, he slowly moved in.
He always thought that the police would reprimand him after seeing his file. Who knew that they would be so kind and polite. He did not feel uncomfortable at all.
"You want to walk faster? Come back in half a month to get it. "Fu Bing took the certificate from the household registration officer and walked out of the police station in a daze.
At the entrance, he lit another cigarette and threw the empty cigarette box into the trash can.
Fu Yao saw that he had smoked a pack of cigarettes in such a long time and could not help but advise, "You can smoke less."
Fu Bing smiled and said, "I'm just nervous. I'm saying that I'm suffering in there. Now that I'm out, I suddenly let go and couldn't hold it in. Let's go and walk around. I grew up in this area. I didn't expect to get lost. Motherf * cker. "
He walked aimlessly on the streets and looked at the passersby, hoping to meet someone familiar. Unfortunately, he did not meet anyone.
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