In August 2018, Shuzhou City, midsummer, noon, is the hottest time of the day.

There was no cloud in the sky, and a scorching sun seemed to burn the space. The earth was as hot as a steamer.

In the bustling streets in the past, there was almost no one to see today. I don’t know where the cat was, and it seemed that the hustle and bustle of the past was buried in a quiet room.

Today is the weekend, and the weather forecast says the temperature has reached 39 degrees Celsius, and the surface temperature is even more unpredictable.

Such weather is naturally a bit daunting. Everyone is more willing to stay at home, turn on the air conditioner, drink cold drinks, or have a comfortable nap.

Everyone likes and looks forward to such a life, but not everyone has such a comfortable environment. At the bottom of society, there are still some people who are busy with life, sweating profusely under the scorching sun.

On the empty road, an old man, walking slowly on the clean and hot street, pushing a dilapidated tricycle.

Occasionally, he stopped and flipped through the trash can on the street. Even if he turned out a cardboard shell or a few plastic bottles, he could temporarily make a smile appear on his face.

The difference in expectations is that the joy you get is naturally incomparable.

In this city full of humanistic and economically developed city, some people are thinking that tomorrow's goal is to earn him 100 million first. However, some people are still hesitating about their livelihood of three meals a day.

The old man continued to push the tricycle to the next trash can, which had half a truck load of various things, old books, wire, cardboard, and even an old LCD TV.

He limped, his left leg was obviously not very coordinated, and there was something wrong with exerting force. I don’t know if it was born like this or had suffered some injuries.

"Master Zhang, please open the door!"

"Song Polang, it's you!"

At the gate of a dilapidated community, an elderly security guard was serious and even looked at the old man with a look of contempt.

The old man is not old, and he is actually only 48 years old this year.

But from the outside, her dark skin, thin body, turbid eyes, and haggard and wrinkled cheeks are really not matched by her age.

The security guard surnamed Zhang did not open the door for Song Pulan immediately. He was still sitting in the pavilion, squinting his eyes and blowing the fan, with an expression of disregarding attention.

Song Poulang was not angry and embarrassed. He had long been accustomed to such a roll of people over the decades of storms. He had seen too many even more excessive behaviors.

Such behavior is just because she wants some benefits, Song Poulang is ready.

He took out a pack of unopened cigarettes from his pants pocket, walked straight to the foyer with a little flattering smile.

"Master Zhang, please trouble you, it has been causing you inconvenience!" After saying that, he stuffed the pack of cigarettes into the hands of the security guard surnamed Zhang.

The security guard finally opened his eyes slightly and looked at the cigarette in his hand carelessly. He was a little unhappy and obviously looked down on this pack of cigarettes worth more than ten yuan.

But he also knew that he couldn't get any robbery from such a person. He had been a security guard in this community for several years and was quite familiar with Song Poulang, although he didn't remember what the full name of this person was.

Baoan Zhang slowly stood up and stretched. Then he walked to the operating table, picked up the remote control, pressed it, and the railing slowly rose.

"Get in, don't stay for too long!"

Song Polang said thank you and rode the tricycle towards the old-fashioned community.

The sun was scorching, and at this time, his forehead and neck were covered with sweat beads falling down. His old sweatshirt had already been wet.

But he didn't care about these things. For him, these were just ordinary things and wouldn't care about them at all.

The electronic loudspeaker was opened in time by him, and a long-recorded voice came from it, "Collection of rags! Old books, magazines, paper shells, old household appliances, scrap iron, copper and aluminum!"

The sharp and loud sound of electronic horns seems to bring a hint of vitality to the originally quiet community. But in the ears of some people, this is just another noise that makes people bored!

The community is not very big. Song Poulang has been wandering around in less than an hour.

There are naturally some harvests, whether it is the plastic bottles, waste cardboard in the trash can, or the waste collected by some savings in the community.

Song Poulang planned to wander around the community and then go to the next destination, so he pushed the unfilled tricycle and continued to ride slowly.

The sound in the electronic loudspeaker echoed in the community again.

"Bang!" Suddenly, a bottle containing half a bottle of Coke was smashed down from unknown to any other floor, and directly hit the ground beside the tricycle, then bounced back and jumped on Song Puhuan's body.

It didn't hurt very much, but the half-bottle of Coke splashed a lot on him, which also scared Song Poican.

"You are fucking sick. What's the name of a ghost in the community? You woke you up after taking a good nap!"

A sharp sound came from the third floor of a building next to it.

A middle-aged man with shirtless upper body and only wearing shorts was angrily scolding Song Pulang on the balcony on the third floor.

Song Poulang knew that there was something wrong with him and had been scolded for such a thing. However, he rarely encountered it when he threw it over with something, which made him feel a little angry.

However, it is better to have less trouble than more things. He didn't want to cause trouble again. He just looked at the middle-aged man coldly and planned to leave.

But the man was obviously a little confused, cursing and even greeting Song Poulang's mother. Such words finally made him unable to continue to bear it.

He stopped the car, pointed his finger at the middle-aged man, and shouted loudly to the upstairs: "Put your mouth cleanly, don't spit it randomly like you've eaten a feces!"

The man upstairs obviously did not expect that a person who collected rags would dare to scold him like this. He was immediately angry and said, "Should you wait for me." After that, he turned around and returned to the house, preparing to come down from upstairs to settle the score with Song rags."

Song Polang knew that he wouldn't have that good luck this time, so he might have to fight one.

Sure enough, the middle-aged man ran downstairs with great momentum and headed straight for Song Taolang.

Song Poulang is not willing to be outdone. Since this matter has already been involved, it is impossible to calm down the situation.

Unfortunately, no matter how he wants to act, he is a cripple after all. Whether it is his agility in his actions or his strength, he is quite different from that of a man.

The man walked over and kicked Song Pulang with one leg.

Song Poulang was also cautious and gave in to the side, just avoiding the kicked foot. But before he could make any other moves, the man's arm had already waved and slammed hard on his arm.

The caught off guard Song Poulang didn't have time to dodge, and he staggered and fell to the ground. He was about to struggle to stand up, but his arms were a little unable to lift and could not be used. He could only breathe heavily, sitting on the ground, staring at the other party with cold eyes.

The man did not give up. He walked to the side of the tricycle, lifted one side of the car with force, and then pushed it hard, overturning the tricycle to the ground.

"Pick up the rags and get out of our community. Let me see you wandering around our community, don't blame me for being polite."

After saying that, he turned around and left without looking back, never glanced at Song Pulang lying on the ground again. It seemed that he would get his eyes dirty after taking a look at him for one more time.

Song Poolan rubbed his arm, but fortunately, it wouldn't be a big deal, but it still hurt a little. He knew that the other party didn't dare to do anything to him. In public, the other party might be afraid that he would really cheat him.

He took out a copycat phone and wanted to call the police, but after thinking about it, he finally stuffed the phone into his pocket. Then, he silently got up and helped the tricycle that was lying on the roadside with difficulty.

A car of rags was scattered all over the ground, but no one would help, and they were more interested in everything that had just happened on their own balcony.
Chapter completed!