Shortly after returning to the prison, a prisoner who was doing miscellaneous work handed in the iron bar and the food was really bad, two steamed buns, a bowl of porridge, and a plate of salted cabbage.

Zhang Ziwen looked at the food in front of him and cursed in his heart, Damn! It’s really a meal that costs money. No wonder the prisoners in the prison all had their own dishes and just ate this thing. How good can their complexion be?

I just got to deal with it, and after eating two steamed buns, I was in good spirits. I couldn't sleep even if I lay on the small iron bed. I was very bored in this small prison. Time felt so slow, and it was really hard to live without freedom.

Zhang Ziwen thought to himself that he felt uncomfortable for only a short while, and he would have to go crazy if he stayed for a few more days.

Lying down in the small prison, getting up again, turning around and lying down again, and after repeated repetition, Zhang Ziwen finally felt a little sleepy.

When I was lying on the small iron bed, the harsh iron door opened and the sound of the harsh iron door opened.

"Zhang Ziwen."

Zhang Ziwen opened his eyes and looked at the person who called his name. One of the policemen who had sent Zhang Ziwen back here before.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Ziwen muttered, "I won't be interrogated again."

"You can leave now."

"Go? Where to go?" Zhang Ziwen was excited and his sleepiness disappeared.

"Where can you go? Go home. You're fine. You've found out your problem and you can go home."

"Wow!" Zhang Ziwen screamed strangely, jumped up in excitement, found out clearly? Is it okay?

If the police hadn't given him a bad impression, Zhang Ziwen really wanted to give the police in front of him a warm hug.

It was already dark and the street lights were on. The shops and the various neon lights on the roof were flashing colorful lights, which were gorgeous and charming. Zhang Ziwen was in his pocket and holding a cigarette in his mouth. He walked aimlessly on the edge of the street. He came out of the detention center and didn't want to return to his nest. He kept walking like this.

The bus drove past him from time to time, and Zhang Ziwen didn't know how many stops he had walked. When he passed by the bus stop, he never thought about boarding the bus. It was the peak period of traffic flow. The buses traveling from south to north were full of passengers coming home from get off work and were often blocked on the road. The various passengers in the bus seemed to be accustomed to traffic congestion and did not look anxious. Basically, all the passengers had no expressions, and their empty eyes were staring out the window.

Zhang Ziwen believes that these passengers looking out the window are not enjoying the scenery on the roadside. I guess everyone is thinking about other things. This unintentional discovery made Zhang Ziwen feel unreasonable. He would most likely have the same expressionless face and the same wooden eyes on the bus.

After returning to Zhonghai City for more than a year, Zhang Ziwen felt that he was still a little uncomfortable with the life here. He felt a little strange about this. Maybe the reason why he lived too nervous and difficult in the three years he left this city was too busy and difficult. The bustling and noisy urban life actually made Zhang Ziwen, who grew up in this city, at a loss.

Before he knew it, Zhang Ziwen had already walked to the city center. Not far ahead was the famous commercial street in the country. Some large billboards covered half of the building, and the images of the beautiful women on the billboard were even more dazzling under the lights.

The commercial streets are bustling with people, and people are rushing in and out of the magnificently decorated shops on both sides of the street from time to time. Those who go in empty-handed carry large and small bags when they come out, and people are indulging in shopping and consuming.

There are so many rich people nowadays. Zhang Ziwen sighed a little in his heart, the country is richer, and most people are richer, why am I still so poor?

Zhang Ziwen walked into this crowded commercial street. As the crowd moved forward, Zhang Ziwen would not go to the store to shop. He just wanted to feel the lively atmosphere. The crowd was mixed with young girls in fashionable clothes. The temperature in early summer was not very hot, and some girls who loved beauty and had a decent figure couldn't wait to show off their proud figure. They were either wearing suspenders, or wearing small vests, naked shoulders and backless, and dressed quite coolly. When they passed by, waves of perfume from different brands came to their noses, making Zhang Ziwen's young heart agitation.

Walking out of the commercial street, there was another scene on the road outside. Pedestrians were walking in a hurry and traffic was rolling on the road. Zhang Ziwen looked at his watch and it was past 9 o'clock. He didn't know where these people were going? What were they busy? There may be few people like Zhang Ziwen who are doing nothing, leisurely and boring.

Today is Zhang Ziwen's birthday, and no one wishes him a birthday. Last year, there were still a few buddies who gathered together for a while. Zhang Ziwen took out his cell phone and wanted to find a few buddies to come out to drink. He didn't want them to wish him a birthday, but he just wanted to find someone to accompany him and talk to him. I don't know what's wrong today, I'm very lonely.

Open the cover of the phone, dazzle! There was no power, Zhang Ziwen smiled bitterly, and the interest in asking his buddy to come out to drink with him instantly disappeared.

MKS, it’s a family of diners. Zhang Ziwen walked in. He has been to this kind of place with friends before. Zhang Ziwen can’t dance, he can’t say he likes it, nor can he dislike it, but the atmosphere inside is very suitable for him today. There are enough people, the music is deafening, and it’s smoky.

There were already many people sitting by the long bar that was walking around. Zhang Ziwen found an empty seat and sat down. He asked for half a dozen beer. Seeing that the bar sister was good-looking, she wanted to make a joke, but the bar sister didn't give him any chance. After she opened the bottle for Zhang Ziwen, she turned around and greeted the others, leaving him with only the figure of the shoulders and back.

Zhang Ziwen poured a glass of wine in disappointment and drank it in one gulp. After walking for so long, he was really thirsty. After a while, he filled three bottles.

There were crowds of people in the dance floor where the diba was not big. The DJ on the platform roared into the microphone in a hoarse voice, which made the men and women below even more crazy. With the explosive music rhythm, their heads were rounder and their butts were twisted more happily.

Zhang Ziwen tried hard to hear clearly what the DJ was yelling, and how could it cause the men and women who danced so crazy?

At this time, DJ screamed again and shouted hoarsely at the microphone: "OHYECOMBaBy*YOU*YOU*YOU*YOU"

A burst of laser shooting made the music even more exciting. The men and women in the dance floor raised their hands to the DJ's roar, and their heads shook left and right. The long hair of some beauties danced with their heads violently. Look at the hands they raised, most of them were holding their middle fingers, moving forward rhythmically. The beauties were no exception. Damn, the world is getting worse.

"Handsome guy" Zhang Ziwen felt one hand on his shoulder. He turned his head and saw a charming woman with heavy makeup sucking a cigarette at Zhang Ziwen, almost choking him. Zhang Ziwen frowned, what a thing, I don't understand what she was going to do.

"Handsome guy, I'm alone."

"Um"

"Can you please treat me to drink?" The charming woman gave him a frivolous look. Zhang Ziwen was sure that the pink on her face was definitely falling.

"Okay" Zhang Ziwen smiled with disgust and handed over the beer on the table. He was lonely and a little hungry. It must be a good thing to have someone to accompany him, not to mention that her handsome call made Zhang Ziwen feel comfortable, although Zhang Ziwen knew that he was a little handsome.

"Oh, handsome guy, I won't drink this." The woman pushed away the beer in Zhang Ziwen's hand.

"Didn't you want me to treat you? Why do you want to drink and ask me for it?" Zhang Ziwen was a little puzzled.

"Hehe, it's not that I can't drink beer, but I just can't drink beer."

"What wine do you want to drink?"

"Yes, that's the one who only drinks foreign wine."

Following the direction of her finger, Zhang Ziwen saw two XX takeout and one O. Just looking at the bottle, you know that the price is very expensive. Damn, don’t you treat me like a Kaizi?

"Okay, handsome guy, just treat me to this." The charming woman shaking Zhang Ziwen's shoulders in a coquettish voice, and her panda-like dark circles were getting closer and closer to Zhang Ziwen.

"Okay, if you want to drink, you can drink it yourself."

"Miss bring me a bottle of wine." He greeted the lady, and the woman kept glaring at Zhang Ziwen: "Handsome guy, you are so nice." After that, she was about to print her blood-red lips on Zhang Ziwen's face.

"Don't" Zhang Ziwen blocked her with his elbow and said with a smile: "What's good? I don't have to pay."

"What?" The woman's expression changed so quickly, all the dark circles turned white, and her eyes couldn't even be seen: "You little brat, please do me."

After saying that, he also compared Zhang Ziwen with his middle finger, shook his head, snorted, and probably went to find the next Kaizi.

Zhang Ziwen shook his head with a wry smile, thinking how could he meet such a vulgar woman? Damn, it would be better to have a beautiful woman chat with him, but he might as well throw the money on his body out.

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Chapter completed!