I am the devil

Chapter 2 The Wolf of the North

In northern cities, evening self-study in high schools is usually until 09:30 in the evening.

But Chen Ran didn't study by himself at night.

Ever since her adoptive parents died in a car accident, Chen Ran and her teacher applied for not going to evening self-study.

The reason is simple, he wants to earn money to support himself.I want to take advantage of the evening study time to go out and set up a street stall to make some money.

Chen Ran's grades have always been among the best, and he can be regarded as a top student.

Teacher Wu, the class teacher, was very worried that he would delay his study because of setting up a stall, and wanted to mobilize all the students in the school to donate to Chen Ran.

This matter was declined by Chen Ran.

In the Internet age, there are many kinds of fundraising software.

Sell ​​it badly on it, and try to manage it, and you can always get more or less donations.

But those donations are still not his own.It's not as good as earning it by yourself and spending it steadily.

Chen Ran knew this truth when he lived in an orphanage when he was a child.

Therefore, when he was bullied, he kept quiet and didn't go to the dean.Just follow the methods of peeping through various channels to train yourself, and hope to win the round next time.

This is how a good skill is developed.

Although he is not a Lianjiazi, he has a lot of actual combat experience.

It can't be compared with Sanda masters, but for ordinary students, it's not a problem for one to hit two or three.If he hit and ran at the same time, Chen Ran believed that he could knock down more.

If he didn't have adoptive parents, maybe he would go further and further down the road of violence...

Chen Ran's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a restlessness.

This pedestrian street with people coming and going was specially planned by the Da'an City Government to open a night market for small vendors and set up stalls.

Every night, it becomes lively here.

I have to admit that Chen Ran has no talent for doing business.

In the beginning, he didn't know what to set up in his small stall.

Old Hu, who sells stinky tofu next door, told him that the street next to this pedestrian street is the red light district.There are many girls working in the red light district, so Chen Ran was asked to set up a street stall selling underwear, focusing on sexiness.

Ordinary high school students would definitely not be able to embarrass themselves to do this.

But Chen Ran didn't think so.

"Make money based on your own ability, as long as it's not illegal, you're not ashamed. What's wrong with your underwear?"

With this thought in mind, Chen Ran really set up a underwear stall.

I still want to thank the Internet society, and thank the quality of domestic products is getting better and better.

Chen Ran bought a smart phone with a small amount of money, ordered it from the Internet, and set up a street stall here to earn the difference.

In just one month, his street stall has become a famous place on this street.

Sexy underwear, all of which are the trendiest and sexiest underwear on the Internet.

Wearing this kind of underwear, women see jealousy and men see crime.

However, this is not the place where Chen Ran's underwear stall is famous at all.

What made him famous was himself.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old handsome boy, this is the biggest selling point.

The goods on the Internet are of the same quality.

The girls in the red-light district don't care about the quality, anyway, after wearing them, they will be torn apart by customers, and they are all disposable items.

They are used to being prostituted by customers, and they have long been tired of those prostitutes with fat heads and pig heads.

The appearance of Chen Ran was simply a breath of fresh air in their hearts.

Therefore, in front of Chen Ran's booth, there are often scantily clad women staying, of course, except now.

Because it is winter in the north, everyone is dressed like a blind bear.

"Xiao Chen'er, it's getting colder, and the business is less. Come back early." Lao Hu called Chen Ran while cleaning up the stinky tofu stand.

Chen Ran nodded with a smile, and replied: "Uncle Hu, you go first. I will leave after a while."

Lao Hu looked at his cool handsome face huddled in the shabby army green coat, shook his head, and thought: My brat is half as sensible as Xiao Chener, and the ancestral grave is smoking!

While thinking, he sent the last box of hot stinky tofu to Chen Ran.

"Eat some warm food and add some calories." Lao Hu was grinning, and there was a black color that could not be washed off in the handprints of the stinky tofu that had been fried all the year round.

Chen Ran took the stinky tofu, raised his head and said with a smile, "Thank you, Uncle Hu, this is for you."

Saying that, he threw out a small paper box with exquisite packaging.

"What is it?" Old Hu asked looking at the small cardboard box.

"The latest sexy lingerie set, put it on for my aunt at night, and feel it..." Chen Ran said with a smile.

Old Hu was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed and cursed: "You're just talking nonsense, we are old couples, what else do we need?"

Even though he said this, Lao Hu picked up the things unceremoniously.

This kid, every time I give him stinky tofu, I don't ask for it in vain.Although he looked cheap with a hippie smile on his face, he was a good boy with a backbone. He heard that he was not bad at learning, but it was a pity that his family was gone...

Watching Lao Hu go away in a small three-wheeler, Chen Ran took a bite of stinky tofu and continued to work.

In cold weather, a mouthful of warm food is not to mention how comfortable it is.

There are fewer and fewer people in the night market.

In the end, only Chen Ran was left.

The orange beam of light from the lonely street lamp shrouded this mean-looking but stubborn boy, making him look a bit lonely.

Suddenly, without warning.

Snowflakes the size of velvet fluttered down.

In an instant, the night in this small third- and fourth-tier city in the north was beautifully decorated with snowflakes.

Chen Ran tidied up his stall, stepped on a donkey that he bought for 25 yuan in the flea market, and walked towards home.

In the dim night, school buses with flashing orange warning lights passed the street.

Evening self-study is over.

People of the same age sat in the preheated school bus and rushed to their warm homes.

There are parents waiting for them at home, and there is a warm supper.

But what awaits Chen Ran is only an empty home.

Fortunately, heating is provided in the north, so the room is not too cold.

In the velvety snow, Chen Ran was alone, riding a donkey upside down, lonely and tenacious.

"He said that this little pain in the wind and rain is nothing... I wipe, Xuetian sings this, it should not be a scene. Snowflakes and snowflakes fall on my long hair...Fuck, long hair!" Chen Ran remembered the song that his adoptive father was willing to hum when he was fine. , It seems that they are all old songs from a long time ago.

On the quiet street, the velvet snow falls quietly.

A seemingly quiet boy riding a donkey upside down is unquietly switching between various lyrics.

Some singing tunes are in tune, while others are incomprehensible.

If there is no change, Chen Ran will quietly finish high school, go to college, find a job, marry a wife and have children, and raise the next generation through his own efforts, until he grows old, retires, and finally becomes a pile of ashes.

The lives of ordinary people should be quiet and ordinary.

However, in this ever-changing era, the only constant is constant change.

The figure in the wind and snow finally found a song that he thought was suitable for the occasion, and roared out with a sense of savagery: "I am a wolf from the north, walking in the boundless wilderness, the stern north The wind blows..."