Huang Guilong watched TV in Martina's room for a while after dinner. It was really late, so he went downstairs and wanted to go back to the work shed. Before stepping out of the gate of the International Student Building, the middle-aged woman at the service desk shouted to him: "Hey, don't go." Huang Guilong stopped. The middle-aged woman came out from behind the service desk and leaned against the door and asked: The painting is done early, and I often see you in and out. What are you doing here?" "My friend asked me to come." Huang Guilong answered honestly. "Friends? How can you have friends here. The people in this place are all foreigners. Who makes friends with you country folk?" "What's the matter with the country folk, what's so great about your Shanghainese?" Huang Guilong hates Shanghai most. People scold this sentence. "What about the country people? The country people should work in the country and go to Shanghai to do?" "The country has less land and more people. We only came to Shanghai to work and didn't do bad things." "Did you do bad things? I know, I heard that you still have the room key here. If we are missing something, we will be the first to settle the account." A man in a doorman uniform came over to help the middle-aged woman.
"I'll take a copy for you, and see if I stole something." Huang Guilong said as he unbuttoned his chest, his arms stretched out to the left and right, showing a calmness that "real gold is not afraid of fire" Kind.
The middle-aged woman really came forward, reached into Huang Guilong's jacket pocket, took out the contents of the bag and put it on the service desk.
After Huang Guilong left, Martina remembered what she wanted to say to him, so she was too lazy to go downstairs to chase, so she leaned on the window and looked downstairs. She planned to tell him from the window that she waited for a long time and didn't see Huang Guilong leaving the building. It was a bit strange, so she had to run. Coming downstairs, I saw the middle-aged woman copying Huang Guilong's pocket.
Martina asked the middle-aged woman in surprise: "Are you a policeman? How can you copy him?" The middle-aged woman met Martina and smiled and said in Shanghai Mandarin: "Miss, you don't know, this countryman Running in and out every day, what if he steals something? Our service desk is responsible."
"Did you have evidence of stealing something from him? It's a policeman, not your job." Martina became a little bit upset when she got excited.
Huang Guilong stopped Martina: "It doesn't matter, let her copy it. I didn't steal anything anyway, I was innocent."
"See? He told me to copy it, and I am also for you foreigners. It is really thankless." The middle-aged woman put the copy in her hand heavily on the service counter and turned to the service counter. Go inside.
The man in the doorman uniform asked Martina: "Do you know this person? We know he has the room key here. Just now he said that a friend called him, really?"
"Of course it is true. He is my boyfriend and I gave him the key." Martina replied word by word.
"How can you give him the key? You don't know if he is a rural migrant worker, but foreigners live in this building." The man in the doorman uniform heard Martina call Huang Guilong a boyfriend, and his eyes were almost falling off. Up.
"He is Chinese just like you. I paid for room No.305 and rented it. Now it is my home. Of course I can invite my friends to my home."
Huang Guilong didn't say a word, and with a face of innocent contentment, he wanted to leave. Martina grabbed him: "Why do you want her to copy? Why are you not angry? You should talk to her about the law."
The middle-aged woman curled her lips and said in Shanghai dialect to the man in the guard uniform: "This little foreign girl is really nervous. How can she find a simple countryman to be her boyfriend and give her foreign parents know how to Mad."