Chapter 20 The Taste of Youth

Who would have expected that before his last text message left his mobile phone, the sandstorm stopped inexplicably.

I don't know why the sandstorm comes and goes quickly, as if I'm in a hurry to go to the next place to show off.

Pan Hongsheng was stunned for a moment. Although the sandstorm left, it left some souvenirs on his car window.

He couldn't get rid of these souvenirs with car brushes, so he had to wash the car. Unexpectedly, the car wash shops that were attracting customers on the street were all full of cars. This sandstorm brought them unlimited business opportunities. It is estimated that these people are the only ones who don't curse enough weather.

Pan Hongsheng suddenly lost his confidence when he saw the long line of cars, because he probably couldn't catch up with dinner later.

Sun Qianwen has been very attentive to him recently. Today, she said that she was going to cook some Chaozhou dishes for him. She just sent a text message to remind him to come back early. Although Pan Hongsheng has had a meal at Chenji's house, who dares to live up to the appointment of a beautiful woman?

At this moment, someone suddenly knocked on his car door. Pan Hongsheng pressed the car window and saw a teenage girl leaning into half of her face: "Master, do you want to wipe the car?"

Pan Hongsheng looked outside and saw several fifteen or sixteen-year-old children standing outside the car. They were all girls; one was still wearing a school uniform.

It seems that these girls are here to earn some extra money. This kind of behavior is particularly appreciated by Pan Hongsheng. Generally speaking, girls of this age are shopping in bars to eat and drink. These children's behavior makes him feel that it is necessary to support and encourage them.

"Hurry up, I'll park the car to the side. Please be safe." Pan Hongsheng saw these half-year-old children even standing in the middle of the road to attract customers, so he couldn't help worrying about them: Do their parents know?

Park the car and Pan Hongsheng's strict vehicle. I saw that the girls worked quite hard one by one, and the glass of the license plate on the top of the front cover was wiped very carefully.

After all, it is a girl. Doing things is to be careful, and some glass also sprays hot air with small mouths to make it cleaner.

Pan Hongsheng's window glass can hardly be seen clearly from the outside, but it is extremely clear from the inside. Pan Hongsheng is learning about the investigation results from the black scorpion, and he is stunned--

I saw those little girls' faces close to the glass and carefully looking for the stains on the glass with their eyes. A little girl squatted on the front cover in order to clean the glass in front of her. Her upper body tried to lie down as much as possible, or not to say that modern children are well developed, which was immediately reflected at this moment...

Pan Hongsheng is a little embarrassed. After all, the other party is just a 15- or 16-year-old junior high school student, but he can't help but look away...

I don't know why these little girls come to do this kind of work. Is it because of family difficulties?

"Hello? Gay...what's wrong? Do you miss me?" The nonsensical Lai tone sounded on the other side of the phone: "I have found out who the main person is. It turned out to be a department-level official... He is now in my hand, saying that you killed his son."

"Hm? Did I kill his son?" Pan Hongsheng looked at the natural ups and downs of the little girls outside, and asked vaguely, "I have killed a lot of people, but they are all people who should be killed!" Who knows which one? Ask more clearly, who is it?

"There is no chance. He has been scared to death..." Black Scorpion replied disappointedly, "I'm sorry this time, but you don't have to worry about this matter anymore. You can concentrate on dealing with the Black Fire Religion! Hang up first. If there's nothing else, I'll go back right away..."

"Uh-huh..." Pan Hongsheng couldn't wait for him to hang up the phone, but the little girls had already wiped the car at this time, so they couldn't find anything wrong.

Pan Hongsheng got out of the car and saw that those little girls had not fully grown up. They were only as tall as their own chests, and there was only an older man with a thin and tall face, which was the one who knocked on his car window before.

"Not bad, not bad," Pan Hongsheng originally wanted to praise them, but in the face of these energetic and beautiful little girls, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and then asked dryly, "How much is it? Little classmate?"

"It only costs 15 yuan!" The tall little girl looked at Pan Hongsheng's car and summoned up the courage to say this number.

This price is five yuan higher than usual, but according to her estimate, Pan Hongsheng is completely acceptable.

"It's really not expensive..." Pan Hongsheng knows that it costs at least 25 yuan to wash a car in a car wash. With such a price and such careful service, it's really cost-effective.

He suddenly found that the school uniforms worn by these little girls were printed with the words "Changping Health School" and couldn't help asking, "Are you from Changping District?" Why did you come all the way here? Don't you have to go to class?"

"Hey hey, earn some pocket money..." Before the tall little girl led by him spoke, the girl with big eyes missed the bottom one step ahead: "In this way, we can afford to buy plagiarized spin dance props..."

"Xiao Lan!" The tall girl looked more mature and immediately stared at her fiercely. The girl with big eyes immediately covered her mouth with her small hands and dared not speak.

"Psm rotation dance? Do you play that too? Pan Hongsheng remembered that he seemed to use this trick when he compiled Ning Caier, and couldn't help shaking his head gently: "You should pay more attention and be careful when playing that!"

He didn't know why he talked to these girls who were not a few years younger than him in an uncle's tone, but some words involuntarily came out of his mouth.

How many men who play those dazzling dance games really want to play games?

If these are all big children, he will not say these unpleasant words. It is estimated that the children's parents have said these words countless times. Looking at the eyes of the girls after listening, they will know the irritability in their hearts.

When he got into the car, the little girls waved goodbye to him enthusiastically and asked him to come again next time.

Pan Hongsheng sat in the car and couldn't help shaking his head: After all, he was young and didn't know what it was like... How could I say such old-fashioned words? Could it be...

Unconsciously, I have become like those pedantic uncles? Is it ancient food?

Am I getting old unconsciously?

Pan Hongsheng quickly looked up at the mirror on the car and saw that he was still a bright and slippery face, with no trace of time. If he hadn't dressed more maturely, he would have been recognized as a high school student in sportswear.

Seeing his face, Pan Hongsheng's sour feeling in his heart gradually calmed down. He sorted out his thoughts, and he deeply stepped on the accelerator.

The car spewed out a stream of smoke fiercely, leaving the young and lively little girls behind, and the middle-aged uncles who were waiting to wipe the car with bad intentions.

Seeing those little girls disappear into the sight of the reversing mirror, Pan Hongsheng suddenly had a faint sense of loss in his heart: in fact, he should talk to them more...