After winter begins, the streets are like hibernation. After six o'clock in the afternoon, there are not many.

The shops on the roadside insisted until eight o'clock and were closed. At this time, the one that made people feel warm and warm was the hotel.

The cotton curtain was lifted, and the warm air mixed with the aroma of vegetables, the bright lights, the sound of ears, and the room that was rosy when drinking.

However, Yan Zhiyuan lifted the curtain from the kitchen, which was a different scene, revealing chaos.

The greasy ground, the piles of chopped vegetables, the flames coming out of the stove, the chef holding a cigarette in his mouth, and the boss with an impatient face.

"Why is it so late today!" The boss came over.

Yan Zhiyuan has been delivering seasonings and other things in the kitchen of this restaurant for a long time, and he is quite familiar with the boss. The boss's impatient face adjusted a little after reaching him and he became less obvious.

"The car broke down on the road," Yan Zhiyuan handed him a cigarette, "I repaired it for a long time."

"Oh, just repair it. It's good to drive the goods now," the boss took the cigarette and went to the side. "It's just repairing it ten or eight times a day. If you don't have some skills, you can't deliver it."

"Yueyue was thinking about selling this car, but it was driving it all the time," said Yan Zhiyuan. "The car is going to be sold, and you have to ride a tricycle for this cold weather. You can deliver the goods here."

"Not easy." The boss sighed, with a deep face.

"You can settle the monthly accounts on time this time. You owe too much money," said Yan Zhiyuan. "If you can't collect the money, you won't get your salary."

"You get married," said the boss, "you have to urge other families to hurry up. The New Year is over. I have to take the money and go home for the New Year."

"It's time to urge you." Yan Zhiyuan nodded.

After smoking a cigarette with the boss, he wrapped his scarf and left the hotel.

After returning to the car, I used five minutes before starting the car again.

This car is indeed very broken. The small bag with a completely dismantled seat is just a shell when driving, and it is shaking violently. After passing a hurdle, it feels like the car is about to break.

Four, there is no heating for air leakage.

But this is pretty good. Compared to his previous tricycle delivery, bicycle delivery, and even running delivery, this small bag is considered high-configuration in work with the same conditions. The key is that this is a car delivery.

Yan Zhiyuan wrapped his military coat tightly and drove out.

There are few streets. Not only is it cold, but it is also closed because of the New Year. Many of them have returned to their hometowns. In a few days, they will probably not even be able to see them.

I have to pay my salary quickly. It’s not that he wants to go home, but that the business is quite sluggish, and he is afraid that the boss will run home.

He has no home to go back, so he can take a month off for the New Year, and find a new job after the New Year.

Maybe after the New Year, it is not just a new job, but also a new city waiting for him.

He looked out the window and saw that the city looked familiar just now, and there were many places. He went there, and finally couldn't remember what the street he had lived in.

He can remember a lot here.

For example, on the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month, his car broke down on the road for the eighth time.

He got out of the car and opened the hood and looked at it for a long time but couldn't find out what was wrong. He returned to the car, and he couldn't bear it, his fingers were frozen and numb.

However, because the engine was gone, he was not warm enough when he sat in the car.

This section of the road happens to be the junction of urban and rural areas. There are no stores here. There are only a few dilapidated buildings with incomplete lights. Only after passing this area can you reach the wholesale market where he works.

He touched a broken electronic watch from his pocket and wanted to see the time. His car still has goods, so he had to deliver it today. He was not far from his job. He just wanted to carry the goods over, so he felt a little depressed.

The electronic meter is out of power.

Yan Zhiyuan stared at the blank dial for a while, opened the car window and threw it out.

While rolling the car window, he glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that a few came over.

Wearing a Pi Houer with a Lei Feng hat, a mask on her face.

Yan Zhiyuan bent down and pulled out one or two thick steel bars from under the seat.

This kind of dress is not uncommon in this kind of weather, but for Yan Zhiyuan, the aura emitted by these bodies can be judged by just a glance at the corner of his eyes.

These people may just want to find a place to eat or stay, but his cart is broken here and it is just a cart that can be used to pull goods at first sight. For these people, it is a job that can be done by the way.

He tskated, it was very cold, and there was so much trouble.

A few people came over to the car, and some of them reached into their clothes, as if they were pursuing the east.

Yan Zhiyuan sighed, opened the car, and jumped out of the car with the steel bar.

A few people probably didn't expect that in this kind of weather, a car that had been turned off could jump off, and they immediately stopped together, a little surprised.

"This guy has a master," Yan Zhiyuan took the steel bars and stood with them in a confrontation with them. "It's cold, it's better to find a place to drink some wine, right?"

The other party was four, not too low, and they looked quite strong, but Yan Zhiyuan didn't care.

Even if there are ten more such people, as long as he is willing to move, he will move.

As for what will happen, it is not within his consideration. All he considers is whether to move.

He looked like the one who seemed to be the leader, but he didn't react after hearing his words. He could not see the expression when covering his face with a mask, but he could only see the ferocity in his eyes.

After glanced at him, he raised his leg and kicked Xiao's butt.

There was a "bang".

It's quite loud.

Immediately afterwards, the one next to him raised, and there was a stick that could not see the quality clearly.

While Yan Zhiyuan swung the stick towards the glass of the car, he waved the steel bar in it fiercely.

The sound of impact was quite far from the cold wind, and then the broken wooden stick crossed the head of the leader and flew out.

Once the movement begins, you cannot hesitate. Whoever is stunned will be at a disadvantage.

Without hesitation, Yan Zhiyuan raised his tilt when he blocked the stick and directly swung it down, hitting the leg of the stick with half of it.

Then he let out a whistle, and staggered his legs and hugged his legs.

When the leader reacted and took out a knife and stabbed him in the face, Yan Zhiyuan had already taken a step back, then swung his sideways, and the steel bar was pulled into the rib bone.

His arm, holding the knife, softened.

Yan Zhiyuan was very satisfied with the beginning. If it weren't for the thick clothes, he would have made these two people unable to stand up immediately.

God is arguing.

The next one was a melee. The combat power of the four people became three because of injury. When they all rushed over, Yan Zhiyuan felt that his body was getting hot. He swung the steel bar and blew it, no matter what part it was, the other party didn't care.

It was originally a very uncomfortable car that was freezing, but after a few minutes of moving, I felt warm.

As soon as he warmed up, many movements became more and more flexible. He had to guard against the knife, sticks and bricks hit him. It didn't matter.

The only thing that made him a little depressed was that the other party had no intention of retreating, just like in this cold night of winter, everyone was dancing together to keep warm, and those who were hurting their ribs and their legs were lame. They were particularly devoted to retreating.

I am afraid of a long time for this kind of melee, and I will suffer a loss if I have less time.

Yan Zhiyuan was injured in his head and arm, and he could still feel a warm current on his face. It was probably because of blood, but the temperature was not low enough. It took him a while to freeze.

The targets of several people are no longer entirely the car. The driver did not use the smile on his face and begged for mercy. This series of procedures was directly injured. They should have made them very angry. I have no choice but to do it today. This matter cannot be overcome.

Yan Zhiyuan is indeed different from other delivery guys. He has no worries, no home, no friends, no place to come, and nowhere to go. He really lost this cart, so he didn't care. He just threw the car and just went straight.

He fought this fight just because he wanted to fight.

If this fight is at least a good idea, he doesn't care much about how long he is.

He just didn't know how many years he had lived, which made him feel a little regretful. Maybe nineteen years, maybe twenty years, or twenty years.

Fortunately, he has no obsessive-compulsive disorder.

I don’t know how long it took to have been in the melee, but I had three, five, or ten. Yan Zhiyuan felt that the number was wrong.

He swung the steel bars at the shadow, and took the time to count.

Indeed, the number suddenly changed.

Originally, he should have five, but now he counts six.

After he realized that there was one more, the melee scene suddenly changed, and no longer four people were fighting around him.

This one who joined the battle for no reason was to pick up half of the brick, and each brick was right.

Yan Zhiyuan had no time to ask what was going on. He took advantage of this moment to help run, jumped up and kicked the leader's back.

"Stop fighting!" There was no one in the ruined building next to me and shouted, "Call the police!"

I don’t know if I am really afraid of the police or have already suffered a disadvantage. In short, after shouting, several people ran over to a small path next to it.

The street became quiet in an instant, leaving only the wind.

There are also equipment that I don’t know who accidentally dropped in the snow water that was trampled into black mud.

Yan Zhiyuan searched carefully on the ground, picked up a spring knife, and tried it, it was not bad.

"Oh," a voice came from behind, "No thanks?"

Yan Zhiyuan put his knife into his pocket and turned his head to take a look. A young man who should be dressed quite fashionable but has been completely fashionable at this moment was standing there, holding the half brick in it.

"What are you grateful for?" He continued to look down on the ground.

"Then hell didn't help you," he came over, "You have to let them kill you here or not."
To be continued...