I found a small hotel in the center of the city, which is close to Tongchun Market and Cathedral. The hotel is run by Vietnamese, but the boss inside can speak fluent Japanese, and most of the people who live in it are Japanese. There are also two Hong Kong people who can't speak Mandarin very well.
This is a very strange hotel. Take off your shoes when you enter the door and put them at the door. However, the hall and stairs are clean. Later, I learned that this is a Japanese habit.
The stairs are still very narrow. Take the 360-degree spiral staircase. My room is on the top floor. Quiet and cheap.
After putting away my backpack, I borrowed a map from my boss and planned to go out. When putting on your shoes, a pair of Japanese people came down the stairs, both very young. Boys' hair is a little long, and it feels like they are learning to draw. The girl dresses casually and her skin is very white. When they put on their shoes next to me, the girls spoke to me in Japanese. I paused and shook my head.
"Koreans?" She asked me. I said no, it's from China. She asked, Hong Kong? Taiwan Province province?
I can't remember what the mainland said, so I just casually said, Shanghai.
Shanghai is the city where you live and study now. So, I thought of you.
In fact, that trip, many times, many casual moments, will somehow think of you. But I always tell myself not to think about it. Now I am far away from you. From making a phone call for ten cents a minute in the same city to being in different countries, the balance in my mobile phone is not enough to talk to you.
I sent you a text message at the pass when I entered the country. I didn't receive your reply until I got on the bus. I was a little lost. I felt a little uncomfortable after changing my Vietnamese card, so I didn't tell you my number.
The duality of half a month, in a strange country and a strange city, is all me.
If I can't meet Chinese people and my poor English, I think I will be lonely and crazy. It is also common to be bullied by Vietnamese. In Hue, a central city, I ate curry noodles at a stall, and my boss said that I would pay my boss 50,000 Vietnamese dong (about RMB 8 yuan) after I paid the bill. The boss threw the money into the drawer with a straight face and was not going to give me change. Arguing with him in English, he spoke to me in vague Vietnamese, and his attitude was very tough. I was very angry. I was deadlocked with him for some time, but he still refused to give me money with a straight face.
Finally, I scolded him in Hangzhou dialect and left angrily. I didn't, if it weren't for my 30 thousand dong. However, what can I do? He thought I was a foreigner and I was the only one. I can't find a place to complain, and no one can help me. I just thought, if only you were here. In Hui 'an, I got off at Sinh Cafe's company office and walked aimlessly in the street with big bags and small bags, looking for a hotel. Passing through many hotels, the proprietress enthusiastically came out to tell me the price and help me with my bag. Out of vigilance, I generally dare not stay in such a "warm" hotel.
Finally, I took a photo of "Youth Hostel" and saw the logo of International Youth Travel Service. I felt very kind, and then I went in excitedly. I went to the counter to ask the proprietress the price. The price is very reasonable, 5 dollars for a bed. So, I'm going upstairs with the waiter to see the room.
But when I was about to go upstairs, the proprietress suddenly said, you give me your passport first, and I'll help you register first, which is faster. I gave her my passport without much thought.
I walked for a long time until I reached the top floor, but I haven't seen my room yet. Until the waiter opened a small door, we came to a very shabby attic and saw my room, not a bed room, but a single room, without air conditioning and electric fans, as hot as a steamer. And there is a simple kitchen next to it, full of oil smoke. The room smells of dust. It is estimated that no one has moved in for several months. There are still messy clothes around.
I suddenly blindsided, and then said no to the waiter.
So I'm going downstairs. I asked the waiter, is this the international youth travel service? The waiter shook his head in some confusion. It turns out that this is just a very ordinary small hotel, but it cheats foreigners at the door under the signboard of international youth travel.
On the first floor, I told the proprietress that the room was no good and I didn't live here anymore. Give me back my passport. The proprietress immediately fell face and told me a lot in English. I just registered with you. You can get a passport, and you have to pay half a day's room charge, 2 yuan.
I was dumbfounded when I heard it. I said angrily, "No money! No way! ! ! "
Her attitude is still tough: "Sorry, no money, no pass."
I told her without weakness, not to mention 2 dollars, not even 2 Vietnamese dong. She still ignored me with a straight face and recited Vietnamese that I didn't understand. I said, you are a fake youth tour at this time. I want to write an email to complain about you, not only to complain, but also to post on the Internet to tell netizens not to live with you. But her attitude is still tough. She waved her hand and said two dollars. At that time, it suddenly occurred to me that a person from Taiwan Province Province once said something to me. The Vietnamese will think that you called the consulate or the police station. They are too timid to make a mountain out of a molehill.
So I took out my mobile phone, and then pretended to be bold and said to the proprietress, "Good! Then I'll take a call and wait for me for a minute! "
It really works. The proprietress is anxious to call when she sees me. She opened the drawer and took out my passport, but instead of giving it to me, she made a gesture of throwing things and wanted to throw my passport on the street. However, before she could throw it out, I rushed up and grabbed my passport. The moment I got my passport, I knew I had won.
Walking out of the hotel, you can still hear the curse of the "black-hearted" proprietress. But holding the red passport tightly, I don't care. But I don't know why, walking, suddenly feel so sad, secretly admire myself and feel very brave. The sun was dazzling, and I looked up unintentionally, but my tears still couldn't stop. In fact, I thought at that time, if only you were here.