Smile Code (Lost Laughter) 失笑 - Zhu Le 祖乐

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"Be careful, I'll add you on WeChat after the event and chase you. I'm the kind of person who's easily provoked by a sense of competition."

Inside your body, there is an ounce that governs all your emotions, from joy to anger, sorrow to happiness. The moment you feel love, congratulations, you're done for.

But don't hold back, fall in love early.

Entry Notice: Adjust to the most comfortable position, this is a love story. You can be slightly tipsy, but not too drunk, and feel free to applaud at the right time.

Don't lower your expectations.

(This story is purely fictional)

There are so many people around her, but she doesn't feel embarrassed at all. Right now, she's walking forward with the back wheel of her bicycle off the ground, sweating as she goes. She saw this bike at Gate 1 of Jiangwan Sports Stadium earlier-three years ago, it was stolen from under the building of Fudan University's Fourth Teaching Building. Now, three years later, it appears at the subway entrance, with its lock replaced but everything else unchanged, even the scratches on the front frame and the rear seat from when it carried props for a "Top Ten Singers" performance. The battle scars remind her that she had some bad luck riding this bike back then, and for a moment, she feels a little nostalgic.

Her overtime had already drained her, and she stood in place for a while, adjusting the bike, then lifted the rear wheel and walked with it. Today, she was going to take this bike home, no matter how cold the wind was. She couldn't bear to take a cab, so she walked with the bike for two kilometers to Huangxing Road, only to be stopped by a traffic assistant.

She was prepared. She took out her phone confidently and said, "Officer, this bike is mine. It was stolen three years ago, and except for the lock, everything else is mine. I bought it in my senior year, I have the purchase record from Xianyu, I have photos of the scratches on the bike-this is definitely my bike. Please don't stop me, I'm taking it home today."

She said it all in one breath, and the traffic assistant looked at his notebook: "Who said it's not yours?"

"Then why are you stopping me?"

"You're not walking on the sidewalk, that's a fine."

"..."

"You're not walking on the sidewalk, that's a non-motorized vehicle lane."

"I'm walking with the bike, that's not wrong, right?"

"Look again. It's your feet walking on the road, and the wheels aren't turning, isn't that still you walking?" The assistant persisted, "Give me your ID."

Was he looking for trouble? She was already tired from walking, but she took out her ID card and let the cold wind dry her sweat on the roadside. She thought to herself that maybe it was a blessing in disguise when the bike was stolen, and now she was stuck with it again.

"Gu Yi... Did your mom pick this name on purpose?"

"How would I know?"

"Fifty yuan fine."

What was going on? So walking with a bike on the non-motorized vehicle lane in the city center was enough to get fined? The sidewalks were full of bikes, and people were walking back and forth. Wasn't she being considerate by walking on the non-motorized vehicle lane so that other pedestrians wouldn't be blocked? This was Shanghai, a city known for its considerate citizens, and now she was being fined for being considerate? Was kindness supposed to come with a price now? She got angrier and stared at the officer for half a minute, then said: