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Chapter 1 Chapter 1
"Brother Jiang, I really tried my best this month. There are still several customers who think the room type is not good and the price is too expensive, so I can't talk about it."
Xiaoping shook his cheap suit and showed a smile that was uglier than crying.
"I know that the performance appraisal at the top is tight. Brother Jiang, please help me. I still have two little ones to support in my family."
The man turned his back to him, leaned against the streetlight and smoked silently.
The smoke is cheap Hongta Mountain, and when it is shaken at will, it falls to the ground in pieces, like scorched snow.
After holding his breath for a few seconds, he took out a stack of red bills rolled up at the corners, and reached out to stuff it into the man's old coat that had been worn by the man for more than ten years.
"take away."
The two salesmen next to them showed panicked eyes and begged: "Brother Jiang—"
"Grace for another two months," the man pressed the cigarette butt on the street light pole to extinguish it, his voice low and deep: "I will show you the results of the previous transaction, there will be no next time."
Pingtou nodded again and again like waking up from a dream, still holding the stack of old bills in his hand, neither taking it away nor accepting it.
The person next to him hurriedly winked and said, "Why are you still stunned, Brother Jiang Zhanyi, let's invite you to dinner quickly!"
Before Jiang Wang could speak, a ripping brake sound suddenly erupted not far away.
He instinctively kicked the subordinate beside him, and the next second, his throat became sweet and his body rose into the air, and was directly hit in the air by the out-of-control truck.
"Jiang Wang!!!"
"Brother Jiang!!!"
The world is shaking upside down.
He lost his center of gravity, and he fell in the reflection of skyscrapers and dilapidated houses.
It fell into the lake with a thud, and everything fell into darkness.
Jiang Wang looked at the gloomy sky, his pupils gradually lost focus.
The police don't even have to tell anyone about the death, that's fine.
Just a pity for this coat.
The water poured into the lungs with rotting moisture, making people want to vomit.
Jiang Wangshen took about ten seconds and decided to turn it out by himself.
He was average in water, but his body was flexible. He closed his eyes and endured the smell of blood in his throat as he swam to a high place, thinking that the order in the afternoon might be late.
Chaos sounded like a train passing through a tunnel, shreds of light hovering above the water.
Jiang Wang opened his eyes and looked up, stretched out his hand and kicked the water plants hard.
He suddenly appeared on the surface of the water, and the surroundings were silent.
Not right.
This is not the provincial capital.
Jiang Wang took a deep breath and swam to the shore.
His collar was soaked with blood, his chin was bruised and half of his palm was cut open, and his leather shoes and socks were filled with water.
The park lake has turned into a small river, the city is so flat that the horizon can be seen at a glance, and at this moment a flock of birds is flying over the clear sky.
Jiang Wang hadn't seen a flock of birds for many years. He supported his body and walked to the heights of the dam, realizing that something was wrong.
Two hundred meters away, there was a crossroads, and a new newsstand stood beside it, and the smell of paint was straight to the nose.
He stumbled over, ignoring the strange eyes of passers-by, picked up the local newspaper with one hand, and found the date in a crowd of flip phones and health supplement advertisements.
"Hold."
It is now June 10, 2006.
He has returned to city a.
Outdated cars and old streets look like nostalgic sets in a period movie, and a dog spreads his legs and urinates beside his suit pants while he is stunned.
Jiang Wang turned around and walked back to the river without saying a word, and went in bored.
It was still 2006 when it resurfaced, but there were a few more children pointing at the shore.
Jiang Wang soaked in water and his face stinks.
"mom"
"Go back to eat! Don't look at the neuropathy!"
The small town woman in floral clothes drove the child back, and the sky gradually darkened.
The man silently swam back to the shore, wringed out his clothes, and walked deeper into the street.
Jiang Wang was very familiar with this place.
Blocked and remote, it was a small city in the fifth and sixth tiers that had access to the high-speed rail at the latest, and it was also a ghost place where he left in a hurry when he was a teenager.
The only thing to confirm is...
If it is 2006 now, do I still exist 20 years ago?
The town is not big, and you can walk to familiar places in ten minutes.
Someone in the mahjong hall was joking and laughing, and the shuffling sound of ping ping pong pong was like a lottery.
The outdoor stall hung a light bulb to sell braised chicken and duck.
Everything is exactly the same as childhood memories.
The man's happiness and anger are usually invisible, but at this moment, he kept his voice silent, and walked deeper into the narrow street like a memory recall.
The company team sometimes organizes movie watching, and he knows a few things.
The same person on different timelines cannot see each other, otherwise it will trigger antimatter and cause annihilation.
He was just about to forget something completely.
There was an aunt who was chatting with the neighbors with green onions and pork, and shook her hand and sighed when she was excited.
"It's really a business."
Jiang Wang passed through them and turned into the shantytown, when he suddenly heard the cry of a child.
He breathed hard.
First, a wine bottle tumbled and fell, and then there was the sound of a broken belt.
"Stop hitting, Dad—please, Dad!!!"
The child almost screamed and howled, and the sound cut through the night like an abused kitten.
Jiang Wang's blood was stagnant in this second, and the thought of leaving at a glance was aroused by more impulses.
No, that's the old me, I can't
The alcoholic overturned the table and smashed it all over the floor, yelling and kicking again.
The next second, the plastic-printed curtains were slammed open, and a little boy covered his arms and almost rolled to the ground. He stumbled and rushed out before he could stand still, with tears all over his face and red eyes.
Then he opened his eyes and saw Jiang Wang standing at the corner.
The drunk alcoholic shouted and opened the door to come out to catch him, and the child was in a panic and didn't know where to hide.
Jiang Wang took a deep breath for a second, picked up the child and ran away.
No matter what the laws of time and space are, the world will be destroyed, let the fuck run away.
Children were sandwiched in the armpit and spoke out of the wave line: "Who are you and you are you? !!"
Jiang Wang's arm strength is amazing, and his explosiveness is also strong. The physique he has trained for five years as a soldier can run 800 meters under load without breathing at all.
He completely forgot that drunkards couldn't catch up very far, as if he had to escape until his last breath was exhausted before he dared to stop.
At the beginning, the child was screaming and kicking with his legs, and then he was silent as if the rabbit was caught by the back of the neck.
The two stood still in an unfamiliar corner where they had no idea.
After the boy was put down, he didn't dare to scream or run. He even covered his mouth consciously and looked at the stranger under the dim light.
There is a scar at the end of the eye, a broken eyebrow, blood hanging on the clothes, wearing the clothes of the big brother in the Hong Kong film.
- Definitely not a good person.
Jiang Wang propped up the wall with one hand and was still breathing, completely unaware that he was classified as illegal.
The child was too stunned to speak.
Jiang Wang glanced at him, stretched out his glove pocket, and took out four bills and a few coins from his waterproof wallet.
Twenty years later, banknotes are no longer needed, and used to bring them to check the property for the convenience of property security.
Seeing that he was counting the money, the child became even more nervous, and the ostrich seemed to shrink its neck.
It's over, I guess it's going to sell me.
"hungry."
The child took a deep breath for a few seconds and looked up at him tremblingly.
He was 1.9 meters tall and looked terrifying against the light.
"Uncle... Hello uncle, my name is Peng Xingwang."
Grass, don't mention this ghost name.
Jiang Wang's body was even more murderous, he frowned and said, "I asked you what you want to eat."
Peng Xingwang, who was already trembling, said forcibly, "Uncle, I can pick up bottles and do arithmetic. Don't sell me to the coal mine, okay?"
Jiang Wang gritted his teeth and walked forward with his collar.
"I'm staying with me at the hostel tonight."
He randomly found a barbecue stall, ordered two cans of beer and a plate of fried noodles, and thought about ordering a bowl of egg porridge for the child.
Peng Xingwang hadn't eaten anything decent for three days. He didn't even bother to run while holding hot porridge.
Jiang Wang finished drinking two cans of beer with a calm face, feeling as stinky and damp as his clothes.
Across the table, the children were wearing fat old clothes with pink cartoon pigs printed on them. At first glance, the neighbor aunt couldn't stand it and gave him the leftovers of her daughter.
Peng Xingwang swallowed his saliva when he smelled the meat smell of cumin mutton skewers.
Jiang Wang's eyes were poisonous, and he felt even more angry when he saw this scene.
"Eat if you're hungry."
"Don't eat, don't eat." The child shook his head: "I'm full."
Jiang Wang pushed the plate over with a straight face.
"Eat or not?"
Peng Xingwang nibbled at the mutton kebab with tears in his eyes, and was shy when he was frightened.
Jiang Wang, nicknamed 89 sniper soul hunter in the army, dared to kill wild wolves before retiring from cross-country training, and after retiring, he could sell more than a dozen suites with a straight face, and he never softened his temper towards anyone.
At present, the slugs of 20 years ago are very popular.
Peng Xingwang ate clean skewers and scooped the bottom of the porridge with a small spoon. Seeing the remaining half of the bowl of fried noodles on the opposite side, he showed a pity expression. He followed the strange man obediently, and did not dare to resist.
His mother left long ago, and my father probably slept in mud by now, and few people knew that it was sold.
"uncle."
"Don't call me uncle."
Peng Xingwang nodded aggrievedly and whispered, "Thank you, uncle."
"...call me big brother."
Someone's sex identity is completely confirmed by children.
It was getting late, and the shops selling clothes on the street had already closed. Jiang Wang took him back and went to the pharmacy halfway to buy some alcohol gauze and cotton swabs.
The guy in the guest house looked at his ID card and thought he was not from the city.
As soon as Peng Xingwang came back to a place like this, he felt a little sad when he thought that he would have to dig coal in the kiln tomorrow, biting his mouth with a tangled face.
Jiang Wang didn't wait for the person to see the registration date of the ID card, and urged with a cold face, "Is it still open?"
"Open, open." The man returned in a hurry, instructed him to register his name and phone number, and took the keys to lead the two to open the room.
Before closing the door, Jiang Wang glanced at him: "Give me a cigarette."
The guy carefully took out two for him.
"fire."
The guy felt aggrieved, but he didn't dare to provoke such a difficult person. After thinking about it, he handed over the newly bought lighter.
Jiang Wang went to the toilet to simply wash his hair and face. He took off his dirty clothes, soaked them in water, and dipped them in the sun on the balcony. He wore big pants and drank a cigarette. He put medicine and gauze on his scratched hands without expression.
The little boy watched quietly for a while, and handed a cotton swab to the older brother who had just finished shopping.
Fairly brainy.
Jiang Wang praised his body inwardly and motioned him to lift up his clothes: "I'll help you get the medicine."
The child did not turn his head to lift his clothes, and all the bruising and purple scars were exposed.
I used a board with nails to smoke it before, and it rotted in several places.
Jiang Wang's eyes became even colder, and he treated his wound without saying a word.
The child suddenly burst into tears.
Jiang Wang paused: "Does it hurt you?"
"Uncle... Big Brother," Peng Xingwang said with tears in his eyes, "You are a good person. If you don't sell me, you will succeed." w, please keep in mind:,,,