Abyss Express

Day 7 Return to Zero丨Two tickets for people on the day

Foreword:

Time is an illusion that deceives human memory.

June 3, 2048.

Jiang Xueming is a living person.

Gender is male, loves women.

Forty-six years old, has been working in Hong Kong. In order to find some meaningful fun in the retirement life that I don’t know how many years in advance - so as not to be spurred by the sense of emptiness of having children and having children, and to meet the useless old age of having both cats and dogs in a useless middle-aged state.

He works as a cashier at a braised meat shop in Hung Hom MTR Station, and occasionally does odd jobs in a toy store in Kwong Wa Street.

If you also take this subway, you should be able to see such a person in a small store near the subway ticket gate.

He is nearly 1.8 meters tall. He finally tore off his military disability certificate in Xiaohongshu. Under the coercion and inducement of his wife, he went to Milan Fashion Week twelve years ago and started working on the catwalk with his good looks. He is considered a super male model. ——I often eat meat, eggs, and milk, and I can’t stop exercising at all.

When facing guests, he is still a boy who loves to smile. Occasionally there will be some stubble and wrinkles on his face. A set of plastic surgery has made him look dusty.

Even if there are no guests, he looks as if he is enjoying life all the time - he has to wait for his wife, who is a kindergarten teacher, to come back by car, then meet at the subway station and walk home slowly holding hands.

It’s just that I can’t enjoy this life today anymore.

Because he received two counterfeit bills——

——To be precise, they were two tickets that looked very much like banknotes. No matter the thickness of the note or the texture of the paper, it looks like a thousand-yuan currency.

When night falls, the lights in the subway station gradually go out, leaving only a little light from the safety lights spreading toward the exit.

Xueming put on my myopia glasses and finally saw the two tickets clearly, and quickly caught the culprit.

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey!"

"Dad! Hey, hey, hey!~" Jiang Zhengyang leaned close to his father and said, "It's just a joke! Just a joke!"

Xueming didn't have a good temper. He took off his apron, put his hands on his hips, and looked at his son with a straight face.

Zhengyang is almost exactly the same as when he was young. He is already twenty-three years old and a handsome young man.

"Are you kidding?" Jiang Xueming cleaned up the stall and the children angrily: "Every time you come to me, there is no good news. You have caused too much trouble this time."

"I want you to study law. If you don't listen, I won't force you."

"After all, you are you and I am me. We are two independent people——"

"——You can do whatever you want. I support your consent, but you can't break the law or commit crimes."

"Zhengyang. Hey!"

Jiang Zhengyang was still helping to close the stall. When he heard his father talking about these words, he suddenly threw dozens of pairs of disposable chopsticks to the ground.

How could the second young master tolerate such grievance? He would vent his temper on the spot. When angry, he will speak out immediately——

"——I just wanted to come and see what happened to you!"

Jiang Xueming was not angry. He was nearly fifty years old. What he couldn't let go of were these little treasures. He took his chopsticks back little by little and kept bending down to pick up things.

Jiang Zhengyang immediately changed his face and got out of his angry state again - just like his mother, his mood changed very quickly.

"Hey!~ I'll do it myself if I fall, and I'll take care of the trouble I cause by myself, daddy."

Jiang Xueming smiled and patted the second young master on the shoulder.

"good."

After the stalls were cleared, Jiang Xueming put the two tickets back on the counter.

Only then did Jiang Zhengyang talk about his true purpose——

"——Dad, I want to drive the Koenigsegg to the Department of Transportation."

Jiang Xueming didn't understand much. To be honest, he didn't understand cars.

Koenigsegg is a Swedish car brand that mainly produces supercars.

Jiang Zhengyang has just been admitted as an office clerk in the First Transportation Department, and he is also the key target of the government affairs system of Aohui Mingde.

Xueming first skillfully used Internet tools to check what Konicek was. To be honest, he himself thought he was quite unsophisticated, but he didn't expect that the Second Young Master would have such an idea.

"What are you talking about?" The middle-aged man was shocked on the spot: "Jiang Zhengyang, what do you think?"

"No! Don't reject me first!" Jiang Zhengyang quickly shouted: "Think about it first, and listen to my explanation first."

"Don't explain, I've already thought about it." Jiang Xueming was particularly anxious today——

——It’s not just the little fright brought by the Second Young Master.

Many years ago, FE204863 once said that on June 3, 2048, a major event that determines the survival of human civilization may occur.

These two conditions combined caused a lot of mental damage to him.

Jiang Zhengyang said: "Really, please listen to my explanation."

"Let me explain it for you." Jiang Xueming spoke bluntly and explained all the answers: "You are the son of a gunsmith. You have privileges. Even if you don't need it, someone will bring convenience to you."

"Our family is not short of money now, and you are not short of status. There will definitely be many girls who want to pursue you in the future - these are all tests."

"I'm sorry, Zhengyang, you can't be an ordinary person since you fell out of Xiao Qi's belly."

"What car do you want to buy?"

Zhengyang whispered: "CCXR, of course, Jesko is also fine."

"You still picked it? That's tens of millions." Jiang Xueming took a breath, and then quickly regained his composure: "It's difficult to buy with pyroxene currency - do you know what this means? You're starting a subject Nisek goes to work at the Transportation Department?”

Zhengyang responded ignorantly: "Yes, so I'm here to ask for your opinion?"

"Yes, of course." Jiang Xueming suddenly nodded in agreement.

Zhengyang felt happy: "Is it true?"

Jiang Xueming: "You are my son, of course you can do this. No one dares to question you."

Jiang Zhengyang just felt that something was wrong, so he asked: "Is there a price? That's what I'm worried about. What if there is trouble?"

"There must be a price, Second Young Master." Jiang Xueming quickly changed his words: "Oh no! You are my second father, and I am your son - let's change our identities."

Jiang Zhengyang couldn't quite understand, so he had to grab his father's sleeve and ask him to explain the price.

"If you want to work in a hierarchical place." Jiang Xueming took out a cigarette and handed one to his son. "You must know the rules of survival there and the living conditions of the people - you must know how to adapt to the environment."

"You can drive a Koenigsegg to work, but when you first get in, you can only be considered a temporary clerk."

"No one will be jealous of you if you buy a supercar worth 20 to 30 million yuan, not even the thought of envy."

"But as long as you enter the parking space of the public office building and hit the accelerator a little more, and the car is not parked properly and upright enough, you will know what the price is."

"All your shortcomings will be infinitely magnified because you are the son of a gunsmith."

"You are taking advantage of the privileges left to you by your family to act arbitrarily - even if you have never thought so, you are just spending family money. What is wrong with this?"

"Colleagues in the same office think you are flamboyant. If you want to explain, you are using strong words. If you want to remain silent, you are admitting that you are in the wrong."

"You obviously don't need this job. You can spend your life very well even if you just eat and die at home - just because you want to find a class, you come to the grassroots to experience life."

"Your leader wants you to restrain yourself. Of course, you don't have to abide by this set of rules. This is the price."

"Is there any way? Dad?" Jiang Zhengyang still refused to give up: "I just want to drive. I like driving."

Jiang Xueming: "How is your elder brother doing now?"

"He went to Galahad for further studies, in the military academy." Talking about Jiang Bai, Zhengyang frowned again, because his eldest brother seemed to be better than him in everything: "Don't mention him."

Jiang Xueming: "Are you jealous of Dabai too?"

"Well" Jiang Zhengyang nodded reluctantly, but he knew that his father had no preference.

Jiang Xueming: "You can drive a cheaper car to the traffic department. It's not a bad thing if you like driving."

Jiang Zhengyang: "Huh?"

Jiang Xueming spread his hands and shrugged.

"The cheaper the better. No one will say that you are uneducated and domineering. Even if one day you park your car wrongly and block BOSS's car, BOSS will only call you and say this - "

"——Second Young Master, my dear Second Young Master, are you free? Help move the car, otherwise I will call your father to complain."

Jiang Zhengyang said in surprise: "Really or not?"

"If you respect others, others will respect you, Zhengyang." Jiang Xueming whispered, almost close to Er Shao's ear: "Did you tell Xiao Qi about this? She didn't hit you?"

Jiang Zhengyang: "How dare I!"

To be honest, my mother’s stick education was actually much more powerful than my father’s.

For such a disobedient naughty kid, Xiaoqi usually directly takes him to the ring to solve ideological problems, which is very traditional.

"BOSS likes you very much." Jiang Xueming told him bluntly: "Zhengyang, if you really do this - your salary cannot be exchanged for a car for the time being, and you will have to work hard for two years to scrape together a down payment. A good cat can only I feel you are wronged.”

"Not only is it wronged, but your colleagues in the department also feel wronged by you, and your leader will think that you are too diligent and frugal."

"If you drive a 40,000 yuan scooter to work, people will think you are showing off and showing off, and no one will dare to touch you, including the boss."

"You are the son of a fighting hero. Who wants to hear stories about heroes bleeding and crying, and their children continuing to suffer hardships? If the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult still exists, they will definitely be too happy to sleep - because you will be killed soon. Controlled by inner demons, he is about to devote himself to evil causes.”

"So I say, you either don't go to work in the Transportation Department, or you find your own position, and you feel a little bit overwhelmed."

In the family, Xueming is actually more like a mother. He prefers to reason with the children, and more to meet the needs of these babies as much as possible - because he didn't have it when he was a child, he would always find a way to use it in another way. Looking for compensation.

Jiang Zhengyang finally nodded. At first he asked Aunt Hong, and Aunt Hong told her the same thing, which was quite different from the answer given by his father.

“It’s so complicated”

Jiang Xueming: "I said your eldest brother is quite smart because he joined the army - bullets and guns don't cost much. The most important thing is that people also want to see my children inherit my mantle. This is what everyone expects."

Jiang Zhengyang was anxious: "You clearly said that I have a better mind than him!"

"So intelligence is not wisdom, Zhengyang." Jiang Xueming tapped the second young master's temple: "Dabai only made the right choice once and avoided a lot of trouble, but you racked your brains to find ways to solve a problem for yourself because of a little desire. Unable to complete the question - this is difficult, I know it is difficult, it is difficult to overcome desire, you must be brave.”

"all in all."

Jiang Xueming took half the cigarette out of the second young man's mouth to prevent the boy from smoking too much, at least not in front of him.

"You can come to me if you have any troubles or difficulties, but if I help you with your affairs or not, you still have to go back to your work, right?"

Jiang Zhengyang nodded thoughtfully: "Yes."

Jiang Xueming: "Bring me some food waste? I'll go out from Exit C. If you go to the Hung Hom Cross Harbor Tunnel, you should go to Exit D. That's close to the garbage truck."

The two parted ways without saying goodbye.

The next subway train came, but Xiaoqi didn't arrive as expected - Xueming's worried heart finally died, and his wife seemed to have changed her way of transportation home.

The person coming out of the subway isolation door is FE204863——

——The age gap between them gradually narrowed, almost becoming the same face.

"Oh!" Sixty-three saw the two tickets on the counter and quickly took back the counterfeit money in his hand: "I don't remember that I was here?"

"My second young master is joking with me." Jiang Xueming didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What's going on?"

"I'll ask Xiaoqi to take a taxi home in advance." Sixty-three, wearing reading glasses, holding up the diary, rambled: "This can avoid an angina pectoris caused by high blood lipids. She has not had it for four months. She has had a physical examination. The last time she drank the panacea was six years ago. She needs to rest - she has been teaching two classes in the kindergarten recently and has become more and more energetic. She seems to have an explosion of motherhood. Women are really strange. "

Jiang Xueming: "Her living habits are not good, I know that."

Sixty-three put down the pen and paper and leaned against the counter.

"So here you are, Number Thirty-One, I might need a little help. Before we get down to business, how about we have a little fun?"

Jiang Xueming: "Let's chat?"

Sixty-three: "Just chatting. You can also go for a walk."

"Talking while walking?"

"It doesn't matter, you have the final say."

After closing the gate of the beef offal stall, Xueming put on a peaked cap and walked out of the subway station with Liushisan——

——Bai Lu held an umbrella early and seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"elder brother"

My sister is also middle-aged. Although she has taken good care of herself, her cheeks have shrunk a bit. When she saw Liu Shisan and Jiang Xueming walking out together, she suddenly felt at a loss.

"Huh? You two."

Sixty-three smiled and took the umbrella from Bai Lu's hand: "Thank you!~Thank you!~Go and buy another one at the convenience store!"

Before Bai Lu could ask anything, the brother walked away with "the other brother".

"Hey! Do you want to go home for dinner?!" Bai Lu shouted: "I'll call Aunt Mei! Do you want to leave some soup for you?"

Sixty-three responded: "Definitely! Soon!"

The rain swept away the dust on the streets, and the police aircraft were on duty at night, passing through the layers of three-dimensional traffic lines——

——In order to solve the congestion problem, viaducts were built layer after layer, like a spider web. The traffic followed the takeaway swarm drones flying high in the sky, and low whistles came from between the buildings.

The colorful neon lights illuminated sixty-three variegated hair strands, with many white hairs crawling out from the back of the head.

The WALKMAN started reading the tape, and it told the old man to hold it tightly and talk about some irrelevant trivial matters.

"Keshuai died last year?"

"Yes, I have lived for more than a hundred years. When I die in a dream, there is no pain, it is joy and mourning. I secretly went to the funeral, but my disciples and grandchildren danced at the grave, and everyone was very happy."

"Where's Teacher Luca?"

"He left ten years ago. Teacher Luka was in poor health."

A song from 2018 came from the Walkman. The song was called "Return to Zero" and was written by Lin Yilian. The album was called "Reset" - for the HK singer who was 56 years old at the time, this song was The F5 range is more difficult and a severe challenge.

Jiang Xueming sighed: "She can really sing."

Sixty-three also sighed: "People are willing to stick to the cause they love for their entire lives, bursting out with unimaginable vitality."

Bai Lu also staggered to follow. She bought a new umbrella, but it was hard to disturb her two brothers. She knew the story of Sixty-Three, and it was one of the few meetings in her life, so she walked quietly. Behind Xueming.

Walk to Victoria Harbor and to the seaside.

Sixty-three finally got down to business——

"——I want you to help me. Use the power of your soul after unlocking the door to help me complete more difficult tasks and quell greater time and space disasters."

Jiang Xueming: "What do you want me to do?"

"Actually, I can't bear to disturb your retirement life, but there is no other way." Sixty-three felt helpless: "Twenty-four years later, I will come back to you - it should be 2072."

Jiang Xueming: "Why? It takes so long?"

"You are not strong enough yet. You will start to recuperate from now on and fully control every soul power attribute after unlocking. You must gradually adapt to this change." Sixty-three apologized: "I'm really sorry. When the time comes, I will use these two Get a ticket and find me somewhere else——"

Leaving the ticket behind, he turned the lock cylinder and transformed into a huge clock dial again.

"——Remember to get in the car."

Sixty-three disappeared.

Bai Lu followed her brother. After walking for a while, it was difficult to talk, so she simply closed her umbrella and squeezed to Xueming's side.

"Do you have any other stories to listen to this time?"

Jiang Xueming didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Even in her forties, this sister was still the leader of the violent melon-eating team.

"How do I know!~ Just take it one step at a time!"

Bai Lu: "Are you going far?"

Jiang Xueming: "It should be quite far."

Bai Lu: "Can you come back?"

Jiang Xueming: “Courage can defeat evil!”

Bai Lu scratched her head and looked embarrassed: "Hey!"

"You have someone." Jiang Xueming started.

Bai Lu interrupted directly: "Don't mention this! I am missing arms and legs, do I need someone to push me in a wheelchair and take care of me to live my life?"

"Stop scolding Teacher Victor." Jiang Xueming whispered.

When I was walking back to the Bu family's mansion, I happened to encounter a motorcycle with sparks from its rear wheel and it rushed out of the courtyard——

——That was Meteor's eldest daughter. Xueming recognized the white hair, which was the same as that of Ah Xing after the blood donation.

This rebellious girl didn't seem to have any intention of finishing her meal with her family, so she rushed to the coastal road and bombed the street on a rainy day.

Meteor chased him out, holding a rice bowl and still chewing food. He had not changed at all.

"Oh! She's become more capable! I brought her food! She actually got angry!"

3301 also chased out, complaining: "She said no bitter melon, no bitter melon, no bitter melon! You heard it once or twice and you didn't listen! If you give it to her bowl for the third time, she will always be angry. Come on! You didn’t even pay attention!”

"Hey! Wait! I'll chase her on a motorcycle too!" Meteor didn't even realize that he had been a father for more than ten years and was preparing to have a life-or-death race with his daughter.

"Brother Ming?!" Ah Xing rode his motorcycle to the door and happened to bump into Xueming.

Xue Mingliang issued two tickets——

"—It's here again!"

"Holy shit!" Meteor's eyes lit up, and his daughter stopped chasing him. He took one of the bills and looked at it carefully: "The ticket for October 2072? How did you get it? What is this?"

"There's new fun!" Xueming spread his hands to celebrate with his good brother, "Let's go on an adventure together!"

Without any hesitation, Bu Liuxing grasped his partner's finger in the pouring rain and pressed it against the hot palm - it wanted to chop all the ordinary things into dry wood that would ignite the fire.

"Yeah! ~ Again! Again! Again!"

Then he passed out, just like his mother died suddenly.

It was so fast that Teacher Sansan had no time to help her.

Xueming comforted in a low voice——

"——Teacher Sansan, at least now you don't have to deal with two racing madmen at the same time, and you don't have to take care of two undergrown children at the same time."

Back at the restaurant, Jiang Xueming told every family member about the tickets, including Aunt Bumei.

Everyone was immersed in their work and did not pay attention to what would happen twenty-four years later. Only Meteor's little daughter half understood what she said. The seven-year-old suddenly shouted something.

"Hello, Uncle Gunsmith!"

Jiang Xueming was full of energy and responded with a smile: "It's good for you too!"

He sat back in his seat, looked at the ticket in his hand, and had no more bold ideas——

——Even if the sky falls, life must continue.