Super Dimension Technology Era

Parallel time and space—Blue Star No. 176943.

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Lingnan, China.

On the outskirts of Shanmei City, in an economically underdeveloped urban area, many old flavors and traditions of family worship are still preserved.

The morning light is faint, and the smoke from the cooking stoves in Qingmao Village is rising. Many young people who go to work at Xinli Electronics Factory are already waiting for the bus at the entrance of the village early in the morning.

Bus No. 12, with the characteristic deep sound of a diesel engine, slowly stopped at the only bus stop in front of the village entrance. Several young people who went to work in the electronics factory quickly put in their coins and boarded the bus.

The bus started off again.

A Toyota Corolla stopped for a moment at the entrance of the village. The passenger window was half-pressed, and the woman wearing sunglasses with light makeup gently lifted her sunglasses.

"Moss Village?"

"Sister Cai, this is it."

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In a quaint little villa with a touch of elegance.

A family of four is eating breakfast.

On the table, there is a small plate of marinated olives, a small plate of olive vegetables, and a small plate of stir-fried spinach.

The gentle middle-aged woman cut two salted duck eggs in half, then handed the half containing the runny yolk to a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.

"Mom is so partial!" the ponytail girl on the side muttered with a pout.

"You'll get acne again after eating it, do you want it?" The middle-aged woman handed over another piece of salted duck egg with egg yolk in it.

The girl waved her hand: "For dad."

Normally, the boy would have to quarrel with his sister, but today he was uncharacteristically immersed in eating the porridge.

The middle-aged man who is the head of the family raised his glasses and glanced at his son: "What do you want to say?"

"I..." The young man hesitated to speak.

"Mingzhe, we are all a family, don't keep anything to yourself." The woman said softly, and glanced at her husband without leaving any trace.

The young man mustered up his courage: "There is an artist management company that wants to recruit me as a trainee. I..."

"Are you planning to become a trainee?" The middle-aged man frowned.

"Yes, I have my own dream. I don't want to be an engineer." The boy became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he was venting his dissatisfaction and unwillingness.

Teenagers in the rebellious stage are always very disgusted with their parents' instructions and life arrangements.

"..." The middle-aged man stared at the stubborn boy and remained silent for a long time. He picked up a pickled olive and took a few mouthfuls of white porridge.

For a moment, the four members of the family at the dining table were silent. The middle-aged man put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, got up and walked to the bedroom on the second floor.

The boy also hurriedly finished the bowl of porridge and went back to his room to pack his luggage.

The Toyota Corolla parked slowly at the door of the villa.

The red brick walls are covered with moss, and the early Yunnan cherry blossoms in half of the courtyard are in full bloom at this time.

The woman in sunglasses opened the car door and was about to knock on the door.

The boy and his mother came out together. The boy pulled the suitcase, while the mother asked with concern about the family's filial piety.

"Hello, I am Hu Cai, the agent of Shengmei Culture and Entertainment Company. This is my business card." Hu Cai smiled and handed over a business card.

Suddenly a slightly rough hand took the business card.

"Uh? Who are you?" Hu Cai was stunned.

"I am Huang Mingzhe's father, come in and have a chat!"

"no problem."

Hu Cai and the middle-aged man went straight into the living room of the villa. Huang Mingzhe was about to follow, but was grabbed by his mother.

Living room, two cups of tea on the mahogany table.

The middle-aged man looked at the laptop and asked expressionlessly, "Where is the contract?"

Although he couldn't figure out what the middle-aged man in front of him was thinking, Hu Cai was still very professional and took out two standard contracts from his briefcase.

After taking the contract, the middle-aged man looked through it carefully and raised his glasses from time to time.

"Mr. Huang, our company is very sincere. After all, Mingzhe has good appearance, voice, and talent. In the future, he can..."

"I know how much he weighs." The middle-aged man signed the guardian column.

Hu Cai was greatly surprised by the middle-aged man's attitude and behavior. She originally thought that the man would open his mouth like a lion, but unexpectedly he turned out to be a little too calm.

And Huang Mingzhe didn't expect that his old-fashioned father would actually agree to become a trainee. He was completely confused and couldn't say anything.

He got into the car in a daze.

"If you regret it, come back! I left everything in the old house."

What? Huang Mingzhe raised his head in confusion, only to see his father's back, his mother's worried eyes, and his sister's little fist.

The Toyota Corolla drifted away on the country road.

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The trend of the times is unstoppable.

On the glamorous stage, some people are high-spirited; in the shack of the underground rental house, some people are making steamed buns and instant noodles.

Near the exit of Dongchang Metro Station.

The young man wearing a hood played the acoustic guitar with his rough hands and chanted in a low voice with a slightly aged voice:

"Maybe I will cry when I lower my head, maybe June Snow will fly into my heart...Who is alive in this world, it is not like a purgatory. If I don't cry, I have no dignity to give up..."

From time to time, passers-by would donate generously, while others would show disdain, and most would just pass by indifferently.

Every day in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen, rookies with dreams rush in, and losers who are overwhelmed by reality escape.

So what if you don't give in, this is life.

The young man in the hood sang with great emotion, and his low lamentation seemed to be hysterically telling the story of his tragic fate.

But most of the passers-by have become insensitive, their passion has long been worn away by life, and their blood cannot withstand daily necessities.

Until his voice became hoarse, the hooded young man looked at his watch, clasped his hands and said thank you to the few spectators around him for their support.

He put his acoustic guitar in his wallet pocket and didn't count the audience's tips.

I passed by a fast food restaurant and grabbed a quick snack. The sun was already setting, but the setting sun did not slow down the pace of the city.

Suddenly he stopped next to a billboard. It turned out to be an advertisement for a talent show called The Voice of China.

Then he shook his head mockingly and walked towards the rental house without looking back.

Inside a small rental house.

The young man washed his face and looked at the face on the other side of the mirror. He was handsome, youthful, mature, and a little stubborn.

He was eating rice and braised pork on a low, cheap plastic chair. The rice was a little dry and hard, so he quickly picked up the cup.

After taking a sip of boiled water, he suddenly stopped, put down the chopsticks in his hands, picked up the photo frame on the bedside table, and wiped it silently.

There was a family of four in the photo frame, tears falling gently, and his lips were slightly open, but he didn't know what to say.

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Shantou-Mei Section of Shenzhen-Shantou Expressway.

The low car engine sounds particularly harsh.

While driving, the man was puffing away at a crumpled cigarette. Through his messy hair, you could vaguely see his old face with crisscrossed grooves.

It was dark ahead, and only one headlight of his Raptor 150 was left.

The sides of the highway were so dark, like an abyss, strong winds poured into the windows, and snowflakes gradually fell from the dark sky.

"Ahem..." The man coughed while holding on to the steering wheel.

The speed of the car was only more than 30 kilometers per hour, the road was very bumpy, and debris appeared in the middle of the road from time to time, but the gaze in the man's left eye was unwavering, and there seemed to be a light in his gaze.

In the wind and snow, the pickup truck slowly stopped.

He glanced ahead. Above the expressway exit toll station, there were only three signs with the words "Changsha... Exit" remaining.

A rusty iron railing lies in the middle of the road, and a thin layer of snow covers the toll booth and the road.

The car door opened, and the man pulled out a fire ax from the passenger side and walked slowly to the front. Looking at the empty highway exit in front of him, he was not surprised, only a little lonely.

Struggling to clear a lane.

"Cough... Huh..." He covered his mouth, as if he wanted to cough out his heart, liver, spleen and lungs. The scarf around his neck was so red, like a piece of fresh pig liver.

He leaned tiredly against the wall of the toll booth, breathing heavily.

No, I can't fall...

The snowflakes were falling, and the clear sound of the acoustic guitar came from a distance.

The old man's eyes gradually became blurred, as if the dream bubble had broken into a group of colorful butterflies.

Dream?

Diehu?

Why do you care?