Chapter 2
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The middle-aged woman quickly walked to the door of Fulai supermarket. She looked at the old man: "Uncle Zhang, how can Qingchen come to play chess with you again?"
The two sides in the speech also know each other.
But Uncle Zhang's tone was not so polite: "your own son, do you ask me? He has no living expenses. He can only earn a little money to eat by playing chess. "
Zhang Wanfang, a middle-aged woman, was stunned for a moment: "but I have the living expenses of Qingchen for his father every month."
This made Mr. Zhang also say, "then I don't know what's going on."
Uncle Zhang thought that Zhang Wanfang was not a poor man. It seemed that the living expenses for Qingchen were not less, but why did the boy still live a tight life?
Qingchen doesn't look like a black sheep in his family. He is very economical every day. He never drinks a drink.
"But shouldn't he be studying by himself in the evening?" Zhang Wanfang asked.
At this time, Uncle Zhang thought, "he seems to say that he is waiting for someone."
"No, I have to go home and have a look," Zhang said.
She was about to leave with the cake, but the man beside her suddenly said, "Wan Fang, Hao Hao, we have already reserved a seat for today's birthday. After eating, we have to take him to the cinema."
Zhang Wanfang looked back at the man: "Qingchen may be truant, I don't care if I don't ask."
"He's seventeen years old, and he can manage himself well. Besides, he has his own father," the man said, and then he said in a slow voice, "in fact, it's OK to go to see him at the weekend. Let's accompany Haohao first today?"
After hearing this, Zhang Wanfang frowned. Only a few seconds later, she sighed: "OK, I'll spend my birthday with Hao Hao first."
……
Qingchen walks silently under the camphor tree in the shady path of the West family home of the city government.
Different from the style of high-rise buildings in modern cities, the courtyard is a small four story building in the 1970s. There are no elevators, no gas, and the sewers will be blocked from time to time.
You can't use high-power electrical appliances at home, because it will trip.
Qingchen walks into the dim door, ignores the psoriasis like advertisements on the wall, and takes out the key to open the door on the first floor.
The 76 square meter house has two bedrooms and one living room. The room on the first floor has poor lighting.
He took out his cell phone, opened his address book, and then dialed out: "Hello, Dad..."
The voice on the other side of the phone has interrupted him: "to find your mother for living expenses, I have no money, she has a lot of money now."
While talking, the voice of playing mahjong came from the other side of the phone.
"I don't want money," Qingchen said in a low voice, "I haven't asked you for money for a long time."
"What's that for?" The man was impatient and said, "going to school for a parents' meeting again? Go to your mother, this kind of thing... "
Haven't wait for the other party to finish, Qingchen this time actively hang up the phone.
He gently leaned against the closed door, and then opened his sleeve under his school uniform coat.
He looked at the white numbers and symbols on his forearm like LCD: countdown 5:58:13.
White numbers are like fluorescent tattoos embedded in his flesh and skin. No matter how he rubs them, there is no way to erase them.
Looking closely at them, Qingchen also saw that there were special and fine lines in the number, like mechanical parts biting each other, full of a sense of future science and technology.
The numbers are changing silently.
The countdown is 5:58:12.
The countdown is 5:58:11.
There are still 5 hours, 58 minutes and 11 seconds left, all of which seem to remind Qingchen that some incredible things will happen after 5 hours and 58 minutes.
There is no sound, but Qingchen clearly heard the sound of the second hand beating in his heart.
Qing Chen took a look at the cell phone that hung up the phone and the empty room.
He didn't know what kind of life he was going to meet in five hours and 58 minutes. All he knew was that he could only rely on himself.
……
Time is a very heavy unit of measurement, the length of life, the breadth of civilization, are used to it to mark.
The concept of time exists in everyone's life.
So when there is any countdown in your life, no matter what it is, it will make you feel some urgency.
There are still five hours left. No one knows what the end of the countdown is.
Could it be dangerous?
Could it be another life?
Qingchen can't be sure, he can only prepare for the worst.
So he has to prepare something before the countdown is over.
If there is danger, then he should let himself at least within the scope of his ability, have some ability to resist danger.
Qingchen put on a clean gray coat and covered his appearance with the shadow of his hood.
Take advantage of the night.
He went out to the farmer's market. It was already dark in October in Los Angeles.
The sound of cooking comes from the residential buildings, the crackling sound of vegetables and oil juice after collision, and then an attractive smell comes out.
The taste of eggs, pork and mutton poured into Qingchen's mind like pieces of information. When he needed the information one day, he could extract a "file" from his mind.
He bought pliers and shovel at the hardware store, bought a bag of rice and a bag of noodles at the grain and oil shop, and salt.
He also bought boxes of antibiotics at the drugstore, batteries and flashlights, and compressed biscuits at the supermarket.
When he doesn't know what he is going to face, he can only prepare as much as possible.
These things have almost consumed all of Qingchen's savings.
Qingchen went into the kitchen after carrying things home. He put all the knives available on the chopping board in the most convenient place in the room.
The kitchen knife is under the pillow and the bone knife is on the bedside table.
The countdown is 2 hours 43 minutes 11 seconds.
He confirmed that the doors and windows were closed, so he sat by the bed and began to ponder: do you want to find help?
Who are you looking for?
Mother has a new family, father is a gambler.
In fact, when Qingchen found the countdown on his arm a few hours ago, he was only 17 years old and subconsciously wanted to seek help from his parents.
But he denied the idea.
Qingchen takes out her mobile phone and tries to take a photo of the white countdown on her arm. However, she finds that the white lines clearly visible to her naked eye do not appear on the screen of her mobile phone.
There was no light on in the dim room, and the windows were not sound proof. Because it was on the first floor, he could often hear the footsteps of passers-by outside.
The sound of footsteps outside, the sound of breathing in the room, the faint light of the mobile phone screen, everything is so quiet and strange.
I'm afraid it's useless to ask ordinary people for help in such strange and ridiculous things, and I don't have any special friends at school.
Even if there is, it should not involve ordinary people in this kind of thing, right?
Therefore, if we want to find help, we can only think of other ways.
Wait, Qingchen seems to think of something, get up and go into the living room to search.
Two minutes later, he silently looked at the Guanyin Pendant in his hand.
Then he put it in front of him and bowed nine times.
The last preparation is done.
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The middle-aged woman quickly walked to the door of Fulai supermarket. She looked at the old man: "Uncle Zhang, how can Qingchen come to play chess with you again?"
The two sides in the speech also know each other.
But Uncle Zhang's tone was not so polite: "your own son, do you ask me? He has no living expenses. He can only earn a little money to eat by playing chess. "
Zhang Wanfang, a middle-aged woman, was stunned for a moment: "but I have the living expenses of Qingchen for his father every month."
This made Mr. Zhang also say, "then I don't know what's going on."
Uncle Zhang thought that Zhang Wanfang was not a poor man. It seemed that the living expenses for Qingchen were not less, but why did the boy still live a tight life?
Qingchen doesn't look like a black sheep in his family. He is very economical every day. He never drinks a drink.
"But shouldn't he be studying by himself in the evening?" Zhang Wanfang asked.
At this time, Uncle Zhang thought, "he seems to say that he is waiting for someone."
"No, I have to go home and have a look," Zhang said.
She was about to leave with the cake, but the man beside her suddenly said, "Wan Fang, Hao Hao, we have already reserved a seat for today's birthday. After eating, we have to take him to the cinema."
Zhang Wanfang looked back at the man: "Qingchen may be truant, I don't care if I don't ask."
"He's seventeen years old, and he can manage himself well. Besides, he has his own father," the man said, and then he said in a slow voice, "in fact, it's OK to go to see him at the weekend. Let's accompany Haohao first today?"
After hearing this, Zhang Wanfang frowned. Only a few seconds later, she sighed: "OK, I'll spend my birthday with Hao Hao first."
……
Qingchen walks silently under the camphor tree in the shady path of the West family home of the city government.
Different from the style of high-rise buildings in modern cities, the courtyard is a small four story building in the 1970s. There are no elevators, no gas, and the sewers will be blocked from time to time.
You can't use high-power electrical appliances at home, because it will trip.
Qingchen walks into the dim door, ignores the psoriasis like advertisements on the wall, and takes out the key to open the door on the first floor.
The 76 square meter house has two bedrooms and one living room. The room on the first floor has poor lighting.
He took out his cell phone, opened his address book, and then dialed out: "Hello, Dad..."
The voice on the other side of the phone has interrupted him: "to find your mother for living expenses, I have no money, she has a lot of money now."
While talking, the voice of playing mahjong came from the other side of the phone.
"I don't want money," Qingchen said in a low voice, "I haven't asked you for money for a long time."
"What's that for?" The man was impatient and said, "going to school for a parents' meeting again? Go to your mother, this kind of thing... "
Haven't wait for the other party to finish, Qingchen this time actively hang up the phone.
He gently leaned against the closed door, and then opened his sleeve under his school uniform coat.
He looked at the white numbers and symbols on his forearm like LCD: countdown 5:58:13.
White numbers are like fluorescent tattoos embedded in his flesh and skin. No matter how he rubs them, there is no way to erase them.
Looking closely at them, Qingchen also saw that there were special and fine lines in the number, like mechanical parts biting each other, full of a sense of future science and technology.
The numbers are changing silently.
The countdown is 5:58:12.
The countdown is 5:58:11.
There are still 5 hours, 58 minutes and 11 seconds left, all of which seem to remind Qingchen that some incredible things will happen after 5 hours and 58 minutes.
There is no sound, but Qingchen clearly heard the sound of the second hand beating in his heart.
Qing Chen took a look at the cell phone that hung up the phone and the empty room.
He didn't know what kind of life he was going to meet in five hours and 58 minutes. All he knew was that he could only rely on himself.
……
Time is a very heavy unit of measurement, the length of life, the breadth of civilization, are used to it to mark.
The concept of time exists in everyone's life.
So when there is any countdown in your life, no matter what it is, it will make you feel some urgency.
There are still five hours left. No one knows what the end of the countdown is.
Could it be dangerous?
Could it be another life?
Qingchen can't be sure, he can only prepare for the worst.
So he has to prepare something before the countdown is over.
If there is danger, then he should let himself at least within the scope of his ability, have some ability to resist danger.
Qingchen put on a clean gray coat and covered his appearance with the shadow of his hood.
Take advantage of the night.
He went out to the farmer's market. It was already dark in October in Los Angeles.
The sound of cooking comes from the residential buildings, the crackling sound of vegetables and oil juice after collision, and then an attractive smell comes out.
The taste of eggs, pork and mutton poured into Qingchen's mind like pieces of information. When he needed the information one day, he could extract a "file" from his mind.
He bought pliers and shovel at the hardware store, bought a bag of rice and a bag of noodles at the grain and oil shop, and salt.
He also bought boxes of antibiotics at the drugstore, batteries and flashlights, and compressed biscuits at the supermarket.
When he doesn't know what he is going to face, he can only prepare as much as possible.
These things have almost consumed all of Qingchen's savings.
Qingchen went into the kitchen after carrying things home. He put all the knives available on the chopping board in the most convenient place in the room.
The kitchen knife is under the pillow and the bone knife is on the bedside table.
The countdown is 2 hours 43 minutes 11 seconds.
He confirmed that the doors and windows were closed, so he sat by the bed and began to ponder: do you want to find help?
Who are you looking for?
Mother has a new family, father is a gambler.
In fact, when Qingchen found the countdown on his arm a few hours ago, he was only 17 years old and subconsciously wanted to seek help from his parents.
But he denied the idea.
Qingchen takes out her mobile phone and tries to take a photo of the white countdown on her arm. However, she finds that the white lines clearly visible to her naked eye do not appear on the screen of her mobile phone.
There was no light on in the dim room, and the windows were not sound proof. Because it was on the first floor, he could often hear the footsteps of passers-by outside.
The sound of footsteps outside, the sound of breathing in the room, the faint light of the mobile phone screen, everything is so quiet and strange.
I'm afraid it's useless to ask ordinary people for help in such strange and ridiculous things, and I don't have any special friends at school.
Even if there is, it should not involve ordinary people in this kind of thing, right?
Therefore, if we want to find help, we can only think of other ways.
Wait, Qingchen seems to think of something, get up and go into the living room to search.
Two minutes later, he silently looked at the Guanyin Pendant in his hand.
Then he put it in front of him and bowed nine times.
The last preparation is done.
The middle-aged woman quickly walked to the door of Fulai supermarket. She looked at the old man: "Uncle Zhang, how can Qingchen come to play chess with you again?"The two sides in the speech also know each other.But Uncle Zhang's tone was not so polite: "your own son, do you ask me? He has no living expenses. He can only earn a little money to eat by playing chess. "Zhang Wanfang, a middle-aged woman, was stunned for a moment: "but I have the living expenses of Qingchen for his father every month."This made Mr. Zhang also say, "then I don't know what's going on."Uncle Zhang thought that Zhang Wanfang was not a poor man. It seemed that the living expenses for Qingchen were not less, but why did the boy still live a tight life?Qingchen doesn't look like a black sheep in his family. He is very economical every day. He never drinks a drink."But shouldn't he be studying by himself in the evening?" Zhang Wanfang asked.At this time, Uncle Zhang thought, "he seems to say that he is waiting for someone.""No, I have to go home and have a look," Zhang said.She was about to leave with the cake, but the man beside her suddenly said, "Wan Fang, Hao Hao, we have already reserved a seat for today's birthday. After eating, we have to take him to the cinema."Zhang Wanfang looked back at the man: "Qingchen may be truant, I don't care if I don't ask.""He's seventeen years old, and he can manage himself well. Besides, he has his own father," the man said, and then he said in a slow voice, "in fact, it's OK to go to see him at the weekend. Let's accompany Haohao first today?"After hearing this, Zhang Wanfang frowned. Only a few seconds later, she sighed: "OK, I'll spend my birthday with Hao Hao first."Qingchen walks silently under the camphor tree in the shady path of the West family home of the city government.Different from the style of high-rise buildings in modern cities, the courtyard is a small four story building in the 1970s. There are no elevators, no gas, and the sewers will be blocked from time to time.You can't use high-power electrical appliances at home, because it will trip.Qingchen walks into the dim door, ignores the psoriasis like advertisements on the wall, and takes out the key to open the door on the first floor.The 76 square meter house has two bedrooms and one living room. The room on the first floor has poor lighting.He took out his cell phone, opened his address book, and then dialed out: "Hello, Dad..."The voice on the other side of the phone has interrupted him: "to find your mother for living expenses, I have no money, she has a lot of money now."While talking, the voice of playing mahjong came from the other side of the phone."I don't want money," Qingchen said in a low voice, "I haven't asked you for money for a long time.""What's that for?" The man was impatient and said, "going to school for a parents' meeting again? Go to your mother, this kind of thing... "Haven't wait for the other party to finish, Qingchen this time actively hang up the phone.He gently leaned against the closed door, and then opened his sleeve under his school uniform coat.He looked at the white numbers and symbols on his forearm like LCD: countdown 5:58:13.White numbers are like fluorescent tattoos embedded in his flesh and skin. No matter how he rubs them, there is no way to erase them.Looking closely at them, Qingchen also saw that there were special and fine lines in the number, like mechanical parts biting each other, full of a sense of future science and technology.The numbers are changing silently.The countdown is 5:58:12.The countdown is 5:58:11.There are still 5 hours, 58 minutes and 11 seconds left, all of which seem to remind Qingchen that some incredible things will happen after 5 hours and 58 minutes.There is no sound, but Qingchen clearly heard the sound of the second hand beating in his heart.Qing Chen took a look at the cell phone that hung up the phone and the empty room.He didn't know what kind of life he was going to meet in five hours and 58 minutes. All he knew was that he could only rely on himself.Time is a very heavy unit of measurement, the length of life, the breadth of civilization, are used to it to mark.The concept of time exists in everyone's life.So when there is any countdown in your life, no matter what it is, it will make you feel some urgency.There are still five hours left. No one knows what the end of the countdown is.Could it be dangerous?Could it be another life?Qingchen can't be sure, he can only prepare for the worst.So he has to prepare something before the countdown is over.If there is danger, then he should let himself at least within the scope of his ability, have some ability to resist danger.Qingchen put on a clean gray coat and covered his appearance with the shadow of his hood.Take advantage of the night.He went out to the farmer's market. It was already dark in October in Los Angeles.The sound of cooking comes from the residential buildings, the crackling sound of vegetables and oil juice after collision, and then an attractive smell comes out.The taste of eggs, pork and mutton poured into Qingchen's mind like pieces of information. When he needed the information one day, he could extract a "file" from his mind.He bought pliers and shovel at the hardware store, bought a bag of rice and a bag of noodles at the grain and oil shop, and salt.He also bought boxes of antibiotics at the drugstore, batteries and flashlights, and compressed biscuits at the supermarket.When he doesn't know what he is going to face, he can only prepare as much as possible.These things have almost consumed all of Qingchen's savings.Qingchen went into the kitchen after carrying things home. He put all the knives available on the chopping board in the most convenient place in the room.The kitchen knife is under the pillow and the bone knife is on the bedside table.The countdown is 2 hours 43 minutes 11 seconds.He confirmed that the doors and windows were closed, so he sat by the bed and began to ponder: do you want to find help?Who are you looking for?Mother has a new family, father is a gambler.In fact, when Qingchen found the countdown on his arm a few hours ago, he was only 17 years old and subconsciously wanted to seek help from his parents.But he denied the idea.Qingchen takes out her mobile phone and tries to take a photo of the white countdown on her arm. However, she finds that the white lines clearly visible to her naked eye do not appear on the screen of her mobile phone.There was no light on in the dim room, and the windows were not sound proof. Because it was on the first floor, he could often hear the footsteps of passers-by outside.The sound of footsteps outside, the sound of breathing in the room, the faint light of the mobile phone screen, everything is so quiet and strange.I'm afraid it's useless to ask ordinary people for help in such strange and ridiculous things, and I don't have any special friends at school.Even if there is, it should not involve ordinary people in this kind of thing, right?Therefore, if we want to find help, we can only think of other ways.Wait, Qingchen seems to think of something, get up and go into the living room to search.Two minutes later, he silently looked at the Guanyin Pendant in his hand.Then he put it in front of him and bowed nine times.The last preparation is done.
