"I probably understand what you mean."
In the bright convenience store, Zhou Ping, wearing uniform, stood behind the cashier. He listened carefully to Uncle Shang's explanation and narrowed his eyes.
"...Are you sure you really understand?" Uncle Shang said uncertainly.
"You come from 2012. What kind of forbidden ruins do you use to project your sights to this era just to find me to help you fight?"
Uncle Shang spoke again very patiently, "Strictly speaking, I lock you in 2012 through the current you, help you grow up in advance, and then..."
"And help you fight?"
"… right."
Zhou Ping lowered the brim of his peaked cap to cover most of his face, then turned and walked into the warehouse, leaving Uncle Shang standing alone in the empty convenience store.
Uncle Shang was thinking about how to make Zhou Ping believe this nonsense-sounding story. When he saw Zhou Ping turn around and leave, he was slightly startled. Before he could recover, the warehouse door handle twisted again, and Zhou Ping was carrying several large boxes. He walked out steadily.
"you… "
Uncle Shang's eyes flashed with confusion, and just as he was about to say something, Zhou Ping's apologetic voice sounded directly,
"I'm really sorry, please stop for a moment... I haven't finished loading the goods yet. When the boss comes and sees me being lazy, he will deduct the money."
Uncle Shang:…
"In short, I understand what you mean, but you may have really found the wrong person." Zhou Ping said seriously while working, "I don't have the forbidden ruins you mentioned, and I'm not good at fighting. I'm just an ordinary person. people… "
"Ordinary people can't see me. No, it should be said that all existences in this era, even gods, may not be able to detect me, because here I am just a spiritual gaze... But not only can you see me, You can even hear my voice.”
Zhou Ping tilted his head and thought seriously for a while.
"Is this awesome?"
"..." Uncle Shang's mouth twitched, "Of course."
"But I really can't fight."
"You must have potential in this area, but you didn't realize it yourself... We will find you four years ago and guide you so that you can grow up faster."
"Four years ago..." Zhou Ping's hand, which was sorting the shelves, paused slightly, as if he remembered something, and his expression showed a complicated look.
"Of course, we will control the guidance in dreams. When you wake up, you will basically not remember those things, so we will not interfere with your original destiny..." Uncle Shang keenly captured Zhou Ping's emotional changes, "If you don't want to, then just pretend I haven't been here..."
"No."
Zhou Ping shook his head and slowly stood up from the ground. His peaked cap covered most of his face, making his expression unclear.
"No need to bother with dreams... If you want to interfere in my life, please feel free to do so." Zhou Ping paused for a moment.
"My life is already in ruins."
Uncle Shang was stunned on the spot.
…
[2012]
In the middle of the rough sea, Uncle Shang, sitting in the awning boat, frowned slightly.
Black blood continued to fall from the corners of his eyes. He closed his eyes tightly, fumbled for his cell phone from his pocket, and dialed an emergency number with one click.
After a short ringing, a calm female voice sounded:
"Hello?"
"Is Ye Fan with you? Ask him to do me a favor..."
…
Xijin City.
Click—
The taxi meter popped up automatically, and a string of small tickets was slowly pulled out from the old on-board equipment, making a harsh buzzing sound.
"Here, we're here." The old driver held the cigarette that was about to burn out, stretched out the window and flicked the ashes.
"How much?"
"Twenty-five yuan, no small note twenty."
A brand-new banknote was handed to the driver's hand, and then a slender figure pushed open the door and walked out. Wearing a black coat, he stood in front of an old residential building and looked down at the text message on his phone.
"Taohuawu Community... this should be it." Ye Fan murmured to himself.
He glanced at the darkening sky and walked straight into the community.
This community is not big and looks like it has a history. The exterior walls that were originally painted with white paint are tinged with a dull yellow color, and the roads are full of potholes. Under the dim sky, only a few residents have incandescent lights on. A total of There shouldn't be many residents either.
But even so, there is still a small security booth at the entrance of the community. At this moment, an old man wearing a white vest is sitting at the door, calmly shaking the cattail leaf fan. When he sees Ye Fan walking in the distance, his eyes suddenly narrow. A crack.
"Hey, who are you looking for?" the uncle shouted at the top of his lungs.
"I'm looking for a kid named Zhou Ping. Is he at home?" Ye Fan skillfully took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over.
"Looking for Zhou Ping?" The uncle looked at him carefully for a while and then said with some vigilance, "Who are you? What do you want to do with him?"
"I'm Zhou Ping's class teacher, and I'm here for a home visit this time."
"teacher?"
The uncle's expression relaxed a little, but then he thought of something and said doubtfully, "Zhou Ping's child's grades have always been good. Why do we need a home visit? Does he have any problems?"
"Zhou Ping's grades are usually good, but they have declined recently, so I came to take a look at the situation." Ye Fan casually made up a reason.
After hearing this, the uncle's face changed slightly, he glanced at the lights of a certain house in the community, and sighed:
"Damn it... I guess his bastard parents are back again..."
"What?"
"... It's nothing." The uncle seemed to realize that he had made a mistake. He shook his head and said in a complicated tone, "Teacher... Zhou Ping is a good boy. If you have the ability, you must help him."
He raised his hand and pointed to a dim light at the edge of the dark community, "That's his home, 403, do you need to lead the way?" ωωw..net
"Need not."
Ye Fan glanced at the position of the light, narrowed his eyes slightly, and walked straight into the depths of the community.
This is the building on the edge of the entire community and the quietest one. Except for the dim light on the fourth floor, the other floors are empty. Ye Fan stamped his feet on the dark stairs, which were in disrepair. The voice-controlled lights did not light up, and the deserted corridor seemed to lead to the abyss.
He frowned and silently stepped up the stairs. A pale gold like Buddha's light appeared in the depths of his eyes.
For him at the peak of "Klein", perception has already covered every corner of the building. Not to mention just the corridor without light, he can clearly see the scene in 403 even through several walls.
Ye Fan came to the door of 403 and was about to knock on the door. The light of two flashlights lit up from the corridor on the first floor, followed by a burst of violent curses.
"Fuck, these properties are fucking using light bulbs? How many days has this corridor been dark and no one has come to repair it?! It's been dark every day, no wonder my luck is getting worse day by day, fuck!!"
"Where's Zhou Ping? Didn't he study physics in junior high school? Why can't he even fix a light bulb?"
"Him? He's useless in studying. I've already told him to work as a doorman for Brother Long's place. He can still earn a hundred dollars a month. If you, a stinky bitch, hadn't stopped me..."
"Why are you so angry? He is only fourteen years old and you let him work as a doorman? If child labor is discovered these days, we will be held accountable! Besides, isn't this nine years of compulsory education? If you don't go to school for free, Not on."
"Compulsory education? Haha... Then you will refund the tuition fee to me? You prodigal woman will fart every day!"
"Didn't he get all his tuition fees from my third brother? Did you pay for them?"
"My son's money belongs to me! This kid used his own money to pay his tuition. Have you asked me for my opinion?!"
As the drake-like voice gradually approached upstairs, a disgusting smell of alcohol poured into Ye Fan's nose. He frowned and glanced downstairs. After hesitating for a moment, he still did not choose to meet them, silently He walked along the stairs to the fifth floor, disappearing in the darkness.
In the dim light of the flashlight, a drunken man and woman arrived on the fourth floor.
The man is in his forties, his arms are covered with ferocious tattoos, and a string of large plastic-like gold chains hangs from his neck. He is holding a wine bottle in one hand and clenching it into a fist with the other hand. Smash the door.
Behind him followed a woman with heavy makeup, but even the thick makeup could not cover up the ravines of time on her skin. Under the black and purple eye shadow, those mean eyes looked like a witch in a fairy tale.
"I'm back! You haven't opened the door yet!!"
Boom, boom, boom!
The savage knocking on the door was like thunder echoing in the deserted corridor,
Ye Fan could see that at the moment when the brutal knock on the door rang, the body of a boy in room 403 trembled suddenly, and panic appeared in his eyes.
Xiao Zhouping, who was hiding in the narrow bathroom, was shaking uncontrollably, but after a while he still mustered up the courage to put the disinfectant and bandages beside the sink back into the cabinet, and walked towards the door with a pale face...
As soon as he opened the door, a muddy sole kicked him hard in the chest, knocking him to the ground along with a chair.
"I've been knocking at the door for so long and you can't hear me?? Are you deaf??"
The boy sat down on the ground with his hands on his body, his head lowered, without saying a word.
The man glanced at the empty dining table, his eyes narrowed in a dangerous arc, "And...where's dinner? Why haven't you made it?"
The boy remained silent.
"Fuck you, I'm asking you a question! Are you pretending to be mute??"
Seeing that Xiao Zhouping didn't speak at all, an evil fire suddenly ignited from the man's chest. He immediately took off the cheap synthetic belt and walked forward viciously.
“…I don’t have any money to buy rice.”
Just when the man was about to take action, Xiao Zhouping's voice sounded hoarse.
Snapped! !
Before he finished speaking, a belt roared through the air and was thrown on his exposed forearm.
"No money? If you don't have money, ask your third uncle for it! Doesn't he have money?? And you have the hands and feet, can't you go to the street to ask for it?!"
The man cursed loudly, and the stench of alcohol filled the whole room. He ignored the twisted little Zhou Ping whose facial features were in pain. The bad luck and resentment of the day at the gambling table seemed to be vented out with the crazy whipping of the belt!
But Xiao Zhouping just bit his lip and tried not to scream. Scarlet blood seeped out from under the bandage on his right arm. The charming woman's eyes fell on it. She narrowed her eyes and stretched out her hand to stop it. The man with the red eye.
The man suddenly turned back to look at her, as ferocious as a demon.
The woman walked forward slowly, bent down and rubbed the boy's hair, and spoke slowly and gently:
"Our little Zhou Ping got into a fight with someone at school again? Do you know how much effort your parents put into sending you to school... Is this how you repay us?"
After hearing these words, Xiao Zhou Ping, whose body was covered with bloody whip marks, his pupils shrank slightly.
At the same time, Ye Fan, who was hiding in the corridor on the fifth floor, had a gloomy face... His eyes burning with Buddha's light seemed to penetrate the wall, staring at the man and woman who smelled of alcohol.
For some unknown reason, the man and woman in the room suddenly felt a chill on the back of their necks, and an inexplicable chill surged into their hearts. The belt that was about to fall from their hands also froze in mid-air.
The task Ye Fan received was to contact the child Zhou Ping and observe what was special about him. According to Uncle Shang's request, he tried not to interfere with the other person's life trajectory, but if the situation was special, he could be taken away directly.
Hearing the uncle's reminder downstairs just now, Ye Fan was mentally prepared for Xiao Zhouping's life, but he didn't expect that this family would be so deformed!
What kind of parents are these? They are simply a pair of demons! !
Even Ye Fan, who had seen strong winds and waves, couldn't help but feel anger rising in his heart when he saw a child of no more than ten years old being bullied to this extent... Now it seemed that he had to take little Zhou Ping away from this hell.
Just as Ye Fan was about to break in, in the darkness of the fifth floor corridor, a scarlet vertical eye slowly opened!
"who?!"
Ye Fan, who was extremely sensitive, suddenly turned his head to look above his head. Almost at the same time, a shadow melting into the darkness flew out of the window like lightning!
mystery?
Ye Fan smelled the breath of the black shadow, and his eyes suddenly became solemn.
Judging from the aura emitted, the "mysterious" black shadow is probably from the "sea" realm... This level of "mystery" appears in Xijin City, which is extremely rare. It cannot be handled by the local night watch team, and can only be supported by a special team. serious situation.
Although a "mysterious" in the "sea" realm poses no threat to Ye Fan, if you think about it carefully, such a powerful "mysterious" happens to appear upstairs in Xiao Zhou Ping's house... This is really a coincidence.
Ye Fan's brain was running rapidly, and he followed the black shadow without hesitation and flew out of the window!
As Ye Fan's eyes moved away, the men and women in the room suddenly felt relieved. Their clothes were soaked in cold sweat. The man looked around blankly, but did not find anything strange. At this moment, he had also sobered up.
Jingle Bell-
He was about to say something when a crisp ringtone suddenly rang.
The man glanced at the caller, his expression suddenly changed, he immediately turned around and answered the phone, and said flatteringly:
"Hello, Brother Long? Hey, good evening, good evening..."
“…”
"It's not that I won't pay it back... Really! Brother Long, you also know that I haven't been very lucky recently. Please give me a few more days of grace... "
“…”
"Look, I even sent my wife to your place to accompany you and pay back the money, but the compound interest rate is really too..."
“…”
"No, no, no! I really don't mean that, Brother Long!! I beg you, please give me another week of grace... No, five days... three days!! I will definitely pay back the three days! Really!!"
“…”
The man's expression became more and more frightened, and the ferociousness and ferocity with which he had just waved the belt were completely gone. He held the mobile phone in both hands, as humble as a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.
The woman on the side looked even more frightened. As the man hung up the phone tremblingly, she immediately asked cautiously:
"What did Brother Long say?"
"Fuck you bitch!"
Snapped! !
A slap slapped the woman's face with a roar, almost knocking her to the ground. The man clutched the phone tightly and cursed fiercely:
"Trash!! I asked you to pick up more customers, but you know how to be lazy!! You look like a fucking jujube, and you can't even pay back any interest! You can only give birth to a useless little beast... You might as well give me a daughter! A daughter is a cash cow!!"
The woman didn't seem to expect that she would be beaten. She covered her cheek with one hand, and the man's endless violence and anger were reflected in her frightened eyes!
As she staggered back, her eyes rolled rapidly. She knew that if she couldn't think of any good ideas today, the man who was cornered could beat her to death!
Her eyes fell on Xiao Zhou Ping beside her, and her eyes lit up as if she thought of something.
"Wait! I have an idea!"
The man's raised fist paused in the air.
The woman pulled the man into the bedroom, not knowing what she was talking about. Xiao Zhouping, who witnessed the whole process from the side, staggered to his feet, pursed his lips, and there was no color on his face.
After a long time, the door opened and two figures walked out.
Xiao Zhouping stood alone under the dim light, his head lowered, and his eyes filled with despair slowly closed...
However, the imaginary fist did not fall, but was replaced by a light palm.
The palms covered with mahjong calluses were rubbing Xiao Zhouping's messy black hair, as if stroking a helpless and confused puppy. Although there was some pain, there was no strong malice.
Xiao Zhouping was stunned, then slowly raised his head,
The pale light reflected from the top of the head, casting shadows on the jackal-like face... The man had never looked at his child so carefully. He looked at little Zhou Ping as if he was looking at a treasure carved from flesh and blood. .
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he spoke softly and kindly:
"Zhou Ping, dad wants to discuss something with you..."
…
The black coat was flying under the night sky, and Ye Fan's figure landed at the entrance of a night market.
This is the largest night market in Xijin City, but it is actually only two streets long. People in this era do not have so much pressure in life, and there are still many people who are willing to visit the night market and eat some late-night snacks. At this moment, there are complex pedestrian streets. The street was crowded with people, flanked by stalls hung with colorful lights and brightly lit shops. The aroma of barbecue and cooking food filled the street.
Ye Fan glanced at the night market and frowned slightly...
In the pursuit just now, he almost caught the "sea"-level "mysterious" several times, but the opponent seemed to be able to predict the future, and had insight into all his movements. He was able to escape every time, and finally plunged headlong into In this night market.
"My strength is not very good, but my escape skills are pretty good." Ye Fan snorted coldly and walked straight into the depths of the night market.
"But do you think I can't find you if you hide here...?"
A touch of Buddha's light appeared in the depths of Ye Fan's eyes, and he shuttled nimbly among the crowd. He walked half the street, and as if he noticed something, he suddenly turned his head and looked to his side!
At the same time, a girl wearing a peaked cap passed by him.
"Do you think [Eye of Time] can really change history?"
The girl's voice echoed in Ye Fan's ears. The moment the two passed by, she raised the corner of her peaked cap, and a scarlet vertical pupil was looking at Ye Fan slightly.
Feeling the breath coming from the other party, Ye Fan immediately recognized this "mysterious" one. The other party seemed to be leaning directly on the passerby, using the passerby's body to talk to him... It was precisely because of this that Ye Fan did not directly Use forbidden ruins.
In such a busy night market, he couldn't act openly and openly against an "ordinary person". The other party seemed to have understood this and dared to appear in front of him arrogantly.
In the crowd, Ye Fan's palm stretched out like lightning and calmly grabbed the girl's wrist.
"Who are you?" Ye Fan's voice was extremely low, "How do you know [Eye of Time]?"
The girl smiled, and a black shadow instantly shot out of her body and plunged into the body of an uncle who was grilling mutton skewers on the street. The uncle was wearing a Xinjiang-style hat and flipping the mutton skewers on the grill. Smilingly:
"You can call me [Secret Peeper]... I am not here to be your enemy. I am just giving you a warning on behalf of a certain supreme being."
Ye Fan frowned and squeezed through the crowd to the barbecue stall, "Supreme Being? Who?"
"you do not need to know."
As he spoke, he handed the roasted mutton skewers to Ye Fan. Ye Fan looked at him warily and did not accept it.
"[The Eye of Time] cannot change history. What does that mean?"
A young palm lifted up from Ye Fan's side, took the mutton skewers from the Xinjiang uncle's hand, and took a hard bite. A scarlet vertical pupil opened from the boy's eyebrows, staring straight at Ye Fan:
"Eyes are for seeing. No matter how hard you try, you can't move anything with your eyes... No one can tamper with history except fearless thugs."
"You want to tamper with history, but you don't know that you have already become a part of history..."
"Don't put too much hope in that child. His fate has already been determined, and your fate can only be controlled by your own hands."
Three consecutive sentences made Ye Fan frown more and more tightly. Just as he was about to ask something more, the black shadow suddenly jumped out of the boy's body and instantly crashed into a juggling artist not far away.
Under the night sky, he waved a long sword burning with flames, attracting cheers from the onlookers.
Just when Ye Fan passed through the crowd and came to the front row, the artist's hand loosened, and the long sword burning with flames traced a trajectory and landed accurately in front of Ye Fan.
The alcohol burning flame gradually extinguished, and the simple long sword returned to its original state. Ye Fan looked away from the long sword and saw the artist facing him, bowing slightly and making a gorgeous curtain call gesture.
Thunderous applause.
"The words I have brought... Goodbye."
A black shadow disappeared in the crowd. Ye Fan did not chase it. He stared at the long sword standing in front of him, wondering what he was thinking about.
After a while, he pulled out the sword and placed it in the middle layer of his windbreaker... He took one last look at the direction where the black shadow left, then turned and walked towards the Taohuawu community where Zhou Ping was located.
…
The dark shadow swept across the long night, pointing straight in the direction.
He was like a meteor hidden in the dark night, crossing countless distances, and finally passed away in a flash over a bustling city before dawn.
A flash of fish belly white rises from the horizon, illuminating a corner of the grand and luxurious walkway. This is the highest point in the city. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can have a panoramic view of all living things...
On the marble floor as smooth as a mirror, the dark shadow gradually outlines a human shape. He holds a cane in one hand and wears a black felt hat, like an elegant gentleman walking in the dark night.
In the dimness, the scarlet vertical pupils looked like gems.
After a moment, a thick and majestic mahogany door appeared in front of him. Behind the door seemed to be a bedroom. The entire floor was dead silent, except for the faint sound of snoring from behind the door.
He put down his cane, knelt down respectfully in front of the door, and spoke softly:
"The message you asked me to pass on is here."
Those ruby-like vertical pupils clearly reflected the scene behind the door. On the comfortable and soft bed, a little fat man was sleeping soundly, and in the void above him, there was a blurry figure. Gradually outlined.
Vaguely, you can see that the figure seems to be wearing a Taoist robe. His lips are opening and closing as if he is saying something.
Immediately afterwards, a letter floated out of nothingness, passed through the portal, and landed in front of the black shadow.
"I see."
The black shadow nodded, put one hand on his chest, and said respectfully, "I will obey your will..."
He picked up the letter, stood up, bowed to the mahogany door again, then turned and walked towards the end of the corridor.
The dim light of dawn filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, like a sword, dividing the light and darkness in the corridor. The black figure walked silently in the shadows, gently pulling down the brim of the felt hat to cover the scarlet vertical pupil.
"Cangnan City, commemorating..."