Chen Yang went to bed early and woke up early. He started browsing his phone in bed before dawn. He thought of the Weibo account he applied for the day before yesterday, logged in and saw that the post about his trip to Xiaoyin Island was still there.
But no one cares.
Chen Yang suspected that his account had been blocked, so he tried to repost a comment from a food blogger and it worked fine.
"Chao Jian." Chen Yang called to the young man beside him and pushed his arm, "Wake up."
The boy made a sound of dissatisfaction at being woken up, and grabbed the quilt with his slender hands to cover his head.
This wasn't the first time this guy had acted childishly, so Chen Yang wasn't surprised. He leaned over and asked through the quilt, "Do you have a Weibo account?"
There was no movement under the quilt.
Chen Yang tugged at the quilt, and an impatient, hoarse voice came from inside: "No, I want to sleep, don't disturb me."
There was no other way, so Chen Yang tried to find the answer in another way. He copied a clip of his trip to Xiaoyin Island and randomly pasted it to a post by a netizen, but it disappeared when he refreshed the page.
Afterwards, Chen Yang left messages everywhere: I have novels on Weibo, in the style of fairy tales.
After casting a wide net, they caught a few fish, and they all left messages under Chen Yangfa's Sanlian Bridge sign.
--Where is it
--To cheat people at this time, is it a decline of morality or a distortion of human nature
--Fellow countryman, do you blame the Shu people
--It was such a perfunctory advertisement, but I actually clicked on it. Staying up all night really can turn people into idiots. I won’t say more. I... will continue to be an idiot. I am an idiot and I am happy.
The trip to Xiaoyin Island was pinned by Chen Yang and was very conspicuous. His guess was correct, ordinary people could not see those.
The rules of the task world extend to the real world, and taskers are not allowed to disclose task-related information on public platforms.
Chen Yang put down his phone. Did this mean he had fulfilled his promise to A Wu
“Oh… Oh…” The alarm rang, it was exactly six o’clock.
Chen Yang quickly turned it off, put on his clothes, got out of bed, and went for a run without washing his face.
The sky was dimly lit, and there were scattered figures in the alley, with faces that looked more or less sleepy.
Chen Yang greeted everyone he passed by. He breathed in the scent of lime walls and moss as he ran towards the bungalow. He was caught off guard by Wu Yu who was coming from the direction of the woods behind him.
Wu Yu was wearing a dark purple sports suit, with earphones in his ears. There was sweat on his face and neck. He had been running for a long time.
The dog was still with him.
Wu Yu stopped running and looked at Chen Yang while running in place. The dog also stopped running and looked at Chen Yang.
Chen Yang met four pairs of eyes at once.
Wu Yu exhaled lightly to adjust her breathing, then ran towards Chen Yang and passed by him without saying a word.
So do dogs.
Chen Yang turned around and followed Wu Yu for a while, and then they went to the fitness equipment to rest.
Wu Yu stepped onto the space walker.
Chen Yang grabbed the one next to him and stood on it, his feet swaying on the pedals. He didn't mention that no one answered his phone call yesterday, nor did he ask if she had entered the mission world. He just said, "How long will you stay at home this time?"
"casual."
His partner was the quiet and cold type, and Chen Yang was very used to this kind of conversation atmosphere. He put his hands on the handles, leaned over them, and swung his feet slowly back and forth.
"Uncle Wu said you were busy with work..."
Wu Yu uttered two words: "I quit."
"… "
Chen Yang's eyes moved to the lower left corner, looking past Wu Yu at her dog, who was still looking at him.
Wu Yu seemed unaware of this.
Chen Yang had become numb to this kind of unreasonableness. Anyone would be able to do the same if they encountered it several times a day. He looked at the dog a few more times, but Wu Yu still did not react.
Chen Yang felt a little surprised. When he was watching the dog the day before yesterday, Wu Yu's aura changed. The more he looked at her, the stronger her rejection became, even with a touch of aggressiveness.
After such a short period of time, Wu Yu's attitude changed.
“03.”
When Chen Yang heard Wu Yu suddenly say this set of numbers, he went to look at the dog. It wagged its tail and turned its little head towards him. His face was visible in its amber eyes.
It turns out it’s called 03.
Why is it called this name, Chen Yang thought calmly, there is also 01 and 02
"The water of Honghu Lake, waves are rolling... "
An old man came here with a clear tune, humming as he walked to the waist and back massager, and put the radio on the ground.
"In the morning the boats go out to cast their nets..."
"… "
“Everyone says that heaven is beautiful…”
This patch of morning light has a sense of age.
Chen Yang listened to the song and asked Wu Yu: "Is there a forum where taskers can go in and communicate? The account number is their own name and the password is their ID number."
The pedal under Wu Yu's feet stopped moving. She looked at him as if he were a strange creature: "What are you thinking about?"
Chen Yang stepped down from the pedal: "I'm dreaming."
Wu Yu seemed to be on a whim and pushed the topic forward: "Maybe there is, but we are not qualified to know yet."
Chen Yang narrowed his eyes. His ID number was three digits, so he should be qualified.
Is it only single digits
Chen Yang walked to the horizontal bar, held both sides with his hands, stretched his back, tightened his waist, pulled his body upwards, and did a dozen standard pull-ups in one breath. He slowly relaxed his body that was stretched into a line, bent over and supported his legs to catch his breath.
"You know that all the taskers are from Qingcheng."
Wu Yu was still swinging on the pedals, his expression very calm.
Qingcheng is like a symbol, not a hometown.
This is so similar to Chao Jian’s reaction.
Chen Yang suddenly felt a little cold. Does this city no longer give him a sense of belonging
However, this place has become unfamiliar, and all the people who are related to me in my life are still there.
"Questers are not divided by gender or age. What should we do if Uncle Wu and Aunt Wu also enter the mission world one day?"
The woman on the step did not speak.
Chen Yang thought about this question after seeing Xiangdong at the station. Neighbors, classmates, teachers... they all have the potential to become taskers, or already are.
What will happen when they meet? Can the relationship in the real world stand the test in the mission world
The answer is very cruel.
Friends and family, and oneself, putting these two things in opposition is really...
The sweat on Chen Yang's body was blown by the morning breeze, and the coldness rushed into his open pores, and he shivered.
"Do you know the painter?"
The pedal shook for a while, and Wu Yu came down: "We have cooperated before."
Chen Yang's mouth was a little dry: "I went to the main station to do a task the night before yesterday, and I met the painter there."
Wu Yu squatted down and touched the dog's head: "Don't reveal the mission rules."
Chen Yang didn't ask the reason, and he didn't actually plan to explain it in detail. The real world was not safe, and if he accidentally broke a taboo, he would be wiped out.
Chen Yang and her dog looked at each other and said, "We will meet in the mission world one day."
Wu Yu was indifferent: "The premise is to live until then."
The sun came out, but Chen Yang felt even colder. He pinched the back of his sweaty neck, bent his fingers and twisted them, and talked about how he was marked by a ghost.
"That auntie finally let me go."
Wu Yu stroked the dog, his hand intentionally or unintentionally blocking its sight. Its little head turned to the side, looking in the direction it had been looking in before.
"It was her son who helped you." Wu Yu stood up.
Chen Yang paused in his kicking movement, and seemed to tell Chao Jian that whether he could escape depended on his aunt and son.
"Then her son..."
Chen Yang stopped. He remembered that at the last moment, the mother and son were standing together, and the child was holding his cardboard.
It's good to be able to fold things.
The old man’s radio was playing Kunqu Opera, which was singing in a melodious voice.
Chen Yang's cell phone vibrated to the rhythm, and the man at home got up and asked him where he was.
"The equipment."
Chao Jian sat on the bed, his voice was lazy as if he had just woken up: "You didn't cook breakfast."
The door was open and there was no smell of food outside.
Chen Yang was not feverish. He wanted to go to the shop he often ate at before to buy some soy milk and fried dough sticks: "I'll take them back later."
There was silence on the phone.
Chen Yang walked over to the bench, blew off the leaves on it and sat down: "What do you want to eat?"
Chao Jian said: "Yesterday's."
Chen Yang tasted it and found that yesterday it was millet porridge and egg pancakes. The steps were simple: "Okay, I'll cook it for you when I get back."
There's no hanging on the other end.
Chen Yang asked curiously if there was anything else, and the only answer he got was "beep, beep, beep".
What's wrong, are you grumpy when you wake up? My partner is sometimes dangerous, sometimes easy to please, and sometimes completely incomprehensible. He is young but has a changeable temperament.
Chen Yang's gaze inadvertently stopped on Wu Yu. Thinking of her partner and girlfriend, he suddenly stood up, then felt that his behavior was too extreme and sat back down.
After a long while, Chen Yang finally asked the question that was boiling in his heart: "Wu Yu."
"Your partner is no longer with us. Is there anyone who can replace him with a different name?"
Wu Yu: “No.”
Chen Yang swallowed his saliva. The roles of Li Yue and Ajiu were replaced by other people. There were some changes in the details of their interactions, but their relationship with him remained the same.
It’s the same between doctors and patients, and patients and caregivers.
They were not cleared out because the taskers died, it was some other situation.
"Chen Yang, no matter what strange things happen around you, whether they are related to the mission world or the real world, you must control your curiosity. Usually, between taking the trouble to dig deeper and playing dumb, the latter is the correct choice."
Wu Yu continued to run, and the dog followed him, looking back every few steps.
Chen Yang stood there looking at him, the scene at the Public Security Bureau yesterday appearing in his mind.
That uncle is like that.
Chen Yang ran in another direction and went to buy soy milk and fried dough sticks at around seven o'clock.
The owner of the store recognized Chen Yang and said with a smile that he hadn't seen him for a long time: "How are you?"
"No problem." Chen Yang looked at the fried dough sticks in the pan.
"That's good, that's good." The boss moved the dough stick to its place. "Before you came, the girl from the Wu family bought the dough sticks. She was still the same as always, picking the pretty ones."
Chen Yang was a little surprised. Wu Yu was indifferent to everything here, as if she treated him as a traveler passing by. He didn't expect that she would still retain this little hobby in life.
No matter how different people change, they are still emotional animals.
Chen Yang felt the human smoke on the small street. If the mission had no end, one day only the mission performers would be left in Qingcheng.
Then all the taskers died and the city became an empty one.
The students queuing behind are urging us to move forward.
"Okay, right away." The boss packed up Chen Yang's portion and said, "Xiao Chen, would you like some soy milk?"
Chen Yang took the dough sticks: "Yes."
The boss handed him a cup and whispered, "Next time you come over, bring your jar from home and I'll fill it up for you."
Chen Yang went back after eating and drinking, but the scene that greeted him shocked him.
Chao Jian was sweeping the floor with a single crutch: "What are you looking at? Idiot."
Chen Yang: “…”
He went to the kitchen to cook porridge: "Find something to fill your stomach and don't sweep the floor. I'll do it myself later."
There was no sound behind me.
Chen Yang looked back and saw the man standing with his back to him without saying a word. His silhouette was like the surface of a lake under a cold winter wind.
"I don't treat you as a useless person, I just like working." Bullshit.
Chao Jian's back paused slightly, and he turned around: "What did you say?"
Chen Yang said: "I didn't put you..."
"The latter part."
Chen Yang's Adam's apple rolled: "I like to work."
He sneered in an ambiguous manner at Jian, and went to the balcony with a cane in one hand and a broom in the other.
Chen Yang looked confused.
Their cohabitation life had just begun, and they had only spent two nights and one day together. He had not yet revealed his lazy side that did not like doing housework. How did the person on the balcony know that he was talking nonsense
Chen Yang's first task and second task were separated by just one day. He thought the third one would come soon, but after a week there was no movement.
It was very unbearable to wait for the task, and Chen Yang felt that his hair was becoming thinner.
On the other hand, Chao Jian spends every day on the computer, watching movies and reading books, just like a comfortable young man.
On the thirteenth day, Uncle Chao was about to go out.
Chen Yang had just accepted Sun Wenjun's friend request. When he saw the boy changing his shoes at the door, he immediately ran over and asked, "Where are you going? Going home to get something?"
Chao Jian leaned against the shoe cabinet to tie his shoelaces: "Hospital."
Chen Yang was stunned for a moment, then put away his phone and used his foot to hook out his shoes from behind him: "I'll go with you."
The boy said nothing.
That means he agreed. Chen Yang quickly changed his shoes and said, "Tell me the address and I'll call a taxi."
"Yes." Chao Jian looked at his phone, "The car is here, get off."
Chen Yang was eliminating hospitals all the way, both tertiary and secondary hospitals, public and private. As the car went on the elevated road and drove farther and farther away, he stopped eliminating hospitals, thinking that it was not in Qingcheng.
When he got there, he opened his mouth wide and said to Jane, "The hospital where I went to see Jian for my leg is in Qingcheng, which is...
“Did we go the wrong way?”
Chen looked up at the shabby little clinic and asked, "Does it have a license?"
A skinny tall woman came out of the clinic, with a long pipe between her pale lips: "ni..."
The two sounds stuck to the pipe mouth stopped abruptly. She put her equally skinny hands into her long hair and casually gathered them back, saying casually, "I thought you wouldn't come to my place."
Chao Jian walked in with crutches and Chen Yang followed him. He found that the inside of the clinic was cleaner than it looked from the outside. Although small, it had everything.
There is not a strong smell of disinfectant in the air.
Chen Yang remembered that when Chao Jian got off the taxi that night, he was wearing a hospital gown under his coat, and it was obvious that he was not going back from here.
According to what the woman said, this should be his first time here.
It's just that the two of them are old acquaintances.
The woman pulled aside a curtain and came in. Just as she raised her crutches toward Jane, her arm was grabbed.
Chen Yang held Chao Jian and his eyes fell on his slightly bent left leg.
Originally, Chen Yang guessed that his leg was injured when he returned to China, and thought it was really unlucky.
But if you think about it carefully, you will find that the time is wrong.
Chao Jian said that he returned to China last month, so it’s only been a month at most.
If a bone is broken, you cannot move. You have to lie down carefully and rest for a long time before you can get out of bed. After the fixation device is removed, you cannot do anything else for a while. You need at least one or two months of rehabilitation training.
This person doesn't have that concern, it doesn't seem to be a matter of bones.
The external injuries are even more different, as the medicine has never been changed.
How else could he have been injured? Has he been injured for a long time
Chen Yang was in a daze, looking at Jian silently and not urging him from behind the curtain.
"Okay." Chao Jian raised his arm that was being pulled.
Chen Yang's thoughts returned. He put down his hands and pointed to the curtain: "Can I go inside?"
He lowered his eyes to Jian: "It's up to you."
Chen Yang then followed in.
Opposite the curtain is a flight of cement stairs, with some cardboard boxes piled up at the corner, creating a sense of order in a messy yet orderly manner.
Chen Yang couldn't tell from the outside that the clinic had two floors, but he found a different world once he came in.
The woman was sitting on a wooden chair to the right of the curtain. She had stopped smoking her pipe and was wiping her hands with a wet rag. On the small cabinet next to her was an incense burner with a green face and fangs. Wisps of green smoke floated out of it, rising into the sky in knots and then dispersing in all directions.
Chao Jian sat on the small wooden bed against the wall and poked Chen Yang with his cane: "Come here."
Chen Yang withdrew his gaze from the incense burner, pursed his lips and walked to his side, standing instead of sitting, so that it was convenient to observe from this angle.
The smell of incense is very unpleasant.
After wiping her hands, the woman put the wet rag aside and began to cut her nails with "click" and "click" sounds.
Chen Yang's phone screen lit up; Sun Wenjun was contacting him on WeChat.
A photo of a potted plant.
Chen Yang didn't reply.
Sun Wenjun sent another message: I’m dying.
Chen Yang could see that the potted plant in the photo had drooping branches and a single leaf hanging on it. It was neither upright nor green, and had no vitality at all.
He was a killer of flowers and plants. He didn't know how to take care of them, and he didn't understand what the other party meant.
Sun Wenjun has been like this recently. Before adding WeChat, he just sent text messages.
Have you eaten? Have you read? The weather is nice today, etc.? All of them are meaningless content.
A smell of medicine rushed into Chen Yang's nostrils, and he saw that the woman was holding an open box in her hand, which looked like a rouge box from ancient times.
Chao Jian put his left leg on the edge of the bed.
Chen Yang held his breath. This man didn't even need his help to take a bath, and his injured leg had never been exposed to him.
Chao Jian rolled up his trouser legs under Chen Yang's gaze.
Chen Yang’s eyes widened.
The lines of Chao Jian's legs were young, long and tough, with thin and even muscle texture beneath the sweat hairs, healthy and intact.
The woman put on a pair of gloves made of unknown material, scooped out a large piece of ointment and smeared it on Chao Jian's calf, then began to press and knead it with her ten deft and powerful fingers.
Chen Yang was stunned. This small clinic had medical equipment, medicines, tools for treating injuries, and could even provide massage.
As versatile as the Ninth Rehabilitation Hospital.
besides…
Chen Yang looked at the woman's gloves. She was wearing these things, so what were they doing wiping her hands and cutting her nails before that
“Gloves are expensive, and I don’t want to get them dirty, or get my nails pricked.”
The woman cleared up Chen Yang's confusion.
Chen Yang found that she had a good bone structure and if she lost weight and gained weight she would become a great beauty.
"The most important thing is that people will dislike me if I don't wear it." When the woman spoke, the distance between each word was long. It sounded subtly comfortable and lazy, like an old cat singing in the afternoon.
The smell of medicine and incense intertwined and rushed into Chen Yang's breath. He couldn't help but relax, changing from standing to sitting, without any defense in his sitting position.
Chen Yang leaned close to Chao Jian's ear and said, "Why don't you introduce her to me?"
Chao Jian said nothing.
Chen Yang didn't bother to argue, he changed the question: "Is your leg sprained?"
Chao Jian asked Chen Yang for milk slices.
Chen Yang refused: "Tell me first."
A hand grabbed his coat pocket, and the fingertips slipped in, taking out a few milk slices while he wasn't paying attention.
Chen Yang's face twitched, and he heard the woman say, "Little brother, my hands are covered with medicine, can you help me push my hair behind my ears?"
I don’t know if it was the unexpected name that frightened Chen Yang, or the request that followed, but he didn’t move for a long time.
The woman turned her head, and her long hair brushed across her protruding collarbone and swayed gently onto her shoulders.
Chen Yang couldn't tell at all that this person was younger than him, he moved closer to comb her hair, but before his hand touched her, the crutch came over.
The woman's hair was pushed back by the cane.
When the crutch was removed, it "accidentally" hit her on the ear.
"… "
"I don't want to leave." The woman curled her lips.
Chen Yang was stunned.
"Massage is just to get those lazy muscles moving." The woman glanced at the pipe and said, "Little brother, bring it to me."
Chen Yang handed her the pipe.
The woman leaned her head over and took several deep puffs on the pipe. She closed her eyes with an expression of enjoyment, and the blue veins on her neck bulged as if quenching her thirst.
"As for psychological problems, you can only rely on yourself."
Chen Yang's hands went numb. He turned to look at Chao Jian, who had nothing to say: "Don't you want to leave?"
Chao Jian bit the milk slice, and there was no fluctuation in his dark eyes.
Chen Yang looked at his legs that were pressed, thinking that he was stimulated by something and was afraid to walk with it.
Chao Jian didn't stay long. It seemed that he came here for massage just by chance, and mainly for the incense.
The woman knew this and took out a bag for him.
Chen Yang walked back and found that the small clinic was closed. It seemed that there was only one customer today.
"Can incense help you sleep?"
"It can make people have sweet dreams." Chao Jian said.
Chen Yang's suspicious eyes paused on the bag in his hand. Is there such a thing in the world
When this person lights incense in the room, he can also smell it. See if he can have a sweet dream then.
Chen Yang avoided the wet stone slab in front and led the way for Chao Jian: "She called me brother."
"Twenty."
Chen Yang: “…” She is actually five years younger than him, which is really unexpected.
"Is she your friend, then?"
Chao Jian: “Not really.”
Chen Yang was very surprised. The relationship was just between acquaintances and friends. He did not ask more: "Are we going back now?"
Chao Jian did not reply to Chen Yang until he came out, then he said, "Let's go eat."
"Let's go to a restaurant."
Chen Yang subconsciously looked for KFC or McDonald's.
Chao Jian’s destination was a western restaurant. Chen Yang glanced at the exterior and silently took out his mobile phone to check the balance.
"Follow me."
The young man in front leaned on his crutches and tilted his head: "I have money."
Chen Yang has never had the confidence to say the three words "I have money" in his life. The moment he entered the western restaurant, his belief in finding a job and making money grew rapidly.
That belief fell back to the bottom just as it reached its peak.
The next step after making money is to support the family. He is just like that, and if one person is well fed the whole family will not be hungry, so he really doesn't have much motivation.
Chen Yang, the salted fish, sat at a table in the corner. The menu was the only foreign language he knew, and he recognized it all. He looked at it, turned a page, and looked again.
"I've never eaten Western food, so I don't know which one is good. Can you recommend one to me?"
The waiter thought that the pretty guest was talking to him, and several dishes recommended by him were pushed to his mouth, but he was frightened by the cold gaze of another very good-looking guest, so he swallowed them back in a hurry.
Then the extremely good-looking guest took the menu and started making recommendations.
Waiter: “…” As if he knew something.
Chen Yang was not interested in western food, but it was the first time in his life that he ate it properly, and he was not as unfamiliar with it as he had imagined.
It's very light, and the vegetables are cooked without any oil, so you can enjoy their original flavor.
Chen Yang forked a piece of orange from the platter and ate it. It was so sour that he twisted his face.
Chao Jian cut a piece of grilled fish for him: "Eat it."
Chen Yang didn't like eating fish, maybe because it was troublesome, or maybe because he had a fish bone stuck in his throat when he was a child. He poked the fish meat hesitantly, turned it over and continued poking.
"There are no thorns." He frowned at Jian, looking impatient as if he would throw the food into the trash can if he didn't eat it.
Chen Yang forked up the fish and took a bite. The meat was very soft and fresh, unexpectedly delicious. He asked what kind of fish it was.
“Fish you can’t afford.”
Chen Yang: “…” Okay.
Chao Jian ate very little and finished his lunch in a short while.
Chen Yang said: "The dishes in this restaurant all look good, but the fish is the best."
Chao Jian spoke to him at the same time: "The leg will be fine."
There was a trace of daze on Chen Yang's face. He was unable to move freely due to psychological reasons. This involved privacy, so he didn't want to inquire about it.
Although he really hopes that his partner can run and jump.
But the boy took the initiative to make him a promise.
Chen Yang put down his knife and fork and looked at the boy seriously: "If you need any help, just let me know."
Chao Jian said behind him: "I want to soak my feet every day."
Chen Yang blinked. So what
Chao Jian tapped his cane and said, “I can’t carry the water for washing feet with my cane.
Chen Yang understood and wanted to flip the table: "You are not psychological, the leg itself..."
Chao Jian stared at him expressionlessly.
"… "
Chen Yang still had the fresh taste of fish in his mouth. He ate the remaining piece and said, "Foot washing water, right? I'll bring it to you."
Soaking feet before going to bed is a very comfortable thing. When he was in school, he followed the trend and bought a wooden barrel. He hardly used it and just put it in the bathroom. One day when he wanted to use it, he found it was moldy.
Now someone wants to take a bath, so he might as well take a bath.
Chao Jian started soaking his feet that night.
The bucket was very big, and Chen Yang occupied the other half. He put mugwort leaves in the water and put towels on his and Chao Jian's legs, making it look quite realistic.
Chen Yang was browsing the web in the scent of mugwort when his instep was stepped on. He looked up and asked the person sitting on the stool opposite him, "What happened?"
Chao Jian looked at him for a moment, then lowered his head and flipped through the book.
Chen Yang was puzzled.
"If we enter the mission world now, we won't even have shoes."
Chen Yang suddenly had an idea: "Will someone go in while they are sleeping?"
The only listener didn't respond. Chen Yang's toes touched his and he was kicked onto the bucket.
The water in the bucket shook violently.
Chen Yang wasn't angry, but he was confused. He couldn't help but say, "You can just step on my instep, but if I touch your toes, you act like you want to eat me."
He acted as if he had heard nothing of the letter.
Chen Yang couldn't do anything about this partner. He soaked his feet for a while, wiped them clean and stood up: "Did you know that your flower pot has grown hair?"
"Don't worry about it." The partner spoke up this time.
"I don't want to care about it." Chen Yang said, "I can't water it if it grows hair..."
Thinking of Sun Wenjun's potted plant, he flipped through the WeChat log and clicked on the photo, turning to the boy: "Look at this, it's cold. Based on my experience of killing countless flowers and plants, it's definitely because of too much water and lack of light."
Chao Jian's face showed undisguised disgust: "Ugly."
"It's just a wilted leaf."
Chen Yang followed the boy's line of sight and looked at the phone screen. He pressed a key somehow and the page turned into a chat history.
The boy refers to the portrait of Sun Wenjun.
But Chen Yang said with a clear conscience that Sun Wenjun's portrait was more attractive than his real self. If he posted it on Weibo, he would look like a doctor idol. He is really not ugly at all.
Two days later, Chen Yang and Chao Jian entered the mission world.
Before going in, Chen Yang was peeling a pineapple in the kitchen. He had just filled a large bowl with water and hadn't even put the pineapple cut in half in when he disappeared from the spot.
This time Chen Yang was unable to bring his backpack. The only things he had with him were his ID number, which he kept in his pocket, and milk tablets that he used to fill his stomach after eating.
Chao Jian's family was even poorer than his, with only a pair of crutches as his property.
Chen Yang and Chao Jian were standing by the pond, you looked at me and I didn't look at you.
"There seems to be a sound over there," Chen Yang pointed, "It should be other taskers, let's go over there."
Chao Jian: "I didn't eat the pineapple."
Chen Yang almost tripped over the straw rope: "It's still on the chopping block when we get back."
"Did you bring the medicine?" He looked at the boy's clothes pockets, with tension and worry in his eyes.
Chao Jian didn't answer. Chen Yang pulled his clothes, and he threw the medicine bottle directly over.
So Chen Yang's household possessions had an additional medicine bottle.
Chen Yang followed Chao Jian for a while and saw other taskers on the side of the road.
Including them, there are thirteen people in total.
There are fewer people doing the task this time than the second time, but still more than the first time.
Chen Yang arrived late, and the process of informing the newcomers had already ended. The shouting and crying were almost over.
The thirteen people are nine men and four women.
Chen Yang observed for a while and found that this time the old man’s face showed the sign of old age, making it easy to distinguish him.
There was also a familiar-looking person in the crowd, the beautiful girl who helped KFC out.
The man was a newcomer. His androgynous face was pale, but his eyes were not red, and there was not much despair in them.
The tolerance is above average.
"It's you." The beauty met Chen Yang's gaze, her face full of surprise.
Just as Chen Yang was about to speak, a shout came from the other end of the path.
All the people who were sitting paralyzed on the yellow earth stood up.
Two ox carts came over.
The drivers were all men, wearing cloth shirts, around 30 years old. One was missing an arm, and the other was missing an ear.
"Didn't I tell you to wait on the dam ahead? Why are you stopping here?"
The man with the missing arm said with a dark face: "Everyone get in the car, hurry up, we have a lot of things to do when we get back, it's so annoying."
Everyone got on the bus.
Chen Yang was amazed to see that the newlyweds did not cry or make a fuss. He wondered who had done the ideological work on them and the effect was so good. He would like to ask for advice when he had the chance.
There were two ox carts, one for six people and the other for seven people. Chen Yang and Chao Jian were in the one for seven people.
Chao Jian's crutch and face were the focus, and he closed his eyes as soon as he got in the car.
Chen Yang became the connecting point for those gazes.
The little beauty was opposite Chen Yang, and he introduced himself very friendly: "My name is Chen Xishuang..."
Chen Yang saw that he was at most eighteen years old: "Four words?"
"No, it's Chen Xishuang," Chen Xishuang said shyly, "The latter is not Ying, I'm used to it."
“…” Chen Yang said he didn’t mind.
Four other people also joined in and greeted quietly. They were Wang Xiaobei, Xiang Tiantian, Xiaoxiang, and Xu Dingyi.
The six people in the ox cart at the back were afraid of being abandoned, and they rushed to give their names.
The six are Liu Shun, Zhang Guangrong, Wang Kuanyou, Li Ping, Da Yan, and Qian Qin.
Chen Yang told everyone his name and revealed his partner.
We’ll talk about the rest after we reach the mission location.
The cow refused to move, so the man hit it a few times with the rope, but it still didn't move.
Just won't leave.
"Let's go! Damn it, you don't even want to go home anymore, right? After tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I'm going to eat you!"
The man swung the rope in his hand and cursed: "Go! Hurry up!"
The cow went back slowly with its butt sticking up.
Chen Yang received a message, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.
Task time limit.
The ox cart crossed the small bridge and headed towards "Laoji Village", where Chen Yang and his companions were accommodated in two houses.
The thirteen people were separated, the women in one room and the men in another.
Among the nine men, there were six young men and three middle-aged men. Although everyone had called them by their names before, they were still not familiar with each other.
"This is my second time entering the mission world." Wang Kuanyou pointed at Liu Shun on the left, "This is his third time."
Chen Yang looked at Wang Kuanyou. He was a gentle and scholarly person, with a very scholarly air. His temperament was full of knowledge.
Liu Shun looked silly and felt embarrassed when being looked at by everyone. He showed no signs of having experienced three life and death struggles. This was a perfect example of what it means that fools have good fortune.
Chen Yang felt that he must have some outstanding qualities. Luck was important, and so was strength.
"This is our third time too." Chen Yang grabbed his partner's crutch.
"Xiao Xiang, this is the fourth time."
Wang Kuanyou said: "She is the most experienced among us, so we can follow her first."
Chen Yang recalled Xiao Xiang, a girl with a small bun.
"There are five old people and seven new people. The distribution is OK."
Chen Yang whispered to Chao Jian: "That Chen Xishuang, he helped me at KFC before."
Chao Jian: "Want to return the favor?"
"If you can take care of it, take care of it as much as you can. Do your best."
Chen Yang met Chen Xishuang's fox eyes and smiled, "Brother, if there is no ghost, I will help you. If there is a ghost, then I'm afraid I can't do it."
After a while, the village chief came and asked someone to call the four girls from the next room to come over to Chen Yang and his friends.
With fourteen people together, the room became crowded.
The village chief had a cloth wrapped on his head and a pipe in his dry and black hands. He did not show his majesty, but just squatted on the doorstep facing everyone, puffing on his pipe.
The room was filled with smoke, low-quality tobacco that stung my eyes and made my nose itchy.
Someone sneezed.
The village chief didn't stop clicking, and his eyes never fell on anyone, drifting to who knows where.
Chen Yang looked at the old man's worn-out long pipe and thought of the woman in the small clinic. Her pipe was very valuable and well-maintained.
"Remember everything I asked Lao Zhang to tell you." The village chief spoke, but his words were incoherent.
Everyone looked at each other.
"Don't you remember?" The village chief stood up on the threshold, his old face grim.
Everyone: “…”
Are they going to nod or shake their heads
Chen Yang said, "Village Chief, Lao Zhang didn't tell us anything."
"That old Zhang!" The village chief slammed his pipe against the door, making a loud bang. "I knew he couldn't get anything done. He was idle all day long. For a man like him, it's better to feed him than to feed animals!"
The only sound in the room was the village chief's scolding. After he finished scolding, he took a deep puff of his pipe and said, "Since Lao Zhang didn't explain, I will tell you something."
"Village chief, please tell us. We will all remember it." Chen Yang leaned next to Chao Jian.
"Tomorrow is our annual market day. People from the surrounding villages will come. It will last for three days. It's a big day."
The village chief said: "Our village has arranged 25 stalls this year."
Everyone couldn't help but exchange glances when they heard this. Are they asking us to set up a stall
Not to mention the newcomers, even the old ones were very surprised, as they had never done this task before. But they knew one thing: the more ordinary the task, the more difficult it would be.
Chen Yang looked at Chao Jian and said in a low voice, "You can sit down when you set up a stall."
Chao Jian didn't even raise his eyelids.
"There are only twelve people setting up stalls in the village. You are here to make up the number. Twelve plus thirteen is exactly twenty-five. With you, we will have enough people."
The village chief squatted back on the threshold and looked at the cracked earth wall across the smoke: "The job is not difficult, just selling things."
"The goods are ready. I'll take you there tomorrow morning."
Chen Yang thought that was the end of the matter today, but he didn't expect there was more to come.
The village chief made a strange gesture. He asked Chen Yang and the others to stand in a row.
Everyone do as follows.
"What I just said was just a small matter. What I am going to talk about now is the most important thing." The village chief said shockingly, "It is a very important matter. You all heard it clearly and remembered it clearly."
He singled out three middle-aged men, Liu Shun, Zhang Guangrong, and Li Ping, and asked them to stand aside: "From tomorrow on, you will be called Jiang Da."
Everyone: “…”
The village chief ignored their puzzled looks and called Da Yan and the other four girls to the other side: "Your name is Jiang Miao."
In the end, those who remained were Chen Yang and six others, aged between 18 and 30.
The village chief pointed at everyone from left to right with his pipe in his hand: "You young people are called Jiang people."
Wang Kuanyou said puzzledly: "Village Chief, we all have names, why do we have to..."
"You just need to remember it." The village chief looked at them and said seriously, "For the next three days, whether you are setting up a stall or closing it, you must remember your name."
“Remember that.”