"Brother Jiang, I really tried my best this month, and there are still a few customers who think the house type is not good and the price is too expensive, so I really can't negotiate."
Xiaoping shook his cheap suit, showing a smile uglier than crying.
"I know that the performance appraisal is being tightened up, Brother Jiang, please help me, I still have two young ones to raise at home."
The man turned his back to him, leaning against the street lamp and smoking a cigarette without saying a word.
The smoke is cheap Hongtashan, scattered on the ground with a random flick, like scorched snow.
He held his breath for a few seconds, then took out a stack of red bills with curled corners, and reached out to stuff the man's old coat that he had worn for more than ten years.
"take away."
The two salesmen next to them showed panicked eyes and begged in a low voice: "Brother Jiang—"
"Another two months." The man pressed out the cigarette butt on the lamppost, and said in a low and deep voice, "I will show you the performance of the last deal, there will be no next time."
The flat head nodded again and again as if waking up from a dream, still holding the stack of old notes in his hand, neither taking it away nor accepting it.
The person next to him quickly winked and said: "Why are you still standing there, Brother Jiang is righteous, let's invite you to dinner!"
Before Jiang Wang could speak, the sound of tearing brakes suddenly broke out not far away.
He instinctively kicked away the subordinates beside him, and the next second his throat was so sweet that his body rose into the air, and was directly hit by the out-of-control truck into mid-air.
"Jiang Wang!!!"
"Brother Jiang!!!"
The world is shaking upside down.
He lost his center of gravity, and he fell in the reflection of skyscrapers and dilapidated houses.
It fell into the lake with a plop, and everything fell into darkness.
Jiang Wang looked at the hazy and gloomy sky, his pupils gradually lost focus.
The police didn't even have to inform anyone of the death, which was fine.
It's a shame about the coat.
The lake water poured into the lungs with rotten moisture, choking people so much that they wanted to vomit.
Jiang Wang sank for about ten seconds and decided to flip out by himself.
He is average in water but has a flexible body. He closed his eyes and endured the smell of blood in his throat to swim to a higher place, thinking that he might be late for the afternoon order.
The chaotic sound is like a train passing through a tunnel, and the fragments of light hover above the water.
Jiang Wang opened his eyes and looked up, stretched out his hand to brush away the water plants and kicked hard.
He emerged on the surface of the water, dripping wet, surrounded by silence.
Something is wrong.
This is not a provincial capital.
Jiang Wang took a deep breath and swam to the shore.
He was hit so hard that his collar was soaked in blood, his chin was scratched and half of his palm was cut open, and his leather shoes and socks were filled with water.
The park lake has turned into a small river, and the city is so flat that the horizon can be seen at a glance. At this moment, flocks of birds are flying across the clear sky.
Jiang Wang hadn't seen a flock of birds for many years, so he propped himself up to walk up the embankment, and found that something was wrong.
There was a crossroad two hundred meters away, and beside it stood a newly built newsstand, and the smell of paint rushed straight to the nostrils.
He stumbled over, ignored the strange eyes of passers-by, picked up the local newspaper, and found the date among the flip phones and health care product advertisements.
"Hold."
It is now June 10, 2006.
He has returned to City A.
Outdated models and old streets are like a nostalgic setting in a period film, and a local dog opened his legs and peed next to his suit pants while he was stunned.
Jiang Wang turned around and walked back to the river without saying a word, and went in with a stuffy head.
It was still in 2006 when it came up again, but there were a few more pointing children on the shore.
Ginger's face stinks when soaked in water.
"mom-"
"Go back to eat! Don't look crazy!"
Small town women in calico dresses drove their children back, and the sky gradually darkened.
The man swam back to the shore silently, wrung out his clothes and walked deeper into the street.
Jiang Wang is very familiar with this place.
Closed and remote, it was the latest small city on the fifth and sixth tiers to get through the high-speed rail, and it was also the ghostly place he left in a hurry when he was a teenager.
The only thing to confirm is…
If it is 2006 now, then do I still exist 20 years ago
The town is not big, and you can walk to familiar places in ten minutes.
Someone in the mahjong parlor was talking and laughing loudly, and the sound of shuffling the cards was like a lottery.
A light bulb was hung in the open-air stall to sell stewed chicken and duck. The hawker grabbed a lot of noodles and threw them into the pot to fry after touching the money. Sweat dripped down his neck.
Everything is exactly the same as my childhood memory.
The man was usually moody and angry, but at this moment he kept his voice silent, walking deeper into the narrow street as if recalling his memory.
The company team building sometimes organizes watching movies, and he knows some things.
The same person in different timelines cannot see each other, otherwise antimatter will be triggered and lead to annihilation.
He's just on the verge of completely forgetting something.
An aunt chatted with her neighbors while carrying scallions and pork, and when she talked about it, she shook her hand and sighed.
"It's really a business."
Jiang Wang walked through them and turned into the shanty town, when he suddenly heard the cry of a child.
He caught his breath.
First, there was a wine bottle rolling and falling down, and then there was the sound of a belt breaking through the air.
"Stop hitting, Dad—please, Dad!!!"
The child almost screamed and wailed, his voice piercing the night like an abused kitten.
Jiang Wang's blood froze at this second, and the idea of leaving at a glance was aroused by more impulses.
No, that was me, I couldn't—
The drunkard overturned the table and smashed it all over the floor, cursing and kicking.
The next second, the plastic-printed curtain was jerked open, and a little boy clutched his arms and nearly rolled to the ground. He staggered and rushed out before he could stand still. His face was covered in crying marks and his eyes were red.
Then he opened his eyes wide and saw Jiang Wang standing at the corner.
The drunken alcoholic yelled and opened the door to come out to catch him. The child was panicked and scared, not knowing where to hide.
Jiang Wang took a deep breath for a second, picked up the kid and ran away.
No matter what the law of time and space is, the world will be destroyed, just run away.
The child was caught in the armpit and spoke in wavy lines: "You, you, you, who are you!!"
Jiang Wang's arm strength is astonishing and his explosive power is also strong. Now he can run 800 meters with a heavy load without panting at all with his physique trained in the army for five years.
He completely forgot that the drunkard couldn't chase very far, as if he had to escape until his last breath was exhausted before he dared to stop.
At the beginning, the child squeaked and kicked his legs wildly, but then he became silent like a rabbit being caught in the back of the neck.
The two stood in a strange corner that they didn't know where they were.
After the boy was put down, he didn't dare to scream or run. He even covered his mouth consciously and looked at the stranger under the dim light.
There are scars at the end of the eyes, a broken eyebrow, blood on the clothes, wearing the clothes of the gangsters in Hong Kong movies.
— Definitely not a nice guy.
Jiang Wang leaned on the wall with one hand and was still breathing evenly, completely unaware that he was categorized as illegal.
The child held back and did not dare to speak.
Jiang Wang glanced at him, reached into his glove pocket, and took out four bills and a few coins from his waterproof wallet.
Twenty years later, banknotes are no longer used. I used to carry them for property security and to facilitate showing customers.
Seeing him counting the money, the child became even more nervous, shrinking his neck like an ostrich.
It's over, it's probably going to sell me.
"hungry."
The child took a deep breath for several seconds, then looked up at him tremblingly.
Standing 1.9 meters tall, it looks scary against the light.
"Uncle... Hello Uncle, my name is Peng Xingwang."
Grass, don't mention this ghost name.
Jiang Wang's murderous aura grew even stronger, he frowned and said, "I'm asking you what you want to eat."
The kid Peng Xingwang was already trembling, but now he held on and said, "Uncle, I can pick up bottles and do arithmetic, please don't sell me to a coal mine, okay?"
Jiang Wang gritted his teeth, and walked forward holding his collar.
"Stay with me in the guest house tonight."
He randomly found a barbecue stand, ordered two cans of beer and a plate of fried noodles, and after thinking about it, he ordered a bowl of egg porridge for the child.
Peng Xingwang hadn't eaten anything decent for three days, and he didn't even bother to run while holding hot porridge, and his mouth was full of Xilihulu.
Jiang Wang drank two cans of beer with a sullen face, feeling as smelly and damp as his clothes.
The kid on the other side of the table was wearing fat old clothes with a pink cartoon pig printed on it. It seemed that the neighbor's aunt couldn't stand it and gave him the rest of her daughter's clothes.
Peng Xingwang salivated when he smelled the smell of cumin mutton skewers. He wanted to eat but didn't dare to touch it, only dared to look at it quietly.
Jiang Wang's eyes were poisonous, and he felt even more angry when he saw this scene.
"Eat when you're hungry."
"Don't eat, don't eat." The child shook his head: "I'm full."
Jiang Wang pushed the plate over with a straight face.
"Eat or not?"
Peng Xingwang held back his tears and gnawed on the mutton skewers, and was scared when he was scared.
Jiang Wang, who was given the nickname 89 Sniper Soul Chaser by members of the army, practiced cross-country before retiring and dared to kill wild wolves.
At present, it is very popular to see the slugs from 20 years ago.
Peng Xingwang ate the skewers and scooped up the bottom of the porridge with a small spoon. Seeing the remaining half bowl of fried noodles on the opposite side with a pity expression, he followed the strange man obediently and continued walking without daring to resist.
His mother has already left, and his father probably has already fallen into a muddy bed by now, and not many people know that he was sold.
"uncle."
"Don't call me uncle."
Peng Xingwang nodded aggrieved, and whispered, "Thank you uncle."
"...Call me big brother."
Someone's underworld identity was completely confirmed by the children.
It was getting late, and the shops selling clothes on the street had long been closed. Jiang Wang took him back, halfway to the pharmacy to buy some alcohol gauze and cotton swabs.
The clerk at the guest house saw that his ID card looked fresh, and thought he might not be from the city.
As soon as Peng Xingwang came back to this kind of place, he felt a little sad when he thought that he would have to go into the kiln to dig coal tomorrow, biting his lip and looking troubled.
Jiang Wang didn't wait for this person to see the registration date of the ID card, and urged with a cold face: "Can't you still open it?"
"It's on, it's on." The clerk hurriedly returned it, and asked him to register his name and phone number, and took the key to lead the two of them up to open the room.
Before closing the door, Jiang Wang glanced at him: "Give me a cigarette."
The man carefully took out two and gave them to him.
"fire."
The guy felt aggrieved, but he didn't dare to offend such a person whose background was hard to tell. After thinking about it, he handed over the newly bought lighter.
Jiang Wang went to the toilet to wash his hair and face briefly, took off his dirty clothes, soaked them in water and dried them on the balcony, put on a cigarette in his big underpants, and put gauze on his scratched hands with a blank expression.
The kid watched quietly for a while, then handed a cotton swab to the mafia brother who had just finished shopping.
Still have a brain.
Jiang Wang praised his body in his heart, and motioned him to lift up his clothes: "I'll help you apply the medicine."
The child turned his head away and lifted the clothes, revealing all the bruised and purple scars.
It was pulled on a wooden board with nails before, and several scratches have rotted away.
Jiang Wang's eyes became colder, and he treated his wound without saying a word.
The child suddenly burst into sobbing and crying.
Jiang Wang paused: "Did it hurt you?"
"Uncle...Brother," Peng Xingwang said with tears in his eyes, "You are a good person, if you don't sell me, I will succeed."