Yang Wenshou was pacing back and forth outside the corridor of the hospital, feeling anxious, expectant and nervous, because his wife was giving birth in the delivery room at the moment.
When the room bell rang, his heart was in his throat. The news that was about to greet him would depend on whether it was a surprise or a sadness.
"Sir, mother and child are safe," a nurse in a white dress came out of the ward and said in a tired yet excited tone, "It's a baby boy."
Although it was said earlier that the mother and child were safe, and it was known that it was a baby boy, and the additional explanation later was a bit repetitive, Yang Wenshou, who was very happy, did not care too much about this at the moment.
Yang Wenshou soon arrived in the delivery room and saw his wife and his newly born son next to him. Looking at this tender baby, Yang Wenshou's heart almost melted.
After a while, the three of them left the hospital and went from the elevator to the underground parking lot. As an elite, Yang Wenshou took his wife and children into his BMW and drove home.
The car was driving on the empty streets. The city seemed sparsely populated. It took a long time to see a few cars and a few passers-by.
But almost without exception, they all looked at the Yang Wenshou family riding in the luxury car with surprise and a little envy.
When he was very close to home, Yang Wenshou began to slow down his driving speed. He cherished his newborn son very much and was even afraid that braking suddenly would disturb the baby.
However, Yang Wenshou only considered the condition of the vehicle, but did not consider the possibility of special circumstances. Therefore, when he was about to pass a fork in the road, black shadows suddenly rushed out and fell on the front of Yang Wenshou's car.
The black shadow hit the front of Yang Wenshou's car, causing a muffled sound throughout the car. His son, who had just fallen asleep, was frightened and cried because of the sudden impact.
However, because the vehicle itself was not very fast and Yang Wenshou stepped on the brakes in time, the black figure on the opposite side was not harmed.
At this time, Yang Wenshou also saw the appearance of the black figure clearly. He saw a man with unkempt hair and ragged clothes. He suddenly felt that he had encountered someone.
Extremely dissatisfied, Yang Wenshou violently smashed the speaker, stuck his head out of the car window and shouted: "Get away from me! There is a surveillance camera installed in my car!"
But the homeless man didn't care at all about Yang Wenshou's rude attitude. Instead, he said anxiously: "Sir, don't leave. Listen to me. This is very important to you."
What answered him was a rapid blast of horns, because Yang Wenshou would not waste any time listening to a homeless man's chatter: "Go away or not? If not, I'll call the police!"
But the homeless man continued in front of his car and said with a longing look: "Sir, it's really important, about this world."
Before the homeless man finished speaking, Yang Wenshou started the car without hesitation, and the buzzing sound of the engine forced the homeless man to take a few steps back.
Unexpectedly, the initial speed of a car that had just started was not very fast, so the homeless man trotted next to it. Regardless of Yang Wenshou's attitude, he said what he wanted to say at a very fast speed:
"This is not our world! How can there be such a car in our world! Running on the ground with wheels? This kind of product was eliminated half a century ago!"
While the homeless man was talking, he was still banging on the car door hard, making a dull sound, with an expression of excitement and a bit of panic on his face.
These words were like lightning piercing the sky, and Yang Wenshou suddenly had an idea. But out of some inexplicable fear, Yang Wenshou began to vehemently reject this terrible conjecture:
"Nonsense! You, a poor guy, can't afford to drive a BMW, so why are you running on wheels? I'm afraid you don't even have a bicycle!"
Nervous and frightened, Yang Wenshou stepped on the accelerator harder and harder, and the car began to accelerate away, leaving the homeless man behind.
"We are in the 22nd century, but where are our CR bracelets? Where did the CR bracelets go? Today is clearly 2104, so why does everything look the same as in 2004!"
At this time, the homeless man's body was getting farther and farther away, and his nonsense words were getting smaller and smaller, but the impact on Yang Wenshou's heart was getting bigger and bigger.
He also seemed to remember that every time his cell phone rang, he always subconsciously looked at his watch first instead of the trouser pocket where the cell phone was placed, as if there should be something there...
"What's wrong?" At this time, his wife's face was full of uneasiness, and Yang Wenshou gently held her cold wrist to express that nothing was wrong.
It's just the gibberish of a homeless man, why should you take it to heart? Yang Wenshou, who was thinking this, couldn't help but speed up the car.
The elites lived a fulfilling life, and with the company of his wife and children, Yang Wenshou soon forgot about what happened a few days ago.
At this time, he was attending a dinner party with colleagues. Even he, the host, had arrived, but there was still one person who had not arrived. Yang Wenshou couldn't help but frown: "Why hasn't Xiao Wang come yet? So many people are waiting for him. .”
A tall and thin man sitting not far from me was quite flattering to Yang Wenshou, so he followed his own words and made a joke that he thought was funny:
"Hey, that guy Xiao Wang is always so unhappy when doing things. Is this the price of high IQ? I'll give Manager Yang a call to urge him."
However, before Lao Gao took out his phone, Yang Wenshou rang first. When he heard the ringing, he subconsciously tried to tap his wrist, but he only touched his cold brand-name watch.
Only then did Yang Wenshou realize that when someone sent a contact request, it was useless to touch his watch. He should use his mobile phone instead.
It’s strange. Isn’t it normal to answer someone’s contact request by phone? Why do I always subconsciously think that I should pick it up with a bracelet?
When this doubt flashed through his mind, Yang Wenshou was not slow at all. He picked up the phone and answered the call: "Hello? Xiao Wang, what's the matter? Your wife is pregnant too, congratulations."
After putting down the phone, he said to his colleagues: "Xiao Wang can't come to the party this time. His wife is pregnant and is expected to give birth in a few days."
Yang Wenshou still had something to say. This Xiao Wang really didn't know how to behave. It was only after his wife reminded him that he realized that he had to inform his colleagues who were waiting to go to the dinner party.
However, it is precisely because Xiao Wang has such a character that he is more suitable to be a supervisor in terms of ability, but under his own little tricks, he is still his subordinate today.
At this time, Lao Gao flattered her again: "Speaking of pregnancy, my sister-in-law seems to be the first to give birth in the city. Congratulations to Manager Yang."
"No way," Yang Wenshou laughed loudly, "My wife is very fond of his baby. She has been staying by that boy's side every day these past few days."
Work is going well, my wife is gentle and kind, and I recently had a son. Isn’t this what life is all about? Yang Wenshou, who was drunk after the theater, still had such vague thoughts when he went home.
