As the sun set, Lingqing rode a small electric donkey on his way home. He had walked the road more than a thousand times twice a day, and he was already familiar with it.
Whenever he got off work, Lingqing felt like he was in a trance. When he came back to his senses, the rented house was already close at hand.
During this period, he could no longer remember anything in his mind. It was as if he had traveled through the timeline, and the experiences of this period had disappeared from his mind.
Huh~
Lingqing twisted the handlebar, and the little e-donkey turned a corner nimbly and slid from the main road onto a trail.
Walking forward for a while, you can see jagged buildings on the small road, which are different from the novel and fashionable buildings on both sides of the main road.
There are protruding platforms and windows everywhere on the twisted path, and there are ropes and wires tangled in the middle.
"General!"
On the side of the road, a group of old men wearing white sweatshirts and waving cattail fans were standing in a circle, looking at the chessboard in the middle with relish.
"Hurry up and do your homework for me."
The mother, who was wearing floral pajamas, twisted her child's ears and pushed her home, completely ignoring the child's screams as if they were killing pigs.
All these various aspects of life are like a road that has been traveled back and forth thousands of times, and has been seen thousands of times.
"Squeak~"
Squeezing the brakes, Lingqing Qingqing parked the small electric donkey in a dim aisle, took out the charger from under the seat and plugged it in.
Amidst the hum of the motor, I took a takeaway from the eDonkey and walked inside with a hand in my hand.
Along the stairs deep in the corridor, I climbed up to the second floor easily in the dark, and opened the only wooden door on the small platform in the golden-red sunlight.
"Bang~"
He threw himself heavily onto a single bed, and casually pulled the quilt next to him over his body.
After a while, when the afterglow of the setting sun disappeared from the window, he reached into his pocket and took out an emerald green acorn.
He picked this thing up when he was off work. When he just came out of the company door, this fruit fell from the sky and hit him on the head.
He looked up and saw that there were no fruit-bearing trees planted in front of the company, and there was only an endless viaduct above his head.
It was the rush hour after get off work, and the top was blocked with water. Someone might have dropped it by mistake.
After watching for a while, he found that no one looked down, so Lingqing had to give up.
He originally wanted to throw it away, but he looked at it and found that it was quite beautiful, and he had never seen a real acorn except in videos and pictures.
With this thought in mind, I casually put it into my pocket.
Now when I take it out and take a look, the emerald green fruit is covered with a layer of gleaming light, crystal clear, as if carved from jade.
But he was sure it wasn't, because it did feel wooden when he pinched it, and the weight wasn't right.
I took out my phone and searched online, and found that most of them are brownish-red after ripening, and occasionally some are green, and the color is not as beautiful as the one on my hand.
Lingqing studied it for a long time and found that in addition to being beautiful, this acorn was also very strong.
He had just checked on his mobile phone at the same time and confirmed that acorns were also edible like chestnuts.
But he tried his best but couldn't open it. He pinched it with pliers and it was slightly deformed, but he regained his strength when he loosened it.
After wiping it with my hand, it wiped away the pinch marks and it was smooth as new without any traces at all.
It wasn't until my stomach growled that I remembered to study it. I haven't eaten yet.
It was already dark at this time. I touched a piece of thread at the head of the bed, stretched out my hand and pulled it, and the blazing white light from the top of my head fell down, illuminating the room.
He casually placed the acorn next to the pillow, pulled over the small table with takeaways, picked up a cup and poured some water into it.
I ate the already cold takeaway in a daze with the half-warm boiled water, and threw the garbage into the trash can next to me.
He washed himself up in the sink in the corner, turned over and sat on the bed, turned on the computer next to him, and scrolled through web videos out of boredom.
Recently, many Chinese martial arts videos have appeared on the Internet. Most of them are young people. They post the videos on various platforms and attract the attention of many people.
The same goes for him.
He never thought that after so many years of decline in martial arts films, there would still be so many people of the same age silently practicing martial arts.
He opened a video at random and followed the scene as it unfolded.
In a bamboo forest, two young men about the same age as him stood facing each other with solemn expressions, dressed in smart clothes.
One person is holding a long spear, and the other is holding a long sword in his arms.
As the music played, the two started fighting without saying a word, swords and guns going back and forth, and cold light flashed.
Sometimes he jumps up and dodges the point of the spear in a thrilling manner, and then drives the opponent back with a backhand sword. Sometimes the sword is like a swimming dragon, bringing up falling leaves and stabbing out with the sword, and the opponent shakes out blossoms of spears. open.
"哚~" "哚~" "哚~"
The blade of the sword passed by, and the green bamboo as thick as a bowl broke cleanly and neatly, with a crisp sound and the broken edge was as smooth as a mirror.
"Boom~" "Boom~" "Boom~"
Every time the tip of the spear pierces into the green bamboo, it explodes like a firecracker in a flash, spreading out from root to top like fireworks.
The two figures jumped high and low, up and down. Their feet could bear a little strength, but walking on them felt like flat ground.
The barrage was filled with comments such as "f*ck", "handsome", "do it again a hundred million times".
"Qiang~"
In a soft groan of metal, the sword tip and the gunlight collided together, and a stream of air burst out from the middle, blowing away the fallen leaves on the ground, revealing a slightly moist ground.
As the camera circled around the two people, the picture slowly darkened.
This two-minute or so beautiful video with a big scene like a beautiful martial arts movie ended with a "wtf" that covered the screen.
He clicked three times in succession, and then continued to click on the next video.
Unknowingly, this noisy urban village fell into silence.
"Wow wow wow~"
A burst of baby's cry woke up Lingqing, who was immersed in the video. He looked at the time and found that it was already past one o'clock.
He closed the computer and fell asleep comfortably amid the gentle yet anxious soothing voice of the new mother, the sleepy murmur of the new father, and the cry of the baby.
The thin walls couldn't block the baby's high-pitched cries, but he had lived here for so long that he had long been used to it.
The same was true for the surrounding residents, and no one said anything about it.
Dimly, Lingqing felt that the baby's cries gradually weakened, and then the surroundings fell into silence.
In addition to the meowing of cats from time to time, I don’t know when or whose house the next noise will be heard.
But this has nothing to do with the sleeping Lingqing.
The cold moonlight shone on the ground, and the emerald green acorn that Ling Qing had forgotten beside his pillow shrouded him in a gleaming green light.
