"Thank you, thank you, thank you all this time," the chemistry teacher kept thanking you under the bridge. At the same time, as agreed, he took a wad of money from the brown paper bag and handed it to Zhang Heng, and said with anticipation, "Next Can I still contact you for this transaction?”
Zhang Heng looked at the little boy in the back row.
The latter thought for a while and gave a series of phone numbers, "Call first. No matter whether anyone answers or not, hang up immediately. Call again after half an hour. Don't say unnecessary words or reveal your identity. The meeting place will remain here, so just tell us the time."
"Okay, okay," the chemistry teacher said repeatedly, stuffing the brown paper bag into the innermost part of his jacket.
"I wish you a long way to go." Zhang Heng said, starting the car.
The figure of the chemistry teacher continued to fade away in the rearview mirror until it was completely submerged in darkness.
"I'm lucky, I made 4,000 euros in one night." Zhang Heng said, taking out 10 200 face value cards from the pile of money and giving them to the little boy.
The latter frowned, "You don't owe me that much money."
"This is not the money I owe you, it's the share I'll give you for this job."
"I don't want it. It's all your fault. I didn't even get out of the car." The little boy said.
"The knowledge you gave me along the way on how to use modern information systems for tracking is worth so much money."
"But I kind of regret it now."
"Why?"
"Because you don't look like a good person. Why are you so skilled in dealing with those Albanians? Don't you have any fear in your heart? How did you knock down four people by yourself? Where did that gun come from? How do you know that if you threaten them with Jonathan, they will let us go? Have you done something similar before? Is your identification really lost, or is it because you are wanted?"
"It seems that you have a lot of questions about me. What will you do if I can't give you a satisfactory explanation? Call the police, or just drive me away."
The little boy snorted, "Should I drive you away so that you can join those Albanians and become a real criminal? Don't even think about it. I will keep an eye on you."
"Yes." Zhang Heng took out another thousand euros from the two thousand euros, "This month's rent and arrears."
The little boy finally took the money this time, and did not forget to add, "There is also food expenses, which will be settled with you at the end of the month."
"OK."
Zhang Heng went to the parking lot to return the car, and then took the bus back to his residence with the little boy. It started to rain on the way, and the two people who didn't bring umbrellas were completely chilled. It was almost 12 o'clock when they got home.
The two of them took a shower first and changed into clean clothes, but they didn't feel sleepy anymore. The little boy simply boiled a pot of black tea and asked Zhang Heng, "Do you want a cup?"
"How much?"
"Do I look like such a stingy person?"
"I don't know, are you?"
The little boy rolled his eyes and put the brewed black tea into Zhang Heng's hand.
"I'm sorry, I haven't been with you for too long before, and I haven't had time to get to know you."
When the tea in the cup cooled down a bit, Zhang Heng took a small sip. The taste was very ordinary, and the sweetness after the bitterness was not obvious. It should be just a popular product bought in the supermarket.
The little boy poured himself a cup, then took a cushion and placed it under the window, took off his slippers, sat down cross-legged, stroked the little crocodile with one hand, picked up the tea cup with the other, took a sip of the steaming black tea, and made a sound A sigh of contentment.
The raindrops hit the glass, making a pleasant ticking sound and winding into small water lines. For a long time, the two of them did not speak, just drinking the black tea in their hands.
Until Zhang Heng broke the silence, "You advised Jonathan to give up and accept the reality. Why don't you accept the reality yourself?"
"Um?"
"As you said, you are fighting an unwinnable war. In this case, why do you continue to fight?"
"Why should I answer your question?" The little boy squinted, then moved his buttocks, changed his sitting position, spread his legs and stretched them twice without caring about his appearance.
"Anyway, idle is idle."
"Ha, don't try to take any advice from me. 01 is trained in this area. I got an A+. Why don't you tell me first why you are a spy for Black Nest."
"Because... they look more like winners?"
"Yeah, if you only work for winners, you can never lose. This is the logic of smart people," the little boy sneered, "But do you know what the problem with smart people is? Sometimes they are too smart. ...Forget it, let’s not talk about me, let’s talk about you. You can try to continue making up your story about the parallel universe. I have almost forgotten what the world was like twelve years ago. Come on. , see how many memories you can evoke for me."
"Well, actually it's not that much different. You know, people still care about their own things. Compared to the political, economic and messy big news, everyone always cares more about their wallets, and they will spend more time online. Speak for the weak and cry out for justice, but that’s all... On the contrary, you have changed a lot after twelve years."
"Really, where have I changed?"
"At that time, you really looked like your ID. You looked like a tomboy. Your whole person was like a taut bow. You were always trying to prove something. I can't imagine you in daily life. What is it like."
"Humph." The little boy drank the red tea again.
"But I'm glad that your heart hasn't changed much. You could have done otherwise and hid kindness and justice under that cold exterior."
"Do you know that even if you say so, I won't charge you less rent." The little boy said with a straight face.
"You invited me to drink black tea, so I have to do something."
"Well, it's not up to standard. Your lies are full of loopholes. I can't bear to see you perform any more." The little boy paused, put the empty tea cup on the windowsill, and picked up the little crocodile on his knees.
"It doesn't matter if I tell you... When you are a child, you will always have a lot of ideals. When you are a teenager, you will feel that you are the master of this world. When you see something wrong, you will want to change it and put everything in the wrong place. Rearrange the building blocks and clean the dust on the table. At that time, you really wanted to make the world a better place, but when you get older, you will find that the world is not like this, and people do not care about right or wrong. .
"The only thing that matters in the adult world is profit. You see injustice and wrong things that need to be corrected, but everyone remains silent. No one resists. Everyone tells themselves that the world is like this. I I should abide by the rules and endure the injustice, because the cost of changing it is too high. I can't do it alone, and my voice is too small... So the world sometimes seems like a magical drama. Black comedy.
"What I mean is that I understand the operating rules of this world, and I understand that everything is about interests, but this does not mean that right and wrong do not exist outside of interests. What is right is right, and what is wrong is Wrong, this is not a dialectical relationship on a philosophical level. I think Black Nest did something wrong. They may be the final winner. OK, I admit this, but unfortunately victory does not represent justice, and since Knowing that they have done wrong, I will continue to fight, and 01 will continue to fight, even if no one wants to stand by our side." The little boy said seriously.
