In that unknown parallel world, some extraordinary people live in an extraordinary life.

Cai Gen, sitting at the dining table beside the window, lit a cigarette.

A cigarette, 8 cm, not counting the filter, 5 cm, usually 9 pips.

A box of cigarettes costs 7 yuan, each cigarette costs 35 cents, and a puff costs less than 4 cents.

Every time Cai Gen smokes, he remembers it very clearly because he is very poor.

In the winter in the northeast, the sun is very warm in the morning, and it feels very comfortable to shine on Cai Gen's pale face.

It feels so comfortable that even if I just get up, sleepiness comes again.

The glass door of the restaurant was pushed open and an old man came in.

"Boss, do you want bean bread?"

The old man first asked in the room, and then started looking for people everywhere, but there was no one at the bar?

In the corner by the window, I saw Cai Gen, walked over and asked again.

"Boss, do you want bean bread?"

Cai Gen's sleepiness did not dissipate because of the person coming, so he took a random look at the person.

A black vintage cotton jacket and black vintage cotton pants, you can also see a beautiful patch on the legs of the trouser.

The clothes were very old, but they were washed very clean. They were wearing new pairs of big-headed cotton shoes on their feet, a new white mask on their face, and their ears were red with cold.

He also had a pair of brand new white-line gloves in his hand, holding a series of bean bags to show it to Cai Gen.

"Homemade, pure yellow rice bean bread, 10 pieces for 15 yuan."

Cai Gen stared at the Liandoubao and looked at it. It costs 1 yuan per morning market, which is still bigger than this. The most important thing is to eat sticky food and heartburn.

"don't want."

Seeing that Cai Gen refused very simply, the old man was not embarrassed at all, so he continued to speak skillfully.

"It's really made by my own home, green food."

Cai Gen was not moved by green food and was still very persistent.

"don't want."

The old man felt a little unhappy and turned around and wanted to leave, but he seemed to have thought of something and turned around and smiled tentatively.

"Boss, can I change the bean bags to eat?"

Cai Gen pondered for a moment.

"I'll make it for 15 yuan per serving. I can't exchange it for bean bags."

The old man's eyes showed a very disappointed expression. After waiting for a few seconds, seeing that Cai Gen could not change his mind, he turned around with a stern face, opened the glass door, and went out.

With the sound of the bell on the glass door, Cai Gen lit another cigarette.

Through the glass door, the old man watched the bean bags in the basket hanging behind the bicycle.

He kicked off the ladder, pushed the car, and walked to the next shop, continuing to sell his bean bags.

When Cai Gen smoked the cigarette to his fourth mouthful, he started kowtowing. Then he carefully pinched off the cigarette butt, leaving a larger cigarette fart, and then fell asleep on the table.

I slept until the afternoon, but there was still no business, and no one disturbed Cai Gen's sleep.

After washing my face, I felt a little hungry and almost disappeared. I still had to simmer for one night. It was hard to simmer without cigarettes. I put on a down jacket and went to the supermarket at the door to buy cigarettes and instant noodles.

When I walked to the supermarket, I was about to catch up with the students after school, and the road was filled with cars to pick up students.

I went into the supermarket and bought a box of cigarettes, two packs of instant noodles, one pack now, one pack for lunch, and one pack for lunch at night. I was paying for it, and I heard the sound of sharp brakes coming from outside.

"I'll go, I'm in a car accident."

"What are you doing when you drive so fast?"

"Yes, isn't there a traffic policeman at the school gate? Why don't you care?"

"Don't you, the traffic police, everyone outside in winter is the auxiliary police. Who do you dare to care about?"

Cai Gen listened to the supermarket customers' comments, but did not take it to heart and walked out of the supermarket with the things.

I saw a group of people surrounding a bicycle and a car, and there was a basket behind the bicycle.

Cai Gen knew that basket, which was a bicycle sold by people in the morning, and I hope they are fine.

I only wore a pair of slippers to buy things. It was so cold that I quickly ran back to my own store.

Turn on the TV, and the Central News Channel is still the Central 13 news channel. I only watch this channel every time, because this makes Cai Gen feel that he has not yet derailed from the outside world and is still caring about national affairs every day.

When he came to the kitchen, he turned on the gas and boiled a bowl of water. When the water boiled, Cai Gen took out the cigarette and was about to light it, but suddenly he seemed to think of something. He quickly ran to the front hall and found the big cigarette fart from the ashtray. He carefully pinched it with his hands and lit it, and returned to the kitchen to wait for the water to boil.

The water quickly opened, lay the eggs, put the seasonings underneath, put them out of the pot, and a makeshift dinner was finished.

Turn off the TV in the kitchen, sit back to the dining room, staring at the darkened window, all high school students after school.

I hurried past the door, tilting my head to look inside, but no one came in, just like this was not a fast food restaurant.

The students are poor and can’t afford fast food anymore. They all go to small meal classes. When will this city improve?

A nationwide famous mining area, 7 of 8 mines went bankrupt within a few years. Every family has no spare money and life is difficult.

Cai Gen sighed while eating noodles slowly. It is said that the slower the meal, the less you eat, the easier it is to fill, so Cai Gen eats very slowly.

"The spring breeze of reform blows all over the ground, and the Chinese people are truly committed to it."

Cai Gen picked up the phone and saw that it was his wife, so he answered it.

"Did you have meal?"

"I've eaten, what's wrong?"

"Transfer 1500 to me, it's time for my son to pay after class."

"Didn't you hand over this semester?"

"I will submit it to the next semester, and there will be discounts in advance."

"Well, I'll transfer it to you later. I'll finish my meal."

"Let me transfer now, wait there, it's over today."

"Yeah, turn now."

Cai Gen hung up the phone, transferred money to his wife, and began to calculate his financial problems in his heart. He suddenly looked up and looked at the civil and military god of wealth at the bar.

The God of Wealth Wen has a kind face, while the God of Wealth Wu has a heroic face, and is so grand.

And Cai Gen felt that they were laughing at him. Are they laughing at him? Or was they helpless?

After eating the noodles, Cai Gen lit a cigarette and started the entertainment he was used to. He sat at the bar and stared at the quartz clock at the door.

58.59.1, Why is it less than one second per minute? Is it a clock problem or an eye problem?

It’s 9 o’clock, 60 seconds missing, 10 o’clock, 60 seconds missing, 11 o’clock, 60 seconds missing.

Cai Gen lit a cigarette again. If this continues, I will live 24 minutes less than others a day, which is a bit of a loss.

At 12 o'clock, the glass door of the store was pushed open, and a crisp sound of bells rang. It was very pleasant and refreshing in the quiet midnight.

"Boss, do you want bean bread?"

Familiar content, familiar tone.

Cai Gen lowered his gaze from the quartz clock and stared at the person coming.

The old man's clothes were covered with dirt marks, and the white mask covering his face was covered with blood. The new pair of big-headed cotton shoes were missing, leaving only socks, and his thighs became unnatural twists.

The brand new white gloves also became dirty, and they were holding a series of bean bags stained with blood in their hands. The two bean bags at the front had been flattened.

Seeing that Cai Gen didn't say anything, the old man continued to speak in a muffled voice from the mask that was bleeding from the bleeding.

"Boss, do you want bean bread?"

"Boss, do you want bean bread? I made it myself."
Chapter completed!