Chapter 7 Do I have to buy steamed buns when buying cigarettes?
Cai Gen held a takeout bag in one hand and grabbed the stair railing in the other.
Follow your memory and go down in the dark.
He didn't dare to cough, afraid of seeing the terrifying black shadow.
Things in the world, the more you are afraid of, the more likely it is to come.
It's past four in the morning, which is the time to walk the lung meridian, and I smoked a lot tonight.
Coughing is like burping and farting, it becomes an uncontrollable instinct.
Cai Gen just went down one flight of stairs when he started coughing non-stop.
The more I tried to suppress the sound of coughing, the more itchy my throat became.
I couldn't hold back my tears, but I couldn't hold them back.
He simply coughed and the voice-activated light came on again.
Cai Gen saw from his tearful eyes that there was no dark figure around him.
Surrounded by him were a group of dark shadows, charred and black, all hurrying downstairs with him.
Since they all went downstairs faster than Cai Gen, they all automatically avoided his body, and no one touched Cai Gen's body.
Cai Gen has become a rock for the flow of people. When encountering him, the black image will automatically separate like the water flow.
Can they see themselves? Can they sense themselves?
The answer is yes, it's more terrifying than passing through your own body.
It doesn't stop, just like a cough that doesn't stop.
Cai Gen was a little numb and walked mechanically, following the flow of people.
Cai Gen couldn't remember how many floors he went down, he just walked like that, following the flow of people.
My legs were already sore and my muscles were stiff with every step I took, but I continued down the stairs.
Walking endlessly, down, and down, as if going deep into the ground.
“The spring breeze of reform is blowing all over the land, and the Chinese people are really ambitious”
The ringing of the phone interrupted the endless walking, and the black shadow around him disappeared.
“The spring breeze of reform is blowing all over the land, and the Chinese people are really ambitious”
When the bell rang for the third time.
Cai Gen suddenly woke up, reached out and took out his mobile phone, it was his wife, God, it was his wife.
I quickly connected, and heard my wife's sleepy voice from the other side,
"Lao Gen, what's wrong with you? Send me a WeChat message. I didn't see it until I got up to go to the toilet. What do you mean?
Did you drink too much again? They all told you not to drink so much, but you just didn’t listen. You were in the store and no one cared about you, right? ”
Hearing that his wife was getting more and more energetic as she talked, and seemed to be sober, Cai Gen couldn't explain it, so he quickly said,
"Honey, it's okay. You can continue to sleep. I'm riding a scooter. It's cold outside and my hands are freezing."
When my wife heard that she was riding a scooter, she was delivering food, so she didn’t drink too much, so she became confused again and said lazily
"It's okay, please be safe. I'll continue to sleep."
Then he hung up the phone.
Cai Gen put away the phone, looked up, and saw a blood-red 7 under the dim green light.
Did you walk for so long to reach the 7th floor?
But the soreness in the legs and stiff muscles reminded Cai Gen, who has practiced long-distance running, that he would have to run at least 2 kilometers before he would feel this way.
In the end, he just went down one floor?
It seemed that I had felt better after coughing just now, and I didn’t want to cough anymore. I walked down in the dark, using the green light from the emergency exit to keep going down.
Why does that green light move?
Like two small green light bulbs, half a flight of stairs away from me.
Go to the next level yourself, and the two green light bulbs to the next level.
He stood still, and neither did the two green dots.
The heart conquers fear.
I couldn't help coughing, and wanted to use the voice-activated light to see what it was?
The lights turned on, and the owner of the pair of small light bulbs appeared. He was a big mouse, but his tail was a bit like a squirrel and his eyes were a bit big. The green light comes from those big eyes.
He didn't look at the mousetrap next to him, just stared at Cai Gen.
Cai Gen discovered that he had reached the second floor, and there was only one floor left.
Overcoming my fear of the big rat, I continued downstairs.
Watching Cai Gen go downstairs, the big mouse also went downstairs, and then disappeared.
Cai Gen didn't go looking for the big rat. He opened the stair door and came out quickly.
The lobby was still the same lobby, and the security guard was still snoring on the sofa. Nothing had changed because of Cai Gen's experience.
Cai Gen was really fed up and quickly walked through the lobby, entered the revolving door, and left the hotel.
I got on the electric scooter and started walking, but after walking more than 10 meters quickly, the speed of the scooter slowed down.
Cai Gen looked back at the hotel. It was pitch dark upstairs, with no lights on in any of the windows. The darkness of each window was like dense, charred shadows.
The lobby downstairs was also dark, with only a row of spotlights illuminating a few bright red characters of the Red Romance Hotel. They looked particularly eerie among the many black shadows. They were far away but still clear.
I turned my head and turned the battery car with all my strength. The car rushed forward, but the follow-up power was insufficient. It was difficult, slow, and desperate, and the speed never picked up again.
I was in a hurry to go upstairs and forgot to turn off the car lights. I went there for 2 hours and it was more than 20 degrees below zero. The battery was seriously aged and ran out of power.
Cai Gen, at 4:30 in the morning, pushed the battery cart and walked to the store.
He also tried to ride a bicycle, but a battery-powered scooter, unlike a bicycle, was more tiring than pushing it.
The sanitation workers sweeping the streets have already come out.
They are admirable, but it is said that they are all hired from outside.
Doing five times the work for one-fifth of the salary.
Is it fair? Isn't it fair? Is life hard? Isn't life bitter?
At 4:30 in the morning, I was pushing a battery cart and walking on the street in a temperature of more than 20 degrees below zero.
Is it fair? Isn't it fair?
Stay alive!
The sweat on my body just now has soaked my underwear, and the cold air outside is ruthlessly raging on the surface of the body along the gaps in the hem of the down jacket.
It felt like I had fallen into an ice cave, it was so cold.
Cai Gen reached out to touch a cigarette out of habit, and there was only an empty cigarette box left in his pocket.
After walking for half an hour, my body finally started to sweat again due to the activity. I was really tired from pushing the battery cart.
I saw a canteen with the lights on, maybe it was bringing breakfast and it opened early.
Cai Gen parked the car and ran to the window of the supermarket, because it was very hot in the room. The windows were all covered with white window grilles, which looked very nice.
I knocked on the window carefully, and after a while, it opened.
Cai Gen quickly put his head in, it was so warm inside, and quickly pointed to the cigarette he often smoked,
"That's it, have a box."
A middle-aged woman wearing pajamas, disheveled hair, looking like she had just gotten up.
It seemed that I was making noodles just now. My hands were all white. I took a box of Cai Genzhi’s cigarettes and put them towards the window.
"7 yuan 5."
"Isn't it 7 yuan? I have been smoking for several years, and it has always been 7 yuan."
"7 yuan after 8 o'clock, 7 yuan and 5 at night."
Cai Gen stared at the cigarette,
"Then, no more."
She retracted her head and was about to leave. The woman inside hurriedly shouted,
"Forget it, I'll sell you a box for 7 yuan. We sell them for 7.5 yuan at night. Do you want to buy steamed buns?"
Cai Gen said nothing, took out 10 yuan, handed it in, and held the cigarette in his hand.
The fox sleeping in ruins and the rabbit walking on the deserted platform are all places where singing and dancing were performed in the past; the dew is cold and the yellow flowers are lost, and the smoke is blurring the decaying grass. They are all places of battles in the old days. How can the prosperity and decline be so common? Where is strength and weakness? It’s discouraging to think about this! Quoted from "Cai Gen Tan"
(End of chapter)