Infinite Throne

"Show off a few?" An old lady saw that Lin Yebai was interested and handed over the sword in her hand.

Lin Yebai made two sword flowers neatly. Although he majored in swordsmanship, he grew up with Duan Fei and had a deep understanding of kendo.

"Not bad, two more!"

The old men and old ladies around him found that he really could do it, and they all looked forward to it.

[Man on man]: Can the charm value of the child still work after he becomes an old man?

[Soft cat ears]: I think it can

There are two perspectives to choose from in the live broadcast room, one is Lin Yebai's normal form, silver hair and blood pupils, and the other is the old man Zhang Genshu form.

In this cursed world, other people must see Lin Yebai in the old man form, but the old men and women in the park still gathered in a circle, staring at Lin Yebai with shining eyes.

"Can this mineral water bottle be cut off?" asked an old man next to him.

"Yes."

Although he looks like an old man, the core soul is still Lin Yebai. This body is not a real flesh and blood body. The entire cursed world is in a state between reality and illusion. As long as the behavior is roughly logical, it will not cause damage.

"Come on, show your skills!"

When Zhang Xiaoming was carrying vegetables home, he found that the park was very lively. A group of old men and women gathered in a circle and cheered from time to time.

He also went over to watch the excitement, and saw a sword so fast that only a shadow was left, easily splitting three mineral water bottles.

"Good!" Zhang Xiaoming applauded, and then looked at the old man with the sword. It turned out to be his father!

Is the sword real?

Several other old men thought so too. They took the sword from Lin Yebai and chopped the mineral water bottles wildly, but none of them were split. It was indeed a prop sword, a plastic product.

"Dad! What are you doing here..."

Is his father a hidden martial arts master?

If it is true, then where is the martial arts secret book hidden? Zhang Xiaoming suddenly became a little nervous.

"Exercise." Lin Yebai glanced at Zhang Xiaoming casually.

From oldest to youngest, Zhang Genshu's children are named Zhang Xiaogang, Zhang Xiaohong, and Zhang Xiaoming.

"Dad, you can do this?"

"Not really." Lin Yebai thought for a moment and said seriously.

"..." A group of old men stared at Lin Yebai with complicated eyes. Although they didn't know the word "Versailles", they had this experience.

"Are you practicing?" Zhang Xiaoming didn't even dare to invite his father to go home with him.

"Let's go." Lin Yebai has already started to exercise, feeling that the target of today's exercise has been met, and he is ready to go home.

"Dad, what do you want to eat in the morning?"

"Fried dough sticks, or fried dumplings, buy some to take back?" Zhang Xiaoming asked.

But in his heart, he thought, fried dough sticks are also fried, and dumplings are made of glutinous rice, which are not easy to digest. They should be bad for the health of the elderly, so why not have some of both?

"White porridge, with salted duck eggs."

"Three dishes and one soup for lunch. One meat and two vegetables, soup is up to you."

Lin Yebai set today's menu, and if Zhang Xiaoming doesn't obey, he will ask him to redo it.

"Okay." Zhang Xiaoming didn't want to go against his father now. Isn't it just three dishes and one soup? Just follow the rules of one meat and two vegetables. The meat is braised pork ribs, the vegetables are fish-flavored eggplant, mapo tofu, and stewed old hen soup.

"Your son can cook?"

"You can't judge a person by his appearance. This child is really filial."

The old comrades all looked at Zhang Xiaoming, quite surprised.

Zhang Xiaoming showed an awkward but polite smile. What is this saying? You can't judge a person by his appearance. Does he look ugly?

"Haha." Lin Yebai smiled with an ambiguous meaning. Zhang Xiaoming shuddered. He always felt that his father's eyes were not like those of an old man.

Perhaps it was because Lin Yebai's excellent performance in splitting mineral water bottles attracted the attention of the old comrades, and everyone surrounded him and asked:

"Brother, what's your last name, how old are you this year?"

"Zhang, 78."

"I can't tell, I thought you were at most 70."

"Old Zhang is really energetic!"

"Go back and cook for your father, why are you standing there?" An old lady poked Zhang Xiaoming with her elbow.

"Oh, oh, oh." Zhang Xiaoming walked forward blankly. For the first time, he found that his father had such good communication skills. Isn't he a very taciturn old man?

After breakfast, Lin Yebai stared at Zhang Xiaoming who was cleaning the dishes until he broke into a cold sweat, and then asked:

"Aren't you going to work?"

"I, I'll go in the afternoon."

Zhang Xiaoming didn't have any job at all. He only looked for jobs that made money quickly, or in the gray area, such as false accounting, □□, etc. After finishing one ticket, he would wait for the next one. If he didn't have money, he would take out a loan. If he had money, he would go to gamble. He didn't care.

"Whatever you want." Lin Yebai planned to go out and take a look at Hope Street.

"Dad, where are you going?" Zhang Xiaoming asked.

"Just a stroll."

"Don't get lost, I'll go with you?" Although Zhang Xiaoming wanted to catch up on his sleep, he was worried about the old man going out alone. What if he got lost, what about the bet?

No matter what day the death is, as a family member, he can take a 10% commission, provided that the bet is successful.

"No, I can find the way." Lin Yebai stared at Zhang Xiaoming:

"Don't follow, I'll go to the second son's house."

"Okay." Zhang Xiaoming watched his old father leave, secretly praying that he would fall down the stairs or be hit by a car on the road. If he died in the next few days, he would win more money.

Lin Yebai had already gone to the bank to check the deposits, and then transferred a sum of money to the accounts of the three filial sons. This was the medical expenses collected by the filial sons when Comrade Lao Zhang was ill and hospitalized. After turning around, my heart felt a little empty, and those accumulated negative emotions seemed to dissipate.

Lin Yebai guessed that it might be because Comrade Zhang felt that the filial sons did not like him as an old father, because they disliked him for spending money in hospital? If the money is returned to the filial sons, will their attitudes change, and can they get a trace of sincerity?

"Dad, why did you transfer the money back?" The first person to call was Zhang Xiaohong, surprised, with a hidden surprise, and a hint of just right blame.

"Thank you for taking care of me in the hospital."

"Dad..." Zhang Xiaohong was stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to say something, Lin Yebai had already hung up the phone.

"Dad, how are you doing?" Zhang Xiaogang also called. Although they were father and son, they were very unfamiliar.

"good."

"I still have a big client to meet. Dad, please take good care of yourself. If you don't have enough money, just tell me and hang up first." Zhang Xiaogang quickly hung up the phone.

"Dad, why are you so polite? We are father and son..."

Zhang Xiaoming had a glib tone when he opened his mouth. As the eldest son of the family, his parents were a little doting on him. Perhaps because of this, he always felt that his parents were supporting him behind him. He was addicted to gambling and did not even know that he was living like this. Reflect.

"You can come back if you don't want to." Lin Yebai interrupted him.

"This is a separation, isn't it..."

Zhang Xiaoming still wanted to say a few words, but Lin Yebai hung up the phone.

At this time, Lin Yebai had already reached Hope Street, which was close to the hospital and an old city left over from the last century. The whole street looked extremely old, so the rental price was also very low.

Some hotels can even see signs saying 15 yuan a day or 20 yuan a day. Of course, the accommodation conditions are also very different from the price.

Most of the people living here are old people, with half of their feet in the ground at first glance. There are very few people of other age groups. Occasionally, one or two pass by, looking extremely haggard and weak, showing a look of pain and suffering. Painful posture, hair thinning or even loss due to chemotherapy, limbs twisted, and skin ulcerated.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Esophageal cancer."

"I have lung cancer. I have been smoking for more than thirty years, and this day has finally come..."

"What about that one?"

"Pancreatic cancer."

Hope Street is not as hopeful as its name. It is a place for cancer patients to live. In addition to patients, there are also sporadic offices or large companies.

The "death gambling" has developed a complete industrial chain. If you are unable to pay for medical expenses and funeral expenses, you can let the patient join the gambling as a bet. Regardless of victory or defeat, the family members can get 10% of the commission.

Especially patients in the ICU are more popular with gamblers. The ups and downs of the electrocardiogram are much more exciting than the rise in the stock market. The winners get rich overnight, while the losers lose everything.

Once gamblers are familiar with this mode, it will be difficult to return to ordinary dice games. Nothing is more interesting, novel and exciting than human life. The feeling of standing on a high place and looking down at human nature can easily give people a twisted sense of pleasure.

However, human life is often uncontrollable, especially for a dying old man. His true date of death can never be confirmed until the moment he truly closes his eyes.

For example, Comrade Zhang Genshu, who was also living in the ICU before, received critical illness notices from the hospital several times a day, but he managed to survive again.

If you don't go into ICU, there won't be many people betting. After all, gamblers also calculate risks and see how to make greater bets.

They care more about the patient's health than the patient's relatives, and will bring fruits and health products to visit him. They are extremely warm-hearted and even ask how many mouthfuls of a meal he has.

Although it is an obvious "death gamble", it has a name that entrusts good wishes - longevity insurance, just like Hope Street is full of terminally ill patients.

"Rent a house?" someone asked Lin Yebai.

"Not renting." Lin Yebai just looked around and decided to change his phone. The old phone he was using now couldn't take pictures.

After shopping this street, Lin Yebai went home to have dinner.

Dinner consisted of reheating the leftovers from lunch, but Lin Yebai refused to give in and asked Zhang Xiaoming to stir-fry two more dishes before serving them on the table.

"Dad, you eat too little. Didn't you use at least two bowls of rice per meal?"

"Have another bowl, and I'll give you some more."

"No need." Lin Yebai put down his chopsticks, unscrewed the thermos cup, added a few wolfberries, poured in boiled water, and went downstairs for a walk with the thermos cup.

"Dad, why are you going?"

"walk."

"It's dark..." Zhang Xiaoming originally said that it would be easy to fall if he went outside, but then he thought that it would be good, so he said nothing.

A group of lesbians were dancing in the square downstairs in the community. Lin Yebai played a few games of chess with the old man from the next building. All the old men nearby left the game and were killed by Lin Yebai to pieces.

When it got slightly dark, Lin Yebai went back with the thermos cup.

"Dad, I'm working overtime and I'm going out for a while."

Zhang Xiaoming went out in a hurry and came back two or three hours later. He smelled of alcohol mixed with the smell of barbecue. He must have eaten a lot at a food stall. He didn't even take a shower, so he fell on the bed and snored loudly.

Lin Yebai showed disapproval in his eyes next door, but was too lazy to care about him. As a middle-aged man, Zhang Xiaoming eats and drinks every day, has irregular work and rest, never exercises, and drinks alcohol. Is it very likely that he will get sick or die suddenly? ?

The next day, Lin Yebai no longer cared what dishes Zhang Xiaoming cooked.

Zhang Xiaoming thought his old father had finally figured it out, so he cooked a large table of dishes, including stewed pig's trotters with soybeans, braised pork, tiger skin green peppers, and stir-fried kidneys, looking at Lin Yebai expectantly.

"Not very hungry." Lin Yebai didn't move his chopsticks much, and said in a gentler tone: "Eat more, the way you eat makes people very hungry."

"Okay." Zhang Xiaoming was in a good mood. His poor appetite showed that his old father was still not in good health. Thinking of this, his appetite was opened, and he ate a mouthful of pig's trotters, his face was greasy.

The old father always looked at him with an expectant look, and Zhang Xiaoming felt a little sour in his heart, but he quickly suppressed those emotions. People are going to grow old and die, and eating a lot of fish and meat, eating and drinking a lot, will make you happier when you die... and it can also make everyone's life better.

Lin Yebai watched Zhang Xiaoming eat most of the food, then lied down on the bed, went out with satisfaction, found a private restaurant, ordered two light side dishes, and after dinner took his newly bought mobile phone to Xiwang Street to take pictures and collect evidence.

There are too many people engaged in the gray industry on Xiwang Street, and Lin Yebai pretended that he couldn't use a smart phone. Those who were on guard found that this old comrade didn't know how to use a mobile phone, so they ignored him.

No one would have thought that an old comrade in his seventies or eighties would take pictures and record videos on Xiwang Street. Generally, old people of this age can hardly use an old phone.