Apocalypse Paradise

"Brother Chuang, are you really not going to try again? Your grades are very good. It would be a shame not to go to high school!"

"No, I'm not worried if I only have grandma at home. Xiaofei, come on and take a look at the scenery on this road for me."

Looking at the empty seat next to him, Zhu Zhifei felt a little sad. Liu Chuang dropped out of school yesterday, and he helped pack the books and quilts.

Liu Chuang's grades were better than his. Although they were not much better, he knew that this was because Liu Chuang devoted his energy to studying while taking care of his grandma. If he had his own conditions, Liu Chuang would do better.

When I opened the wrong title book, there was a message written on it, "It should be noted that when I was young, Ling Yunzhi once promised to be the best in the world."

The notebook was a birthday gift from Liu Chuang to him. Now the notebook is half used. The wrinkled and somewhat yellowed notebook is still there, but Liu Chuang is gone, but he doesn't know when he will see him again.

Thinking about the promise the two had made to climb the world's highest peak together when they were 25 years old, Zhu Zhifei smiled.

It was dark outside the window, and his vague appearance was reflected on the glass. Let's stop the typhoid fever!

There were still ten years left, so there was no need to delay. Zhu Zhifei lowered his head and was immersed in the friction between pen and paper. It was only the bitterness in his throat that took a long time to dissipate.

"Sorry! Please forgive me!"

"Xiao Chuang, don't cry. I'm going to say goodbye to your grandma today. She will be reluctant to leave when she sees you crying in the spirit of heaven!"

"Are you a waste? You can't do this, get out!"

The sound of pots and pans clattering on the stove, the sound of hot flames whipping the air, and the cook's curses.

"I'm sorry, you're not old enough to recruit workers in the factory!"

"Okay, boy!"

"Who is that? This is your salary today. Because you are young, it is a little lower than others."

"Come here, come here." The fat man with his helmet tilted on his head took out another green one from a pile of bills in his hand, "You little bastard, do it well!"

The roar of the mixer, the sharp friction of the cutting machine, and the scolding of the contractor were intertwined.

"Xiao Liu, why are you saving all this money? Brother Wang will take you to see the world!"

"Don't go."

"I really have to leave!"

"Well, thank you Brother Wang for taking care of me all these years."

"Go away, you kid, never come back again!"

"Come back, you forgot your things!" Wang Baogong stuffed a thick gray envelope into Liu Chuang's arms, "Take it, you kid will definitely look like me, get out!"

Three years later, Bao Gong Wang became Manager Wang, and the thin boy seemed to have been on steroids and was now taller than him.

"This kid will definitely be great in the future!"

"Hey, Manager Wang is so optimistic about him."

"What, Lao Li, do you dare to take a gamble?"

"What kind of bet is this?"

When Manager Wang was still working as a contractor, he went to the toilet at night. A thin boy waved his hands to drive away mosquitoes, holding a small notebook and mumbling something.

As time passes, from disdain at the beginning to admiration at the end, Bao Gong Wang becomes Manager Wang, and the frail young man becomes the leader.

Liu Chuang, carrying an envelope, a bag and a woven bag, bowed deeply to Manager Wang, then turned around and waved, saying goodbye long ago!

After buying the equipment and preparing strategies, Liu Chuang started his own cycling journey. He left the familiar construction site and started a new journey.

I thought that after three years of experience, I would be stronger, but when I went to the bank to deposit money, I opened the envelope and looked at the irregularly shaped white paper on the red banknotes that read crookedly, "Little bastard, you are fooling around outside." If you don't get it right, come back. If you, Brother Wang, have a mouthful of meat, you will have a mouthful of soup."

The young man's calm mind suddenly turned into waves, and tears burst out of his eyes. Under the curious eyes of the bank teller, Liu Chuang deposited the money without smiling or crying.

Now that he has been out for half a year, his account has gradually accumulated some fans. With his live broadcast of grilling fish and the fish caught fire, and famous scenes such as exploring a cave and being scared by strange flags and paper talismans, Liu ran away from his shoes and other famous scenes. Chuang is now somewhat famous.

Originally, his tent was bright red, but it was blown away by the wind and he stayed under the bridge shivering for one night. Later, he rushed to a nearby county and bought a gray one.

The ups and downs along the way made the audience laugh and feel a little distressed, but they were all moved by the optimism and tenacity he showed.

Not long ago, after a fellow cycling blogger collapsed, his fans experienced a surge. Originally, the audience only regarded him as a replacement, but after he came, he could never leave. Every day, he was urged to update and update.

The young man did not become inflated by the surge in fans and still showed his true self.

"Lao Zhu, look at our junior high school classmates!"

After completing the college entrance examination, Zhu Zhifei ended his busy day of part-time life. He planned to work-study and earn his own college tuition.

Although his family conditions can meet the needs of going to college, he understood the importance of money as early as junior high school, so he still wanted to reduce some of the burden on his family and exercise himself at the same time.

Looking at the message sent to him by his classmates, he clicked in with some confusion. He was busy studying in high school, and now he is busy with a part-time job and rarely uses his mobile phone.

While waiting for the video to load, the light in the dark picture is a bit blurry, but you can still see that on a bonfire, a fish is enjoying the burning of the red flames. The black smoke rising from the charred fish can barely be seen. It looked like a fish, and that look seemed to tell me that I could still save it.

A high-energy early warning appeared on the barrage, and then there was a cry, "Fuck, my fish."

On the screen, a long-haired boy wearing a short shirt picked up the mineral water bottle next to him in desperation. The moment the transparent liquid touched the fish, the quiet flame suddenly became violent and burned even more fiercely!

The barrage was filled with "It's on fire!"

The flames skyrocketed, and the camera was exposed for an instant. It was a little blurry, and only the boy's voice was heard, "Oh, you poured it on the wrong one, my disinfectant alcohol! My fish!"

What followed was a dense barrage of "Hahahaha, 2333".

Zhu Zhifei also smiled.

When the scene changed, it was a young man tearing into pieces of pie by the fire with a depressed look.

"Brother Chuang, it looks a bit like it. Let's take a look!" Zhu Zhifei began to search for the blogger's other videos.

"Holy shit, it's Brother Chuang!" Zhu Zhifei looked at Liu Chuang just taking the video. He had neat short hair. Although his skin color was a little dark, he had a sunny smile and neat white teeth. He looked a little silly. Yes, it is in sharp contrast to the homeless man with long hair covering his eyes and a dark complexion in the grilled fish video.

Looking at the blogger's personal introduction on the short video, Brother Chuang traveled to Yanguo. The video has 53 fans and has been played 1 million times.

Watching Liu Chuang's video from the beginning, Zhu Zhifei took a deep breath, "Brother Chuang is still brother Chuang!"

With one click and three consecutive clicks, Zhu Zhifei paid attention and sent a private message. After deleting, deleting, and editing, he said, "Brother Chuang, I, Lao Zhu, don't forget our ten-year agreement!"