Store Manager's Hell

Lu Zaobai looked at the mobile phone screen with all kinds of association entries, but the keyword "Jiushi Group" did not exist, with a complicated expression.

Lu Zaobai has always entered a fantasy world made of magnetic waves, never a parallel world, but he knows what the so-called parallel world means.

There are very few records about entering the parallel world, but Lu Zaobai has read similar content. The parallel world corresponds to the world he originally lived in. There is more than one so-called parallel world, similar but different , interfere with each other and never cross.

But at a special node of time and space, two parallel worlds may be able to overlap each other. If they are on the edge of the overlap, a small movement, even just a turn around, may cause people to enter the parallel world by mistake. in the world.

In the parallel world, it is impossible for two identical people to exist, which will become a space-time paradox. Therefore, two different people will temporarily merge into one. The advantage of the magnetic wave suppresses the soul of this body in another time and space, until...the two are completely integrated.

In the parallel world, there are infinite new possibilities.

Maybe you are still a child, playing with building blocks; maybe you are still a junior high school student, just waking up from a math class, rubbing your eyes to look out the window at the sunny afternoon sun; maybe you are already a grown man, with Wife and daughter, stable job, happy family.

... There is actually a common name for this kind of situation, which is "crossing".

After a short period of confusion, Lu Zaobai realized that the parallel world he traveled to was quite similar to the world he was in before.

He is still his mother's "Xiaobai", the manager of the dessert shop, his parents are still alive, he lives a harmonious life, and his orientation is normal.

However, in this world, there is no first day of junior high school, no time environment, no leisure time, and no time to wake up.

Lu Zaobai was cold and clutching his phone in a daze, which worried his mother, Fu Rou, as soon as she put the vegetables on the dining table hastily, she covered his forehead with her hands still stained with water. :

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Lu Zaobai stared blankly at the middle-aged woman who was picked up by him just now, her eyes were filled with genuine concern, and he could see that Lu Zaobai's chest exuded a heartfelt sweet and warm breath from the inside out.

He pulled down the hand that was trying to warm his forehead, rubbed it in the palm of his hand, and said in a low voice:

"It's all right."

There was a faint but dazzling light on his face, and he looked much younger, even like a teenager:

"I thought there was an important order that hadn't been processed, and I just remembered that it was done. Look, I'm old too, and my memory is not good."

Fu Rou burst out laughing, and Lao Lu looked at him helplessly, complaining in a low voice:

"You still say you are old? A 26-year-old boy is in his prime. If you are old, what are your mother and I?"

Lu Zaobai nodded and rubbed his stomach, just like when he was sixteen or seventeen years old, he ran home hungry and left his schoolbag when he entered the door, and there were hot meals and the smiling faces of his parents at the dining table waiting for him.

After his parents passed away, it became his normal practice to cook by himself, no matter how unpalatable the cooking was, he had to grit his teeth and eat it.He is a high school student, and the pension he received is not considerable. He has to pay tuition fees, property fees, utilities, and can no longer waste too much on food.

After so many years, his taste buds have long forgotten the taste of the food cooked by his parents, and even the faces of his parents sitting behind the dense mist of food are inevitably a little blurred.

Now, these things finally reappeared in front of him for real.

Lu Zaobai turned his head to reconfirm the time displayed on the clock, then walked towards the bathroom and turned on the faucet.

Amid the sound of rushing water, he raised his head and looked at the mirror inlaid in front of him.

The mirror was wiped clean by her mother, without even a trace of water stains. The face reflected in the mirror was the same as Lu Zaobai's face, but... there were subtle differences.

Even when the person in the mirror is most relaxed, the corners of the mouth of the person in the mirror are slightly raised, and the lines of the face are so friendly and gentle that Lu Zaobai couldn't recognize it as his own face for a while.

His usual face... cold, arrogant, and a little mocking.

Yes, if my parents hadn't died, if I hadn't been entangled in those damn tasks, I would have been a happy and carefree young man.

Staring at himself in the mirror, Lu Zaobai suddenly heard a voice:

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

It took him a while to realize that it was his own voice.

...The road to this world, whose body has been occupied by oneself, is already white.

He didn't make a sound, but wiped his hands with a towel hanging on one side, and walked outside.

[Lu Zaobai] who got no reply started to panic, but he still tried his best to keep calm when he heard the voice:

"Don't hurt my family. I will give you whatever you want. If you are a ghost, I will burn more paper for you. If you have any wishes, I will fulfill them for you!"

Lu Zaobai stopped and raised the corners of his lips.

This... sounds interesting.

He has been helping all kinds of ghosts fulfill their wishes all these years, but he never thought that one day he would become a ghost in the eyes of others.

After a short pause, Lu Zaobai walked out, and at the same time left a sentence for himself in his body:

"Well, just help me fulfill my wish."

……

Tonight, I made noodles with fried sauce. The noodles were hand-rolled by my father. They were as smooth and springy as ever. The new garlic looked bright under the warm apricot-yellow light, and the fried shredded pork was sweet and delicious. , the cucumbers are cut very evenly, and there are fresh thousand sheets cut into cubes in front of you. The shredded pork fried with bean paste is equally delicious whether it is mixed with noodles or wrapped in thousand sheets to make meat rolls.

Lu Zaobai was sitting under the light, holding the meat roll in his hand, biting small mouthfuls. His father beside him kept his eyes on the TV screen. After watching it for a while, he angrily pointed at a person in the news who strongly advocated the doomsday theory. The magic stick said:

"Nonsense! Where does God's punishment come from? If a person turns into a ghost after death, wouldn't this world be crowded to death?"

Lu Zaobai didn't speak, just scooped a spoonful of noodle soup for his father, while Fu Rou took the remote control calmly and turned off the TV:

"Don't talk when you eat and sleep! You taught Xiaobai this way when you were young, but when you're old, you'll start screaming!"

My father was anxious:

"What's wrong with me? Let's go! When the news is over, it will be a TV series!"

Holding the chopsticks in her mouth, Fu Rou said nonchalantly:

"The one who played Zhou/Enlai again? Can't you watch something new?"

"I love watching!"

"I love watching you and fall asleep every time! Didn't I coax you back last night?"

"...Who said I fell asleep? I was listening!"

Lu Zaobai held his chopsticks in his mouth and looked at the two people who were arguing with a smile.

It's the same in this world.

After turning his head and glanced at the clock, Lu Zaobai said:

"Mom, if Dad likes to watch it, let him watch it."

Lao Lu glanced at Lu Zaobai triumphantly, and stretched out his hand to Fu Rou:

"Did you hear that? My son said to turn on the TV."

Fu Rou cast a meaningful glance at Lu Zaobai:

"Xiaobai, the niece of the cousin of Aunt Zhang's house next door is not bad. You saw her when you went back to your hometown last year. If I have time, I will make an appointment for you to meet her?"

Before Lu Zaobai had time to speak, he felt Lu Zaobai tremble violently in his body.

#Fear from the depths of the soul#

Lu Zaobai automatically muted his voice. He held the bowl and bowed his head to pick up the rice. The action was done in one go. He was so angry that Lao Lu stabbed his elbow hard with the spoon of noodle soup, and said:

"What's the use of giving birth to you! Just for your mother!"

Holding the bowl, Lu Zaobai put a mouthful of meat-wrapped noodles to his mouth, and said very naturally:

"Dad, your toenails are growing. I'll cut them after dinner."

Lao Lu was stunned for a moment, turned his face away and took out a piece of paper, wiped the meat sauce from the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice:

"Okay, the kid has a bit of a conscience."

Lu Zaobai held his face and smiled brightly:

"After all, you were born. Both sides have to face."

After this smile, Lu Zaobai felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.

From just now, Fu Rou's eyes have been drifting towards Lu Zaobai vaguely. After observing for a while, she stirred the noodles in the bowl and asked with a smile:

"Xiaobai, who is Shu You you're talking about today? Didn't you say you're going to meet a girl with him?"

Lu Zaobai has long been used to dealing with such emergencies, and the lies almost come out of his mouth:

"Didn't I tell you about it? It's a customer who often comes to the store, the manager of a pet store. He and I are very good friends."

The inquiry in Fu Rou's eyes became less meaningful, she put a chopstick of cucumber into Lu Zaobai's bowl, and said with a smile:

"Since we are friends, when will you bring me home for dinner?"

Lu Zaobai dipped some cucumber in sauce, brought it to his mouth, and said calmly:

"I'm afraid it won't work. He has recently obtained a green card from the United States and is busy with going abroad."

Finally, he added:

"...Maybe, I won't come back again."

……

After the meal, Fu Rou took Lu Zaobai's clothes to wash, and in the living room, Lu Zaobai took the nail clippers, and amidst Lao Lu's shy protest, held up his callused feet, carefully trimmed up.

The sound of "click", "click", pierced into Lu Zaobai's heart, halfway through the cut, Lu Zaobai stopped, held Lao Lu's right foot, and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.

Old Lu was quite uncomfortable. Seeing Lu Zao rubbing his eyes, he coughed dryly and asked:

"what happened?"

Lu Zaobai's eyes were blocked by the back of his hands, so he couldn't see clearly, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised:

"Looks like the dust splashed in the eye."

Hearing the rumbling sound of the washing machine, Lu Zaobai's heart softened into a puddle of water.

He... likes this kind of life so much...

... want it so much.

As long as he discards the memory of the entire ten years from the age of 16 to the present... discards the memory of the past two years with Shi Xing... all of this will be his own...