gentle collapse

The city is falling apart.

At seven o'clock in the morning, when I walked into the classroom, I saw my deskmate sitting quietly in his seat, with two textbooks spread out on the table, he wrote and drew in his notebook from time to time, and I was beside him Sitting down, he saw a corner of a financial magazine protruding from his drawer.

Combined with his recent abnormal behavior, I conclude that he has been traversed.

He once classified the study, along with the sewers, as the most disgusting area he had ever seen.I usually only see him once a week, and almost every time it's him and his girlfriend kissing on the back door of the classroom.He has never shown interest in the economy. According to himself, he thinks he still has a little romantic feeling, so he plans to wander around the world with his guitar on his back.

This can only be heard, he can't play the guitar at all, he can't even play cotton.Now his body is obviously occupied by a time traveler, of course, it may not be that another person time travels to his body, but that he is reborn.

I don't think this has anything to do with me, so I don't plan to go into it, but it seems that he wants to get some news from me. He simply put away the book and stared at me for a long time. Hurrying about yesterday's homework, waiting for him to speak.

He asked me: "Lin An, why did you come so early?"

He still knows me, so he should be reborn, and he cannot be reborn without dying once.Living at this moment, I can't predict the cause of his death in a few years, I'm just thinking... please don't have anything to do with me.

I glanced at his drawer, and then turned my face to look at him seriously. He met my gaze and said, "I should have guessed it from your appearance. I just want to live a good life again. Can you help me?" keep this a secret?"

I helped him push the financial magazine into the drawer: "Then don't make it so obvious."

He didn't say anything else, just put away his notebook and books, and lay down on the desk, pretending to be asleep.It was very late in this season, so it was still dark outside, and the two of us were vaguely reflected on the glass in the classroom. I looked back and continued to write my homework, but I still couldn't help sighing.

There are almost more traversers in this city than aborigines.

In 2016, the mayor of Los Angeles announced the official launch of the travel system plan, setting Los Angeles as the most basic travel point to welcome all kinds of travelers.They reached an agreement with a certain system company, and they will develop various interesting games for the traversers carrying this system.And all urban residents should have a sense of service, and help a person who traverses this system can get 1000 yuan.But those scattered and unexplained time travelers are different. They must be registered, and then they are restricted by rules and regulations. Even their ID cards are different from those of our ordinary residents. All this is to prevent the city from being destroyed by time travelers. And towards collapse.

But the collapse cannot be stopped. I watched this city fall with my own eyes. Prices soared, housing prices skyrocketed, and the lottery jackpot was actually worth less than a bag of washing powder because too many people won it.And because of the restriction and monitoring, the scattered traversers also cast the greatest malice on the city.Therefore, my deskmate does not want others to see that it is justifiable for him to be reborn.

I never help the traversers, but I don't betray them either.I kept my mouth shut so much that I thought I was a good person.In fact, I really hate this phenomenon.If something like the right to vote wasn't a democratic right in name only, I'd definitely object to the city being a crossing point.I wouldn't serve them for that $1000, I'd rather stand alone in a convenience store late at night, waiting for customers.

By the way, my deskmate is called Chen Wei, and now he is sitting next to me, his shoulders keep shaking, he should be crying.Why are you crying, haven't you decided to live a good life?Other things are not important.I thought so in my mind, but I didn't comfort him.

After class, I have to go to the convenience store to work. The working hours are from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm.

Putting on the red work clothes embroidered with the store logo and a hat, I was busy waiting for someone.

"A bottle of C'estbon, thank you." He put the mineral water on the cash register, and put the bento in his hand on it by the way, and pushed towards the vacant space in front of me.

"I'll charge you ten yuan and give you seven yuan. Please keep it." The corners of my mouth couldn't help but curl up. "I'm going home soon. What mineral water should I buy now?"

"I didn't cook the soup today, I'm afraid you'll choke on it." He stepped aside to make room for the people who wanted to pay the bill, and then whispered, "I'll pick you up at night, and I don't need to wash the dishes after eating. I'll take them back and wash them." .”

I looked at the man in the suit and leather shoes, who smelled of oily smoke, and nodded: "Then you should go back quickly, brother. If you say a few more words, the food will be cold."

I am a senior in high school this year, and I have been working here since I failed to apply for evening self-study. It stands to reason that I already have enough behavioral capacity, and I don't need my brother to pick me up at all.There is a reason why he did this.

The system companies that are in the limelight have developed various types of systems. In addition to the most classic love system, they have also developed SM systems, suspense detection systems, and so on.Going out now is getting more and more dangerous.Not to mention 88, even [-] has to go together and carry defensive weapons with him to prevent being entangled in strange system tasks. Although there is a corresponding compensation system afterwards, who wants to suffer this crime.No... If you have to say that, there are not no people who make a living professionally in the service system. Anyway, it's all labor and time-consuming work. I don't have any opinion on this point.

After I finished the cash register, I did some work of moving and stacking the goods, and it was almost time to get off work.He had long been waiting at the door of the store, wearing a dark blue scarf and standing in the cold wind.I took off my work clothes and went out. He untied the scarf, put it from the back of my neck to the front, and simply wrapped it around. Then he handed me a warm cup, which I took to warm my hands, and then took a sip.

He said to me: "I don't want you to do this anymore." He walked side by side with me, I was a little taller than him, and I could see his soft hair when I turned my head to talk to him.

"I won't delay my studies." I held back the chill, and my breath was white when I spoke.Price inflation is too high, and I would feel guilty if he was the only one supporting the family.

"If it's because of the money... I was promoted and my salary doubled." He was very happy, hugged my shoulder, and patted me, "It's my third year in high school, so I have to work hard."

"Then I'll talk about it after finishing this month." At this time, there were not many people on the street. When passing by a clothing store, I stopped involuntarily, looked at the windbreaker displayed in the window, and secretly made a plan. .When I get this month's salary, I want to buy him this dress. He hasn't added any clothes for two or three years.

This season, it is really too cold.