Slag

"It's 43:[-] in the morning, and I'm going to look for a breakfast place near my new home."

When Lin Jian was walking on the road, his mobile phone always took pictures of himself from the bottom up, without looking down at the screen.

All kinds of barrage on the screen frantically swiped up, no matter how many "!!!" he could not get his reply.

The location here is off the beaten track, and there are not many pedestrians around nine o'clock. Almost all the grandparents come out for a walk. Occasionally, a few young people also come out to walk their dogs.

If you want to find a breakfast shop in this area, you can only go to the only school. This area was prosperous in the early years, but now it has declined a lot. A middle school built by a maverick stood alone on this inch of land. place.

At that time, this school only recruited students from this area, and students from the city center could not come. It was only a public school in name.

Over the years, in order to save the school's enrollment rate, the dormitory building was specially built and the scope of enrollment was expanded, but there were not many students coming.

Lin Jian had considered this place during the senior high school entrance examination, even if there was no expansion of enrollment at that time, as long as he mentioned it, Lin Jingzhu would probably really buy a house in this area, and then spend some money to put him in it.

However, Lin Jian still didn't come in the end, and chose a school a little closer to home.

Now that I think about it, the care in my heart was actually his mother, and there were signs of everything. For example, Lin Jian had already sensed that Lin Jingzhu probably wouldn't last too long.

But when the symptoms appear, people often feel that they are just ordinary phenomena, and they don't know how "coincidence" all these are until the end.

For example, Lin Jingzhu really chose to leave.

The breakfast shop opened across the road from the school, and when Lin saw it, there were no students there.

As soon as he sat down, a girl in school uniform pulled a middle-aged woman and trotted over. She was carrying a heavy schoolbag, panting and brought her mother here, and said in a hurry: "Mom, eat, I have to go in quickly gone."

Lin Jian was sitting in the innermost position. There were not many people in the store at the moment, but the woman walked to the innermost and darkest place just like him.

Sitting at the next table just a few steps away from him.

When Lin Jian leaned the phone against the vinegar pot, his face finally appeared on the screen.

The bullet screen was posted quickly, but Lin Jian didn't have the time to watch it.

He lowered his head and took a sip of the soy milk. He could only hear the conversation between the proprietress and the woman in his ears.

"The girl is late? I see that other students have been in for almost an hour."

The woman said with some self-blame: "Yesterday I broke my phone, and the alarm clock didn't ring in the morning. She was reviewing too late and overslept without being called."

The proprietress smiled heartily: "It's okay, the teacher should be able to understand."

"I went to fix my phone after eating, so I had to call the teacher to explain, lest she be scolded."

"Then you really have to make one." The proprietress asked, "What do you want to eat?"

The woman reported three names slightly jerky, the proprietress yelled and repeated to the boss, and then chatted with the woman while wiping the table.

"Miss is sensible, I brought you here for breakfast when you were late," said the proprietress.

The woman nodded: "Yes, she said she had no time to eat, so let me eat for her."

The woman laughed, and the proprietress followed suit.

"You said it's not a trouble, how can I eat for her?"

"Isn't the child's father usually here?" the proprietress asked casually.

The woman didn't have the strong smile just now, but her expression was relaxed: "I left my mother and I and ran away."

Later, the proprietress asked something again, but Lin Jian didn't pay attention.

He only saw the woman look so relaxed when she mentioned this matter, and finally said: "I just have my daughter, that's not a big deal, he can go wherever he likes."

Lin Jian turned his gaze back, he was already exhausted from scrolling through the barrage, and only a few words were left.

[Don't eat cold anymore! 】

"Well, I'm eating."

[I went out for a walk in the morning and listened to stories, how could I live an old life after disappearing for a few months]

"Old life?"

If going out for a walk and listening to stories is the life of the elderly, and I squatted at home every day playing games some time ago, it is probably the life after I am buried in the ground.

Lin Jian realized that he had been decadent for too long.

[Morning handsome guy!up! Good! 】

"Good morning."

[I'm taking a day off today, in order to make up for the few months I've been gone, let's broadcast live for a day today! 】

This question should have been asked a few months ago, but Lin saw that he refused without saying a word.

What he does every day is hidden from his friends, not to mention the form of live broadcast that is widely advertised.

But now, he no longer has any secrets to hide, and he continues to live a life of waste, day by day.

"It depends."

As long as he wasn't bored, a day was fine.

Having been alone for too long, he actually felt that the form of chatting was a little strange.

He walked around the school, and the only place he could stay was the milk tea shop, a place that students like.

Lin Jian was thinking about how old he was, so he couldn't compete with others for a seat.

While watching a two-hour soap opera live broadcast at home, I turned on a certain group and ordered a cup of milk tea with a strange name and an expensive price.

I didn't finish the drink in the end, one or two sips was okay, but if I had too much, I would get tired and panic.

Seeing that the live broadcast room was making noise for him not to turn it off when he was taking a nap, he casually put his phone on the bedside table and took pictures of the ceiling for more than two hours.

In the afternoon, Lin Jian felt that his live broadcast was too boring, and he always wanted to turn it off. Every time he mentioned the barrage, he would make trouble.

He simply changed his clothes and drove to the city center.

"Then go shopping or something."

It's never going to be that boring.

As soon as he entered, he said, "Learn more about xxx jewelry." Lin Jian glanced at the gleaming gold counter, and politely declined, "I can't afford it."

【The rich second generation is actually poor】

【Finally broke, baby, come on, I'm a rich woman, I'll take care of you】

[Quickly withdraw the previous one, let me say it! 】

[Are all the fans of hhh anchor rich women? 】

Lin Jian perfect missed all the bullet screens and continued to move forward.

The backup phone rang suddenly, and he took it out and connected it: "Hello?"

no sound.

It looks like a wrong call, but it doesn't hang up.

Lin Jian frowned, thinking that something was wrong, and was about to take it down to check the caller ID before hanging up.

I never thought that the person on the phone would suddenly say, "See you, Lin."

The voice was unbearably hoarse, and it sounded a little drunk, and the speaker only knew how to pronounce his name.

Lin Jian recognized who it was in an instant, and he hung up neatly.

Two seconds later the phone rang again——

Lin Jian: "Are you sick?"

After finally being free, Fu Feibai who was about to come over to accompany him: "Fuck, why are you scolding me?"

Lin Jian quickly glanced at the caller ID, and "hissed": "I thought it was..."

"Who? Han Qiushi? He dares to call you? This forced me to take off his hand—"

Lin Jian looked down at the screen of another mobile phone that was broadcasting live, picked it up and said apologetically, "Sorry, let's continue tonight and go shopping with friends."

Half an hour later, Lin Jian and Fu Feibai walked on the fourth floor of the shopping mall, going back and forth.

"So what do we two old men have to go shopping? Clothes on the fourth floor are extremely expensive, and I don't have much money." Fu Feibai scratched his head.

Lin Jian suddenly remembered something, stopped in his tracks and stood where he was.

"Why are you?"

"There's something I seem to have forgotten to mention."

"There is nothing that can cause me to change my mood now, except winning the lottery, so I will talk about any surprises for another day."

"bingo."

Fu Feibai: "?"

Lin Jian: "I won Shu Deyuan's inheritance."

Although Fu Feibai really cared about money, the moment he heard this sentence, his first reaction was: "Shu Deyuan? When did he die?"

Fu Feibai and Lin Jian's friendship started after Lin Jian left Shu's house, but even a few words from Lin Jian and all kinds of hearsay from Lin Jian were enough to make him sick.

He once asked Lin Jian when he was drinking too much and asked him "the day will get better", he sneered and replied: "That can only be your father leaving early."

He was just angry. He never thought that his words would come true. The man who looked like a man in his prime actually left so quietly, as if the self-righteous situation in the mall for decades was in vain.

"do not know."

When did he die, Lin Jian didn't know and didn't want to know.

It's already dead in his heart.

"He actually left the inheritance to you?" Fu Feibai couldn't believe it.

Lin Jian said: "In the exchange with Sang Hui, I got nothing but a huge sum of money."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Fu Feibai and asked with a smile, "Is it super worth it?"

Then he was beaten by Fu Feibai as if he pinched his ears.

Lin Jian was playing games live for the first time, and he was not used to adjusting the interface, but luckily he got it right in the end.

He didn't play two days ago, but today he still waited for eight o'clock as usual, waiting for the boss to step online.

When someone asked him about the bullet screen, he explained that there was a very powerful person in the team, and it would not hurt to wait.

However, that person did not go online on time today, and was even more than 20 minutes late.

Fu Feibai went on a blind date and didn't come, only Lin Jian and the little anchor were there.

Just as the two of them were thinking about whether they should play a round first, the boss suddenly came again.

【Sorry, fell asleep after drinking some wine】

Lin Jian laughed: "Why don't you turn on the microphone?"

[throat hoarse]

Little host: "Something's not right lately, you. In the past two days, he came at eight o'clock every day, but no matter how I invite him, he won't join the team, or he will come in to have a look and then leave."

Lin Jian raised his eyebrows: "Are you disgusted?"

Little anchor: "Fuck! I'm so good at technology, which blind person despises me?!"

【let's start】

Little host: "Let's turn on, let's turn on, but typing is really awkward brother, I don't mind hearing your hoarse voice, please turn on the microphone."

【. 】

Lin Jian was considerate: "Forget it."

The clothes he bought with a huge sum of money two days ago were too ugly and eye-catching, and he had to change them out a long time ago.Now he changed into a white sportswear that was more in line with his aesthetics.

After two days of not fighting, Lin Jian was ready to show his strengths, so he had to play to his heart's content in the first round.

Just entered.

Lin Jian looked at the icon of the big boss who had been weird since skydiving and they were running in the completely opposite direction——

"Wrong way, turn back."

The icon on the small map suddenly turned around, and ran towards them again.

Lin Jian felt a little strange, but didn't take it to heart.

Had no idea this was just the beginning.

But after only 2 minutes, he fully realized the problem.

"Let's go, let's look at the other side,"

The boss ran around for a while——

The little anchor quickly sealed a cigarette and shouted at Mai: "Hurry up and withdraw!"

The smoke cleared, Lin Jian ran away hand in hand with the little anchor, and with a glance, he found another icon still running around in place.

Something is wrong--

After a second.

[NIHAOCAI killed HHHBFBZ with a headshot with his fist]

【Sorry, died out of nowhere】

Lin Jian:?

Little anchor:!

The author has something to say:

来了，NO.19的。感谢在2021-03-1814:33:01~2021-03-1923:29:48期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: axilyvixx, pomelo 1 in one copy;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 18 bottles of big iron heads; bone pomelo. 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!