Dead after eight years [rebirth]

Cheng Shuibei woke up on the broken sofa in the morning.

He twisted his sore neck, which was almost stiff, washed his face under the faucet where his neighbor was watering the flowers, found a public restroom, looked in the mirror, adjusted his appearance, and left the alley before Cheng Nan and Cheng Wenqiu got up.

When he left, he pushed the broken sofa back to the garbage dump.

go home.

In his previous life, Cheng Shuibei had a relationship with his mother and stepfather until he was 16 years old and went out to live by himself. Later, he got involved with Zhang Ci'an and went to live with him in Yunan as a matter of course.

He also studied in Yunan University.

Cheng Shuibei doesn't have the inhuman genius brain like Zhang Ci'an, his college entrance examination results are neither good nor bad, and his university is just an ordinary law major in an ordinary school.

Then after graduating from university, he found an office to hang out with a senior he knew well.

Cheng Shuibei felt that although he was not as good as Zhang Ci'an, it would be easy for him to find a job and survive in 2005 with the skills he had learned in his previous life.

With such a belief in mind, Cheng Shuibei marched aggressively towards the well-known local office in Jiangshuo in his impression.

In the morning, Cheng Shuibei went to four places, from the office to the community, he tried all the places that have nothing to do with the law.

But I didn't expect that they were all stuck at the same link - the ID card.

Cheng Shuibei didn't know why he was here, he didn't know what he was doing, and where did he get his ID card to prove his identity?

So even if he recited his ID number like a flower proficiently, he could only look at the system interface where there was no such person, and then he was kicked out under the eyes of the guards looking at him like a fool, and was almost challenged. In the name of the incident, I sent it to the police station.

Without an ID card, all the serious ways Cheng Shuibei could think of to go to work were blocked.

He didn't know if he would be arrested as a fugitive if he rushed to the police station and confessed that he died in 2021, he could only wander back to the west of the city in a daze.

Old man Zhang was bending over to sort out his dusty unsellable storybook, and Cheng Shuibei stood in front of the stove where tea and eggs were boiled, hungry and hungry after being smoked by the steam for a long time. Powerful - he suddenly realized.

"Master, let me help you with the work!"

Cheng Shuibei picked up the kettle and started pouring tons and tons of water into the pot where the tea eggs were boiled, as attentive as he could be.

Old man Zhang saw this young man who knew Cheng Nan's family again, and his temper improved a lot. He patted Cheng Shuibei's shoulder with a smile: "Old man, I don't have any wages for you!"

"It's okay, just give me something to eat and a place to sleep."

Cheng Shuibei thought it over, the most urgent thing is to find a place to stay.

He can't sign a job, so it's definitely not good to sign a contract for renting a house. It's better to stay with old man Zhang, make a living, and plan carefully in the future.

It's close to home, and I can meet Cheng Nan.

Cheng Shuibei and Zhang Laotou talked about their situation and thoughts, removed the part where they had died once, and additionally emphasized the pitiful situation that they could not live happily without food or drink. By the way, they boasted about their working ability and threatened not to Salary, eat two packs of instant noodles a day, and sleep in the newsstand at night.

After listening to the old man Zhang, he didn't know whether he believed it or not. He slapped Cheng Shuibei's back hard and pushed him to the back of the newsstand: "Eat quickly, and bring the boxed lunch here after eating."

On the foam box at the back of the newsstand was a delicious fried rice with eggs. Xiao Cheng swallowed, and turned to look at old man Zhang. He had already turned on the radio leisurely and sang along, quite like an old leader.

Is this agreed?

Cheng Shuibei didn't dare to think about it, he squatted in the corner and devoured the egg fried rice, put the disposable chopsticks on the foam lunch box and threw it into the trash can, clapped his hands, and packed it in the box next to him The boxed lunch was delivered to old man Zhang.

At twelve o'clock, it's time for lunch.

In 2005, the takeaway boy hadn’t been running all over the street yet. The small newspaper kiosk opened by Mr. Zhang on the streets of the downtown area was the best choice for the passing workers to settle their lunch.

Cheng Shuibei took out the boxed lunches wholesaled by the old man from the large insulated foam box, and stacked them on the simple table by category.

After all, he is still thin-skinned, and he tried to yell out several times, but he didn't yell out. In the end, he could only rely on old man Zhang's broken horn to yell "Packed lunch box lunch, there are three or five yuan", and he silently collected money and packed it into bags. , Lay out boxed lunches, and accompany smiling faces.

Old man Zhang didn't despise him, so Cheng Shuibei did this job very piously and conscientiously, and even wiped off the soup spilled on the table after selling the lunch box.

"Not bad," Old Zhang looked approvingly at Cheng Shuibei who was putting his head away from the foldable table, "Young man, what's your name?"

Cheng Shuibei didn't raise his head: "My name is Cheng Shuibei, you can call me Xiao Cheng..."

Cheng Shuibei realized that this title was not very appropriate until he was halfway through his speech.

In his previous life at the law firm, he was used to his seniors calling him "Xiao Cheng", but old man Zhang still had an "Old Cheng" in his mouth, and "Xiao Cheng" should belong to Cheng Nan.

"Call me Xiao Bei."

Cheng Shuibei raised his head and smiled at the sun.

Old man Zhang nodded thoughtfully: "Xiaobei, if you're still hungry, go eat some instant noodles."

"Master, I'm not hungry, have you eaten yet?"

After Cheng Shuibei finished putting away the table, he took a rag and wiped it everywhere, for fear that old man Zhang would dislike him for not being diligent enough to drive him out.

Cheng Shuibei finished the fried rice with eggs that old man Zhang had prepared for him. Of course, he hadn't eaten yet.

After being reminded by Cheng Shuibei, old man Zhang took off the apron around his waist, and he seemed to be leaving for a while.

"Xiao Bei, look at the stall. I'm going home to eat something. The box lunch is too greasy. The old man can't eat these anymore when he is old."

Old man Zhang pointed to all kinds of instant noodles on the wall of the newsstand, and after confirming that Cheng Shuibei had the ability to look after the small newsstand of a few square meters, he walked tremblingly towards the west with a water bottle and a purse on his shoulders.

Just after noon, the sun was very bright, there were few pedestrians on the road, and few people came to buy things.

Cheng Shuibei packed up and lay down on old man Zhang's rocking chair, ready to squat for a while.

The sun shines on the face through the big blue parasol with mineral water advertisements printed on it, and Cheng Shuibei feels extremely satisfied just lying down with his tired body.

His body has been ravaged by Zhang Ci'an first, then ran around to let the sun bask in it, and then helped old man Zhang with his work, he is really exhausted.

Cheng Shuibei didn't squint for a while, and a few children from cram schools who bought water and ice cream came one after another to wake him up from his sleep. After working for a while, old man Zhang came back with something in his arms up.

Xiao Cheng spread out the six yuan and fifty cents for selling things and handed them to old man Zhang. Old man Zhang smiled, took only one yuan and fifty cents, and stuffed a bag of things in his arms to Cheng Shuibei.

"Xiaobei, take the money and go to the bathhouse on the other side of the street to take a bath. These are the clothes my son left at home and you should be able to wear them. Go!"

The place that old man Zhang pointed to was the public bathhouse in the business district, five yuan for adults and half price for children.

Seeing the old man turning around and busy, Cheng Shuibei felt sour.

He really wanted to take a good bath, the traces made by Zhang Ci'an hadn't been cleaned up, and he had been busy working under the sun for a whole day. In the past, he would have been disgusted by Professor Zhang, who was obsessed with cleanliness.

Cheng Shuibei no longer refused, took the things and walked towards the public bathhouse in his memory.

Cheng Shuibei soaked in the bathhouse for a full two hours, until the old man in charge of slippers urged him with a loud voice before he came out slowly.

He changed into the clothes prepared by old man Zhang, and folded his crumpled white shirt ready to take it back for washing—this was the last piece of clothing he wore before his death.

It was only when Cheng Shuibei was packing his trousers that he discovered the reason why old man Zhang was so "careful"—his high-grade light gray trousers were stained with indescribable white and stained with blood.

He was wearing such a pair of pants, running back and forth all day.