Sword and Magic and Taxi

Yawning, he slapped the alarm clock with a slap, and slammed back the jingle that was about to ring. Zhao Mai has already developed agility and quick response, and is also very sensitive to time. He will never let the alarm clock really ring . It's 2:30 in the morning and he's been working on his book and hasn't slept at all. Next door lived a pair of light-sleeping elderly people, still very irritable. If the alarm clock does go off, you will have to complain the next day.

The alarm clock is the last resort, in case he forgets the agreement. In fact, what is really powerful is his own biological species. He never misses what time he feels, and he never misses anything blindfolded for a few seconds. Washing his face with cold water, and taking another sip of the iced drink, Zhao Mai felt that he had come back from the fantasy world of writing a book. He rests during the day, codes in the evening, and is a car driver at night. The alarm clock he ordered is to prevent himself from missing the car appointment. After all, a bad review may make him earn less tips.

His original name was Zhao Yimai, and obtaining it means a single pass. Later, family planning was released, and his parents gave him a pair of twin brothers and sisters, so he was renamed Zhao Mai. Originally, the three bedrooms and one living room at home couldn't accommodate so many people, so he rented a house outside to live by himself. Because he couldn't get used to the fat face of the manager of the unit, Zhao Mai completed the process of graduation, employment and unemployment in less than a year. With a strong nature, he didn't want to ask his parents for help, so he concealed the fact that he fired his boss and tried every means to support himself.

He has a car. As for the model, it is up to whether there will be a sponsor after reading this book. After all, it is anyone's guess what will become popular and how the advertisement will be placed. There was nothing strange about this car. The four-wheeled car was a belated adult gift that his father had saved from the furnishing expenses of his daughter and second son when he got his driver's license in his third year of junior high school. My parents told Zhao Mai at the time that because of having a younger brother and younger sister, they cared less about him unknowingly. However, Zhao Mai is already an adult, and according to foreign sayings, he can stand on his own, and excessive care will affect his life. Parents who watch foreign TV shows give their children a car, and they are no exception. So this car became Zhao Mai's treasure.

This car will last until the end of the book, longer than the Lord of the Rings in the fantasy masterpiece Lord of the Rings. Given that the title is Sword, Sorcery, and Taxi, is there really no sponsor?

If not, then the name of this car is THE CHE, and all letters should be capitalized, indicating that this is a proper noun, and it is more unique. In case a sponsor decides to support it, the author can also use full-text search The replacement function is convenient, eh.

Zhao Mai has no other skills, except writing books. Although it won't be a big hit-maybe in the future-but it can still be seen, and it can barely earn enough to chew grains (that is, rations). He likes swords and sorcery and things like that, so he's basically a fantasy writer. If he had improved his Chinese and knew more characters when he was in school, he might have written fantasy or fairy tales.

Writing a book requires imagination, and coupled with the living conditions of a single dog, Zhao Mai sometimes talks to himself in his mind, which is equivalent to writing while talking. If it’s in the world of cross talk, it’s called stand-up comedy; if it’s a movie, it’s called voice-over or narration; if it’s in the second dimension, it’s the bubble dialog box with text circled on the top of the character’s head. From the perspective of writing, this is called expressing the psychological activities of the characters, enriching the character image of the characters, increasing the reader's sense of substitution, and making complaints about the number of words.

Closer to home. Since writing a book is at the level of being incomplete, and living only enough for food and clothing, so if I want to improve my life, I have to earn some pocket money by driving a special car. He especially enjoys the wee to wee hours of the morning business. He can code in the first half of the night, and drive in the second half of the night. At this time, there are fewer cars, fewer people, and less exhaust gas on the road. Most of them are people who are catching trains and planes. If you can say a few auspicious words, be a life mentor, pour them a few mouthfuls of half-salty chicken soup for the soul, and coax them into a good mood, you may earn extra tips. Another important reason is that after work is over in the morning, you can buy a delicious breakfast, warm and fragrant millet porridge with oily steamed buns, which can greatly improve your sleep quality after eating.

The customer I picked up today—why is this sentence so strange—is an old man with a Mediterranean hairstyle, and a finger-length white hair surrounded by age spots that resemble a map. Although his body is thin and his knuckles protrude, he is in good spirits, his eyes are bright, and he doesn't feel tired from driving in the middle of the night.

It's the first time I've seen an elderly person who is catching a flight in the middle of the night still be so energetic. How old are you, old man?

Four hundred and twenty-eight years old. The old man's voice was full of magnetism and full of energy. If he went to Shangengen Square to sing popular songs, he would definitely beat the crowd.

You don't follow the Taoist algorithm, sixty days count as one year old? Zhao Mai's flattering chicken soup hurriedly delivered: You have such a good attitude, you can make jokes with young people like me, and you have indeed reached the age to do whatever you want.

You still know this allusion, it's not easy. What kind of books do you usually read?

It's good to have a topic, as long as the conversation starts, Zhao Mai can keep up with any subject matter. Read all kinds of books. Those that gain knowledge, insight, insight, and happiness. There are too many books in this world. There is nothing to choose when you come across which one to read. But the ability to distinguish good from bad is still If you want, it's like driving to see the passengers. I won't pick up those with fierce eyes, trance, and smell of alcohol. It's not enough troublesome money. I'm willing to greet an old man like you. Nothing else Say, I can drive very steadily, even people with motion sickness can't feel it.

That's true. The old man nodded, looked Zhao Mai up and down, and twirled the corner of his mouth with his thumb, like a gourmet seeing exquisite dishes. Young man, how much money do you make driving a month?

I haven't really thought about it. Driving a private car is not my main business. I'm not afraid of your jokes. I write books on the Internet and live off my fans. If it's just about earning money, it's not as good as a taxi driver. And I hate traffic jams, so it’s a waste of life, isn’t it? So how much money can I earn if I only accept the taxi orders at this time?”

Young people write books, which is very good. What kind of books are you writing about?

This old man is more talkative than Zhao Mai imagined, and he actually knows what fantasy is. It's not ambiguous if you talk about elves, dwarves, and dragons. Zhao Mai wouldn't be surprised at all if he was someone of the same age who was fifty years younger, but seeing his gray hair, where did the legendary generation gap go?

Don't look at me with such strange eyes in the mirror, it's very impolite. I'm a translator, and I've spent most of my life translating foreign literature for a living, so I've seen as many miscellaneous things as you. My son is currently working in a publishing house , from time to time, I will bring some books that I want to get the batch number back to work overtime, and I will read them for him, so I know more. The two of us are destined to meet, I see you...

Before the bones were surprised, Zhao Mai's phone rang before he finished speaking. The ringtone was a very passionate march, which felt a bit like a military parade. Both otaku and taxi drivers have the obsessive-compulsive disorder of never see the battery light turn red, so as long as they are not talking, the phone will always be charged.

Taking a glance, I found that it was my sister who called, and a big picture of her was still dangling with the ringtone. Zhao Mai used to be able to be called Zhao Yimai, which shows how casual his parents chose their names. After this tradition continued, Zhao Mai's younger brother was called Zhao Xiaofeng, and Zhao Mai's younger sister was called Zhao Xiaoluan—both birds anyway.

It's past four o'clock in the morning, when the lazy little sister should be sleeping soundly, why did she call? Zhao Mai said to the old man in the car: Sorry, I have to answer this call. There may be something urgent. I will use hands-free for driving safety. Please don't open your mouth, old man. My family doesn't know that I drive a special car in the middle of the night. Please keep it a secret for me.

The old man blinked, made a movement of zipping his mouth tight, and then leaned back on the seat back to doze off.

The younger sister's voice was very low. It seemed that she was calling secretly from hiding. It was most likely a toilet. Brother, keep your voice down, I'll hide in the bathroom and call you. Dad is sick, chronic kidney failure, has reached the point of needing a kidney replacement, and is now undergoing dialysis.

A thunderbolt from the blue sky exploded in Zhao Mai's head, his hands trembled, and the car shook. Quickly came back to his senses, took a few deep breaths, and asked quickly: How do you know, are you sure?

Yesterday, I found that my mother's eyes were red, and she seemed to have cried. At that time, I asked her and she didn't say anything. Later, my younger brother accidentally saw my mother crying secretly while looking at some documents. We thought that my father had someone else outside, so we took advantage of my mother to buy vegetables. When I went there, I opened the drawer and took a peek, only to find out that it was my father’s diagnosis and medical records. Brother, what should I do? I checked the Internet and found that this disease is very painful, and I need to go to the hospital for dialysis regularly, and only a kidney transplant can cure it.”

Chronic renal failure is commonly known as uremia at an advanced stage, and the safest treatment is a kidney transplant. But there are not so many kidneys that can be replaced, so we can only wait in line slowly in the hospital. The maintenance therapy is dialysis, which uses machines instead of kidneys to remove toxins accumulated in the blood, which is very painful and expensive.

If I can have a lot of money, maybe I can think of other ways to help my father get rid of his illness as soon as possible. But I don't have a serious job, and my younger brother and younger sister are in junior high school, and when it's time to spend money, the family certainly can't come up with such a sum of money.

Little sister, I understand. I will transfer all the money I have to my family, and then I will think of a way. You and your brother will take care of your parents at home. Don't let them worry about it. You two should study hard and spend less money. Don't worry about it. Let the adults worry about it, so that they can maintain a better mood. No matter what, Dad's treatment can't be stopped, understand?

The younger sister sobbed in a low voice and agreed in a low voice.

There is my eldest brother and me at home. You two must do your own thing first, that is, study. Listen to me now, turn off the phone and go to bed, wake up in the morning and be a good and filial child, both of you must be, understand ?

I see, brother, take care of yourself.

Then the phone hung up.

The carriage became silent for a while, and anyone who encountered such a thing would fall into a moment of depression.

Young man, are you okay? There are no obstacles in the world, and difficulties can always be overcome slowly.

I know. Zhao Mai said: There will be no problems at home for a while, but Dad has suffered a serious crime this time. Alas, Mom always wants to bear the burden of her strong temper. She must be the most uncomfortable.

This disease can be cured, so it's not a matter of the sky falling. The old man said to him in a comforting tone: An old friend of mine said that any trouble that can be solved with money is not trouble.

But isn't lack of money the biggest trouble? Zhao Mai forced a smile, and said, If I have 1.8 million now, how can I find a relationship so that Dad can have the operation earlier and avoid those bits and pieces? better treatment, better recuperation conditions, which one does not cost money? But you are right, this is not a hopeless situation, after all, it is a disease that can be treated. Elderly, if you have any Take care of the money-making work.

If there is fate, there will be no problem. When the old man spoke, the pale green light in his eyes flashed away. Mr. Driver has calmed down and looked ahead intently, not aware of this scene.