Abyss Train

Chapter 790 Reset·Reset to Zero丨Two Tickets for the Living

Foreword:

Time is an illusion that deceives human memory.

June 3, 2048.

Jiang Xueming is a person who lives a simple life.

Gender: male, likes females.

I am 46 years old and have been working in Hong Kong. I want to find some meaningful fun in my retirement life which is who knows how many years ahead of time - so as to avoid the useless feeling of having both sons and daughters and facing the useless old age with both cats and dogs in the useless middle-aged state.

He worked as a cashier at a braised food shop at Hung Hom MTR station and occasionally did odd jobs at a toy store on Kwong Wah Street.

If you also take this subway, you should be able to see this person in the small shop near the ticket gate of the subway.

He is nearly 1.8 meters tall and finally tore up his military disability certificate on Xiaohongshu. Under the coercion and inducement of his wife, he went to the Milan Fashion Week twelve years ago and walked on the catwalk with his good looks. He was considered a super male model - he often ate meat, eggs and dairy products, and could not stop exercising.

When facing guests, he is still a smiling boy, with occasional stubble on his face and wrinkles that make him look like a traveler after a cosmetic surgery.

If there were no guests, he would look as happy as ever, as if he was enjoying life all the time - waiting for his wife, who was a kindergarten teacher at work, to come back by bus, then meeting at the subway station, and walking home slowly hand in hand.

But today, I can’t seem to enjoy my life any more.

Because he received two counterfeit bills -

——To be exact, they were two tickets that looked very much like banknotes. Both the thickness of the ticket and the texture of the paper looked very much like a thousand-yuan bill.

When night falls, the lights in the subway station gradually go out, with only a little light from the security lights spreading towards the exit.

Xueming put on his glasses and finally saw the two tickets clearly, and quickly caught the culprit.

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey!"

"Dad! Hi hi hi!" Jiang Zhengyang approached his father and tried to get closer to him: "It's just a joke! It's just a joke!"

Xueming was not in a good mood. He took off his apron, put his hands on his hips, and looked at his son with a stern face.

Zhengyang looks almost exactly the same as he did when he was young. He is already 23 years old and is a handsome young man.

"Are you kidding?" Jiang Xueming cleaned up the stall while beating up the child in a bad mood: "Every time you come to me on your own initiative, there is no good news. This time you have caused too much trouble."

"I want you to study law, but if you don't listen, I won't force you."

"After all, you are you and I am me. We are two independent people—"

"——You can do whatever you want. I support you, but you can't commit crimes or commit adultery."

"Zhengyang. Hey!"

Jiang Zhengyang was still helping to close the stall. When he heard his father mumbling these words, he suddenly threw dozens of pairs of disposable chopsticks to the ground.

The second son could not bear this grievance, and he would vent his anger on the spot. When he was angry, he would immediately say -

"——I just wanted to see what happened to you!"

Jiang Xueming was not angry. He was nearly fifty years old, and what he couldn't let go of the most were these little treasures. He took back the chopsticks little by little and kept bending down to pick up things.

Jiang Zhengyang immediately changed his expression and got rid of his angry state - just like his mother, his emotions changed very quickly.

"Hey!~ I fell down by myself, and I will solve the troubles I caused by myself, Dad."

Jiang Xueming patted the second young master's shoulder with a smile.

"it is good."

After the stalls were cleared, Jiang Xueming put the two tickets back on the counter.

Jiang Zhengyang then talked about his real purpose -

"——Dad, I want to drive the Koenigsegg to the Transportation Department."

Jiang Xueming didn't quite understand what he heard. To be honest, he didn't know much about cars.

Koenigsegg is a Swedish car brand that primarily produces supercars.

Jiang Zhengyang has just passed the exam and been admitted as a clerk in the First Transportation Bureau. He is also the key target of Aohen Mingde's government system.

Xue Ming first skillfully used Internet tools to check what Koenigsegg was - to be honest, he also thought he was quite unsophisticated, but he didn't expect the second young master to have such an idea.

"What the hell?" The middle-aged man was shocked: "Jiang Zhengyang, what do you think?"

"No! Don't reject me first!" Jiang Zhengyang hurriedly stopped her: "Think about it first and listen to my explanation first."

"Don't explain, I've thought it through." Jiang Xueming was particularly anxious today -

——It wasn’t just the little scare brought by the Second Young Master.

Many years ago, FE204863 once said that on June , , an event that would determine the survival of human civilization might occur.

The combination of these two conditions caused him a lot of mental damage.

Jiang Zhengyang said: "Really, listen to my explanation."

"Let me explain it for you." Jiang Xueming said bluntly, explaining all the answers: "You are the son of a gunsmith. You have privileges. Even if you don't need them, someone will bring them to you."

"Our family is not short of money now, and you are not short of status. There will definitely be many girls who want to pursue you in the future - these are all tests."

"I'm sorry, Zhengyang, since you fell from Xiaoqi's belly, you can't be an ordinary person."

"What car do you want to buy?"

Zhengyang whispered, "CCXR, of course. Jesko is also fine."

"You've picked it? That's worth tens of millions." Jiang Xueming took a breath, then quickly regained his composure: "It's hard to buy it with pyroxene currency - do you know what this means? You drive a Koenigsegg to work at the Transportation Bureau?"

Zheng Yang replied ignorantly: "Yes, so I came here to ask for your opinion, didn't I?"

  "Yes, of course." Jiang Xueming suddenly nodded and agreed.

Zhengyang was delighted: "Really?"

Jiang Xueming: "You are my son, of course you can do this, no one dares to question you."

Jiang Zhengyang felt something was wrong, so he asked, "Is there a price? That's what I'm worried about. What if there's trouble?"

"There must be a price, Second Young Master." Jiang Xueming quickly changed his words: "Oh no! You are my second father, and I am your son - let's switch identities."

Jiang Zhengyang didn't quite understand, so he had to grab his father's sleeve and ask him to explain the price in detail.

"If you want to work in a place with clear hierarchy," Jiang Xueming took out a cigarette and handed one to his son. "You must know the rules of survival there and people's living conditions - you must understand how to adapt to the environment."

"You can drive a Koenigsegg to work, but when you first get in, you're just a temporary clerk."

"If you buy a supercar worth 20 or 30 million, no one will be jealous of you, or even have the thought of envy."

"But as long as you enter the parking space of the government building and step on the accelerator a little harder, or park your car improperly or not straightly, you will know what the price is."

"All your shortcomings will be infinitely magnified because you are the son of a gunsmith."

"You are taking advantage of the privileges left to you by your family and acting recklessly - even if you never think so, you are just spending your family's money, what's wrong with that?"

"Colleagues in the same office think you are flamboyant. If you explain, it's just speciousness. If you keep silent, it's admitting you are in the wrong."

"You obviously don't need this job. You can live a good life even if you just stay at home and wait for death - just because you want to find a class, you come to experience life at the grassroots level."

"Your leader wants you to be more restrained. Of course, you don't have to follow the rules. This is the price to pay."

"Is there any solution, Dad?" Jiang Zhengyang still did not give up: "I just want to drive, I like driving."

Jiang Xueming: "How is your elder brother now?"

"He went to Galahad for further studies, in the military academy." Talking about Jiang Bai, Zhengyang frowned again, because his elder brother seemed to be better than him in every way: "Let's not talk about him."

Jiang Xueming: "Are you jealous of Dabai too?"

"Hmm" Jiang Zhengyang nodded reluctantly, but he knew that his father had no intention of being partial.

Jiang Xueming: "You can drive a cheaper car to the Transportation Department. It's not a bad thing to like driving."

Jiang Zhengyang: “Ah?”

Jiang Xueming spread his hands and shrugged.

"The cheaper the better. No one will say you are uneducated and arrogant. Even if you park your car in the wrong place and block the boss's car, the boss will just call you and say this--"

"——Second Young Master, my dear Second Young Master, are you free? Please help me move the car, or I will call your father to complain."

Jiang Zhengyang was surprised and asked, "Is this true?"

"If you respect others, they will respect you, Zhengyang." Jiang Xueming whispered very quietly, almost close to the ear of the Second Young Master: "Have you told Xiaoqi about this? Didn't she hit you?"

Jiang Zhengyang: "How dare I!"

To be honest, the corporal punishment of a mother is much more severe than that of a father.

For such disobedient children, Xiao Qi usually drags them directly to the stage to solve their ideological problems. This is very traditional.

"The boss likes you guys very much." Jiang Xueming said bluntly: "Zhengyang, if you really do this - your salary is not enough to buy a car for the time being, and you have to work hard for two years to barely make a down payment. The good cat will only think you are wronged."

"Not only does it feel wronged, your colleagues in the department also feel wronged, and your leaders will think that you are too frugal."

"If you drive a 40,000-yuan scooter to work, people will think you're just pretending to be cool, and no one will dare to touch you, not even your boss."

"You are the son of a war hero. Who would like to hear a story about a hero shedding blood and tears, while his children have to continue to suffer? If the Crazy Butterfly Saint Church still existed, they would definitely be so happy that they couldn't sleep - because you will soon be controlled by your inner demons and devote yourself to evil causes."

"So I say, either you don't go to work at the Transportation Department, or you find your place and have some idea of ​​what's going on."

In the family, Xueming is actually more like a mother. He prefers to reason with the children and tries his best to meet the needs of these babies - because he didn't have it when he was a child, he always finds a way to make up for it in another way.

Jiang Zhengyang finally nodded. At first, he asked Aunt Hong, and Aunt Hong said the same thing, which was almost the same as the answer given by his father.

"It's so complicated." Jiang Xueming: "I think your eldest brother is very smart, because he joined the army - bullets and guns don't cost much, and most importantly, people also want to see my children inherit my mantle, which is what everyone wants."

Jiang Zhengyang was anxious: "You clearly said that my brain is better than his!"

"So being clever is not wisdom, Zhengyang." Jiang Xueming tapped the second young master's temple: "Dabai only made the right choice once and avoided a lot of trouble, but because of a little desire, you racked your brains to find a way to solve a problem that you can't complete - this is difficult, I know it is difficult, it is difficult to overcome desire, you must be brave."

"all in all."

Jiang Xueming took the half-smoked cigarette out of the second young master's mouth, preventing the boy from smoking too much, at least not in front of him.

"You can come to me if you have any troubles or difficulties, but I will help the right people, not the relatives. Do you still want to go back to work?"

Jiang Zhengyang nodded thoughtfully: "Yeah"

Jiang Xueming: "Can you help me take some kitchen waste? I'm going out from Exit C. If you want to go to the Cross-Harbour Tunnel at Hung Hom, you should go to Exit D, which is closer to the garbage truck."

The two parted ways without saying goodbye.

The next subway came, but Xiaoqi did not show up as expected - Xueming's heart finally died down, as his wife seemed to have changed her mode of transportation to go home.

The person who walked out of the subway isolation door was FE204863——

——The difference in their ages gradually narrowed, and they almost looked the same.

"Oh!" Sixty-three saw the two tickets on the counter and quickly took back the counterfeit money in his hand: "I don't remember coming here?"

"My second young master is joking with me." Jiang Xueming didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What's this?"

"I asked Xiaoqi to take a taxi home in advance." Sixty-three wore reading glasses, picked up the diary, and muttered: "This can avoid angina pectoris caused by high blood lipids. She hasn't had a physical examination for four months. The last time she took the panacea was six years ago. She needs a rest. Recently, she has been teaching two classes in the kindergarten. She is getting more and more motivated. It seems that her maternal instinct has exploded. Women are really strange."

Jiang Xueming: "She has bad living habits, I know that."

Sixty-three put down the paper and pen and leaned against the counter.

"So now that I'm here, number 31, I might need a little help. Before we get down to business, how about we have a little fun?"

Jiang Xueming: "Chat?"

Sixty-three: "Just chatting, or going out for a walk is fine."

"Talking while walking?"

"All right, you decide."

After closing the gate of the beef offal stall, Xueming put on a baseball cap and walked out of the subway station with Liushisan.

——Bai Lu held an umbrella early in the morning, as if she had been waiting for a long time.

"elder brother"

My sister is also middle-aged. Although she has taken good care of herself, her cheeks have become a little sunken. When she saw Liushisan and Jiang Xueming walking out together, she suddenly felt at a loss.

"Ah? You two."

Sixty-three took the umbrella from Bailu with a smile: "Thank you! Thank you! Let's go to the convenience store and buy another one!"

Before Bai Lu could ask anything, the old man and the "other old man" walked away.

"Hey! Are you coming home for dinner?!" Bai Lu yelled, "I'll call Aunt Mei! Should I save some soup for you?"

Sixty-three responded: "Of course, of course! Very quickly!"

The rain swept away the dust on the streets, and the police aircraft were on duty at night, passing through the layers of three-dimensional traffic lines.

——In order to solve the congestion problem, viaducts were built layer by layer, like a spider web. The traffic followed the swarm of food delivery drones flying through the sky, and low howls were heard from between the buildings.

The colorful neon lights illuminated sixty-three colorful hairs, with a lot of white hair sticking out from the back of the head.

The WALKMAN player started reading the tape, which made the old man hold it tightly and talked about some irrelevant trivialities.

"Coach Ke died last year?"

"Yes, he lived for more than a hundred years. He died in his dream. There was no pain. It was a happy funeral. I secretly went to the funeral, and my disciples and grandchildren were dancing on the grave. Everyone was very happy."

"Where's Mr. Luca?"

"He passed away ten years ago. Mr. Luca was in poor health."

A song from 5 came from the Walkman. The song was called "Return to Zero" and was written by Sandy Lam. The album was called "Reset" - for the -year-old Hong Kong queen of pop, the F range of this song was quite difficult and posed a severe challenge.

Jiang Xueming exclaimed: "She can really sing."

Sixty-three also sighed: "People are willing to stick to the careers they love for their entire lives, bursting out with unimaginable vitality."

Bai Lu also staggered after them. She had bought a new umbrella, but she didn't want to disturb her two brothers - she knew Liu Shisan's story, and it was one of the few times they had met in her life, so she just walked quietly behind Xue Ming.

Walk to Victoria Harbour and to the seaside.

Sixty-three finally got down to business—

"——I need you to help me. Use your spirit power after unlocking the lock to help me complete a more difficult task and quell a greater disaster in time and space."

Jiang Xueming: "What do you want me to do?"

"I don't have the heart to disturb your retirement life, but there is nothing I can do." Sixty-three said helplessly, "I will come back to find you in 24 years - it should be 2072."

Jiang Xueming: "Why? Why does it take so long?"

"You are not strong enough yet. You need to start rehabilitation from now on and fully master every soul power attribute after unlocking the lock. You need to gradually adapt to this change." Sixty-three apologized: "I'm really sorry. When the time comes, use these two tickets to find me somewhere else—"

After leaving the ticket, Regret Medicine turned the lock cylinder, and it turned into a huge clock face again.

“—Remember to get in the car.”

Sixty-three disappeared.

Bai Lu followed her brother and it became difficult to talk after walking for a while, so she simply put away her umbrella and squeezed next to Xue Ming.

"What other stories do you want to hear this time?"

Jiang Xueming didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This little sister was already in her forties, but she was still the leader of the crazy melon-eating group.

"How should I know?~ Just take it one step at a time!"

Bai Lu: "Does it have to be far?"

Jiang Xueming: "It should be quite far."

Bai Lu: "Can you come back?"

Jiang Xueming: "Courage can defeat evil!"

Bai Lu scratched her head with an embarrassed look on her face: "Hehe!"

"You have a partner." Jiang Xueming just started.

Bai Lu interrupted directly: "Don't talk about this! Do I need someone to push a wheelchair and take care of me to live with my missing limbs?"

"Stop scolding Teacher Victor." Jiang Xueming said in a low voice.

When walking back to the Bu family mansion, I happened to see a motorcycle with sparks flying from its rear wheel, rushing out of the courtyard.

——That was Liuxing’s eldest daughter. Xueming recognized the white hair, which was the same as Ah Xing’s after she was given blood.

This rebellious girl seemed to have no intention of finishing her meal with her family, and rushed to the coastal road to make noise on a rainy day.

Liuxing chased out, holding the bowl of rice, still chewing food. He hadn't changed at all.

"Oh! She's become more capable! I picked up some food for her! She actually got angry!"

3301 also chased out, complaining non-stop: "She said no bitter melon, no bitter melon, no bitter melon! You heard it once or twice and didn't listen! You put it in her bowl for the third time, she will definitely be angry! You didn't listen carefully at all!"

"Hey! Wait! I'll chase her on a motorcycle too!" Liu Xing had no idea that he had been a father for more than ten years and was ready to have a life-and-death race with his daughter.

"Brother Ming?!" Ah Xing rode his motorcycle to the door and happened to run into Xue Ming.

Xue Mingliang showed two tickets——

“—It’s coming again!”

"Fuck!" Liu Xing's eyes lit up. His daughter stopped chasing him and took one of the bills to take a closer look: "A bill from October 2072? How did you get it? What is this?"

"There's new fun!" Xueming spread his hands and was about to shake his fist with his good brother to celebrate, "Let's go on an adventure together!"

Bu Liuxing didn't hesitate at all. He held his companion's fingers tightly in the pouring rain and pressed them against his hot palms - he wanted to chop all the dullness into dry wood to start a fire.

"Yeah!~ Again! Again! Again!"

Then he passed out, just like his mother died suddenly.

It was so fast that Teacher Sansan had no time to help.

Xueming whispered to comfort her -

"——Teacher San San, at least you don't have to deal with two speeding enthusiasts at the same time, and you don't have to take care of two immature children at the same time."

Back at the restaurant, Jiang Xueming told every family member, including Aunt Ayumi, about the train tickets.

Everyone was busy eating, not paying attention to what would happen 24 years later. Only Liuxing's little daughter didn't quite understand what was going on. The seven-year-old suddenly shouted something.

"Hello, Uncle Gunsmith!"

Jiang Xueming was full of energy and responded with a smile: "Hello to you too!"

He sat back in his seat, looking at the ticket in his hand, and no longer had any bold ideas -

——Even if the sky falls, people’s lives must go on.