ID number 019

Chen Yang went to bed early, woke up early, and swiped his phone on the bed before dawn. He thought of the microblog he had applied for the day before yesterday, logged in and checked, and the published trip to Xiaoyin Island was still there.

It's just that no one cares.

Chen Yang suspected that his account was blocked, so he tried to like and comment on a food blogger, and it was fine.

"Chao Jian." Chen Yang called the boy beside him and pushed his arm, "Wake up."

A dissatisfied sound of being woken up came from the boy's throat, and his slender hands picked up the quilt to cover his head.

This is not the first time this person has acted childishly. Chen Yang was not surprised. He leaned over and asked through the quilt, "Do you have Weibo?"

There was no movement in the quilt.

Chen Yang tugged at the quilt, and an impatient hoarse voice came from inside: "No, I want to sleep, don't disturb me."

There was no other way, so Chen Yang looked for the answer in another way. He copied a section of his trip to Xiaoyin Island, pasted it to a netizen, and it disappeared as soon as he refreshed it.

After that, Chen Yang left messages everywhere: I have novels on Weibo, like fairy tales.

A few fish were caught by casting a wide net, and they all left messages under Chen Yangfa's Sanlian Bridge sign.

--Where is it?

--At this point in time to deceive people, whether it is the loss of morality or the distortion of human nature.

--Fellow townsman, blame Shuli?

--I actually clicked on such a perfunctory ad. All night can really turn people into idiots. Let alone, I...continue to be an idiot. I am an idiot and I am happy.

The trip to Xiaoyin Island was highlighted by Chen Yang, it was very conspicuous, his guess was right, ordinary people couldn't see those.

The rules of the mission world have extended their hands to the real world, and mission operators are not allowed to disclose mission-related information on public platforms.

Chen Yang put down his phone, so did he fulfill his promise to Ah Wu?

"Oh... oh..." The alarm rang, it was six o'clock.

Chen Yang quickly turned it off, he put on all his clothes and got out of bed, ran away without washing his face.

The sky shone with thin brightness, and the figures in the alley were scattered, with more or less sleepy faces.

Chen Yang greeted each one as he passed by. Breathing in the smell of lime wall skin and moss, he ran all the way to the bungalow, and caught off guard and met Wu Yu who was coming from the direction of the forest behind.

Wu Yu was wearing a dark purple sports suit, with earphones plugged into her ears, her face and neck were covered with sweat, and she had been running for a long time.

The dog was still with him.

Wu Yu's running figure stopped and ran to look at Chen Yang, and the dog also stopped and ran to look at Chen Yang.

Chen Yang met four eyes at once.

Wu Yu exhaled lightly to adjust her breathing, raised her feet and ran towards Chen Yang, brushing past without saying a word.

So do dogs.

Chen Yang turned his legs, turned around and followed Wu Yu for a while, and the two went to the fitness equipment to rest.

Wu Yu stepped on the space walker.

Chen Yang grabbed the one next to him and stood up, shaking his feet on the pedals. He didn't mention the fact that no one answered the phone call to her yesterday, and he didn't ask if he entered the mission world. How long are you staying at home?"

"casual."

The partner is the quiet and indifferent type, and Chen Yang is very suitable for this kind of conversation atmosphere. He put his hands on the handle, lay on his stomach, and slowly swayed his feet back and forth.

"Uncle Wu said you are busy with work..."

Wu Yu spat out two words: "Resign."

"..."

The corners of Chen Yang's eyes turned to the lower left corner, looking past Wu Yu to look at her dog, who was still looking at him.

Wu Yu seemed unaware of this.

This kind of irrationality was already numb to Chen Yang, whoever met it several times a day could do it, he looked at the dog a few more times, but Wu Yu still didn't respond.

Chen Yang was slightly surprised. When he was looking at the dog the day before yesterday, Wu Yu's aura changed. He looked at her a few more times, and her rejection became stronger and more aggressive.

After such a short time, Wu Yu's attitude changed.

"03."

Chen Yang heard Wu Yu say this group of numbers abruptly, and looked at the dog, the other party wagged its tail, its small head was still facing him, and his face was in the amber eyes.

It turned out it was called 03.

Why is it called this name, Chen Yang thought calmly, and 01, 02?

"Honghu lake water, waves, waves hitting waves..."

The uncle came here with a clear tune, hummed it and went to the back massager, and put the radio on the floor.

"The boat is going to cast a net in the morning..."

"..."

"Everyone says heaven is beautiful..."

This piece of morning light has a sense of age.

Listening to the song, Chen Yang asked Wu Yu: "Is there any kind of forum where taskers can go in and communicate, the account number is their own name, and the password is their ID number."

The pedal under Wu Yu's feet stopped moving, and she looked at him with the eyes of a novel species: "What are you thinking?"

Chen Yang got off the pedal: "I'm dreaming."

Wu Yu seemed to push the topic forward on a whim: "Maybe there is, but we are not qualified enough to know."

Chen Yang narrowed his eyes. He has a three-digit ID number, so he should be qualified.

Is it only a one-digit number?

Chen Yang walked to the horizontal bar, held both sides with his hands, stretched his back, stretched his waist, pulled his body upwards, and did a dozen standard pull-ups in one breath. He slowly relaxed his body that had been stretched into a line, bent He braced his legs and gasped for breath.

"You know that all the taskers are from Qingcheng."

Wu Yu was still swinging on the pedal, with a very indifferent expression.

Qingcheng is like a symbol, not a hometown.

This is very similar to Chao Jian's reaction.

Chen Yang suddenly felt a little cold. Does this city no longer have a sense of belonging?

However, this place has become strange, and the people who are related in life are still there.

"Taskers do not distinguish between gender and age. One day, Uncle Wu and Aunt Wu also entered the mission world, so what should we do?"

The woman on the pedal did not speak.

Chen Yang thought about this problem after seeing Xiang Dong at the station. Neighbors, classmates, teachers...all of them may become taskers, or they already are.

What will happen when we meet, whether the relationship in the real world can withstand the test in the mission world.

The answer is brutal.

Relatives and friends, myself, these two things are really...

The sweat on Chen Yang's body was blown by the morning wind, the chill gushed into his open pores, and he shivered.

"Do you know the painter?"

The pedal shook for a while, and Wu Yu came down: "We have cooperated."

Chen Yang's mouth was a little dry: "I went to the main station to do a task the night before yesterday, and I met a painter there."

Wu Yu knelt down and touched the dog's head: "Don't reveal the mission rules."

Chen Yang didn't ask the reason, he didn't actually intend to elaborate, the real world is not safe, if he accidentally violated a taboo, he would be obliterated.

Chen Yang and her dog looked into each other's eyes: "We will also meet in the mission world one day."

Wu Yu was indifferent to this: "The premise is to live until then."

The sun came out, but Chen Yang was even colder. He pinched the back of his sweaty neck, twisted his fingers, and talked about being marked by a ghost.

"That aunt finally let me go."

Wu Yu patted the dog, blocking its sight intentionally or unintentionally with her hand, turning its small head to the side, and still looking in the direction it was looking at before.

"Her son helped you." Wu Yu stood up.

Chen Yang paused for a moment in kicking, and Chao Jian seemed to have said that if he could escape, he would have to see his aunt and son.

"Then her son..."

Chen Yang stopped, he remembered that the mother and child were standing together in the end, and the child was holding his cardboard.

It's good to be able to fold something.

Grandpa played Kunqu opera on the radio, babbling.

Chen Yang's cell phone vibrated in that rhythm, the family member got up and asked him where he was.

"The equipment."

Sitting on the bed, Chao Jian said in a lazy voice that just woke up: "You didn't cook breakfast."

The door was open and there was no smell of food outside.

Chen Yang didn't burn it, he wanted to go to the store where he used to eat to buy soy milk fritters: "I'll take them back later."

The phone fell silent.

Chen Yang walked to the bench, blew off the leaves and sat down: "What do you want to eat?"

Chao Jian said: "Yesterday."

Chen Yang smacked. Yesterday was millet porridge and egg pancakes. The steps were simple: "Okay, I'll cook it for you when I go back."

That end is not hung.

Chen Yang asked strangely if there was anything else to do, and the answer was "beep beep".

What's the matter, are you angry when you wake up?Partners are sometimes dangerous, sometimes easy to coax, sometimes completely incomprehensible, young and changeable.

Chen Yang's gaze landed on Wu Yu inadvertently, thinking of her partner and object, he stood up suddenly, and sat back when he felt that his behavior was too aggressive.

After a while, Chen Yang asked a question that was boiling in his heart: "Wu Yu."

"Your partner is gone, has anyone changed his name to replace him?"

Wu Yu: "No."

Chen Yang swallowed. The roles of Li Yue and Ah Jiu have changed, and the details of getting along have changed, but the relationship with him has not changed.

The same is the doctor and the patient, the patient and the nurse.

They are not cleared after the death of the tasker, but other circumstances.

"Chen Yang, no matter what kind of strange things happen around you, whether it is related to the mission world or the real world, you have to control your curiosity, and usually spend time digging and pretending to be stupid, the latter is the right one. choose."

Wu Yu continued to run, and the dog followed, turning around after a few steps.

Chen Yang stood there watching him, and what appeared in his mind was the scene of the police station yesterday.

That's how the uncle is.

Chen Yang ran in another direction, and went to buy soybean milk and fried dough sticks when it was almost seven o'clock.

The owner of the store recognized Chen Yang, and said with a smile that he hadn't seen him for a long time: "How is your body?"

"No problem." Chen Yang looked at the fried dough sticks in the pot.

"That's good, that's good." The boss shifted the fried dough sticks between his hands, "Before you came, the girl from the Wu family bought fried dough sticks, and she was still the same, picking the beautiful ones."

Chen Yang was a little surprised, Wu Yu was very indifferent to everything here, as if she regarded herself as a passing traveler, she did not expect that she would still retain this little hobby in life.

No matter how people change, they are also emotional animals.

Chen Yang felt the smoke of people in the small street, if the task had no end, there would be only taskers left in Qingcheng one day.

Then all the missionaries died, and it was an empty city.

The students queuing up behind were urging.

"Okay, right away." The boss packed up Chen Yang's share, "Xiao Chen, do you want soy milk?"

Chen Yang took the fritters: "Yes."

The boss gave him a cup and whispered, "Next time you come over, bring the jar at home, and I'll fill it up for you."

Chen Yang went back after eating and drinking, and the scene of welcoming him shocked him in place.

Chao Jian swept the floor with a single crutch: "What are you looking at? You idiot."

Chen Yang: "..."

He went to the kitchen to cook porridge: "Find something to cushion your stomach, don't sweep the floor, I'll make it myself later."

There was no sound behind me.

Chen Yang looked back, and saw the man standing with his back facing him without saying a word, the outline of his figure was like the surface of a lake under the cold winter wind.

"I don't treat you as a useless person, I just like to work." Fart.

There was a faint pause on Jian's back, and he turned around: "What did you say?"

Chen Yang said: "I didn't put you..."

"The last sentence."

Chen Yang's Adam's apple rolled: "I like to work."

Chao Jian snorted inexplicably, and went to the balcony with a cane in one hand and a broom in the other.

Chen Yang looked blank.

The cohabitation life has just begun, and now it has only been two nights. In one day, he has not revealed his lazy side and does not like to do housework. How did the person on the balcony see that he was talking nonsense?

There was only one day between Chen Yang's first mission and the second mission. He thought that the third mission would come soon, but there was no movement after a week.

Waiting for the mission was very difficult, and Chen Yang felt that his hair volume was reduced.

On the other hand, Chao Jian, playing on the computer, watching movies and reading books every day, is just like a comfortable son-in-law.

No. On the 13th day, Uncle Chao was about to go out.

Chen Yang just accepted Sun Wenjun's friend application. When he saw the young man going to change his shoes at the door, he immediately ran over: "Where are you going? Are you going home to get something?"

Chao Jian leaned against the shoe cabinet to tie her shoelaces: "Hospital."

Chen Yang was stunned, then put away the phone, and hooked his shoes from behind him with his feet: "I'll go with you."

The boy didn't say anything.

That means agreeing, Chen Yang quickly changed his shoes: "Tell me the address, I'll call a taxi."

"Called." Zhao Jian looked at the phone, "The car is here, let's get down."

Chen Yang was excluding hospitals all the way, tertiary and tertiary, public and private. As the car got on the elevated highway and drove further and further, his exclusion stopped, thinking that he was not in Qingcheng.

When he got there, he opened his mouth wide and looked at Jane's leg. The hospital in Qingcheng is...

"Did I go wrong?"

Chen looked up at the shabby little clinic: "Do you have a license here?"

A tall, skinny woman came out of the clinic, with a long pipe dangling between her pale lips: "Ni..."

The two voices sticking to the mouth of the pipe stopped abruptly, and she put her equally thin hands into her long hair, pulled them back casually, and said lazily, "I thought you wouldn't come to my place."

Walking in with crutches toward Jian, Chen Yang followed behind him, and found that the inside of the clinic was cleaner than the outside, and although the sparrow was small, it had all internal organs.

The smell of disinfectant in the air is not strong.

Chen Yang remembered that when Chao Jian got out of the taxi that night, there was a hospital gown inside his coat, obviously he didn't go back from here.

According to the woman, it should be his first time here.

It's just that the two are old acquaintances.

The woman opened a curtain and went in. As soon as she lifted up Jian's crutch, her arm was pulled.

Chen Yang held Chao Jian, his eyes fell on his slightly bent left leg.

Originally, Chen Yang guessed that his leg was injured when he returned to China, and thought it was really bad luck.

But after thinking about it, I found that the time was wrong.

Chao Jian said that she returned to China last month, and it was only a month after all her efforts and calculations.

If the fracture is broken and shattered, you can't move. You have to lie down carefully, and you can get out of bed after enough time. You can't mess around after the fixation is removed for a while, and you need at least one or two months of rehabilitation training.

This one doesn't have that concern, it doesn't seem to be a matter of bones.

The trauma is even more unremarkable, and the medicine has not been changed.

How else could it hurt?Have you been hurt for a long time?

Chen Yang was stunned, while Chao Jian remained silent, and did not rush behind the curtain.

"Okay." Chao Jian raised the pulled arm.

Chen Yang's thoughts came back, he put down his hands and pouted towards the curtain: "Can I go inside?"

Looking down at Jane: "Follow you."

Chen Yang then followed in.

Facing the curtain is a staircase, made of concrete, with some cardboard boxes piled up at the corner, looking orderly in chaos.

From the outside, Chen Yang couldn't tell that the clinic had two floors, and when he entered, there was nothing wrong with it.

The woman was sitting on the wooden chair on the right side of the curtain. She had stopped smoking her pipe and was wiping her hands with a damp rag. On the small cabinet next to her was an incense burner with green faces and long fangs. Wisps of green smoke wafted from it, knotted. It soared into the sky and scattered in all directions.

Chao Jian sat on the small wooden bed against the wall, and poked Chen Yang with her cane: "Come here."

Chen Yang withdrew his gaze from the incense burner, pursed his lips and went to the side of him, standing without sitting, this angle is convenient for looking at.

The smell of incense is very unpleasant.

The woman put the wet rag aside after wiping her hands, and she began to cut her nails, accompanied by the sound of "click" and "click".

Chen Yang's phone screen lit up, and Sun Wenjun was looking for him on WeChat.

A photo of a potted plant.

Chen Yang didn't return.

Sun Wenjun sent another message: dying soon.

Chen Yang could see that the potted plant in the photo had drooping branches and a lonely leaf hanging on it, neither upright nor green, nor half vitality.

He is a killer of flowers and plants, he doesn't know how to take care of them, let alone what the other party means.

Sun Wenjun has been like this recently. Before adding WeChat, it was a text message.

Have you eaten, have you read a book, the weather is good today, etc., all of which are not nutritious.

A smell of medicine rushed into Chen Yang's breath, and he saw that the woman was holding an open box in her hand, like an ancient rouge box.

And Chao Jian put her left leg beside the bed.

Chen Yang held his breath, this guy didn't need his help to take a bath, and his injured leg hadn't been exposed in front of him yet.

Under Chen Yang's gaze, Chao Jian rolled up her trouser legs.

Chen Yang's eyes widened.

The line of Chaojian's leg is young and long, and under the fine hair is a thin and uniform muscle texture, healthy and intact.

The woman put on a pair of gloves of unknown material, took a large piece of ointment and spread it on Chaojian's calf, and pressed it with her ten fingers deftly and forcefully.

Chen Yang was dumbfounded. This small clinic has medical equipment, medicines and trauma treatment tools, and even massage and massage.

Almighty like the Ninth Rehabilitation Home.

and also……

Chen Yang looked at the woman's gloves, and they were already wearing them. What was she doing before wiping her hands and cutting her nails?

"Gloves are expensive, you don't want to get dirty and you don't want to get your nails punctured."

The woman explained Chen Yang's doubts.

Chen Yang found that her bones were very good, and the thinned flesh would grow into a great beauty.

"The most important thing is that if you don't wear it, you will be disgusted." When the woman spoke, the distance between the words was very long, and there was a subtle sense of comfort, lazy, like an old cat in the afternoon. Sing.

The smell of medicine and incense rushed into Chen Yang's breath, he couldn't help but relax, from standing to sitting, and the sitting position was not defensive.

Chen Yang moved closer to Chao Jian's ear and said, "Aren't you going to introduce me?"

Chao Jian said nothing.

Chen Yang didn't bother, he changed the question: "Is the leg strained?"

Chao Jian asked Chen Yang for milk tablets.

Chen Yang refused: "You tell me first."

He grabbed his coat pocket with one hand, slipped in with his fingertips, and took away a few milk tablets while he was not paying attention.

Chen Yang's face twitched, and he heard the woman say: "Little brother, my hands are full of medicines, help me brush my hair behind my ears."

I don't know if it was the unexpected address that frightened Chen Yang, or the request later, he didn't move for a long time.

The woman turned her head, her long hair brushed her protruding collarbone and swayed gently towards her shoulders.

Chen Yang couldn't tell that this person was younger than him, so he moved closer to brush her hair, and the crutches came over before his hands touched her.

The woman's hair was pushed back by the cane.

When the crutch was withdrawn, it "unintentionally" hit her on the ear.

"..."

"I don't want to leave." The woman pursed her lips.

Chen Yang was stunned.

"Massage is just to move the lazy muscles." The woman glanced at the pipe, "Little brother, help me get it."

Chen Yang handed her the pipe.

The woman stretched her head over and puffed hard on the pipe several times. She closed her eyes with a look of enjoyment, and the blue blood vessels on her neck bulged, as if quenching her thirst.

"Psychological problems, you can only rely on yourself."

Chen Yang's hands went numb, he turned to look at Chao Jian who had nothing to say: "You don't want to leave?"

Chao Jian was biting the milk tablet, her dark eyes did not fluctuate.

Chen Yang looked at his pressed leg, thinking that he was stimulated by something, so he dared not walk with it.

Chao Jian didn't stay long, it seemed that he came here for massage just by chance, mainly for the purpose of incense.

The woman took out a bag and gave it to him knowing in advance.

Chen Yang came back while walking, the small clinic had already closed the door, it seemed that there was only one customer today.

"Does the fragrance help you sleep?"

"It can make people have sweet dreams." Chao Jian said.

Chen Yang's suspicious eyes paused on the bag in his hand, is there such a thing in the world?

When this one burns incense in the room, he can also smell it, let's see if he can have a sweet dream then.

Chen Yang avoided the stone slabs in front of him and led Chao Jian: "She calls me brother."

"20 is old."

Chen Yang: "..." It was unexpected that he was five years younger than him.

"Then is she your friend?"

Chao Jian: "It doesn't count."

Chen Yang was very surprised, the relationship was between an acquaintance and a friend, he didn't ask too much: "Shall we go back now?"

Chao Jian didn't reply to Chen Yang, she didn't say until she came out, "Go eat."

"Let's go to the restaurant."

Chen Yang subconsciously looked for KFC or McDonald's.

Chao Jian's target was a western restaurant, Chen Yang looked at the exterior, and silently took out his mobile phone to check the balance.

"Follow."

The young man in front leaned on a crutch and turned his head: "I have money."

Chen Yang didn't have the confidence to say the words "I'm rich" in his life. The moment he entered the western restaurant, his belief in finding a job and making money increased by a storm.

When the belief rose to the top, it fell back to the bottom.

Making money is followed by supporting the family, and he is on his own, eating enough for one person and not hungry for the whole family, so he really doesn't have much motivation.

Xianyu Chen Yang sat at a table in the corner. The menu was in the only foreign language he knew, and he knew all of them. He looked at it, turned a page, and looked at it again.

"I haven't eaten Western food, so I don't know which one is delicious. Please recommend one to me."

The waiter thought that this handsome guest was talking to him, and squeezed a few dishes he recommended to his mouth, but was frightened by the cold gaze of another very good-looking guest, and hurriedly swallowed them back.

Then the stunning customer took the menu and did the recommending work.

Waiter: "..." I seem to know something.

Chen Yang was not interested in Western food, and it was the first time in his life that he ate it seriously, not as ignorant as he imagined.

It is very light, the vegetables are not oily, and the food is authentic.

Chen Yang forked a slice of orange on the platter and ate it, his face turned sour with sourness.

Chao Jian cut a piece of grilled fish for him: "Eat it."

Chen Yang doesn't like fish, maybe it's trouble, or maybe it's because he got stuck with a fishbone when he was a child, he poked the fish hesitantly, turned over and continued poking.

"No thorns." Chao Jian frowned, impatient to throw out the trash if she didn't eat any more.

Chen Yang picked up the fish meat and took a bite. The meat was soft and fresh, and it was unexpectedly delicious. He asked what kind of fish it was.

"Fish you can't afford."

Chen Yang: "..." All right.

Chao Jian ate very little, and he finished his lunch in a short while.

Chen Yang said: "The dishes in this restaurant are all good in appearance, but the fish is the best."

Chao Jian talked to him at the same time: "The legs will be fine."

Chen Yang's face was a little dazed, he couldn't move freely due to psychological reasons, this involved privacy, he didn't want to ask.

Although he very much hopes that his partner can run and jump.

But the boy took the initiative to give him a promise.

Chen Yang put down the knife and fork, and looked at the boy seriously: "If you need my help, just ask."

Chao Jian said behind him: "I want to soak my feet every day."

Chen Yang blinked, so what?

Chao Jian knocked on the crutches: "I can't carry footwashing water with crutches.

Chen Yang understood it and wanted to flip the table: "Aren't you psychological, the legs themselves..."

Zhao Jian stared at him expressionlessly.

"..."

Chen Yang still had the fresh taste of fish in his mouth, so he ate the remaining piece: "Foot washing water, right? I'll bring it to you."

Soaking your feet before going to bed is very comfortable. When he was in school, he followed suit and bought a wooden barrel. He put it in the bathroom after not using it very much. When he wanted to use it one day, he saw that it was moldy.

Now there is a person who wants to soak, so he can also take a bubble by the way.

That night, Chao Jian soaked her feet.

The bucket was huge, and Chen Yang took the other half. He put mugwort leaves in the water, and put towels on his and Chao Jian's laps, which was pretty much the same thing.

Chen Yang was reading the webpage in the scent of wormwood, and the back of his foot was stepped on. He raised his head and asked the person on the opposite stool: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Jian looked at him for a moment, lowered her eyebrows and flipped through the book.

Chen Yang was puzzled.

"If we enter the mission world now, we don't even have shoes."

Chen Yang had a sudden thought: "Will someone go in while sleeping?"

The only listener didn't respond, Chen Yang's toe touched his, and he was kicked onto the bucket.

The water in the bucket shook violently.

Chen Yang was not angry, but he was inexplicable. He couldn't help but said, "You can just step on my instep, but if I touch your toes, it's as if you're going to eat me."

Chao Jian ignored it.

Chen Yang has nothing to do with this partner, he will wipe his feet clean after soaking: "Do you know that your flower pot has grown hair?"

"Don't worry about it." The partner opened Jinkou this time.

"I don't want to take care of it." Chen Yang said, "If the hair grows, you can't water it..."

Thinking of Sun Wenjun's potted plant, he flipped through WeChat and clicked on the photo in the record and turned to the young man: "Look at this, it's getting cold. From my experience of raising countless flowers and plants to death, it's definitely because of too much water and lack of sunlight."

There was undisguised disgust on Chao Jian's face: "It's ugly."

"It's just a wilted leaf."

Chen Yang followed the young man's gaze to look at the phone screen, and somehow he pressed a button, and the page became a chat history.

The boy was referring to the portrait of Sun Wenjun.

But Chen Yang touched his conscience and said that Sun Wenjun's profile picture was more attractive than his real person, and he was a doctor and god on Weibo, which really has nothing to do with ugliness.

Two days later, Chen Yang followed Chao Jian into the mission world.

Before going in, Chen Yang was peeling pineapples in the kitchen. He just filled the big bowl with water, but he didn't put the halved pineapples in, and he disappeared from the spot.

Disappearing together was Chao Jian who was waiting to eat the pineapple.

This time, Chen Yang didn't bring his backpack. All he had was his ID number, which he kept in his pocket, and a handful of milk tablets that he filled up after eating.

Chao Jian is simpler than him, just crutches.

Chen Yang and Chao Jian look at me by the pond, but I don't look at you.

"There seems to be a voice over there," Chen Yang pointed, "It should be other taskers, let's go there."

Chao Jian's complexion was heavy: "I haven't eaten the pineapple."

Chen Yang almost tripped over the straw rope: "The time is different, it's still on the chopping board when I go back, seamlessly connected."

"Have you brought the medicine?" He looked at the boy's pocket, with nervousness and worry in his eyes. If he didn't bring the medicine, he would die.

Chao Jian didn't answer, Chen Yang pulled his clothes, and he threw the medicine bottle over.

So Chen Yang had an extra medicine bottle in his possessions.

Chen Yang walked with Chao Jian through the grass for a short distance, and saw other taskers on the side of the road.

Count them a total of 13 people.

This time there were fewer taskers than the second time, but still more than the first time.

Chen Yang came late, the official process for the newcomers to be popularized by science had already ended, and the yelling and crying were coming to an end.

The thirteen people are nine men and four women.

Chen Yang observed secretly, this time the old man's face was written with the old man, and he was not hiding it, so it was easy to distinguish.

There was another familiar person in the crowd, the little beauty who helped Chen Yang out of KFC.

The man was a newcomer. He was sitting on a handful of grass with his legs crossed. There was no blood on his androgynous face, but his eyes were not red, and there was not much despair in his eyes.

Bearing capacity is above the average line.

"It's you." The beauty noticed Chen Yang's gaze, her face was dull.

Just as Chen Yang was about to speak, there was a shout from the end of the path.

The people who were slumped on the yellow ground all stood up.

Two bullock carts came over.

The drivers were all men, wearing cloth shirts, about 30 years old, one was missing an arm, and the other was missing an ear.

"Didn't I tell you to wait on the dam in front, why did you stop here?"

The man with the missing arm had a dark face: "Get in the car, hurry up, I have to be busy when I go back, there are a lot of things, I'm so annoying."

Everyone climbed into the car one after another.

Chen Yang was amazed that the newcomers did not cry or make trouble, and he was not surprised. He wondered who did the ideological work for them, and the effect was so good. He would ask for advice if he had the opportunity.

There are two bullock carts, one for six people and one for seven people, Chen Yang and Chao Jian are on the side of the seven people.

Chao Jian's cane and face were the focus, and he closed his eyes as soon as he got in the car.

Chen Yang became the transition point for those gazes.

The little beauty was opposite Chen Yang, and he introduced himself very friendly: "My name is Chen Xishuang..."

Chen Yang looked at his age at most: "Four words?"

"No, it's just Chen Xishuang," Chen Xishuang said shyly, "The 嘤 is not my name, it's my catchphrase, I'm used to it."

"..." Chen Yang said he didn't mind.

The other four people also joined in and greeted in a low voice. They are Wang Xiaobei, Xiang Tiantian, Xiaoxiang, and Xu Definition.

The six people in the bullock cart behind were afraid of being abandoned by the team, and they scrambled to name each other.

The six were Liu Shun, Zhang Guangrong, Wang Kuanyou, Li Ping, Da Yan, and Qian Qin.

Chen Yang told everyone his name and revealed his partner's.

The rest will wait until the task land.

The two cows refused to leave, and the two drivers beat them several times with a rope, but they still didn't move.

Just don't go.

"Let's go! His grandma's, the family doesn't want it anymore, right?"

The man with the missing arm vigorously shook the rope in his hand, cursing: "After tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I will eat you!"

Niu pouted his buttocks and walked back slowly.

Chen Yang received a message that the next three days would be the mission time limit.

The ox cart crossed the small bridge and went to "Laoji Village". Chen Yang and the others were placed in two houses.

The 13 people were divided into one room for women and one room for men.

Among the nine men, there were six young men and three middle-aged men. They had called each other by their first names before, but they were still unfamiliar.

"This is my second time entering the mission world." Wang Kuanyou pointed to Liu Shun on the left, "This is his third time."

Chen Yang looked at Wang Kuanyou, he was gentle, with a very bookish air, that is, the so-called temperament is full of knowledge.

And Liu Shun is a middle-aged man, simple-minded, he is very embarrassed to be looked at by everyone, and there is no trace of three life-and-death struggles in his demeanor.

It perfectly interprets what it means to be a fool.

Chen Yang knew that Liu Shun must be superior. In the mission world, the luck of the missioner is very important, as is the strength.

"It's our third time too." Chen Yang grabbed his partner's crutches.

"Xiaoxiang is the fourth time."

Wang Kuanyou said: "Among us, she is the most experienced, and I can follow her first."

Chen Yang recalled that Xiaoxiang, a girl with a tight grip. He heard Wang Kuanyou say: "The mission reminder is with me. It's two sentences. Let's talk about it later."

Wang Kuanyou didn't have the sense of throwing a blockbuster, and he fell into deep thought after he finished speaking.

"There are five old people and eight newcomers, and the assignments are not bad. This time, we will know the task reminder from the beginning, and hope to provide important clues."

Chen Yang whispered to Chao Jian: "That Chen Xishuang, he helped me at KFC before."

Chao Jian: "Want to return the favor?"

"If you can take care of it, take care of it and do your best."

Chen Yang met Chen Xishuang's fox eyes and smiled, "Brother, if there are no ghosts, I will help you, but if there are ghosts, I'm afraid I'll be fine."

After a while, the village chief came, and he asked people to call the four girls from the next room to Chen Yang and the others.

With fourteen people staying together, the room became crowded.

The head of the village was wrapped in a cloth towel, and he held a cigarette stick in his withered hand. He didn't show his majesty, but squatted on the threshold facing everyone, smoking a dry cigarette.

The room was smoky, and the low-quality tobacco irritated people's eyes and nose.

Someone sneezed.

The village chief didn't stop the sound of "clicking", his eyes didn't fall on anyone, and he didn't know where they drifted.

Chen Yang looked at the old man's worn-out long pipe, and thought of the woman in the small clinic. Her pipe was very expensive and well maintained.

"I'll ask Lao Zhang to remember everything that he told you." The village chief said without beginning or end.

Everyone looked at each other.

"Didn't remember?" The village chief stepped on the threshold and got up, his old face was hardened.

Everyone: "..."

Are they nodding or shaking their heads?

Chen Yang said: "Village Chief, Lao Zhang didn't explain anything to us."

"That old Zhang!" The village head slammed the cigarette stick on the door with a loud bang, "I knew he couldn't do anything, he was idle all day long, for a person like him, giving him a bite of food would be worse than feeding the animals!"

The only sound in the room was the village chief's curses, and after he finished cursing, he took a deep puff of tobacco: "Since Lao Zhang didn't explain, then I'll tell you."

"Village chief, tell me, we will all remember." Chen Yang leaned against Chao Jian.

"Tomorrow is the once-a-year market in our area. People from several surrounding villages will come here. It will take three days. It's a big day."

The village head said: "Our village has arranged 25 stalls this year."

Everyone heard this and couldn't bear to make eye contact. Are you asking us to set up a stall?

Not to mention the newcomers, several old people were very surprised. They had never done this task, but they knew that the more ordinary, the more difficult it was.

Chen Yang looked at the court slips and said in a breathless voice