Hades system

Du Fuling sat on the sofa and watched the TV in front of her, which was broadcasting the evening news program.

"Recently, a vicious train derailment incident happened again on the provincial and national highways. The cause of the incident is under investigation. Dozens of people have died so far. The railway department has sent a rescue team. Du Shiqiu, a senior official of the Ministry of Railways, chose to avoid it when he was interviewed by the media a few days ago. Let’s talk, so what is the truth of the incident? Why has the red light been turned on frequently for railway safety since the beginning of the year, let us focus on China’s railway safety and explore the truth hidden under the thick fog..."

Accompanied by the calm voice of the hostess on the TV, the camera cuts to the face of a middle-aged man with elegant appearance.In front of the shaking camera, this man appeared extremely calm and calm, but in the face of the reporters' questioning and the crying of his family members, the words spoken by the official representing the authority of the country at the moment seemed full of official flavor.

"This incident was just an accident...We cannot predict natural disasters and man-made disasters, we can only keep calm before the catastrophe...Oh, yes, this tragedy is also something I don't want to see...Of course! Of course we will Efforts to investigate the cause of the incident... There can be no water in it, is the integrity of the government so cheap? Please believe us! Trust the government!"

"..."

Du Fuling, who was sitting in front of the TV silently watching this scene, pursed her lips subconsciously. He set his sights on the man who was still talking loudly and looked dignified. In the next second, the camera turned and the victims The crying and moaning of family members began to fill his ears.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... Okay...Dad...Mom..."

"God...you kill me...my wife is eight months pregnant...how could she die...my wife is Shen Xiuxiu, she is 26 years old, can you help me find her again—wife...I child..."

"I'm dead...ahhh...my daughter is only a freshman...she's only 19 years old...how can I live if she's dead...mom's daughter...mom shouldn't let You are on a dead end alone... Mom will go to accompany you now, woo woo..."

Through the TV screen, I could feel the grief of those crying hysterical family members. Du Fuling looked at it for a while with red eyes, and finally couldn't help but turn off the TV.Raising his hand and throwing the remote control on the coffee table, he silently stared alone for a while, then raised his head and looked around at the home which was still empty at ten o'clock and there was no trace of popularity.

A week before school started, Aunt Wang, who had taken care of him for ten years, passed away.

The death of the only old lady who took care of him for many years and who knew everything about him, on the one hand, made Du Fuling feel extremely uncomfortable, and on the other hand, it also brought his life back to the current state where no one cares about him. .

His parents didn't care about him, and his uncle didn't have time to take care of him. He had been sick since he was a child, except for Aunt Wang, who sometimes couldn't even eat a bite of hot food when she was sick.

Many years ago, his parents had separated, and he moved to this big house with his mother Yang Fengjun, but since then, he could only see his mother who came back late after dinner parties only occasionally when he got up to go to the toilet at night, and more All the time, he and Aunt Wang were the only ones facing this empty home.

"Ding-dong-"

The doorbell rang suddenly, which stunned Du Fuling who was sitting on the sofa in a daze. He ran to the door stepping on his slippers, and when he opened the door, he saw a drunken middle-aged woman carrying a bag, leaning halfway. Looking down at him at the door.

"...you're back...have you had dinner..."

"kindness."

He responded perfunctorily, and staggered into the house on high heels. Yang Fengjun drank a little too much tonight. At this time, his eyes were a little erratic when looking at the child in front of him. Seeing Du Fuling cautiously following beside him, he tried Thinking of reaching out to help herself, she frowned, and then pushed Du Fuling away.

"Do not touch me!"

The woman's specially trimmed nails were sharp and beautiful. Du Fuling couldn't dodge in time, and her face was cut all of a sudden, and there was a bloodstain on her cheek instantly.And Yang Fengjun just glanced at Du Fuling whose eyes were red, then walked to the sofa and sat down, lowered his body and took off his high heels.

"I drank too much, pour me some water..."

"..."

Silently walking to the tea table, Du Fuling looked at Yang Fengjun and said nothing, and Yang Fengjun saw that Du Fuling was ignoring him, so he also curled the corners of his mouth, and muttered something in his mouth. Sure enough, he was not familiar with him, so he followed the Du Fuling. , Then he raised his hand and took Du Fuling to his side, making him kneel on the ground, and slapped him hard on the cheek.

"What? Will Scream's mother die? Doesn't she have any education at all?"

"..."

Biting his lips, Du Fuling, whose face was flushed from the beating, lowered his head, knelt on the cold tiles, causing his legs to hurt, but he was so stubborn that he didn't even want to say a word to the person in front of him. woman.

"Scream! Call mom! You're screaming!"

Yang Fengjun slapped Du Fuling more than a dozen times while scolding, and the anger in his heart due to business was almost dissipated.The alcohol-filled brain was sober for a moment, but looking at the face in front of him that was somewhat similar to his ex-husband still made Yang Fengjun's heart harden again.

"I don't need to treat you as a son, but I am the only mother of yours! I raised you up with delicious food and drink! You don't even call your mother! Are you a white-eyed wolf! Ah! Tell me! How can I I just raised a sick child like you!"

Yelling at the expressionless Du Fuling like a crazy woman, Yang Fengjun hit Du Fuling on the head several times with the handbag in his hand, and didn't shake until he vented the anger in his heart He hurried back to his room upstairs.Only Du Fuling was left kneeling in the living room. After a long time, he staggered up from the ground and walked slowly back to his room.

Du Fuling didn't fall asleep all night.With trembling and cold hands, he wanted to call his uncle Shen Xi, but no one answered the phone.Du Fuling tried it once, but she simply gave up. She sat up from the bed and hugged her legs with the quilt, feeling terribly cold in her heart.

For more than ten years, even Aunt Wang, an outsider, knew that he had rheumatism and couldn't catch cold in his knees, but his biological mother could let him kneel on the ground so indifferently that he couldn't feel his legs...

I'm not so much his son, but rather a punching bag for her to vent her emotions when she's drunk...It's so sad...

Suddenly thinking of Bai Ziren's mother whom she saw at school today, Du Fuling felt sore and uncomfortable for a moment. She didn't cry when she was beaten by her mother just now, but now she felt that her eyes were swollen and uncomfortable.

"Mom... huh... Mom?"

Covering her face with the quilt, Du Fuling muttered to herself, her voice trembling.

"Will I be my mother after giving birth to me...Then if I give her my life back, can I stop being her son..."

"Mom, let me help you deliver the goods today."

The morning sun was shining on the eaves, and the weather today was surprisingly good. After breakfast, Bai Ziren carried his schoolbag and looked at Jiang Biyun in front of him. Seeing that her face was a little tired, he frowned and said,

"I still have time to go to school after delivering the goods. You can rest today. I probably know how to get to the west side of the city... And you don't deliver goods in the future. Didn't you promise me to take a good rest last time? "

"Hey... isn't that a regular customer? Her shop has moved and she wants me to send some over there as an emergency... It's been so many years, we have to talk about credit... and how could my mother stop doing the delivery business? , it is impossible for the family to have no income all the time..."

"Mom, there are many ways to make money... why do you have to work so hard..."

Saying this, Bai Ziren turned his attention to the insoles that Jiang Biyun had made halfway on the table. Those insoles were exquisitely embroidered, and the front and back were embroidered with lifelike birds, flowers and plants, which looked extremely delicate and beautiful.A thought flashed across his mind, Bai Ziren squinted his eyes, picked up these insole handkerchiefs that Jiang Biyun usually made to pass the time, looked at them carefully, and then slowly said,

"Mom, I remember that grandpa used to be a very famous old tailor, right... You learned all your skills from him?"

"Ah, that's right, but I didn't study hard, only some simple tricks and handicrafts... Your grandfather is amazing. When he was young, he cut the cheongsam that all the ladies in the city couldn't put it down. He is old and has no apprentices, so he lost a good skill this time..."

Jiang Biyun nodded and replied truthfully when she heard the words, she didn't understand why her son would suddenly ask this question, she usually likes to make small things, sometimes she also knits wool, makes cloth shoes and so on, but that's all for her own family , or occasionally given to neighbors for fun, isn't there any great use for this?

After listening to Jiang Biyun's answer, Bai Ziren laughed. He put away the insoles and handkerchiefs that Jiang Biyun had embroidered and put them in his schoolbag, then raised his head and said to the bewildered Jiang Biyun,

"There is a classmate in our class who owns a garment factory. He may collect some handmade things... I will take it to him today and ask him if he wants it. If he wants it, mom, you can stay at home and have a good time." Are you resting?"

Speaking half-truth, Bai Ziren ignored Jiang Biyun's suspicious eyes, packed up the goods on the tricycle, and then pushed the small three-wheeled car out the door.

Along the way, Bai Ziren was riding a tricycle, and when he thought of the exquisite embroidery in his schoolbag, he felt that this time was really a coincidence.He was still thinking about what he should do in that ghost shop last night, but this time, a ready-made deal came to his door the next day.

How could he have forgotten that although Jiang Biyun was born in the countryside, his grandfather was a well-known old tailor. When he was young, he was an old craftsman who sewed winter clothes and made cotton shoes for people in various villages.Jiang Biyun and his father learned to make saddlebags on the sewing machine since he was a child, and his skills are naturally very good.Bai Ziren just lied to her that a classmate in his class opened a factory at home and was collecting these hand-embroidered old-fashioned clothes and shoes.Jiang Biyun has always been conservative and honest, even if he has doubts, he will not verify it himself.On the other hand, the products peddled on Ghost Amoy, I don't know because of the inertial thinking of these ghosts, what come and go are just things like incense candles and paper money.Bai Ziren plans to sell these old-fashioned things made by his mother on Guitao, see how the effect is, and let her make some serious traditional clothes. When the supply is guaranteed, he is naturally not afraid that no business will come to his door...

Thinking of this, Bai Ziren opened the Guitao seller system panel in his mind while riding a tricycle forward, clicked to create a product link, he put the sample pictures of the embroidery, marked the price and inventory, and then gave this Two products were put on a product of “[Hot Sale on Ghost Amoy] Empress Dowager Cixi in the late Qing Dynasty with the same style of auspicious double-pattern handkerchief with hundreds of birds and phoenixes” and a product with “[Seller out of stock] Emperor Guangxu in the late Qing Dynasty with the same style of Arowana Jinxiu Ruyi old insole” name.

After finishing all this, Bai Ziren breathed a sigh of relief. Just in front of him was a small alley, and he needed to go through it to find the grain and oil store. Turning the front of the car around and turning a small alley, Bai Ziren rode forward, thinking in his heart secretly pondering.

He vaguely had his own thoughts on the ghost shop, and the next thing was to recruit two ghost messengers. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of the short-lived Du Fuling, who was stunned for a moment. He poked open the system panel to see how much Du Fuling's lifespan remained, but was frightened by the pale young man who suddenly fell in front of him and immediately stopped the tricycle.

"Du... Fuling? Why are you here?!"