mayfly era

The next day, T took the subway with the pot of Rhododendron in his hands.

The subway is dilapidated and missing a lot of glass, but it has never been repaired, but the speed is lower and lower.The gust of wind coming in from the empty window at this time blew everyone's hair into a mess.

There is nothing to be picky about this low-level means of transportation. Like all the people who take the subway, he has no financial resources to be picky.

T was staring out of the dark window in a daze, when the subway suddenly braked suddenly, the pudgy old woman standing next to him suddenly staggered, and she was about to fall to the ground.

T hurriedly used his left hand to support the old woman.Unexpectedly, the basket in the old woman's hand collided with the rhododendron in his hand, and the glass basin fell to the ground immediately, and broke into two halves with a "clang", the glass flower cover shattered, and the flower soil spilled all over the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." The old woman grabbed T's hand and kept apologizing.

"It's okay... ah!" When T picked up the cuckoo, he found that the root of the cuckoo had been broken.

The old woman also saw the rhododendron with broken roots in his hand, but there was a look of fear on her old face, "Young man, why do you bring this flower with you? It's not a good flower...it's unlucky." flower."

"Auspicious or unlucky, only those who have had good luck deserve to say such things," T smiled, "This is entrusted to me by a friend, do you know any flower farmers who can save it?"

"I live in a dirt alley, and there is a flower market at the entrance of the alley. I'll take you there. I'm really sorry for hurting your flowers." The old woman once again apologized sincerely. Her face was very old, but her eyes were very bright. It makes people feel a little weird.

"You said it was an unlucky flower, why did you still take me to find a flower farmer?" T asked curiously.

The old woman smiled, and her eyes glowed with a gleam that even young people may not have. "As you said, only those who have had good luck can say good luck or bad luck. This is a cuckoo, it is Ling The flower whose eyes bleed from the bird's cry is beautiful but has no happy ending, so it is a bad flower."

"Are you a Feng Shui master?" T's eyes lit up.

"Yes, I am." The old woman nodded, she looked very sincere.

"If I have money, I would also like to ask you to settle the matter, but I don't have money now, and I don't want to hear about the future." T sighed softly, "There is never an easy thing in this world."

The old woman said, "Feng Shui turns around."

"This statement has been proven false by scientists."

"No, this is true. This is Feng Shui. There are laws and phenomena. These are far beyond science." The old woman showed a look of disdain on her face. "It is hundreds of years too early for science to explain Feng Shui."

After slamming on the brakes, the subway stopped on the track and did not start again for a long time. The passengers in the carriage were all anxious but did not dare to urge them, because the staff in the subway had the right to expel every passenger as long as he wanted.

"Why don't you drive?" T muttered anxiously, looking at the azalea in his hand, the petals were curled up slightly, looking like he was dying.

"Don't worry, it's a refugee who came to rob. The driver of this train is a kind man. He doesn't want to hurt this refugee...run over him, and now he gives his work meal to the refugee," the old woman's eyes changed slightly. , "This is a dissatisfied man, he will kill the car captain."

"I didn't expect that today's accident came so fast." T sighed.

"Give me the flowers," said the old woman, "and remember to cover your sweet little face, darling."

"You are terrible, you can actually read minds." T took out a black handkerchief from his pocket.

"It's just a prophecy." The old woman smiled knowingly.

***

T and the old woman came to the dirt alley, he was a little tired, he just took some effort to catch the rioting refugees and sent them to the subway security center, but the people on duty inside were passive and sabotaged, making him wait for a long time.

The old woman led him to the bunk at the entrance of the alley.The baffles of the shop windows are covered with bouquets of dried flowers and herbs, fragrant and fragrant.

Only then did he realize that the flower market business no longer exists in today's society. Maybe five years ago, maybe ten years ago, people began to use electronic imaging to make all kinds of flowers for ornamental gifts. The flower industry went bankrupt and withered, and the flower market Combined with a place that sells herbs, if you want to buy some flowers, you can buy dried flowers at a shop like this.

The owner of the herbal shop was a blond woman, not of mixed race, but pure white.

The old lady exchanged a few words with her, using the common language [-], T can understand a little, and saw the white woman took the flowers and said, "Connect it with recycled glue from plants."

"The cells will change," said the old woman.

"The cost of replicating cells to make recycled glue is higher."

"I can negotiate the price." The old woman said this in her native language.

"Sneakily bring me candied chestnuts at night." The caucasian woman laughed, looking cute and elf.

"You can't pick up the flowers until night," the old woman said to T, "If you don't mind, you can rest in my room, you look a little pale."

T touched his face, a little stiff, he knew he shouldn't listen to strangers' advice easily, but he did feel uncomfortable, maybe it was the aftertaste of estrus, and he still had a low fever.

And this old woman is a Feng Shui master, he has an inexplicable sense of trust, he nodded, "Okay, then let's bother."

The old lady's house was very warm, with a fire burning. In this era, this backward heating method has long been unnecessary. As long as it is an apartment, it is said to be equipped with a constant temperature system.

Extremely developed and extremely backward coexist in this world, which is also the characteristic of this era.

T originally just wanted to sit down and rest for a while, but he fell asleep without knowing it.

When he woke up again, he was lying on the bed, covered with a linen quilt, and there were some dried flowers beside the pillow. He took them and sniffed them, and they smelled like ginger flowers.

He rubbed his tired eyes and decided to get up and go out to find the Feng Shui master and his rhododendron.

He walked through the darkness for a long time. The originally bustling dirt alley seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep without a single sound. He felt that the scenes around him were constantly reappearing, but he still couldn't reach the entrance of the alley.

His tired mind made it difficult for him to tell where he was for a while.He suddenly remembered that there was a flashlight in his pocket, and he reached into the pocket, and sure enough, the small flashlight was lying quietly inside.

The beam of the flashlight can reach 200 meters away. He walked to the wall and projected the light forward.

He walked along this straight light, and when he walked about 150 meters, he saw a slight reflection, passing by his eyes at an extremely fast speed.

what is itThe reflection of dust in the air?

He closed his eyes and thought about it carefully.

"Quick, put him to sleep."

People in the lab were standing there staring at the boy on the screen, but they became busy at the moment, manipulating a long-range stealth drone to inject the boy with a drug that deprives him of consciousness, and the boy instantly lost consciousness and passed out on the spot.

The images monitored by the brainwaves also slowly fell back into a steady curve.

"Teacher, is he the person you are looking for?" A man wearing glasses asked in surprise as he stroked his beard.

At this time, the old woman who claimed to be a Feng Shui master stood in front of the experimenters and was called "teacher".

Her eyes were still so bright and gentle, but her expression was completely different from before. The old woman shook her head, "He is not, but maybe he is. This is an agreement between me and her. I don't know if she told me her child, or would she like to tell."

"Teacher," the man seemed helpless to the old woman's ambiguity, "if he is just keeping the rhododendrons for others, does he really need to do such a troublesome experiment? Just the simulation of the real thing, it will take Spent millions of dollars..."

"Let him go back." The old woman waved her hand.

"What's the point of you doing this?" the man asked puzzled.

"Even if it doesn't make sense, are you going to reject me?" The old woman smiled.

The man moved his lips in embarrassment, "Of course not, teacher."

***

When t woke up, it was already broad daylight, and there was a pot of bright red rhododendrons beside the bed, which was returned by the old lady at some point.He sat up and rubbed his eyes, feeling a little headache.

He remembered that he had been trekking through endless alleys in his dream, until he saw a mysterious flash of light... Is this really a dream?

He touched his clothes, it was warm and dry, not slightly damp from the night dew, he reached into his pocket, and the flashlight was still lying there quietly.

But at this moment, he instantly knew that last night was not a dream.

Because the direction of the flashlight in his pocket was reversed, he still clearly remembered the orientation of the flashlight before he fell asleep-so last night was a man-made dream.

T turned the flashlight in his hand, lost in thought.

"Are you awake, baby?" the old woman's voice came from outside the door.

"Well, good morning," T smiled. He jumped out of bed, held up the rhododendrons, and opened the door for the old lady. "I'm sorry, I have no place to sleep at night."

"It's okay, look, you've rested, and your complexion is much better." The old woman still had the same kind face and bright eyes.

She neatly tied up the door curtain to let the thin morning sun shine in.

T held the rhododendron in his arms and looked at it carefully. It was indeed much more energetic than the withered appearance yesterday, but the dry flowers and leaves could not be revived. He took some coins and cards from his pocket and put them beside the bed, saying , "I have also heard about the price of cell regeneration glue. These are definitely not enough. I will remember your address and send the money sometime later. What do you think?"

The old woman's face changed slightly, she realized that every word of the boy in front of her was implying some information, this is really a scary boy.

She waved her hand and said, "No, I was the one who hurt the flower, and I should be responsible. The weather is fine today, and you're lucky too, baby."

"Thanks to you, it's time for me to go to work, see you later." T said with a smile.

"Goodbye." The old woman sent him to the entrance of the alley and watched him take public transportation.

The boy was holding a bright red rhododendron, and the blood-red petals reflected blood on his pale lips.

The rapidly passing scenery is constantly flowing in his irises, and all the hustle and bustle of the world are projected into the eyes of the young man. Countless information is collected, selected, and stored in his brain... Experienced high-intensity memory A trained brain allows him to quickly and accurately remember large amounts of information, with a capacity comparable to that of a medium-sized calculator.

***

t returned to the rented apartment, which was a slum in District No.14, which had a very ironic name called "Xiangrong Lane".

The apartment building he lives in is a [-]-story long and thin building, with nearly a thousand families crammed into it. What does this kind of life have to do with the word "Xiangrong"?

T rented on the fifth floor. When he first saw this dilapidated building, he felt that the elevator in the building was dying, and it was fulfilled quickly. In the second year of his renting, the elevator crashed and killed 21 tenants. As a result, the building's rent fell to the lowest in the block.

After placing Dujuan on the windowsill, T boiled a handful of dried noodles, added some dehydrated carrots and cabbage, he had very little water at his disposal, and the shallow bottom of the pot always cooked the food beyond recognition, and he always To eat like this, as long as there is seasoning powder, he can eat anything.

Today's fresh vegetables and fruits are only enough to supply the upper class. All the orchards disappeared as early as 200 years ago, and there are very few farmlands left. The vast fruit and vegetable planting bases are only recorded in history textbooks.The current fruits and vegetables are all planted in the hydroponic nutrient solution, and the yield is very small.

And in this war-torn era, no one is in the mood to grow vegetables.However, the poor do not need to eat vegetables, as long as they take a comprehensive nutritional pill a day, they can live to 150 years old-that is what the advertisement says.

But T doesn't take any pills. He would rather lack some so-called nutrition than take the poison produced by these pharmaceutical companies.

After he was full, T wiped the wound on the back of his neck with a disinfectant wipe, and a lot of pus and blood stained his collar. He sighed, took off his clothes, sprayed it with cleaning spray, and then waited They slowly clean up on their own.

After doing this, he was a little tired. He habitually checked the door and window locks, then climbed into bed, rolled up the blanket and fell asleep.

Suddenly, he was awakened by the sound of knocking on the window. Anyone who heard the sound of knocking on the window at night would feel a sense of crisis.

T touched the iron sheet for self-defense from under the pillow—it is forbidden for civilians to own weapons, and even kitchen knives are not allowed to appear at home. This iron sheet was dismantled from old furniture in the second-hand market.

He opened the curtain and looked out, and was stunned for a moment, and the iron piece in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".