In the slightly cramped and dark bedroom, under the heavy curtains stood a slightly old computer desk. The computer desk was the only electrical appliance in the bedroom. There was an ashtray next to the computer monitor, and there were only a lot of other things left outside.
Coke bottle.
Next to the computer desk is a single bed, with a male body lying upright on the plain sheets.
"Hmm~"
More than an hour has passed since lunch time.
Lin Chengxun groaned. The strong urge to urinate caused his bladder to swell. The treasure gun was as straight as a pillar. He opened his eyelids with difficulty, moved his wrists, and rubbed the eye droppings from the corners of his eyes. Lin Chengxun turned his body and grabbed his head at a 45-degree angle with his backhand.
He took it out, and there was a "bang" sound when the palm of his hand came into contact with the computer table. His fingers unexpectedly did not touch his glasses, but instead touched the cigarette ashes in his hand.
"Um?"
Lin Chengxun was stunned for a moment, still unconscious. He sat up from the bed as if there was a spring under his body. His pupils finally adapted to the dimness in the room. He didn't have time to think too much. His limbs obeyed his muscle memory and walked quickly to the bathroom and stood up.
In front of the toilet, he quickly pulled down his pants, lowered his head and watched as his treasured gun shot out a light yellow water column, then crossed an arc and splashed water in the toilet.
The sound of "pitter patter" was a little noisy.
"Well, I've been a little angry lately."
Lin Chengxun lowered his head and murmured with his thoughts wandering. His fingers unconsciously pushed the spectacle frame on the bridge of his nose, but it was empty.
I was stunned, and for a moment I got goosebumps all over my body, and the lazy rhythm of getting up suddenly disappeared.
After urinating, Lin Chengxun moved his steps and stood in front of the bathroom mirror. He looked at the delicate, clean but unfamiliar face in the mirror and scratched his head. He only felt that his brain hurt.
Damn it, where are my thousand-degree glasses?
Damn it, I can actually see my face clearly in the mirror without wearing glasses?
Damn it, where is my face? My face has been changed!
...
Twenty minutes later.
Lin Chengxun was sitting by the bed, holding a diary that he had pulled out from nowhere. The diary was dated as of yesterday and recorded many things. According to the records in the diary, along with the various things that were constantly emerging in front of his eyes.
With a sense of déjà vu, Lin Chengxun managed to get a lot of information from the diary.
Lin Chengxun, whose father is Chinese and whose mother is from the Peninsula, is of mixed Chinese and Korean descent. He holds Peninsula citizenship and is twenty-two years old.
Now he is a senior student in the sociology department of a university. He joined the army two years ago and completed his service yesterday. The rest of the news is that except for the death of both parents, which is standard for time travellers, there is nothing special.
I have given up my status as a young director before serving in the army.
"Does this count as a professional counterpart after traveling through time?"
Lin Chengxun rubbed his cheek, only to feel the pain at the roots of his teeth. He breathed out lightly, then unbuttoned his collar to dissipate the heat, grabbed the pillow towel soaked with his own sweat, and wiped away the ash accumulated on the pile of papers at his feet.
, squinting his eyes and reading word for word.
Twenty minutes passed again, and Lin Chengxun's posture changed from sitting upright to leaning on the head of the bed. A large stack of scripts was placed on Erlang's lap and was constantly being read. He was tiptoeing and there was something unknown on the fingers of his right hand.
I took out the cigarette from somewhere, and the squinted and steady eyes flashed from time to time in the smoke.
With a "pop", a hand stretched out from the crack of the door to turn on the light, and then a head with half-long hair and a pair of peach blossom eyes popped out, chewing a piece of beef tendon in his mouth.
"Boy, you're up already. Don't look at your pile of garbage. It's time to eat. Hurry up."
After saying that, the head disappeared from the crack in the door, followed by the sound of footsteps rushing downstairs.
"You say it's rubbish, but that's not true. The writing is a bit bad, and the content is fake. Are you writing the script as if it were a fantasy novel?"
Lin Chengxun took a deep breath with the filter in his mouth, then put out the butt of the cigarette, wiped the ashes from his body with a pillow towel, casually threw the pile of things in his hand that he didn't know if they were scripts, walked out of the bedroom barefoot and in a T-shirt, and walked up the stairs.
There were slippers at the door, and I walked downstairs "kick-tapping".
...
Lin Chengxun is located in a three-story building between the eastern half and the middle half of the city, two prosperous areas. The first floor of the building is the only Fahrenheit restaurant left by Lin Chengxun's parents. As for the three floors on the second floor,
The building was later bought by Lin Chengxun with his own savings and compensation from his parents before he entered the service. There were many small rooms on the second floor for temporary living, and the third floor was a large warehouse for storing sundries.
The overall area is quite large.
The Fahrenheit restaurant on the first floor is called Pingan Hotel. It is very large, about 300 square meters in size. It is decorated in bright red and warm colors. The tables and chairs are arranged in an orderly manner. Although the scene is large, the business seems to be very sluggish.
There was not a single customer present in the large restaurant at this time, making the entire restaurant look very empty.
"Fourth, what are you having for lunch?"
Lin Chengxun walked to the table with eight-character steps, sat down with a big prickly ass, and knocked on the table. Seeing that it had no effect, he simply scalped it and woke up the fourth child who was napping on the dining table.
The young man who gets up and comes down to eat by himself is Xu Shuaili.
"What else can we eat? Zhajiang noodles with sweet and sour pork. Do you think we can get you a Manchu-Han banquet or Korean set meal?"
Xu Shuaili muttered and took out a small mirror from his pocket, smoothing his half-length hair that was messed up by Lin Chengxun's scalp. Then he stared at the pimples on his face in the mirror with burning eyes and squeezed his lips in dissatisfaction.
Lin Chengxun ignored his ugly performance, shrugged his shoulders, and whispered softly, seemingly unintentionally: "Is it wrong? You drank so late last night and ate such greasy food so early in the morning. Do you have rice porridge?"
But I saw Xu Shuaili's peach blossom eyes widening in shock, and he shouted in a tone of "I have never seen such a shameless person": "Second brother, have you served in the past two years to add insult to your own shame? First of all,
Not to mention how we drank with you last night, and you changed the Coca-Cola to Pepsi-Cola, and then orange juice; just look at the sun outside, it’s already been more than an hour before the afternoon shift starts, okay?"
When Lin Chengxun heard this, before his brain had time to react, his arm followed the muscle memory and scalped him with a backhand. He opened his mouth and shouted in a joking manner: "Ah, you are the one who called me brother, brother, brother!"
Otherwise I will cut you!"
Xu Shuaili rolled his eyes for his cooperation, then took out his own small mirror and grinned at it.
Lin Chengxun didn't care about this either. In fact, he felt a little disdainful of his predecessor's physique, which could drink Coke to pieces. He glanced at the scorching sun outside and muttered in his mind that no wonder he woke up with sweat on his pillow and mouth.
Zhang Que reflexively said: "Aunt, take a piece of cucumber, more salt and less spicy!"
"Hey, Lin Chengxun, do you want to die?"
The kitchen door suddenly opened, revealing a young man wearing a white chef's uniform, holding a green cucumber in his left hand and a bright and sharp kitchen knife in his right hand. His facial expression was full of dissatisfaction with the title of "aunt".
Lin Chengxun was in a trance again. The image of the man he called "aunt" in front of him quickly overlapped with the image of the boss in the diary. This feeling of déjà vu, as if he was drunk and sleepy, made him want to vomit, but he still couldn't.
I have to admit that this sense of déjà vu has given me great convenience in fitting my identity. Otherwise, why would I say that I lost my memory because of drinking Coke?
However, traveling back in time does not affect the daily quarrels between the five brothers.
"My fourth son calls me my second son every day. I don't see you getting angry. I get angry when I call you aunt. And I'm not wrong. When you go out to eat, isn't it your aunt who cooks and serves the food?"
"That's right, the second brother is right, aunt, the Korean beef is on the plate!" Xu Shuaili's knife also came in an instant.
"We don't have beef, do you want human meat?" The boss, Jin Huicheng, said with a sinister smile, holding out a knife with the kitchen knife in his right hand.