Zhi'en thief picked up the cloth bag with a weak heart, explaining that this cloth bag was nothing special, and he picked it up casually when he went out to pick up rags.

Can you carefully pick it up and put it in your pocket under the padded jacket?

Chunyang is not so easy to deceive.

On the way home with the radio, Chunyang reminded: "Auntie and Sister Yunyun won't let you smoke, if you let them know about your sneaky smoking, you will definitely be beaten, you better throw away that cigarette bag." ”

"Oh, how many times have I told you, I really didn't smoke, it wasn't a cigarette bag, it was just an ordinary cloth bag, why don't you believe it!" Zhi'en said with a headache.

What else did Chunyang have to say, Zhili, who had been walking obediently, suddenly said: "The bag is hot, and your hands are hot... Don't touch it..."

He meant that Zhien's cloth bag was hot, and asked Li Chunyang not to touch that cloth bag.

But how can an ordinary cloth bag be hot?

Chunyang thought that he was talking nonsense to help Zhien, so he glanced at Zhien and said: "Look at you, you have taught Zhili badly, I will definitely sue my eldest mother when I go back." ”

It seems that this topic can't be revealed, Zhien sighed helplessly, stopped and put the radio on the ground, took out a cloth bag and handed it to Chunyang: "Zhili didn't lie, I put something in the bag that can heat up, people who are not resistant to heat are a little hot to touch, I don't believe you touch it." ”

Chunyang not only touched it, but also pinched it in Zhien's stunned and nervous gaze, and pouted: "Liar, it's not hot at all, and there's nothing in it, it's just an empty bag." ”

"Really?" asked Ji-eun incredulously, as if he had never taken the bag when it wasn't his.

Chunyang only felt inexplicable, nodded in confirmation, and motioned to Zhien to hurry up with the bag in his hand.

She was actually worried that Zhien was smoking, and she didn't know it, and she always felt uncomfortable knowing that she couldn't persuade her to sue the Guo family again. Now that she can be sure that Guo Zhien is not smoking, she is relieved, and she doesn't care whether the bag is hot or not.

She doesn't care, but Zhien does.

After going home and putting the radio away, Zhien sent Zhili to play with his grandmother again, and pulled Chunyang to hide behind the firewood stack in the backyard and took out the cloth bag.

"If you touch it again, do you really feel nothing?" said Zhi'en nervously.

Chunyang obediently touched it twice, shook his head and said that he didn't feel it.

"What's wrong with you? Did you take the wrong medicine?Is there anything wrong with this rag bag?" Chunyang just found out that Zhi'en was wrong no matter how dull he was, and became curious about this cloth bag.

Zhien hesitated for a while with the bag before he said mysteriously and cautiously: "This is not an ordinary cloth bag, there are good things in it, I don't believe you can reach in and touch it." ”

He ripped the string that tied the bag and motioned for Chunyang to put his hand inside.

Chunyang stretched out his hand in disbelief, and didn't feel anything at first, but when the whole hand was put into the bag, something magical happened.

An unfamiliar scene inexplicably appeared in her mind, and what caught her eye was a huge plaque with five big characters written in red paint on a white background - waste recycling station.

The scrap recycling station is littered with a lot of old things, broken copper and iron, empty bottles and broken bowls, scrapped electrical appliances, old clothes and rags... Among them, several books scattered on the ground attract Chunyang's attention.

She thought to herself how good these books were, she hadn't even read them. The next moment, her hand seemed to be burned by something, it hurt, she subconsciously retracted, the scrap recycling station suddenly disappeared from her mind, and her consciousness returned to the real world.

She looked down in horror, and the pain of being burned was still there, but there were no burns on her hands at all. In addition, the most frightening thing is that there are a few more books in her empty hand just now, the ones she saw in the recycling station.

"Don't be afraid", Zhi'en put a hand on her shoulder and patted her gently, sighing: "I was scared and cried the first time I took something out of my pocket, and I got used to it after a few more experiences, and I won't get burned if I grasp the timing well." Why don't you try again?"

Chunyang immediately shook his head, threw the book to Zhi'en as if he had lost something dirty, and asked in a trembling voice, "What is this? Why is it so evil?

Now that Chunyang has been told the secret of this cloth bag, Zhien naturally knows everything.

In fact, this cloth bag has been carried by him since he was a child, it is an ordinary cloth bag, nothing special, but since the death of his father Guo Houze, every time he puts his hand into the cloth bag, a waste recycling station will appear in his brain, and he can also take things from it.

The grandmother and mother of the family both believe in ghosts and gods, and he was afraid of scaring them, so he didn't say anything, and for ten days and half a month, he went out to pick up rags and secretly found a place to hide, and went into a cloth bag to get some old newspapers and broken books.

If Cao Yun hadn't got married and had to accompany him to give something he could take, he wouldn't have taken the broken radio from the recycle bin.

"Why don't you take it?" Chunyang asked suspiciously after listening to him: "I think there are a lot of good things in it, you can just take out some broken copper and iron to change things, and the conditions at home can be much better." ”

Zhien shook his head, sighed and said, "Didn't you sell it when I took it, no." What you take out of it is okay to use it yourself, but if you sell it, it will disappear. Once I took a piece of iron lump and exchanged it for two plastic basins, and when I turned my head, the iron lump was gone, and the uncle who changed the pot thought that I had stolen the iron lump back and beat me up, and since then I have not sold anything to exchange for anything. ”

There are also recycling bins with broken bikes and broken TVs.,If you can't sell it, it's really useless to take it out and put it at home.,And it's not good to explain it to the family.,Then don't take it at all.。

"Then your bag is useless", calming down, Chunyang said with pity: "If the things in it can be sold and exchanged, your family will already have a good life." ”

Zhien shook his head again and said: "Even if I can sell and exchange things, I won't live on it, my dad said that people have to rely on themselves, and they can't expect pie to fall from the sky." In case I rely on it to develop a habit of laziness and it suddenly fails one day, what should I do, what will I do with the old and young in the family? So, don't keep thinking about those useless things, and live a down-to-earth life. ”

Chunyang thought about it, nodded approvingly, and said seriously: "You're right, we have to rely on ourselves, we can't just think about picking up cheap." ”

Zhi'en didn't expect to reach a consensus with Chunyang so soon, and before telling the truth, he was still a little worried that Chunyang and him were not of the same mind, thinking about living on the scrap recycling station.

"Now it's just the two of us who know the secret, don't tell it, I'll give you the books and newspapers, and promise that you will always have books to read," Zhi'en solemnly promised.

Chunyang was very puzzled: "Zhili doesn't know, he said that your pocket is hot, I thought he knew it." ”