Originally, Ye Tian still had the strength to sigh about life, but the ruthless blade of time was like a knife to cut noodles, cutting his spirit into countless filaments. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Swallowing it in one gulp, Ye Tian was already asleep, his spirit was like a spring silkworm spinning silk in a dream, weaving dreams, here - he is the protagonist.

When people's spirit is concentrated, their consciousness can think, and if they are not concentrated, they will use their own memories as silk threads to weave one dream after another.

When your consciousness has no spiritual support, just like the eyes leave the body, many people will find themselves sometimes a bystander, and sometimes they are in it, which is caused by different states. In a shallow dream, consciousness is a state of physical integrity, because consciousness is still deeply connected with the body, so in dreams, it is also as active and able to think as in life. When you are in a deep dream, it is like a derailed train that can no longer drive, or a plane that has lost contact.

There are always some children who fall asleep in the wild, and their parents take them home without waking them up, but they can't wake up after returning home, because the child sleeps deeply, and the consciousness is easy to run too far, and the body is not there after returning. So there is a saying called the soul, call the soul back, and there is another important point in this, don't call ordinary nicknames, because there may be people in the countryside with the same nickname.

It is true that the soul is called wrong, and it may be that this world is a world where the realm of consciousness and the realm of reality overlap.

It was Ye Tian and the brothers who were sleeping soundly, and the voice of Ye's father in the driver's seat in front of the car came.

"Wake up, every day, Daheng, don't sleep, the Jiujiang Bridge will arrive."

Jiujiang Bridge - Started in 1985 and completed in three years, it is the first long-span single-tower double-sided cable-stayed concrete cable-stayed bridge in the Asia-Pacific region.

This bridge marks a milestone in the achievements of reform and opening up, and shows the world that China is beginning to become rich and powerful.

Ye Tian rubbed the corners of his eyes and looked out the window at both sides of the bridge, which were sporadically lit in the dark night. The once prosperous is gone, and the bright lights that illuminate the river have been buried in the garbage heap of history.

No matter how popular a profession is, there will be a time when it will be eliminated, and no matter how promising a project is, there will be a time when it will fall behind.

Even if Du Niang has information about the next ten years, it does not mean that he will be able to lead the first life, Ye Tian feels that self-improvement and conscious learning are already imminent, although he is ten years ahead of others.

But is it like the United States in the seventies and eighties that it claimed to be thirty years ahead of China? So what, China is not looking at its back in 30 years.

Companies can go bankrupt, paper money can depreciate, and knowledge can lag behind. Only by constantly innovating can we maintain our competitiveness, and this abandoned industrial area is a lesson from the past.

"Dad, is it Guangzhou after crossing the Jiujiang Bridge?" Ye Heng thought it was coming.

"No, there are still dozens of miles."

"Ah, what are we told to do so early?"

"What? I haven't slept enough, and the snoring from both of you is almost knocking me out. "Father Ye watched himself drive hard, but his two sons were sleeping in the back, it was a bad meal, I worked so hard to make money not for the two of you.

On the highway is a huge consideration for drivers to drive, think about a quiet straight road that is so quiet that even the car horn is less, there are no people on both sides, how lonely is it for the driver?

It's like a sheep, so boring that it makes you want to fall asleep.

The car came to Guangzhou at the last moment of the day, and there are hotels, inns, and small restaurants on both sides of the lane between the highway entrance and the main city, and people who are tired of driving can find a suitable location for themselves.

Rich bosses and high-ranking officials naturally live in high-end hotels, and for those truck drivers, hotels are generally not very good at living, so they can only go back to the cramped cab, where their clothes are wet and dry, dry and wet.

Ye Tian's father and son all came after eating, whether it was Ye's father who was driving, or Ye Tian and Ye Heng who were in the car, they were all tired to death.

I drove straight to the door of a store called Xinghui Hotel, and the parking space was in front of the door, so I parked the car.

Ye Tian's father and son drove the car with their documents and money, locked the car and left.

"It's hot."

Because there was just a cooling of the air conditioner, now when you go outside, the obvious temperature difference is uncomfortable.

"Hurry up when it's hot, the hotel has air conditioning."

"Three gentlemen, welcome, do you want accommodation?" A young girl with an ordinary appearance who matched this hotel politely asked.

"Stay, are there double and single rooms?" Father Ye's concise answer could not hide his exhaustion.

"Yes, a double room is 100 yuan a day, a single room is 80 yuan a day, and the pressure is 100."

"Okay, then open a double room, a single room.

The three of them took out their ID cards to register their information.

"Brother, this hotel is really ordinary, it's not as good as the one in our town, and it's half as expensive." Ye Heng looked at the ordinary decoration, and sighed that the provincial city was nothing more than that.

"Of course it's ordinary, it's because we're ordinary people that we live in it." Father Ye grabbed the road, so he wanted to make a lot of money even more, and if he didn't have money, he could only live in a small place in his hometown for the rest of his life.

…… There was nothing to say all night, and everyone had something on their minds.

It was only eight o'clock in the morning, and Ye's father took the Ye Tian brothers to check out, ate a simple white porridge fritters for breakfast, and took the map of the provincial city he had just bought, and it was easy to find.

"Dad, turn left ahead." Ye Tian took the map and guided Father Ye to hold the direction.

"Go straight ahead..."

"Guangdong Welfare Lottery Center?" Ye Tian raised his head, and there were a few big characters on a five-height column.

"Dad, wait a minute, don't let people take pictures, and you have to ask that you can't let the real name get out." Ye Tian thought about the news that XX won the XXX million grand prize that often dominated the headlines in his previous life.

If this is known to the whole world, don't talk about how many relatives and friends come to borrow money, those who owe debts to their families can't be delayed.

Ye Tian turned his head and glanced at Ye Tian, and was silent for a moment: "Got it." "I didn't expect my youngest son to think far-reaching.

"Hello, welcome to the Guangdong Welfare Lottery Center, do you want to claim the prize?" A receptionist at the front desk asked politely, a beautiful girl.

Of course, at this moment, it should be Ye Tian or Ye Father, they are all very excited, and the billions of prizes are already in hand.

"Yes, we won the jackpot, and it was a two-color ball." Father Ye looked around, approached and whispered.

"Ah, you won the jackpot?" The front desk is also the lucky winner who hit the jackpot for the first time.

"Be quiet."

"That's right, it's the jackpot that all the numbers have been chosen correctly, the 302 draw."

"Oh, I'll call the manager right now and report to you, you wait a minute."

"Manager Wang, the gentleman who won the jackpot in the 302nd issue of the two-color ball has come to claim the prize, you see~"

"Okay, I'll take it, come down immediately, you entertain him first."

In the last two-color ball Guangdong, one person bought the jackpot, or bought a hundred notes, it seems to be from the west of Guangdong.

Manager Wang Hui stepped on the stairs and thought. (To be continued)