It would be nice to be able to do it again, if I could do it again, why should I do it again? Why did I die? My head hurts, but who am I?

……

"No one buys roasted sweet potatoes today, it's really a small day and getting poorer day by day." A fat man with a lewd slew in the middle of a short fat man complained.

"Flying fish, don't look at how small and expensive the sweet potatoes you roast yourself are, there will be ghosts if you can sell them." The white-clothed young man standing next to him selling medicinal herbs smiled and counted the money he made today.

The fat man next to him, who was called Feiyu, rolled his eyes and said, "This is still small, Yu Xijing, let me tell you, this is the Flying Fish brand roasted sweet potato that I worked hard to breed for 7749 days, do you understand my hard work?" You ......"

Before Feiyu finished speaking, the white-clothed young man named Yu Xijing took three roasted sweet potatoes and opened one and began to eat.

"Gotta gotcha, I have to go to school every day, and I can only make more money than you when I pick herbs and sell them for a little money after school," Yu Xijing shook his hand and made a very disgusted look: "Your old man should close the stall early, it's going to be night, the urban management of this town is going to drive people out, go back to sleep early, you." ”

"I haven't sold any of them today, and you still eat my roasted sweet potatoes, I still have to explain it to you today" Feiyu was obviously a little angry, and the meat on his face trembled with anger: "In the eighteen bends of this mountain road, there is still ......"

"Bye-bye." After counting the money, the young man swaggered away after collecting the stall, and did not let the fat man finish his words.

The fat man's face was flushed with anger at this time, and his mouth was spitting dirty words, and he didn't notice that there was a chengguan standing behind him who didn't know when he arrived.

"Big brother, let me go, I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old son, don't take away my sweet potato stall!" After a while, a heart-rending cry came from behind, attracting sideways glances from passers-by on the road.

Yu Xijing now lives in one of the cheapest houses in the neighborhood. As for why it's so cheap, because the house is old, it leaks rain on rainy days, and it leaks when it blows wind, but this is also something that can't be helped.

Because since Yu Xijing remembered, he was an orphan sleeping on the street, and when he was sick, he went to pick herbs to eat, and gradually knew the role of some herbs, and after several years of development, he can now sell some herbs to make some money.

Later, when Yu Xijing was nine years old, he was adopted by a kind-hearted old reporter when he was interviewed on the street, so that he could at least live in a house now.

So he doesn't dislike how bad the conditions are here, it's enough for him to have a place to sleep.

may also confirm that sentence, children who have not gone to school will study harder than ordinary people, and Yu Xijing's academic performance is also very good.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, Yu Xijing, who had walked for an hour on the mountain road, naturally threw her bag on the table and shouted to the kitchen: "Old man, I'm back." ”

Then Yu Xijing habitually went into the kitchen and was about to get a bottle of ice Coke, but found that the old man in his mouth did not come back, Yu Xijing scratched his head suspiciously, and thought to himself: Strange, shouldn't this old man have already left work? I've been with him for eight years, or it's the first time that I haven't come home so late, I won't go anywhere to play, forget it, I'm in a good mood today, let me cook a meal.

……

In a small room at a newspaper office, an old man touched his beard with his hand, and his wrinkled face looked at a copy in front of him in disbelief, as if the pile of paper in his hand was written with the most ridiculous joke in the world.

"Really?" The old man asked the editor-in-chief in front of him: "You know, I haven't written fake news in my life, so I ......"

Before the old man finished speaking, the editor-in-chief in front of him put down the cup of tea in his hand, and interrupted the old man's words: "Old Zhou, you are also an old figure in our editorial department." Everyone knows that you can't fake, so I'm leaving this matter to you to publish, if you don't want to, we won't publish it. After speaking, the editor-in-chief picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, and motioned with his eyes for Zhou Lao to express his opinion.

The old man called Zhou Lao is a well-known reporter, not because he is old, nor because he writes well. Zhou Lao is famous for his fact that when others are writing articles for the sake of popularity, he is writing articles for the truth.

Because Zhou Lao always understands that in this era when using the Internet may be discovered by intelligent machines, it is simply impractical to spread the truth on the Internet. So newspapers have become the best way for humans to know everything. And that's why he became a journalist.

But because he only publishes those real news, he often has no high-profile articles to publish, although he is very famous, although he has also helped many people who dare not speak out in society, but the salary is very meager.

"You don't have to provoke me, if this is true, I will definitely tell the public about these things, but the origin of this thing ......" Zhou Lao wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

During the war between the Robots and the Humans, this kind of news is truly unbelievable: a high-tech company would actually be complicit in the Robots.

The editor-in-chief looked elsewhere, and Zhou Lao also knew that the editor-in-chief would not answer his question, so he changed the subject: "The key is that I still have a child at home, and the publication of this news still has a little impact on our lives." ”

"Isn't he the one you picked up? It's not biological. Zhou Yu, think about it, there are so many newspapers in our big piece of land, if we report this matter one step ahead, won't the popularity of our newspaper rise? The editor-in-chief frowned, glanced at the wall clock on the wall and continued: "If you think about it more, next week will be the best release day, how about our newspaper give you a sum of money to improve your home conditions after this time?" ”

"Although I picked up that child, no one can change the fact that he is my son," Zhou Yu's face became a little ugly, obviously a little resistant to what the editor-in-chief said just now: "It's for the truth, you are not for the heat, you want to make the newspaper popular and make more money." ”

"How much money can you make from the two of you, one picking rotten grass roots, and the other writing some articles that don't look good? I've heard that I can't afford to pay the rent lately," the editor-in-chief was very dissatisfied with what the old man said: "In this way, isn't your current salary two thousand?" I'm going to raise it to 5,000 with you now, as long as you can write this article, it's more than enough to pay the rent and daily expenses. ”

Zhou Yu suddenly stopped talking, thinking about the affairs of his family.

Rent, federal shelter, food, electricity, these are basically the minimum expenses to be paid as a resident, but they add up to a huge mountain that weighs down the heads of those living at the bottom.

"I'll go back and think about it." Zhou Yu sighed and said, although this article may bring some changes to his life, he has made a decision in his heart.

The editor-in-chief couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he looked at Zhou Yu's appearance, he picked up the newspaper and began to read it, he knew that the old man in front of him had released this matter was already a certainty.

"In other words, the weather forecast says that today's wind is a bit strong, so let the employees work overtime and go back early to avoid being unsafe." The editor-in-chief thought to himself.

……

Looking at the two blackened dishes on the table, Yu Xijing nodded with satisfaction, and secretly praised in his heart: It is worthy of the dishes I made, it is simply full of color and flavor, although this color may be a little problem, but it is not a big problem.

Yu Xijing became more and more satisfied with her dishes, and then looked at the wall clock, and couldn't help but feel a little bored.

It's so late, why hasn't this old man come back yet, my dishes are almost cold. Yu Xijing sat on the bench and crossed Erlang's legs, shaking faster and faster, obviously a little impatient.

After reading the time, I saw a black and white photo under the wall clock with a little yellowed transparent glue on the wall, which was the only photo of him and Zhou Lao.

"Why do you want to take black and white photos?" A little child asked the old man with a little gray hair next to him while nibbling on the corn cob.

The old man touched the child's head and said, "My hair still looks black this way, so I don't need to dye it." ”

The child's mouth stopped biting corn, his mouth was full of corn residue, and he said a little unhappily: "I don't believe it, my hair is not white, why do I have to shoot black and white?" I want to take color photos. ”

The old man squatted down to help the child wipe the residue on his mouth, and said while wiping: "In the future, if I die, you don't need to find any black and white photos as a posthumous image, you can directly use this photo ......"

"I don't allow you to die, I want you to live a long life," the child didn't wait for the old man to finish speaking, and then stamped his feet to express his unhappiness: "Didn't you say that you would always be with me?" ”

The old man laughed and looked at the angry child in front of him, and said with love in his words: "Okay, I will definitely accompany you for the rest of my life." ”

……

A gust of wind blew, causing the curtains to fly everywhere. Yu Xijing stood up and was about to close the crackling window, but as soon as she walked to the window, she heard the sound of transparent glue being torn off behind her, and the black and white photo also flew out of the window with the wind.

Yu Xijing had no choice but to stand up and walk to the door, ready to go out to pick up the old black and white photo, just went out and heard the aunt who often danced square upstairs exclaimed: "Be careful!" ”

Yu Xijing looked up, a flower pot smashed into his face, and the last thought in his heart sighed and thought: No, I'm afraid I'm going to be disfigured now, is it possible that I'm going to die like this?

After a scream, Yu Xijing finally collapsed on the steps of the door of the house along with the broken flower pot.