The screensaver popped out, and it also pulled Jingyang's thoughts back, he used two fingers to enlarge the photo several times, and watched every protagonist in this carnival again, and he saw it especially slowly on Wei Haiyao, more than the time spent on the dead friend combined. Finally, he opened the comment section and wrote, "Foodies, look here!" 302, No. 36, Qianhua Street, Yinmen District, send the whole meat stew over! After that, he closed the screen of the wisdom disk and prepared to fall asleep with a little regret.

But just as he had just relaxed, and was a little sleepy in the breeze, he remembered that there was still one thing to do tonight.

"Thrush, has the price of those pants been reduced?" Jingyang shouted in front of him.

With the shout, under the table, less than a meter from the head of the bed, the old worn-out smoke of the thrush's mouth rang out again.

The name is due to the fact that the selling point of this model is the charming voice with a crisp opening, which is clearly marked on the advertising sheet, and it has been dubbed by 9 well-known singers, 6 voice actors, and 1 auctioneer. But that was more than ten years ago, and now not only is the voice no longer attractive, but the appearance is even more incompatible with the word eye-catching, a large piece of paint from the eyes to the lips has been worn off, two springs on the left chin have collapsed, and there are more stains on the wig than I can tell the number of years.

Compared with the popular bell mouth, the hands and feet of this old machine butler are basically equal to decoration, so they were simply removed, leaving a head so that the mouth can stick to its post, this lonely head with the looming light under the table, so that Jingyang, who wanted to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, forced his urine back several times.

"Stomach down? …… No, no. "The thrush mouth and the smart disk data exchange, and obtaining privacy is as easy as blinking an eyelid, but its ears are getting more and more outrageous, and it is no longer a problem that can be solved by smearing a little oil and removing rust.

"I'm asking you pants, pants! Are there any discounts? Jingyang is accustomed to this, the old antique function in front of him is broken, he has long been unable to understand the lingua franca, and even in Chinese mode, there will be a hollow ear effect. If it wasn't a gift from his mother, he would have thrown it in the garbage dump a few years ago.

"Promotions haven't been monitored yet, but you're 5% off your weight loss goal today." The thrush finally heard clearly, but today the soul of the family doctor dwells in its iron head, and is always overly concerned about the weight of its master.

Although it didn't sound good, Jing Yang still subconsciously touched the little fat on his stomach, he felt that he was still slightly thinner than the previous week, and this increased weight, thinking about it, can only be attributed to the three pieces of pizza just now.

"The best gift a person can give to himself is to have enough self-discipline........."

Due to the poor progress of the weight loss plan, the thrush began to pour chicken soup violently, and Jingyang didn't bother to listen at all, so he told it to shut up and lay down to rest.

But as soon as the slow drowsiness climbed onto the edge of the bed, the wisdom plate rang out inappropriately. Jing Yang glanced at the caller's name, let out a long sigh, and then pressed the mute button.

But the man was as firm as if he had sworn a poisonous oath, and soon a message came.

"I just finished working overtime and passed by you downstairs, why did I sleep so early?"

Jingyang will do what he counts, pretending not to see it. But it still did not escape the follow-up tracking.

"It's okay to rest early! Find me tomorrow after work and take you to a nice place! ”

"Damn!" Jingyang couldn't help but burst into foul mouth, picked up the pillow and slammed it on his head.

The next afternoon, he cleaned up and went downstairs.

After all, Albon was the only peer he knew in the Silver Gate District, and before he made up his mind to break off this unequal friendship, Jingyang could only cooperate, lest he be dragged out in an upside-down top like last time.

Outside the streets, bustling crowds poured out of the well-formed buildings, and since the Dutch perfected self-healing concrete and invented pseudo-wood steel, construction employment has been breathed with new life.

Before the design masters looked at the vulgar works for ten years, their eyes were about to grow burrs, but the limitations of the material imprisoned the inspiration on the drawings, practical and beautiful places to consider too much, and the application of reinforced concrete is too narrow, so until the eclectic new materials came out, the inspiration became dynamic.

The beautiful building at the end of the street is Jingyang's target, and compared to it, 36 Qianhua Street behind it is like a pen holder, which looks boring.

This office building of the Relocation Management Bureau is the image leader of its kind among hundreds of buildings in the vicinity, and it looks like a giant tree in the sky from a distance. Densely packed with solar panels camouflaged as flat foliage tops the top, and below this foliage are 32 distinctly styled floors, with necklace-like close-fitting windows arranged on the thick branches, like a medieval scale armor for the entire tree.

And today the hall on the first floor is still crowded like a subway station, Jingyang also glanced at the machine next to him when he entered the elevator, this poor iron bump was about to be asked about to short circuit, and the endless consultation made the battery on its back bulge.

Go up to the 12th floor, first pass through a security gate, go straight through the 30-meter-long co-working area, then turn right into the corridor in front of the conference room, then turn left from the second fork, and after walking 15 meters, the left hand is the public tea break area, at this time Jingyang stood in the direction of three o'clock in the tea break area, walked clockwise along the wall to the direction of six o'clock, and then walked nineteen steps towards the door with the men's toilet logo, and stopped at five meters at the door of the bathroom.

In the room on the left, without any house number, there was the person he was looking for.

Jingyang pushed the door in, Albon was picking up a bunch of leaflets from the ground, on the back of the leaflet are three puzzles, black, white and yellow are tightly interlocked, and under the puzzle is printed the familiar slogan "Our origins are different, our union is not distinguished from high or low". As for why he picked it up from the ground, he felt that it was probably caused by Albon's own clumsiness.

It's a bit reluctant to call it an office, three broken desks that have been cobbled together out of nowhere, and a little effort can be picked off at the corners of the tables, and the desks are full of obsolete office supplies from other departments—dozens of interlaced power cords, musty-smelling brown paper bags, and data chips that have lost their shells. They take up most of the space, leaving only one of the smallest corners for the seats.

Albon was visibly overjoyed to see his friend walk in, the young dark-skinned man in a fat navy blue uniform, his shirt accumulating in a loop next to his belly, and his trouser legs sweeping the floor clean like a mop.

"Just in time, man! I'm done sorting these out and I'm ready to get off work! "Albon's signature big mouth gives the teeth a special white look.

"Where are you going tonight?" Jingyang has a tendency to sneeze, and the musty smell in this house is overwhelming.

"Confidentiality, just follow me!"

Together, they folded the scattered leaflets, and then turned back down the labyrinthine route, but stopped again when they passed a hidden door.

"I'll say hello to Boss Fei......" Albon pushed the door open and walked in.

The man in the door seemed to have waxed on his head, and the pure white reflection covered by the heavenly spirit made the mirror feel inferior, and when his subordinate walked in, he was trimming the nails of his left hand with Erlang's legs crossed.

Albon grunted for a while, but in exchange for a few words of instruction without a good face, he nodded his head like a spring, and kept repeating in his mouth, "I'll work overtime tomorrow night to make up for it!" It wasn't until Mr. Fei was tired of scolding that he was able to get out of the room.

After getting rid of all worries, the sun is no longer the only source of light.

On the high wall of the hotel next door, the holographic projection makes up a family of five, and they step on the ladder to go upstairs like a fairy. However, the color of the portrait was distorted, making the family walking on the wall red, and at first glance it looked like tomatoes and red peppers had been finely cultivated.

Jingyang understands this huge culture very well, people like his dad abound, constantly pushing the limits of human overtime every day, and surfing the Internet for entertainment and turning on the TV is simply a luxury. Therefore, the slightly relaxed ten minutes after work have become the main battlefield for advertisers, after all, catching the eyeball is equivalent to grabbing the wallet.

The two sat down in the waiting area of the station, and a bell mouth 11X came over to say hello. On its chest, the words 'low-carbon and environmentally friendly travel' have been worn out to the point that they cannot be seen clearly.

"Need directions, or find the nearest restaurant or hotel?"

"No need, we know the way, thank you."

In fact, if you don't give any answer, the other party will walk away in a funny way, but Jingyang always feels that it is too cold, and he sometimes even feels that the iron bumps are also pitiful.

Since they can determine the best transportation routes, they should also be thinking about their own career routes. The one in front of him may be better at tour guides, but the "Robot Restraint Act" restricts it, and in order not to squeeze the few jobs left, it can only stay here day and night to provide dispensable ride plans, in exchange for the right to continue charging the next night.

A few minutes later, Albon dragged Jingyang onto bus line 3612. He fell asleep as soon as he came up, while Jingyang put his head on the translucent cushion and swayed with the car half-asleep. These cushions are for the 'extremely poor' office workers, although they are not as comfortable as the memory pillows at home, but they are more comfortable than directly on the glass.

At this time, Jingyang, who was empty-minded, missed Bei Qu and Wei Haiyao again.

Admittedly, it was much more developed than his hometown, but he still felt that the shellfish district was better. After all, there are familiar friends in my hometown, supermarkets and cinemas that I frequent, the janitor who always favors beautiful girls in the swimming pool, the billiard hall owner who slumps on the recliner in all seasons, and of course, the most important thing is that there is a beacon that is always bright.

Wei Haiyao is that lighthouse. In the Yinmen area, known as the 'Eurasian Golden Track', the newcomer Jingyang is lonely like a sailboat that has been corroded out of saltiness, and he is not interested in the treasures contained in the depths of the waves, but only wants to be locked by the thick chain of the bowl, where he is not afraid of sharp teeth and wind and waves, and can also see the distance along the pillar of light.

After moving, he tried to contact the girl, but he only said a few polite words as a friend, and when asked about Wei Haiyao's future plans, the other party choked back his courtesy with a sentence of "I haven't thought about it yet".

At this time, the arrival prompt of 'Six Doors Trail' flashed on the car window, and Albon was woken up by the sound of the radio, hurriedly grabbed Jingyang's arm, and rushed down before the car door closed.

What he saw made Jing Yang swallow his saliva, and he didn't see anything except dirty.

There is not a single non-mutilated neon sign on the street, and the scrapped parts and mechanical stumps piled up at the door of every house are mottled. A dilapidated minibus that I don't know if it can still be driven is parked at random, and the already small road is separated into a single tunnel. The standard charging piles in the city center are nowhere to be found, and gasoline exhaust, which is almost extinct elsewhere, still hovers strongly in the middle of the road.

Even if you want to change the scenery from afar, you will most likely be disappointed. At the end of the road there was a weather-beaten overpass, most of the guardrails were broken, and it looked like a grinning boy in the middle of a tooth change, and the handrails on the stairs were missing, probably sold to some scrap yard. It is not too much to write a life-and-death agreement before going to the bridge, even if you walk on a single-plank bridge in the primeval old forest, you will feel more secure than it.

It's not the Silver Gate area, it's just its scars.

"We ...... Out of town? Jingyang looked around, and the antonym of prosperity could be so concrete.

"No, the further south you go, the more immigrants there are."

Albon led the way and finally stopped in front of a shop called the 'Old Place Rest House'.

"Traveling all this way to stay in a hotel?" Jingyang subconsciously asked, he always felt that a hotel in this kind of place should not be a serious business.

"Come on, Jian Li Candy, 10,000 times better than the hotel!" Albon dragged Jingyang's clothes and walked in.

It's a strange little world inside.

There were no rooms, no price lists, a large, airy room, lit only by dilapidated purple tubes. And under the lamp tube obliquely swing more than a dozen capsule-style things, and some positions are a recliner plus a helmet, now half of the cabin and recliner are stuffed with people, at first glance I thought it was a hairdresser, and the only difference is that the wall is not hung with a mirror, but a few display screens with a variety of contents, most of the labels on Jingyang can't understand, but he still found time, blood pressure, heartbeat, respiratory rate and a few other recognizable content.

Albon led the way, but the environment of the store was too flattering. The floor glue is always looming, and half of the paving is missing from two feet, and the tiles are comparable to hidden weapons, and each piece of stepping on it tests the balance ability.

"Slow down! Two-legged bulldozer? ”

At the bar at the end of the house, a large woman with long curly hair suddenly shouted, her chin slightly exaggerated, if she wanted to commit murder, she didn't need to borrow an awl at all, although her expression was full of disgust, but her hands did not stop for a moment.

"I'm sorry, I'm here." Albon looked guilty and quietly moved his right foot from the tile he had just stepped on.

"For how long?" The boss was lazy to greet him, and he got straight to the point when he came up.

Albon glanced at the wisdom disk, doing the simplest calculations.

"Two hours."

The boss piled up the money in his hand, knocked it on the table a few times and stuffed it into his pocket, turned around and searched for a moment in the large cabinet behind him, and took out a brown bottle with a label.

"No, he's the only one!" Seeing that the other party took out four slender sticks similar to the baton, Albon hurriedly presented his supplementary explanation.

"The relocation management bureau is still so picky."

The two sticks were put back, and the look of disdain on the boss's face came back at the same time. Jingyang, who didn't understand anything, nervously looked like a wood carving in the back, which provoked Albon to turn around and pat him on the wooden shoulder.

"Don't be afraid, I'm in for a treat today."

This news was so rare that Jingyang's attention was instantly pulled back.

On the fifth day of moving to Silvergate, he was brainwashed by Albon, who came to the door to do information checks. This low-level clerk who entered the relocation management bureau by relying on the agreement post played himself like a trumpet for three hours, and finally succeeded in creating his glorious image of 'a jack of all trades in Yinmen District' in Jingyang's mind.

The two immediately became friends, and Albon had a generous expression on his face, saying that he would often take Jingyang to a 'good place' to see the world in the future.

I thought it was a polite remark, but I didn't expect it to come true, but the price made people very uncomfortable.

The 100-hole billiard room, the pet concert and the mechanical fighting hall are all very good, but every time he checks out, he always conjures up the wisdom plate to crash, his younger brother has to pay tuition tomorrow morning, forgot the payment password and other strange reasons, so the burden of paying for it finally fell on Jingyang.

The savings that I secretly saved in school went down half in a blink of an eye. Now as soon as he hears someone say 'good place', Jingyang's balance trembles in the wisdom plate.

And today, the iron rooster took the initiative to pluck his feathers, and he found that there was still some difference between Albon's face and body armor.

At this point, the boss, who had finished his preparations, stood up and led them to a space capsule.

"Hotter or cooler, should you humidify?" She asked, turning to the display on the wall.

"Cool it down, just humidify." Although it was the first time to come, Jingyang also understood what it meant.

"Alright." The boss turned and beckoned into the cabin.