With the Dogwood Festival coming to an end, Atlanta's 2003 Spring Extravaganza has officially come to an end.

In a neighborhood in Marietta, a satellite city outside the ring, Martin Davis crutches into the living room, his knee broken in protest in pain.

He's only been in North America for a week, and he's still getting used to it.

On the bare wood-paneled wall of the living room are two yellowed posters.

One is the cover of a certain version of "Gone with the Wind".

The other is the T1000 from Terminator 2.

Martin sat on the cloth couch, his nose tickled from the flying dust, and his sneeze was about to erupt, only to be disintegrated by the hard object that poked his ass.

Rusty broken springs break discolored sponges and non-woven fabrics.

Martin swore and sat on the other side, the broken sponge cushion collapsing into a pit, soft as some of some Dani's large balloon, enveloping the key spot.

His heart ached suddenly.

It is not only a balloon, but also a more difficult future.

Martin has been drifting north for many years, honing his acting skills step by step, learning relevant abilities, and even serving as a martial artist for a few years, and finally relying on sharpening his head to drill the camp, he survived some small supporting roles.

At the beginning of the new year, Martin ran into a supporting role that could be ranked in the top five of the crew.

If the TV series is broadcast smoothly, if it stays up for another five or six years, it may be able to mix the name of an old drama bone.

Martin, who was a good drinker, went on to celebrate, drank a few cocktails, and fell asleep in two oversized balloons, possibly having trouble breathing and causing the tragedy.

When I woke up again, I was in Georgia in 2003.

Formerly Martin Davis is in poor shape, most recently working as a home maintenance worker, fell from the roof a week ago and broke his leg and head.

Martin took advantage of the situation and became 22-year-old Martin Davis, but part of the memories of his predecessor in the United States, like a program that needs to be decoded, is temporarily relatively sluggish.

During the week, Martin spent most of his time getting familiar with the language and gradually communicating normally.

The door opened from the outside, and Elena Carter, with her brown hair tied in a ponytail, came in with the key hooked, followed by her brother Harris Carter, holding a paper bag in her arms.

Elena had delicate features, was tall, and had no freckles common to white people on her smooth face, and as soon as she entered the door, she said, "Brain? Can you speak normally? ”

Martin replied directly to his middle finger, as if he had done it countless times: "What do you know?" A drop in the head, the IQ doubles. ”

Elena held her head high, and her white hoodie rose to an exaggerated height: "Very good, hurry up and find a job, I don't want to send another week of food to the lazy, I still have two little children to raise, and I can't afford to support you." ”

In the week that Martin was injured, it was the four Elena siblings next door who came to deliver food.

"According to Dr. Bill, the chances of you getting well in a week are as high as 70 percent." Harris Carter placed the paper bag on the low wooden table and said, "Free bread from the church, this time with fried chicken." ”

He turned around and left: "Bill worked for two months, healed twenty sheep and thirty-five cows, and did not make a mistake. ”

Before leaving the door, Harris looked back: "The bike is mine today, and I'm going to tutor Sister Cole." ”

"You two idiots, take me to the vet!" Martin burst into a foul mouth and unceremoniously took the paper bag.

Elena sat down next to Martin, touched her buttocks, and said, "You don't have shitty medical insurance, so I don't have the money to take you to a regular clinic." Bill used to live on this street and didn't charge us for medical treatment. ”

Martin took out the bread and munched on the fried chicken, reflecting on his injury and his previous job, and said, "The home repairman owes me two weeks' salary, and this injury, I want to find a way to get more money." ”

His pockets were cleaner than his face, and he was so poor that certain thoughts jumped out of his mind.

"You'd better get some more money!" Elena snatched a piece of bread and took a hard bite: "What you have eaten this week, and what you have eaten and drunk in the previous months, I don't care about you poor ghost." But the rent for this house, your bastard dad hasn't paid it for half a year. ”

She widened her eyes, fiercer than the towering peak: "The most shit thing, this Monday your daddy Jack kidnapped my mom Emma and eloped in the name of true love freedom!" ”

These words reminded Martin, and he searched his memories and sadly found that he was not as simple as a poor ghost.

A month before Jack Davis took Emma Carter, he had his predecessor, Martin Davis, borrow $6,000 from the owner of the House of the Beast.

Emma Carter took the money from her husband Scott Carter selling stolen goods.

The two patted their butts and happily went on a trip around the world, leaving behind two messes.

Martin whispered: "The loan shark who will be repaid in installments will soon repay the first installment." ”

"Go and ask God to bless you." Elena shrugged, there was no cheap sympathy between the poor ghosts.

Martin shook his head and said, "God will not bless the poor ghosts. ”

"Soon this year's disability allowance review day, my uncle James's subsidy, all these years have been received by Jack, Jack left an image, and now he eloped with Emma, and the subsidy is going to be over." Replaced by Elena in distress and madness: "How can you maintain this damn life without money?" ”

Martin was about to ask, then he remembered that the house belonged to James Carter, and said, "Your uncle died eight years ago and ate the wrong flour." ”

"I'm sure you didn't break your brain." Elena didn't care at all and pointed to the grove behind the house: "James is buried there." ”

She was worried a few days ago that Martin fell from a poor ghost to an idiot and a poor ghost, and he would have to raise one more in the future, when her mood was soothed and she understated: "James is lucky to be freed from the pain of the poor ghost, and you and I dug the hole to bury him." ”

"Hell!" Martin had a headache, a poor man in hell, with an incurable disease.

Elena took out her phone with the paint peeling on its shell, looked at the time, stood up and said, "It's time for me to go to the mall." ”

Martin casually relieved: "Don't worry, you can always find a way out." ”

Elena looked at the T1000 poster and said, "Don't go to that damn theater company as a free job, Robert Patrick has never been back to Marietta since he became famous." ”

Martin's current thinking is to solve the basic living problems first, and he responded: "Don't worry, I won't give people free jobs." ”

Because Martin Davis has a criminal record, Elena warned again before going out: "Poor ghost, if you can't do it, I'll settle accounts with you, calculate how many times you and I applauded, and how much you have to pay me!" Also, I'll call the House of the Beast Club and tell them you're willing to go and be a dancer to pay off your debts! Think about why they are willing to lend you usury! ”

"Isn't it right for you to pay for this kind of thing? I'll give you hundreds of millions of goods every time! Martin was right.

Elena raised her hands above her head and sent two middle fingers.

After Martin finished eating the bread and fried chicken, he had food in his stomach and his legs didn't seem to hurt anymore.

After a brief tidying up, he went out and stood in the sun, and he looked at it slightly.

Marietta is a sparsely populated southern suburb town, and even in Clayton, a run-down neighborhood where Martin lives, each family has a small yard in front of their single-family cabins.

In the yard next door, surrounded by broken barbed wire, a boy digs a pit with cardboard at his feet.

This is Elena's ten-year-old brother, Hall Carter.

An old-fashioned Dodge pickup truck drove down the cracked road with a picture of a dancing man spray-painted with the words "House of the Beast" underneath.

The car stopped on the side of the road, and the muscular man in the jacket who got out of the car looked at Martin and asked, "Martin Davis?" ”