The dusty cuckoo clock in the corner of the room made a "cuckoo" sound, and Chou Ping opened his eyes with the sound.
The sun shines into the bedroom through the window. The body that was overworked yesterday has fully recovered. Or can yesterday be replaced by tomorrow?
All in all, it's going to be another great Friday.
With a happy smile on his face, Chou Ping got up slowly and walked into the bathroom humming a Chinese folk song from the other side of the ocean.
Half an hour later, after taking a satisfied look at his handsome self in the mirror, Chou Ping came to the refrigerator.
Chou Ping opened the refrigerator and closed it again after hesitating for a moment.
There was a piece of bread and a piece of ham inside, which might save his life when he was hungry. Anyway, he didn't want to have another life-and-death showdown with that madman just to fill his stomach.
I looked at the time, it was almost time to go out, this day should be a perfect day.
Putting on a pair of handsome clothes, he walked out of the apartment door confidently, and calmly walked around the disgusting things.
At the bus stop, the bus was slowly pulling in.
The familiar taxi driven by a black guy also came from a distance.
A black head with slightly curly hair poked out.
"Hey! Bro, where do you need to go?"
Chou Ping smiled slightly.
"Today I want to go to the Grand Canyon Park."
"Oh, that's such a wonderful idea!"
Although the black guy praised him, he didn't rush to start the car.
Of course, after Chou Ping took out two hundred-dollar bills, his smile became much more sincere and he started the car.
"Wait a minute, will there be a traffic jam if we go straight?"
"Brother, do you also know that there was a car accident ahead?"
Chou Ping spread his hands, "This is indeed a sad thing, but I don't know the details of the car accident."
"Haha, I dare not say anything else, but you asked the right person about this, because I happened to pass by there when the car accident happened."
Chou Ping raised his eyebrows, "Can you tell me in detail?"
"Of course I'm happy to help you. At that scene, the sports car ran over directly, and the blood..."
Chou Ping hurriedly patted his shoulder, "Brother, stop it quickly. What I want to know is not the specific picture, but the process..."
The black boy repeated Chou Ping's words silently before he understood what he meant.
The fact is that the Chinese language is so vast and profound that people who can still get around it are dizzy even if they switch to another language.
"As for the process, I remember it very clearly. There was a red light at the intersection. I stopped the car, but the speed of the sports car was so fast. If it hadn't been for the morning, I would have suspected that the driver was drunk."
Chou Ping nodded thoughtfully.
"Do you still remember the specific time?"
"Of course I remember. Anyway, there was a traffic jam at the time. I even made a bet with my passenger whether the ambulance would arrive within ten minutes or not."
Chou Ping had an embarrassed smile on his face. This black guy's ability to deflect the topic was better than his driving skills.
"I'm asking you for the specific time..."
"It was about 9:12. I remember it very clearly because the ambulance arrived at 9:23. Because it was a minute late, I lost $12 in fares."
Hearing that this guy lost, Chou Ping was inexplicably excited.
"Oh, this is simply a sad story." Chou Ping said this with a smile.
The fact is that Chou Ping asked the driver to return before he arrived at the Grand Canyon Park. He suddenly felt that going to the Grand Canyon Park alone was boring.
At noon, the car stopped at the door of the two-Michelin-starred French restaurant.
He threw down the two hundred dollars in a cool manner and walked into the restaurant under the reluctant eyes of the black boy.
In the same position, just after sitting down, a tall waitress with flowing blond hair and an exquisite face came over.
"I don't want any of these, just take a portion of the rest!"
The same script, but Chou Ping's state of mind is very different this time. This innocent and lovely person had a threesome with him yesterday, but today he doesn't recognize him at all.
"Sir, is there something wrong with me? Why are you laughing?"
Chou Ping smiled and said: "Lucy, I guess you must have listened to a Chinese song recently. Is it meowing like a cat?"
Lucy reached up to cover her mouth and looked at Chou Ping in disbelief.
"Oh my god, how did you know that?"
When saying this, Lucy recalled it carefully. She would only listen to and learn this song when she was at home alone. She was very sure that she had never played this song in front of anyone, even her best friends. Neither did my friend Lisa.
Chou Ping had a smile on his face. He enjoyed this surprising feeling very much.
"Lucy, you have a mole on your buttocks and a tattoo of the letter F on your back. If I guess correctly, it's the initials of your ex-boyfriend."
After a few minutes, Lucy's worldview almost collapsed.
The Asian man in front of her, whom she was sure she had never met before, actually knew everything about her.
"Sir, are you from the FBI?"
Chou Ping spread his hands, "Do you think the FBI can investigate that there is a mole on your buttocks?"
Lucy's face was flushed, and her mole was on the inside of her buttocks. Unless she was wearing a thong or not wearing anything, no one could see the mole.
But she was sure that she had never worn a thong in front of anyone, and the only people who had seen her naked body were her parents when she was a child, and only a few ex-boyfriends.
Lucy's face suddenly turned ugly.
"I see, it must have been that bastard Jack who told you, didn't he? Did he secretly take photos or record videos?"
"Oh, Lucy, you need to calm down. You and Jack happened two years ago. How could he know about your ex-boyfriend Fording?"
Lucy frowned, the anxious and shy look on her delicate face was really cute.
"Fording, he shouldn't tell you this. He is a racist. I can't imagine him communicating with a yellow man and talking about such private topics!"
"Lucy, don't think too much. You know how to meow like a cat. If I'm not mistaken, Fording doesn't know about it, right?"
Chou Ping's words were like a wake-up call that knocked Lucy unconscious.
"Yes, then how do you know it in such detail?" Lucy murmured.
Suddenly Lucy's eyes froze and she looked at Chou Ping seriously.
"What else do you know about me, and aren't you ready to give me an explanation?"
Chou Ping grinned.
"The truth is, I know everything about you. Do you believe in parallel worlds?"
Lucy was stunned.
"what are you saying?"
"If I said that we were lovers in another similar world, my love for you was enough to cross the barrier of the world and come to this world, would you believe it?"
The corners of Chou Ping's mouth raised slightly. If I couldn't fool you, wouldn't the tens of thousands of dollars I spent last time have been in vain?