It feels similar to the last time I opened [No. 006] Time Gear. First there was a huge roar, and then my body seemed to be under tremendous pressure. All kinds of strange murmurs and lights flashed in front of my eyes. ...Then Zhou Wang saw the clown in circus costume again, standing in the whirlpool and waving to him.
But this time, because he was mentally prepared, Zhou Wang's endurance improved a lot, at least he no longer felt like he was about to die.
bite!
["The Forgotten Time - No. 003" has been loaded]
[Tip 1: When backtracking, please keep the host's role as a bystander and maintain a calm mood, and do not interfere with yourself]
[Tip 2: In order to facilitate the host's understanding, when backtracking, , will open the "third-party perspective"]
Third-party perspective?
The last time he experienced 006's memory time, he turned on the "leader's perspective", which focused on being immersed in the situation. This time it seems to be different, and it actually became a "third-party perspective"
... When Zhou Wang was thinking this, a burst of dazzling sunlight came, and Zhou Wang subconsciously squinted his eyes.
Although the sunlight was a bit dazzling, it was not blazing. Instead, it exuded a warm feeling, so Zhou Wang quickly adapted to it. Then, before his vision recovered, a very special light fragrance poured in. The tip of Zhou Wang's nose.
It's not as strong as roses. If you smell it carefully, there seems to be an indescribable smell...
This very special smell suddenly brought back some long-lasting memories in Zhou Wang. He opened his eyes and saw what was before him. When I saw the scene, I couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
The blue petals covering the streets are like the bottom frame of an oil painting, and some whirling tree shadows in the middle are used as strokes to outline, forming a beautiful landscape.
Jacaranda...
To be precise, this is the Jacaranda of Mingcheng.
April 23, 2022, happens to be the flowering period of jacaranda.
Are you still in Mingcheng at this time?
I don't know if it was affected by the system, but Zhou Wang always felt that his memory from his sophomore year to his senior year suddenly became a lot blurry, and he couldn't recall many details. However, the streets in front of him became more and more familiar, which made him feel more familiar. Zhou Wang suddenly remembered some past events.
...Because this is an internal road on the Cai Da campus, leading directly to the side entrance with little traffic. Many of his campus memories took place on this road.
Just as Zhou Wang was thinking this, the sound of light tires crushing flower petals suddenly came from the slightly empty street. Zhou Wang turned around and saw a 20-year-old boy riding a bicycle. The shared bicycle came over.
The slightly long broken hair was wet with sweat and stuck tightly to the young man's forehead. A white T-shirt from Semir was also soaked with sweat, revealing some vertical stripes. The trousers were of a different brand with signs of wear. Jeans, paired with a pair of discounted sneakers bought from the Aolong World Expo...
The young man was supposed to be 70% handsome, but under this outfit, he was instantly worn down to less than 30%.
Zhou Wang covered his face and couldn't bear to look directly.
It turns out that when I was a sophomore in college, I was already so stretched out in appearance?
However, considering that this is already the second half of the sophomore year, it should be the period when I failed to start a business for the first time and was defeated by reality. In addition, poor people generally have no aesthetics, so it is okay to be so sloppy. Very normal.
It's quite funny when you think about it. Many boys in their school days don't understand the truth. In fact, you don't have to be handsome. As long as you can keep it clean and tidy, make your body smell better, and trim your nose hair, you can chase girls. The child's difficulty will plummet...
It's a pity that no one will teach those frizzy boys in adolescence such knowledge. Everyone always leaves countless regrets in their stumbles. Years later, when I look back, I realize that I was like this at the beginning. Ridiculously childish.
squeak!
Accompanied by the unresponsive braking sound of the shared bicycle, the sweaty big boy temporarily parked the bicycle on the side of the road.
I have to say that it feels really awkward to look at "myself" from this ghost-like perspective.
Zhou Wang feels like he is now like a holographic 360-degree camera. He can truly feel the world around him, but he does not exist in this world.
The greener "Zhou Wang" in his field of vision parked his bicycle on the side of the road, wiped the sweat from his forehead, took out the mineral water stuck in the back seat and drank a few sips, and then touched a few on his body. Go down and take out a squeezed and deformed cigarette case and a lighter.
The pack of cigarettes in "Zhou Wang's" hand is a white hard-shell classic 1956, priced at 7 yuan a pack. It is also a rescue product of Hongta Group and the first choice of countless urban smokers and rebellious student parties.
"Zhou Wang" hesitated for a moment after opening the cigarette case cover, because there were only three cigarettes left in the cigarette case.
Zhou Wang smiled with emotion after seeing it. He knew why "he" hesitated.
At that time, he had to work part-time every day and didn't even have time to go to an Internet cafe. Alcohol and tobacco became his only channels to relieve his stress. Considering that the cost of drinking was too high, he could only occasionally go to the roommates. Smoking has become the biggest pastime in daily life.
Zhou Wang wasn't originally addicted to smoking, but he got into it during that time.
But even if you smoke, you have to save as much as possible. If he remembers correctly, the quota he set for himself at that time was to smoke one pack for three days, which averaged about six cigarettes a day.
It's not even afternoon yet, and there are only three cigarettes left in the cigarette case, so "I" am worried that if I can't last a day, this pack of cigarettes will be gone.
After hesitating for a moment, "Zhou Wang" finally took out a cigarette, lit it with a lighter, took a deep breath, and then leaned on the bicycle in a daze.
Maybe he was thinking about something, or maybe... the young man was simply enjoying the silence of this moment.
After an unknown amount of time, a faint bell rang, and "Zhou Wang" came back to his senses. He quickly put out the cigarette butt in his hand, then took out a thick stack of leaflets from the hanging basket of his bicycle and walked forward. go.
Arriving at the intersection between the teaching building and the garden, a large number of people soon arrived. Zhou Wang stood in the middle of the road, handing out leaflets to the left and right.
"Senior brother, do you want to know more about swimming and fitness?"
"Senior sister, the coffee shop is open, and the photographers are taking pictures. The handsome brother will teach you how to make latte art and make coffee. Scan the QR code and follow the official account for surprises..."
"Senior sister, I want to take a set. Do you want to take photos? There should be no regrets in youth. Your prime time deserves to be frozen into an eternal moment..."
Yes, "Zhou Wang" distributes more than just flyers, because he is also well-known in the agency circle. He is a "little business expert", so many people come to him to distribute flyers.
Based on the market situation in Mingcheng, you can usually earn between 50 and 100 yuan by distributing 1,000 flyers, but Zhou Wang can earn 200 to 300 yuan a day just by distributing flyers, which shows how awesome he is.
It's a pity... no matter how awesome you are, you can't turn around by handing out leaflets.
From time to time, a schoolmate would recognize Zhou Wang and make a joke like, "Brother Guan Xi has also started handing out flyers."
More than half an hour later, "Zhou Wang" emptied the flyers in his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, got on his bicycle without stopping, and headed towards the next place.
His situation at that time was very bad. It was the period when the debts of his first entrepreneurial failure were concentrated. Under the pressure of repaying debts, just a part-time job was not enough. After all, he also had to earn his own tuition and living expenses, so "Zhou Wang" also needs to continue working at night.
Zhou Wang, who was watching from the sidelines, watched all this silently, and was about to follow him. He suddenly noticed that after "he" left on his bicycle, an inconspicuous old-fashioned Buick car on the side of the road also started up. The speed of the car was so fast that it kept up with him by a long way.
This car is...
This scene that was suddenly noticed by Zhou Wang has never been shown in his memory. The confused Zhou Wang thought, and his perspective suddenly zoomed in. He seemed to have passed through that place in a second. A Buick car.
In the interior of the car, which is very old but still has some traces of luxury, the driver wearing white gloves is driving the vehicle silently, with his peripheral vision following the young man pedaling hard on the bicycle in front of him.
Is this Buick following me?
Zhou Wang became more and more confused. As a sophomore, he was worth tracking...
But when Zhou Wang's perspective turned to the back row, he instantly understood something.
Sitting on the back seat was a girl with a bright face.
The overlapping white long skirt and the halter top with irregular neckline show some youthful vitality in the elegance. The skin is so fair that it seems to be glowing, and it contrasts with the facial features that are a bit mixed, creating an astonishing look. The beauty is none other than Ding Yi.
Ding Yi sat in the back row, looking around from a distance, with sweat looming on his smooth forehead.
"Uncle Li, can the air conditioner be turned up higher?"
Ding Yi said softly.
"I'm sorry, miss, the air-conditioning system of this car may be a bit outdated, otherwise I would ask Xiao Zhang to drive the Bentley over..."
The driver tried to adjust it, but after finding that it didn't work, he quickly suggested.
"No need, just leave it like that."
Ding Yi shook his head.
The driver didn't say anything after seeing this, and just followed the boy from a distance until he came to the small commodity street near the university town.
Zhou Wang saw "himself" stopping the car and entering a small building. When he came out again, he had a blue vest hanging on his body and an electric car key in his hand. .
The young man used the key to unlock one of the many electric cars at the door, and then carefully pushed the electric car out. After confirming the prompts on his phone, he got on the electric car and started to rush to a certain merchant.
Yes...delivery.
A college student without any outstanding skills can only earn an extra income in this way during his free time starting in the evening.
Zhou Wang was no stranger to this scene. After all, in his own memory, he spent many afternoons and nights like this.
But he never thought that there was another pair of eyes behind him.
Ding Yi, who was sitting in the car, stared at the young man riding the electric car with slightly complicated eyes, while Zhou Wang, who was "next to" Ding Yi, stared at her with the same complicated eyes.
The Buick followed the electric car from a distance, from the vegetable market to the community, from the restaurant to the office building, and then from the family planning supply store to the hotel...
During the process, when Zhou Wang disappeared at the entrance of the community or in the corridor, Ding Yi She would lower her head to flip through the books in her hands, or memorize words. When Zhou Wang appeared again, she would raise her head, her eyes always staying on him.
It turns out that I was not that lonely at that time. Zhou Wang thought silently.
But Zhou Wang wasn't sure whether Ding Yi's actions in those days were accidental or frequent...
After all, from his own perspective, the two had lost contact.
Soon Zhou Wang seemed to have the answer.
Because when the time came to a certain moment, Ding Yi, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said: "Uncle Li, please place an errand order."
The words had no beginning or end, but the driver, Uncle Li, nodded clearly, and he took out the After picking up the phone and doing some operations, "Zhou Wang" who was resting on the electric car seat not far away also received a new order prompt.
"Zhou Wang" opened it, looked around, then got off the electric car and walked into a nearby supermarket.
After a while, "Zhou Wang" came out carrying some beer and snacks. He had just put the things away and was about to turn the key when his cell phone suddenly rang.
"Hello, who are you?"
"Hello, I'm the customer who just placed an order for you. Something happened here, so you don't have to send me the things I bought."
"But..."
" The pickup code is 1619. You can throw those things away or keep them for yourself, that's it
.
Listening to the busy signal of the phone being hung up, "Zhou Wang" was a little confused, but this kind of thing happens occasionally, so it's not surprising.
After verifying the pickup code, "Zhou Wang" looked at the beer snacks in his hand. Just when he thought he had made a profit, he received another tip from the platform.
"User **** gave you a tip of 200 yuan."
"Zhou Wang" looked a little stunned. He just didn't want the things, but he also tipped me 200 yuan?
200 yuan is already the maximum tip limit restricted by the platform, which is comparable to Zhou Wang's income from running for a night.
But the real reason why he was stunned was because this was not only the first time he encountered similar strange things.
"This world is still stupid...there are so many good people!"
The cheerful "Zhou Wang" didn't think much. He sighed as Zhou Wang's mouth twitched at his gaze, and then continued riding his electric bike to run the bike.
Uncle Li on the other side also hung up the phone and nodded slightly to Ding Yi, indicating that he had completed the task.
It was getting dark. When the time came to around nine o'clock in the evening, the young man finally stopped his busy day. He returned the electric scooter to the takeout station, took off his blue vest, opened a bottle of beer, and gave himself another bottle of beer. I lit a cigarette and walked along the street towards the school.
At this time, Ding Yi also opened the door and got out of the car. Holding two books in her arms, she silently followed Zhou Wang not far behind, neither getting closer nor falling further behind.
At that moment, the two of them were in sync.
Zhou Wang's own mood is hard to describe. If he hadn't opened up the third-party perspective in the memory fragments, he really wouldn't have known that there were so many silent colors in those dark years
... When Zhou Wang was slightly distracted, he noticed that Ding Yi suddenly stopped and looked around in confusion.
Zhou Wang looked up and found that "himself" who was walking in front had disappeared into the crowd at some point. Ding Yi couldn't see "himself", so he stopped.
Well, where is my person?
Zhou Wang himself was a little confused, because even though he was from a third-party perspective, he couldn't find where "he" had gone.
Just when Ding Yi was confused on the street corner, a figure appeared silently behind her, "You don't have to do this."
The sudden voice startled the girl slightly. Ding Yi turned around and looked at something unknown. "Zhou Wang" appeared behind him and opened his mouth. He didn't know what to say for a while.
Only Zhou Wang, who was on the sidelines, noticed the anomaly.
Not only because he was sure that this episode did not exist in his normal memory, but also because of the demeanor of "himself" in front of him.
The appearance is still the same, and the clothes and appearance are still sloppy, but the temperament is completely different.
His back was straight, his expression was indifferent, and his brows and eyes were full of coldness... That look was more similar to the "self" in [No. 006].
What is going on?
Split personality, or a clone created by the system...
Zhou Wang himself was a little confused, so he could only choose to watch patiently.
"You...have noticed it a long time ago?"
Ding Yi was a little flustered, but she quickly adjusted her emotions.
"You don't have to do this."
The young man remained calm and did not explain, but just repeated it.
Ding Yi bit his lip, took a deep breath and said, "But Zhou Wang, you don't have to do this. Did you see the message I sent you before? I... can lend you money, not a lot." , and it won't put any burden on you. You can make a plan and pay it back to me slowly..."
"I don't need it."
The young man shook his head and interrupted her directly. When Ding Yi looked up in surprise, the young man said calmly. She said,
"I have my own plan. Can I ask you...don't bother me again?"
"You..."
Ding Yi seemed to have not expected Zhou Wang to say this. Her breathing stopped for a moment and her eyes were a little red.
But Ding Yi is Ding Yi, and soon, she smiled again, "Zhou Wang, it's a good thing for boys to have self-esteem. I know you may be a little embarrassed, but you are only nineteen years old, your future will definitely be Sparkling, I told you this when I was a freshman, so..."
"Are you done?"
"Zhou Wang" interrupted her at this time, glanced at the non-existent watch, and said calmly. : "I'm in a hurry, sorry..."
After saying that, Zhou Wang turned around and left.
The smile on Ding Yi's face froze. In the bright light, she stood there in a daze for a long time...
Zhou Wang didn't know how long it was, because his perspective had been forced back to "himself".
"Boring chicken soup for the soul, boring love."
Zhou Wang heard "himself" muttering like this, and then took out his mobile phone and made a call.
After a while, Zhou Wang followed "himself" who was striding forward and came to a Near the public toilet, there is already a motorcycle rider dressed in black waiting, carrying a package in his hand.
"Mr. Zhou?"
After the rider confirmed his identity with "himself", he handed the package in his hand to Zhou Wang and then drove away.
As for "himself", he carried the package directly into the public toilet. Ten minutes later, when "himself" walked out again, Zhou Wang was stunned for a moment.
His handsome black casual suit, shiny black leather shoes, his newly styled hair styled into a slicked back, and his stern face made him look like a domineering president from a TV series, instantly making the maid next to him look straight in the eye.
The newly dressed "Zhou Wang" checked his passport and ID card, and then reached out to stop a taxi on the roadside.
"Go to the airport, please hurry up."
"Zhou Wang" said as he casually took out two hundred-dollar bills from his not-thick wallet and threw them directly into the driver's arms.
More than half an hour later, the taxi drove into Mingcheng Changshui International Airport, and Zhou Wang watched "himself" board the flight from Mingcheng to Paris.
...
boom!
As the plane took off, the scene in front of me suddenly started to fast forward like it was eight times faster.
Zhou Wang watched helplessly as "he" arrived in Paris, got off the plane, and exited Charles de Gaulle Airport. Only then did the scene slow down.
In sight, a Rolls-Royce drove up from the airport pick-up lane. After the car stopped, a slightly fat white man hurriedly got out of the back seat. His face was full of surprise and he wanted to step forward to "look around". A hug.
"Oh, dear Zhou, I finally see you again. If you don't come, those old guys from the Chamber of Commerce will probably fly to China to visit you..."
The white man greeted him with enthusiasm and respect. At that moment, Zhou Wang's identity automatically emerged in Zhou Wang's mind -
Vice President of the Paris Chamber of Commerce and Industry, Phil Reynaud.