In the evening, Wang Yang sat on the sofa, accompanying Wang Xiaoguan to watch the rebroadcast of the Spring Festival Gala, while contemplating how to make choices about his negative emotion value. Although more than 2000 seemed like a lot, at least more than before, Wang Yang felt that he should carefully decide how to spend this money.
The system's store currently only displayed one product, who knows what else would appear in the future?
He also didn't know how these things could appear.
The host on TV said with a smile, "The voting for the 2010 Most Favorite Programs of the CCTV Spring Festival Gala will end at midnight tomorrow. I hope everyone will vote actively. Next, please enjoy the performance by magician Liu Qian."
Wang Yang glanced at Wang Xiaoguan, "You've watched it three times, aren't you tired yet? What's so good about the Spring Festival Gala..."
"Mind your own business," Wang Xiaoguan didn't even look away from the TV screen.
Wang Yang opened the chat software on his domestic smartphone, ready to grab red packets in the class group at any time. There were still a few generous students in the class.
He suddenly saw a male student send a message, "I'm home, everyone be careful on the road."
"I'm home too, haha!"
Wang Yang looked up and suddenly noticed that Wang Xiaoguan was no longer watching TV, but staring at his phone, "The class reunion didn't call you again, did it?"
Wang Yang said indifferently, "They know I don't have the spare money to go Dutch with them, it's normal not to call me."
Wang Xiaoguan looked down on him, "How can you bear this?"
"You don't know the price of firewood, rice, oil, and salt when you're not in charge of the house. When you're 16, you'll have to go to school, and the tuition will be a lot of money," Wang Yang said seriously, "If I don't save money now, I'll be in trouble when the time comes. Electricity costs money, water costs money, and if it weren't for the fact that we can plant some vegetables in the yard, we wouldn't be able to afford vegetables in winter."
Wang Yang leaned back on the sofa, propping his head, and didn't know when he could make money.
"Wang Yang, let's buy lottery tickets," Wang Xiaoguan's eyes lit up at the mention of lottery tickets. She had been like this since she saw the news that someone won tens of millions.
"That's all a rigged game," Wang Yang said with disdain, "Lottery is just a tax on the poor."
"What if we win?" Wang Xiaoguan was not convinced. If others could win, why couldn't she: "Then I can buy a lot of chips."
In Wang Xiaoguan's eyes, money is food, and her favorite food at this stage is chips.
Hearing the word "chips," Wang Yang got up and went back to the room, took out a bag of tomato-flavored chips, tore open the bag, took out a thin slice, and chewed it.
Wang Xiaoguan's eyes were straight: "Wang Yang, are the chips crispy?"
Wang Yang glanced at her and said casually, "Well, let me eat another piece for you to hear."
"Negative emotions from Wang Xiaoguan, +299..."
Pffft, Wang Yang almost spat out the chips in his mouth. Why is this girl so resentful...
"Here, here, the snacks I bought for you in the morning, they were meant for you." Wang Yang handed the chips to Wang Xiaoguan. In the morning, he made a trip to the mall on Sha Chang Road, which wasn't far from where they lived, just three stops by bus.
After seeing the scene, he didn't find anything and came back, and also bought a bag of chips that Wang Xiaoguan loved.
The biggest problem with this child is that whatever food advertisement is on TV, she wants to eat it. Recently, chips have been advertised a lot on TV...
The two rely on each other for survival, and occasionally being able to make Wang Xiaoguan happy makes Wang Yang feel satisfied.
Moreover, the condition for making this little girl happy is so simple, just having delicious food is enough.
Most people find it increasingly difficult to be happy because their desires are expanding.
Wang Yang thinks Wang Xiaoguan is an extraordinary little girl because she can always be so persistent about food, and she can be happy with food.
Someone in the class group suddenly said, "Have you heard about the fire at Xinduhui?"
"I heard about it, what's up?"
"That fire was terrible, it burned the whole mall down, but fortunately, I heard that only four people died, three security guards who couldn't run in time at night, and a warehouse manager."
"Stop, stop, stop." The male student who first mentioned this said, "I'm not talking about the fire!"
"Didn't you just say the fire..."
"Do you know how the fire started?" The male student said mysteriously.
"Isn't it because there were flammable and explosive goods in the warehouse that were not well guarded?" Someone was curious: "Isn't it?"
"Of course not, my dad was there in the morning, and he saw a video in someone's hand, which was very clear. It was a person who seemed to have an ability, and he could release a huge flame at will. It's not a special performance, it's releasing flames with bare hands!" The male student finally told his own experience.
"Is this true or false?" All the students who were watching the group were shocked: "Isn't it a fabricated video? The skills of fabricating videos are very advanced now."
"How could it be? The fire broke out last night, and the video was taken out this morning. Do you think who can make such a video so quickly? I don't think even the world's top special effects teams can do it."
"That's true... The time is too tight, and there's no need to do this."
"Is there really an ability?"
After this question was asked, everyone was briefly silent.
Who didn't have some naive dreams when they were young? If the ability really exists, then the frequent discussions about abilities on the internet recently, and those videos that were deleted but remembered by people, are not baseless.
Someone in the class had seen the video, and someone once mentioned the most impressive sentence: In the future, many people may awaken their abilities in various environments, maybe extreme joy, maybe extreme anger or sadness, and they can even find ways to cultivate. Everything is possible.
"Haha, do you think someone in our class will awaken?"
"This is unpredictable. If anyone awakens, please tell me in advance, and I'll hug your大腿..."
"Don't say that, I really have a hunch that someone in our class will awaken an ability!"
"Who do you think it is?"
"It's me, haha!"
"Forget it, I think it's more reliable to visit famous mountains and find a master to learn from. Isn't there someone who saw Taoist priests breathing clouds on the mountaintop? I think this is reliable!"
Wang Yang looked at the chat records without saying a word, as if he was out of the world. These people never thought about accepting him into this group, and he never thought about integrating into it.
They are like familiar strangers to each other.
Abilities may be a bit far away for these students, but for Wang Yang himself, they are already very close.
That is a broader world, as if one step can step out of a hundred thousand miles and go straight to the sky.