Ling Tian turned around in surprise and saw that a security door had turned into a behind him. After trying it, the old-fashioned key could not be inserted into the lock.

"Who?"

A question came from behind the security door, and even the sound of slippers walking, Ling Tian hurriedly walked to the side, secretly sighing in his heart the magic of the door ghost.

Is this time travel or time travel?

Through the windows of the corridor, he could see the endless high-rise buildings outside, the roar of cars mixed in various noisy sounds, familiar and unfamiliar.

With a hint of shock, Ling Tian walked to the window and saw a figure smoking at the corner of the stairs.

This is a middle-aged man. He has half a head of white hair at a young age. Heavy dark circles surround a pair of blood-covered eyes. His hands holding cigarettes tremble slightly, and the ashes float down little by little.

And on the floor, countless cigarette butts have been lost.

The man also saw Ling Tian, ​​with an apology smile on his face, and waved his hand to disperse the smoke filled the corridor.

Low quality cigarettes.

As a smoker, Ling Tian quickly came to the conclusion, looked up and down the middle-aged man and said, "Where is this?"

The middle-aged man was stunned. This question was obviously a bit beyond his expectations.

"What?"

"Nothing." Ling Tian shook his head and changed his question: "You live here, right?"

The man nodded, looked at one side unconsciously, and his lips squirmed a few times.

It was a closed door with a big word "Fu" sticking on it. It was very new and it looked like it had been posted for a while.

"Yes, yes, you live there too, it's the New Year, haven't you returned yet?"

"New Year?"

Ling Tian was stunned. He really suspected that he had traveled through time. It was still June before he pushed the door, and now it was the Chinese New Year all at once.

"Yes, New Year."

The man repeated it and looked at the door with a strange look.

Sometimes weak and sometimes firm, as if you are constantly plucking up courage, but it's a pity that this courage does not last.

Ling Tian was thinking about whether to mess up something, but the man had thrown the cigarette butt, took out a broom from behind the fire door, and swept it clean.

"It's the Chinese New Year, I'm going home."

It seemed as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was talking to Ling Tian. The man smiled friendly and walked to the door.

He raised his hand and put it down, looked back at Ling Tian's surprised gaze several times, and finally plucked up the courage to knock on the door.

The door opened quickly, and the sound of a group of people singing and laughing came from behind the door.

The person who opened the door was a chubby woman. Her smile became cold when she saw the man. She took off her slippers and slapped her hard on the man's face.

"You're so embarrassed to come back, you trash."

The man seemed to have gotten used to it. He raised his hand slightly, but did not block it, and let the slippers hit his face and make a crisp sound. His pale face instantly red and swollen.

"Sooyoung, what's wrong?"

Hearing the movement, an old woman walked out, looking a little similar to a fat woman, and her expression was even the same. Her face, which was full of smiles, suddenly drooped, and she looked at the man with a squint eyes and snorted coldly.

"Xiuying, stop beating, relatives are still waiting for you to have dinner." The old lady looked arrogant and shouted into the room: "Xiao Ming, bring out the meal."

Soon, a 7 or 8-year-old white and fat boy walked out with a plate.

There are rice and vegetables on the plate, and a chicken leg.

The boy named Xiao Ming skillfully handed the meal to the man: "Dad."

The man reached out to pick it up, but Xiuying reached out to knock the bowl and rice to the ground.

"Baoshi, let you ask for money. If the money has not been collected, how dare you eat?"

The man squirmed a few times and finally didn't say anything.

At this time, all the relatives who were alarmed in the room came out and persuaded Xiuying one by one.

"Xiuying, you're doing the New Year, don't be angry."

"Okay, okay, after all, it's a family, so are you, what's Qi Xiuying doing?"

"Let's have a meal, everyone is happier, it's the New Year."

......

No one spoke for the man, but with everyone's persuasion, Xiuying finally did not take action.

"I'm eating outside myself. After I finish eating, I'll ask for money. I can't get it back. Let's see how I deal with you."

After waiting for a few seconds, when she saw that the man did not move, Xiuying slapped the man in the face: "I thought I had knocked you over with food, right?"

Under Sooyoung's cold gaze, the man finally spoke: "No, no."

After saying that, he bent down and rushed the rice into the plate little by little with his hands.

The others persuaded him again, Xiuying covered her chest with a sad face and said, "You have seen it too. He is so angry with me, so he can't even get back the money he asks for. The word "Dan" cannot pass."

Amid the comfort of a group of people, the door closed, leaving only the man bent over.

As if he noticed Ling Tian's gaze, the man turned his head and looked at it, smiled, picked up all the rice grains, and then walked to Ling Tian with the plate: "I'll make you laugh."

Ling Tian opened his mouth and couldn't close it at all. This was not a joke, it was completely funny.

The man carefully cleaned the garbage in the plate and said, "Fortunately, she hasn't smelled the smoke on me yet, otherwise she might have to go to the hospital again."

The tone was very calm, as if I had said something irrelevant.

"You..." Ling Tian swallowed: "Is that your wife?"

"Well, yes, that fat and fat boy is my son, so cute."

Cute, fart.

Ling Tian swallowed the swear words into his stomach with difficulty: "Why......"

The man looked at Ling Tian strangely: "Aren't you a resident here? Oh, you probably came back for the New Year. People who live here often know that it's no big deal."

While speaking, the man had cleaned the meal and placed it carefully behind the fire door, as if he was afraid that someone would touch it, so he even blocked it with a broom.

After doing everything, the man smiled apologetically and walked downstairs.

Ling Tian's mind was still a little confused, and he subconsciously followed.

Soon, the man came to the first floor, walked around the garden on one side, and stopped outside a bungalow.

This should be the garage of the community. There was a simple hut next to the garage. A little girl of a few years old was washing clothes hard outside the house. When she saw the man, the little girl's eyes lit up. Then she observed the surroundings in panic, and finally looked at Ling Tian with confusion.

The man followed the little girl's gaze, but was surprised but didn't say anything. Instead, he walked up to the little girl and squatted down: "Xiaotuan, it's okay. I won't come out for the New Year today. Look, what did the uncle bring to you."

As he said that, the man took out the chicken legs that he had hidden from his clothes at some point.

The skin on the chicken legs has been peeled off, revealing an attractive flesh color.

"Chicken legs! Thank you uncle."

The little girl happily kissed the man on the face, then took the chicken legs and hurried into the room.

"Grandma, grandma, chicken legs."

The dilapidated hut was leaking everywhere. Standing outside, you could clearly see the simple furniture inside and an old man lying on the bed.

At this moment, when he heard the little girl's words, the old man struggled to get up with difficulty, but was unable to get out of bed. He could only say in that weak voice: "Come on, come on, the old woman has been sick these days and has not picked up a bottle and sold it for money. Can that money be given to you a few days later?"

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