The feeling of weightlessness made Cai Gen sit up suddenly, and a flashing red light appeared in front of his eyes.
There is a bar counter, a small red light, and a city map posted on the wall.
Is this a store?
In the store by myself.
Did you just dream?
Cai Gen felt wet all over, as if he had been soaked in a mine with boiling water.
When I touched it back, the pillow was soaked with my own sweat. I was really scared. How much did I sweat?
The store was silent. Through the small red light, I saw the quartz clock. It was not yet one o'clock.
The clothes soaked with sweat made Cai Gen shiver, and his brain regained its ability to think.
That night a few months ago, when the old man selling bean buns came, I had experienced the same dream with that old man.
Among other things, being soaked in boiling water for nine hours left a deep mark on Cai Gen's memory.
It’s just that the plot of today’s dream was more specific and the content was richer.
Of course, this immersive experience also made Cai Gen even more uncomfortable.
Zeng Tiejun, who is this?
What does it have to do with myself?
Everything unusual started with the old man selling bean buns, or in other words, with Zeng Tiejun.
What is the connection between this?
By the way, this time there is an extra horn in the dream. Why are there horns in mines and coal seams?
The old man selling bean buns, Zeng Tiejun, Niu Jiao, these are the characters.
Dead old men catching themselves, gas explosions, bull horns acting like monsters, these are **.
I have become a god of suffering, I have benevolence through my mouth, I have become a god by cooking, and I have committed suicide. These are the results.
Cai Gen found that his brain power was insufficient.
People who don't get along, meet up with things that don't get along, and have such weird results.
Xiao Sun's snoring could still be heard in his ears, still so gentle and peaceful, which made Cai Gen feel a little more at ease.
I wanted to call Xiao Sun up and analyze it with me, but I gave up the idea.
Forget it, he couldn't say anything, so he just went to sleep.
After taking off his soaked clothes, Cai Gen changed into something dry.
Lying on the bed again, smoking and thinking.
Cai Gen has always been very resistant to the fact that he is the God of Pain, his body is special, and he has all kinds of weird things.
I never thought there was anything special about myself, other than being extremely handsome, I also lost my advantage due to my baldness.
Even though the hardships in life are still below average, they are not among the most miserable people.
But something like this happened to me. Was it fate or a coincidence?
This matter could not be clarified in the past, so it was artificially ignored by Cai Gen.
In the end, no one gave Cai Gen a strong explanation for the reason.
What you don't know can't be said, and what you know don't want to say.
By the way, there is fur.
That was the friendliest one to Cai Gen among the supernatural people Cai Gen met.
Not only is he innocent, he is also obedient, and most importantly, he is not only a steel ball, but also the fuse of Cai Gen's life.
In every minute, the existence that accompanies Cai Gen and destroys the world.
Let's ask Maomao. Even if he doesn't know, he can help you analyze it.
Although, in Caigen's heart, it was a bit funny to ask for help with a steel ball for such a thing.
However, people know a lot.
In order not to wake up Xiao Sun, Cai Gen did not choose to dictate.
I wrote down how I met the old man selling bean buns, a series of things that happened next, and my dream tonight, and sent them to Maomao.
Logically speaking, that's an Internet addicted steel ball, so he should reply quickly.
However, when Cai Gen waited until dawn, Maomao paid no attention to him.
Is the internet disconnected there?
Or is Maomao sleeping?
Forget it, we can't rush such a complicated matter.
Cai Gen would forcefully find many reasons and excuses for many things.
Others see it as procrastination.
Cai Gen saw it as a compromise after being unable to do anything.
If you can't let yourself go, who can let you go?
After such a cruel dream, Cai Gen felt much weaker and did not make breakfast, so he asked Xiao Sun to buy steamed buns directly.
A bag of meat, two yuan for a big meat bun.
When I got it back, it was still hot. When I took a bite, my mouth was filled with oil. It was so delicious.
Cai Gen ate five of them himself and couldn't hold on anymore.
By the time Shi Huozhu and the others arrived, Cai Gen had already started drinking tea to relieve his greasiness.
This group of people is worthy of coming down from above. They were struggling to survive yesterday. After sleeping all night, they are all alive and kicking today.
Duan Xiaohong wanted to use steamed buns as a meal and drink the liquor, but Cai Gen stopped her.
"Caibangzi, what do you mean? I won't give you money?"
Cai Gen was very determined and wouldn't let go of the wine glass.
"Duan Tudou, even if you give me money, I won't sell it. You can't always do this."
"Hey, hey, Caibangzi, you are rich now, don't you look down on these hundred and eighty people?
Watch how you float, be careful when extreme joy leads to sorrow."
This is a bit unfair to a good person. It’s really not that Cai Gen doesn’t look down on small money.
Besides, one hundred cups is not a small amount of money.
It’s just that yesterday, Duan Xiaohong and I went to the pit for a walk. We beat people together and were beaten together. They were considered a group.
Cai Gen thinks he is a few years older and cannot watch Duan Xiaohong sink into drinking.
Although it is said that most of the magicians have some special hobbies.
Some drink boiled water, some smoke cigarettes, and some drink heavily.
But there are also people like my wife Yuanyuan who don’t smoke, drink or drink boiled water.
This little girl in her twenties, who hasn't even started a family yet, just drinks three times a day and acts like a drunkard, not pursuing a better road.
In particular, last night's dream also affected Cai Gen. Zeng Tiejun, who was also in his twenties, has disappeared. What a pity.
"Duan Tudou, let's not talk about whether Hu Xiaocao can provide you with three meals of wine a day.
Let’s just say, you are young and soak in wine every day, when will you be old?
If you want to say that you are lovelorn, you can use alcohol to anesthetize you, but for someone like you, who will give you a chance to be lovelorn?"
After Cai Gen finished speaking, he found that he had a bit of a venomous tongue.
Why can’t you say nice things easily?
Isn't this a bit revealing?
Isn't it a little too appropriate for me to treat Duan Xiaohong like this?
Fighting fire with fire, Cai Gen was very satisfied and gave himself a thumbs up.
Duan Xiaohong was instantly offended by Cai Gen.
"Caibangzi, please tell me clearly, what am I like?
Why can't I fall in love?
To tell you the truth, the village chief's son from my hometown committed suicide several times because of me, but I didn't even look down on him.
It’s not that I don’t want to fall in love, it’s that I have higher requirements for myself. What do you think, a vulgar person like you knows?”
Cai Gen didn't react at all, but Shi Huozhu, who was eating steamed buns over there, choked and his face turned red from holding it in.
Others did not react as strongly as Shi Huozhu, but their uncontrollable laughter made Baozi difficult to swallow.
Duan Xiaohong didn't feel she was insulted, she let go of her wine glass and said calmly.
"Forget it, I won't drink anymore, don't believe it.
What the hell do ordinary people like you know?"
After the group teasing mode, Duan Xiaohong held two steamed buns in a furious manner and opened the door.
