Cai Gen held the takeaway bag in one hand and the staircase handrail in the other.

Follow the memory and go down in the dark.

He didn't dare to cough, afraid to see the terrifying black shadow.

Things in the world, the more afraid of something, what comes.

It's past four o'clock in the morning, which happens to be the time to walk the lung meridian, and I smoked a lot tonight.

Coughing, like a burp and fart, becomes an irrepressible instinct.

Cai Gen had just descended the stairs and began to cough incessantly.

The more I tried to suppress the sound of coughing, the more itchy my throat and eyes became.

The tears were held back, and they were not suppressed.

I just coughed happily, and the voice-activated light came on again.

Cai Gen saw from his teary eyes that there was not a single dark shadow around him.

Around him was a group of black shadows, scorched shadows, all hurrying downstairs with him.

Since the speed of going downstairs was faster than Cai Gen, they all automatically avoided his figure, and none of them touched Cai Gen's body.

Cai Gen became a reef for the flow of people, and when he met him, the black image was like a current, and it automatically separated.

Can they see themselves? Are they able to perceive themselves?

The answer is yes, it's even more terrifying than passing through one's own body.

Not stopping, like coughing without stopping.

Cai Gen was a little numb, walking mechanically, walking with the flow of people.

How many floors he went down, Cai Gen couldn't remember, he just walked like that, following the flow of people.

His legs were already sore, and his muscles stiffened with every step, but he continued to descend the stairs.

Walking endlessly, down, and down, it's like going deep underground.

"The spring breeze of reform is blowing all over the land, and the Chinese people are really angry..."

The ringing of the phone interrupted the endless movement, and the dark shadow around him disappeared.

"The spring breeze of reform is blowing all over the land, and the Chinese people are really angry..."

When the bell rang for the third time.

Cai Gen woke up suddenly, reached out and took out his mobile phone, it's his wife, oh my God, it's his wife.

Quickly connected, the sound of his wife sleeping in a daze came from the opposite side,

"Old Gen, what's wrong with you? Send me WeChat, I got up to go to the toilet and saw it, what do you mean?

Are you drinking too much again? They all say that you should not drink so much, but you just don't listen, and no one cares about you in the store, right? ”

Listening to his wife's more and more energetic, a little sober posture, Cai Gen is not easy to explain, and hurriedly said,

"Wife, it's okay, you can continue to sleep, I'm riding a battery bike, it's cold outside, and my hands are frozen."

When my wife heard that she was riding a battery car, she was delivering food, so she didn't drink too much, so she regained her confusion and said lazily

"It's okay, you stay safe. I continued to sleep. ”

Then he hung up.

Cai Gen put away the phone, looked up, and saw a blood-red 7 through the miserable green light.

Did you walk for so long to get to the 7th floor?

But the soreness of these legs and the stiff muscles reminded Cai Gen, who had practiced long-distance running, that he would have to run at least 2 kilometers to feel this way.

As a result, I only went down the next level?

It seemed that he had already coughed just now, and he didn't want to cough anymore, so he walked down in the dark, and kept going down with the help of the miserable green light of the safety exit.

How could that green light move?

It's like two small green light bulbs, half a flight of stairs away from you.

One layer down by yourself, one layer down with those two green bulbs.

I stood still, and the two little green dots didn't move.

The heart triumphs over fear.

I couldn't help but cough and wanted to use the voice-activated light to see what it was?

The lights came on, and the owner of the pair of small bulbs showed his figure, a large mouse, but with a tail a bit like a squirrel, and eyes a little big.

The green light came from those big eyes.

didn't look at the mousetrap next to him, just stared at Cai Gen.

Cai Gen found that it was already on the second floor, and there was still one floor, and there was only one floor left.

Overcoming the fear of the big rat, he continued to go downstairs.

Seeing Cai Gen go downstairs, the big mouse also went down, and then, it was gone.

Cai Gen didn't look for the big mouse, pushed open the staircase door, and quickly came out.

The hall is still the same hall, the security guard is still snoring on the sofa, and nothing has changed because of Cai Gen's experience.

Cai Gen was really fed up, quickly walked through the hall, entered the turnstile, and left the hotel.

Ride on the battery car and go, but after walking more than 10 meters quickly, the speed of the car slows down.

Cai Gen glanced back at the hotel, it was pitch black upstairs, and none of the windows were lit up, and the pitch black of each window seemed to be dense and scorched shadows.

The lobby downstairs is also pitch black, with only a row of spotlights, shining on a few bright red characters of the Red Romantic Hotel, which is very strange in many black shadows, far away, still clear.

Twisting his head and twisting the battery car with all his might, the car rushed forward, and the follow-up strength was insufficient, difficult, slow, and to die to move forward, and the speed never got up again.

Just now I was in a hurry to go upstairs, forgot to turn off the car lights, this time it was 2 hours, more than 20 degrees below zero, the battery was seriously aging, and there was no power.

Cai Gen, at half past four in the morning, pushed the battery car and walked to the store.

He also tried to ride and walk, but the battery car without electricity, unlike a bicycle, was more tiring than pushing.

The sanitation workers who were sweeping the streets on the road had already come out.

They are admirable, but they are said to be external.

With a fifth of the salary, he does five times as much work.

Is it fair? Isn't it fair? Is life hard? Isn't life bitter?

At half past four in the morning, I pushed the battery car and walked on the street at more than minus 20 degrees.

Is it fair? Isn't it fair?

Let's live!

The sweat on the body just now had soaked the underwear, and the cold air outside was ruthlessly raging on the surface of the body along the hem of the down jacket.

It felt like I had fallen into an ice hole, it was cold.

Cai Gen habitually reached out to touch the cigarette, and there was only an empty cigarette case left in his pocket.

After walking for half an hour, my body finally sweated again because of the activity, and the battery car was pushed away, which was really tiring.

I saw a commissary, with the lights on, probably with an early opening, and an early opening.

Cai Gen parked the car and ran to the window of the supermarket, because it was very hot in the house, and the windows were full of white curtains, which was very beautiful.

I knocked on the window carefully, and after a while, it opened.

Cai Gen hurriedly poked his head in, it was so warm inside, and he hurriedly pointed to the cigarette he often smoked.

"That's it, a box."

A middle-aged woman in pajamas, unkempt and unkempt, looked like she had just risen.

It seems that he was making noodles just now, his hands are all white, he took a box of cigarettes pointed by Cai Gen, and put it in the window.

"7 pieces of 5."

"Isn't it 7 pieces? I've been smoking for several years, and it's always been 7 yuan. ”

"7 blocks after 8 o'clock, 7 blocks 5 blocks at night."

Cai Gen stared at the cigarette for a moment,

"Well, don't."

Retracted her head and was about to leave, when the woman inside hurriedly shouted,

"Forget it, sell you a box for 7 yuan, we sell it for 7 yuan and 5 yuan at night, do you buy steamed buns?"

Cai Gen didn't speak again, took out 10 yuan, handed it in, and took the cigarette in his hand.

------Off topic------

The fox sleeps and falls, and the rabbit walks on the deserted platform, which is the place of singing and dancing back then; The dew and yellow flowers, the smoke and the decaying grass, all belong to the old war field, how often is the prosperity and decline? Strong or weak? It's heartbreaking to think about that! Quoted from "Caigen Tan"