The situation at home was the same as usual. Before the bell rang the next day, Jiang Ling finally returned home and saw only a single-door upright refrigerator in the kitchen. This must be Huang Yun's masterpiece. A hopeless person like my father would never think of adding to the family.
Jiang Ling found a sealed bag in her room and placed the half-pound (approximately 150 grams) of controlled substances in it. She slapped a "Do Not Touch" label on it and put it in a corner of the refrigerator's freezer. When she opened the refrigerator, she saw a large amount of Green Claw drinks and several bags of chopped mushrooms. In the freezer, there were a few strange red and white sausages. Jiang Ling hadn't eaten in days and wasn't hungry, so she simply took out a can of drink and drank it.
Lying down on her soft bed, Jiang Ling felt a warmth both familiar and unfamiliar. She didn't harbor any homesickness; she could sleep anywhere. But today's experience was special. Her past wasn't someone else's. The feeling of things changing and people changing was like that. Everyone was experiencing change, but even in the same place, across different timescales, everyone experienced something different.
"I really want to see the future~" She fell asleep thinking about this.
A dreamless night...
Jiang Ling woke up refreshed. She'd heard research suggest that every deep sleep is like a death. You're no longer the same person you were the day before, and your self-perception is simply an illusion created by your brain's memory. She felt this curious research had some validity, explaining that rest often erases the previous day's unpleasantness. But most people wouldn't consider a good night's sleep to be like a death. If that were the case, wouldn't the past be completely meaningless?
"Mom and Dad, I'm going out!" Jiang Ling had things to do, so she woke up early again. When she opened the door, she saw Jiang Wenwen sound asleep, resting her head on Huang Yun's fair belly. Huang Yun looked uneasy, as if she were having a nightmare. She thought it would be best if they slept in separate beds, otherwise one of them would suffer from poor sleep quality.
The pedestrians in the passage were wary of the pretty woman carrying a package wrapped in a black garbage bag, and as Jiang Ling walked slowly, they all made way for her. She had expected some strange approaching or someone bumping into her, but in reality, there weren't that many foolish people looking for trouble on the street. Besides, if she had any real talent, she would have found a job to earn some money.
Between Districts 1 and 3 stood District 2, a route Jiang Ling had become accustomed to. Both connecting sections she'd passed had similar flea markets and train stops. She wasn't too impressed by these fake markets anymore; they weren't like the markets that had everything they had before they were introduced to China. Domestic markets wouldn't have the potential to sell drugs or stolen goods, while those original flea markets in the West were essentially just open dens for selling stolen goods, promoted as environmentally friendly practices. It was laughable.
After passing through several tunnels, waiting for an elevator for dozens of minutes, and then passing through some winding passages, and waiting for an elevator for another ten minutes, Jiang Ling finally arrived at the ground floor of Area 1. She finally understood why the station had to be divided into zones. A few hundred people was a large crowd, and over a thousand was a sea of people. And the station often housed over a hundred thousand people year-round.
The situation at the distribution center was the same as it had been two days before; nothing had changed, simply because time had flown by. The concept of time varied from place to place; perhaps an hour here would equate to a few minutes in marginal areas. Jiang Ling, following her memory, found the Wasteland Bar. The vendor seemed to still have some memory of her, even greeting her as she passed. Jiang Ling waved, understanding, but she didn't stop. She crossed the small street and returned to the alley.
When Jiang Ling arrived at the repair shop, the old man was still working on something with a sander. He noticed someone else coming, but he didn't stop working: "Wait a minute, wait a minute!"
She found a cleaner place, gently placed the things in her hand there, then sat on the package and watched the repairman work slowly.
She waited for about ten minutes. Honestly, it was fascinating to watch the iron rod in his hand gradually change shape and finally become a rotating shaft. If Jiang Ling hadn't had something else to ask him to do, she felt she could have watched all day.
"You are? You are the one who came to borrow the shovel the day before yesterday afternoon, right?" He turned off the power of the sander in front of him, and after its motor completely stopped, he stood up and wiped his hands with his apron and recalled.
"Yes, I brought the things!" Jiang Ling said quickly and quietly. As she spoke, she stood up and patted her butt.
The old man peeked out of the stall, glanced at the black garbage bag beside Jiang Ling, and then glanced toward the alley entrance. He then found a wooden sign that read "Out for Business" and hung it on a hook on the stall's roller shutter. He coughed, "Ahem, come with me to the back. There are too many people here!"
Jiang Ling thought for a moment, then picked up the bag beside her and followed the old man deeper into the alley, passing through two passages between shops and a hidden door. They arrived at a small open space surrounded by scrap metal and spare parts. A lamp hung directly above. Jiang Ling was truly impressed by the ingenuity of these ordinary people. In just a short time, they had created another secret space within this artificial space.
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