48 Hours a Day

“Thank you, thank you, this time thanks to you,” Chemistry teacher under the bridge constantly thanked, at the same time, according to the agreement, pumped the money in the cowhide paper bag to Zhang Heng, looking forward to it, “can I still find you next time trading? ”

Zhang Heng looked at the little boy in the back row.

The latter thought about it and gave a series of telephone numbers, “Call first, whether someone answers or not, hang up immediately, call a second time in half an hour, don't say anything extra inside, don't reveal your identity, leave the meeting place here, so just say the time. ”

“All right, all right.” The chemistry teacher connected and stuffed the cowhide paper bag in the innermost position of the top.

“Wish you a long way.” Zhang Hengdao, started the car.

The chemistry teacher's figure kept going away in the mirror until it was completely out of the dark.

“Lucky for you, you make 4000 euros a night.” Zhang Hengdao, out of that stack of money, pulled 10 200 pieces of par value for the little boy.

The latter frowned, "You don't owe me that much. ”

“It's not the money I owe you, it's the share of the job for you. ”

“I don't want it, it's your fault I didn't even get off the car.” Little boy said.

“The knowledge you gave me on the road alone on how to use modern information systems for tracking is worth so much money. ”

“But I regret it now. ”

“Why?”

“Because you don't look like a good person, why are you so skilled in dealing with the Albanians that you're not scared at all, how do you put down four people all by yourself? How do you know where that gun came from, threatening them with Jonathan, they're gonna let us go, and you've done something like that before? Is your ID really missing, or is it because you're wanted? ”

“You seem to have a lot of questions about me, what would you do if I couldn't give you a satisfactory explanation? Call the police, or just kick me out. ”

The little boy hummed, "Am I gonna kick you out so you can run off to the Albanians and become a real criminal? Forget it. I'll keep an eye on you. ”

“Yes.” Zhang Heng took another thousand from that 2,000 euros, “rent and arrears this month. ”

The little boy finally picked up the money this time, but didn't forget to add, "And the meals, the end of the month, you count. ”

“Okay.”

Zhang Heng went to the parking lot to return the car, then took a bus with the little boy back to his residence. As a result, it rained halfway down, and two people without umbrellas were poured into a cool, heartfelt position, and it was almost 12 o'clock back home.

The two of them went to the bathroom first and changed into clean clothes, but there was nothing to sleep about. The little boy boiled a pot of black tea and asked Zhang Heng, “Would you like a drink? ”

“How much?”

“Do I look like such a cheap person? ”

“I don't know, are you? ”

The little boy turned a white eye and stuffed the cooked black tea into Zhang Heng's hand.

“Sorry, I wasn't with you long enough to get to know you. ”

When the tea in the cup cooled slightly, Zhang Heng tasted a small bite. The taste was very ordinary. The bitter aftertaste was not obvious. It should be the road goods bought randomly in the supermarket.

The little boy also poured himself a cup, then took a seat cushion under the window, took off the slippers on his feet, sat down on his knees, clasped the little crocodile with one hand, picked up the teacup with one hand, drank the warm, warm black tea and sighed a satisfying sigh.

The raindrops knocked on the glass, making a pleasant ticking sound, winding into a tiny watermark, and for a long time neither of them spoke, but each drank the black tea in his hand.

Until Zhang Heng broke the silence, "You persuaded Jonathan to give up and accept reality, why didn't you accept reality yourself? ”

“Hmm?”

“As you said, you're fighting a war you can't win, so why are you fighting again? ”

“Why should I answer your question?” The little boy squinted his eyes, then moved his buttocks and changed his sitting position, turning his legs apart without regard for image, stretching them out twice.

“It's free anyway. ”

“Ha, don't talk from me, 01 but with this training, I got A +, why don't you tell me first why you spy on the black nest. ”

“Because... do they look more like winners? ”

“Yeah, if you only work for the winner, you'll never lose. It's the logic of the smart guy,” the little boy laughs, "but do you know what the smart guy's problem is, they're sometimes too smart... Forget about me, talk about you, you can try to keep making up your parallel universe story, I'm almost forgetting what the world looked like 12 years ago, come on, see how many memories you can evoke of me. ”

“Well, it doesn't really make a big difference, you know, people still care about their own things. Compared to the big political, economic and messy news, people will always care more about their wallets. They will speak for the weak online and cry out for justice, but that's all... instead, it's you. Twelve years from now, you've changed a lot. ”

“Really? Where have I changed? ”

“You really looked like a fake kid at the time, and the whole person was like a tight bow, always trying to prove something, and I couldn't imagine what you were like in life. ”

“Hmm.” The little boy drank tea again.

“But I'm glad that your heart hasn't changed much, and you could have hidden goodness and justice under that ruthless appearance. ”

“You know I wouldn't charge less for your rent even if you said so?” The little boy was in the face.

“You buy me black tea, I have to do something. ”

“Well, if you don't pass, I can't stand to see you do it again because your lies are flawed.” The little boy paused and placed the empty teacup on the windowsill, lifting the little crocodile on his knees.

“It doesn't matter... When you're a kid, you always have a lot of ideals. When you're a teenager, you'll feel like you're the owner of the world, and you'll see the wrong thing, and you'll want to change it, put all the blocks in the wrong place back together, and clean up the dust on your desktop. At that time, you really want to make the world better, but when you're older, you'll find that the world isn't what it used to be, and people don't care about right or wrong.

“The adult world cares only about interests, you see injustices, you see things that need to be corrected for mistakes, but everyone is silent, nobody resists, everyone tells themselves that the world is like this, I should follow the rules and endure those injustices because the price of changing it is too great, I can't do it alone, my voice is too small... so the world sometimes looks like a magical black comedy.

“I mean, I understand the rules of the world, I understand everything about interests, but that doesn't mean that right and wrong don't exist anywhere but interests. Right and right and wrong isn't some kind of philosophical dialectic relationship, and I think the Black Nest is wrong, and they may be the last winners, OK, I admit it, but unfortunately victory doesn't mean justice, and knowing that they're wrong, I'll keep fighting, and 01 will keep fighting, even if nobody wants to stand by us.” The little boy is serious.