“Brother Jiang, I really tried my best this month.
But there are still a few clients that think the room is not good enough and the price is too expensive, so I couldn’t say much more to convince them.”

Xiao Ping shook in his cheap suit, showing a smile so ugly that it looked like he was crying.

“I know that the performance evaluation from above is strict.
Brother Jiang, please help me, I still have two young children to support at home.”

The man called Brother Jiang turned his back to him.
He leaned against the street lamp, smoking and kept silent.

The smoke in his hand was of the cheap red pagoda mountain brand[1], as the man shook the cigarette, bits of it fell to the ground, looking like scorched snow.

After holding his breath for a few seconds, he took out a stack of red bills rolled up to its corners and stretched out his hand to stuff it into the man’s old coat that looked like it had been worn for more than ten years.

“Take it away.”

The two salesmen next to him showed panicked eyes and pleaded in a wailing voice: “Brother Jiang—”

“I’m giving you another two-months of grace period,” the man pressed the cigarette butt on the lamp post, and said in a low voice, “I will reiterate your performance from the last set of transactions for you.
But there will be no next time.”

Xiao Ping nodded hard again and again as if checking if this was a dream.
He held the stack of old bills in his hands, neither moving to keep it nor return it.

The person next to him quickly winked and said, “What are you doing in a daze, Brother Jiang, let’s go to dinner quickly!”

Before Jiang Wang could speak, the sound of skidding tires from a sudden brake suddenly sounded out from not too far away.

He instinctively kicked away the subordinate beside him, and in the next second his throat clogged up as his body rose into the air.
The truck that went out of control, directly hit Jiang Wang making him fly up.

“Jiang Wang!!!”

“Brother Jiang!!!”

The world was suddenly shaking up and down.

Jiang Wang lost his center of gravity, and kept falling.
He saw reflections of skyscrapers and dilapidated houses.

Finally, he fell into a lake with a thud, and everything fell into darkness.

As he looked at the gloomy sky, his pupils gradually lost focus.

In the end, the police wouldn’t even need to inform anyone of his death.

It was just a pity for the coat he was wearing.

The lake water poured into his lungs, the rotting moisture accompanying it would make people want to vomit.

Jiang Wang sank for about ten seconds, but then he realized he had to get out by himself.

He was average in the water but his body was pretty nimble.
He closed his eyes and endured the taste of blood in his throat as he swam upward.
The only thought currently in his mind was that he shouldn’t be late for his afternoon schedule.

Chaos sounded, like a train passing through a tunnel with shreds of light hovering above the water.

Jiang Wang opened his eyes and looked up, he stretched out his hand to brush away the aquatic plants and kicked out hard.

He appeared on the waters’ surface but all around him there was only silence.

Something was wrong.

This was not the provincial city.

Jiang Wang took a deep breath and swam to the shore.

The truck hit him so hard that his collar was now soaked in blood.
His chin got scratched, cuts spanned half of his palms, and water now filled his leather shoes and socks.

The park lake he thought he fell into had now turned into a small river, and the current city he was seeing was so flat that the horizon could be seen at a glance.
At this moment, a flock of birds coincidentally flew over the clear sky.

Jiang Wang hadn’t seen a flock of birds for many years.
He propped up his body and walked to the higher part of the shore, and realized what was wrong.

There was an intersection two hundred meters away, and a newly built newsstand stood next to it.
The smell of new paint directly hit his nose.

He stumbled over, ignoring the strange gazes of the passersby.
He picked up the local newspaper with one hand, and found the date in the crowd of flip phones and health supplement advertisements.


The 10th of June, year 2006.

He had returned to City A.

Outdated cars and old streets, it looked like a nostalgic set in a period film.
There was even a dog who currently had its legs spread and was peeing next to his suit pants, startling him.

Jiang Wang turned around and walked back to the river without saying a word, and directly plunged in.

When he resurfaced, it was still 2006, but there were a few more children pointing at him on the shore.

Jiang Wang continued to soak in the water, making his face stink.


“Go back for dinner! Don’t look at the crazy man!”

The small town women in floral clothes drove the children back to their homes as the sky gradually darkened.

The man swam back to the shore silently, he wrung out his clothes and started walking deeper into the street.

Jiang Wang was very familiar with this place.

Blocked and remote.
It was a small city near the fifth and sixth tiers that had access to the latest high-speed rail, and it was also the ghost place where he left in a hurry when he was a teenager.

The only thing that needed to be confirmed was…

If it was 2006 now, then the him of 20 years ago, did he still exist here?

The town was not that big, so you could walk to a place you were familiar with in just ten minutes.

There were people in the mahjong hall laughing and joking loudly, the shuffling sound of ‘ping ping pong’ sounded like a lottery.

A light bulb hanged atop an open-aired stall that sold braised chicken and braised duck.
After the hawker received the payment, he would grab a large handful of noodles and throw them into a pot to fry them, you could see sweat dripping down his neck.

All these sights were exactly the same as his childhood memories.

The man’s joy and anger were usually not visible, but at this moment he was even more expressionless.
He walked deeper into the narrow street, his memories coming back little by little.

His company’s team sometimes organizes watching movies together, so he knew of a few things.

The same person in different timelines should not meet each other, otherwise it could trigger an antimatter reaction and cause annihilation.

He was just about to forget about this seemingly important detail completely.

An aunt carrying green onions and pork was chatting with the neighbors.
She shook her hands and breathed out hard as she expressed her excitement.

“It’s a really good business.”

Jiang Wang walked through them and turned into a shanty corner, but suddenly, he heard the cry of a child.

His breathing became hard.

First, he saw a wine bottle roll down, and then the sound of a broken belt hit.

“Stop hitting, Dad— please, Dad!!!”

The child was screaming and howling, his voice pierced the night like an abused kitten.

Jiang Wang felt his blood stagnate at this second, and the thought of leaving quickly passed through his mind.

‘No, that’s the me in the past, I can’t——’

The drunkard overturned the table and smashed its contents all over the floor, yelling and kicking it over and over again.

The next second, the patterned plastic curtains roughly opened, and a little boy rolled out with his arms covering his head.
He staggered and rushed out before he could even properly stand, his face and eyes were flushed and traces of tears could be seen.

When the child opened his eyes and looked up, he saw Jiang Wang

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