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Chapter 172 Semi-original Script II
Act [-]——

Still a tavern.

The tavern, which does not seem to have any characteristics, is full of people.

The young old Qiao and the middle-aged man sat opposite each other, occupying a rather tense table in the tavern.The table is not big, [-] cm square, it is a little crowded for four people, but it is just right for two people.

There was a plate of fried peanuts on the table, each grain was covered with grains of salt, and the grains of salt reflected some illusory light under the dim light.

The young old Qiao skillfully picked up a peanut with three fingers, threw it into his mouth, chewed it, and clinked the glass with the middle-aged man with a grin: "Why are you so discouraged? What's the problem? Old Fang, I said you too, sometimes if you put it aside properly, maybe the problem will be solved easily?"

Lao Fang fell silent and drank the wine in his glass. Like the young old Qiao, he squeezed the peanuts and put them in his mouth: "Old Qiao, how long have we known each other?"

The young old Qiao squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then shook his head and smiled: "Ten years? 20 years? I don't know, and I can't remember. Anyway, it feels like the two of us have known each other since the day we came to this world, and we are also in this tavern." , is also on this table. That day, you seemed to be annoyed by me squeezing peanuts with my hands."

"Yeah, it's been too long, it's been so long, I actually eat it with my hands just like you." Lao Fang smiled bitterly, and grabbed another peanut and put it in his mouth.

It feels that eating with your hands seems to be much more fragrant than eating with chopsticks.

"That's right, that's the way it is. People need to relax when they live. What's more, we are all trapped in this kind of life. What else can we do except enjoy it?" The tone of the young old Qiao's words was just like that. Like a dying old man.

Old Fang glanced at the young man, Old Qiao, strangely, then put down his wine glass: "I'm leaving."

"Go back?"

"Yes, always escaping is not the way."

"Then are you ready to face everything there?"

"No."

"So, knowing that there is no way to go back, you still want to go back?"

"Correct."

"Well, then I can only wish you the best of luck."

As the young old Qiao said, he toasted his glass and drank it all in one gulp, as a farewell.

Lao Fang took a deep look at the young old Qiao, got up and walked out of the tavern.

The young old Joe grinned at the door, stretched out his hand, put his five fingers together, squeezed a peanut on the plate, opened his mouth and put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, then drank a glass of wine, squinted Keep an eye out for this peanut-and-wine flavor treat.

Then, the camera falls on the glass of wine.

The voice of the young old Joe came out of the picture: "Now, do you know anything?"

……

This scene came to an abrupt end.

Gu Ruobai took a deep breath, and continued to read. Her intuition, as well as the basic law of the movie script, told her that there would be a small climax, or the truth of the story.

Act Six—

In the morning, the park bench, the sun shining through the egg yolk, is wet and somewhat hungry.

The young old Joe was sitting at one end of the bench, and at the other end was a woman in light gray business attire.

There is a cup of milk tea beside the woman in business attire, which is still steaming.

"I've decided not to run away anymore. So, don't ask those useless test questions anymore, let's start directly." The dark circles under the eyes of the young old Joe faded a little, but the bloodshot eyes still revealed that he still Deal with tired edges.

The woman nodded, flipped through the folder, opened it from the back, looked at the question on it, and asked, "At eight o'clock in the morning on June 2020, 6, what happened?"

The young man, Old Qiao, squinted in memory and said slowly: "That day, I left early and made myself a breakfast. The breakfast was very simple, just slices of bread with scrambled eggs. After breakfast, I was ready to go to work. .Walking out of the house, out of the community, while waiting for the bus, I was hit by a car out of control..."

"And then?" the woman asked.

"After that. Maybe I was lucky that day, maybe God didn't want to take me in, so I only suffered a little injury. After I got up, the car had already driven away. I think I can still walk , I went to the company first, so I could talk to the boss, and then go to the hospital for a checkup."

"What happens next?" the woman asked.

"Then, when I came to the hospital, you locked me up and didn't let me out? I said, 0827, didn't your leader tell you this when you came here?" The young old Qiao looked at me strangely. with woman.

On the woman's badge is a serial number, NO.0827.

"Apart from this, do you have other memories?" 0827 continued to ask.

"No more. Speaking of which, I can go back, right? I just asked the boss for a day off. After a long time, the job will be gone." The young old Qiao said at this time, with a worried expression on his face.

"So, do you remember the license plate number of the car that hit you?"

"I didn't see it clearly. I didn't realize it at all, and I was knocked into the air. When I got up, I only saw the rear of the car. My eyes were blurred, but I didn't see the license plate number." The young old Qiao said directly without thinking.

0827 nodded, then closed the folder, and looked at the young old Joe seriously: "Okay, now I have finished asking my questions, and you can go."

"Really?" The young old Qiao looked surprised, but also a little disbelieving.

"Your mission has been completed, and the test shows that your body is in good condition, so you can go." 0827 said seriously.

"You can go, great!"

The young old Qiao jumped up from the chair all at once, but his legs became numb from sitting for a long time, and he almost fell down.

"Are you okay?" 0827 looked at the young old Qiao calmly, as if he was following some process with concern.

"It's okay, but my legs are a little numb."

The young old Qiao grinned in pain. After standing still, he gritted his teeth and waited for the numbness to pass, then walked quickly to the room.

The camera follows young Lao Qiao as he enters the house, packs up his things in the room one by one, puts them into his backpack, then puts on a suit and tie, smiles at the people doing morning exercises outside the window, and hugs the girl on the window sill. A pot of green radishes, then put on the backpack, opened the door and went out.

What greets him will be a brand new life.

……

Act Seven——

The young old Qiao directly hugged Luluo and came to the company with a backpack on his back.

The boss of the company is a middle-aged man, slightly fat, with a bright smile. When he saw the young old Qiao coming, he gave him a firm hug: "Okay, you are finally healed! How are you, can you go to work now? I But let me tell you, the company has a lot of things waiting for you!"

"Don't worry boss, since I'm here, I'm here to solve the problem!" The young old Qiao looked confident.

"That's good, go, your team is still waiting for you."

"See you."

The young boss walked in high-spirited, met with the team, and guided them to complete the work they had put aside these days. After get off work, he worked a little overtime, turned off the computer, hugged the pothos, and went home with his backpack. .

Because no one lives there for days, the house is filled with the smell of dust.

The young old Qiao opened all the windows to let the room be well ventilated, then opened the refrigerator, cleaned out the moldy and expired food, put them in garbage bags, and was about to go out to throw out the garbage when he opened the door and saw Lao Fang.

"You all know that I'm back? Did the boss tell you? Well, you sit in the room first, and I'll go and throw out the garbage." The young old Qiao was only slightly surprised, and after letting him into the room, he went out first.

After throwing out the trash and returning, he saw Lao Fang staring at him inexplicably, grinned and asked, "Old Fang, what trouble did you encounter again?"

Lao Fang was silent for a while before speaking: "Originally I didn't want to find you, after all, you just recovered and returned home. But I really encountered a problem that I can't solve by myself."

"Tell me, what's the matter, let me see if I can help you." The young old Qiao sat down and asked him.

"If, I mean if." Old Fang seemed to be carefully choosing his words, staring straight at the young old Joe: "One day, when you wake up, you will find that the cycle is always the same day, you will How to do it?"

Young Lao Qiao looked at Lao Fang strangely, and then smiled: "Are you talking about "Groundhog Day" or "Source Code"?"

Lao Fang was silent for a while, then nodded: "Well, if you were the protagonist in the movie, how would you solve this infinite loop of time cage?"

"Then it depends on what his mission is? Yes, first of all, he must find the purpose, or mission, of entering this time cage. Then, he can find a way to complete this mission, and most likely he can return to the original world. ." Young Lao Qiao has watched a lot of science fiction movies, so it was easy for him to give his own answer.

Lao Fang shook his head: "What if his mission is to stay in this time cage?"

"Impossible, right? Who would be so bored and create such a time cage? Oh, yes, it is possible, this person has made some big mistakes, like "Groundhog Day", this is a science fiction concept cage."

"He didn't do anything wrong and was an innocent and good man."

"Then this?" The young old Qiao was a little at a loss: "There is no special task, and it is not a mistake, is it?"

"It's not a mental problem, it's a normal person."

Old Fang looked straight at the young man, Old Qiao, and said word by word, "This task was given to him by himself."

"Isn't this mental illness?" The young old Qiao laughed dumbfoundedly.

"No, besides this, he has a more important task, but he is afraid that after entering the time cage, he may not think of that task, so he gave a task that he can't get out of."

"So, he forgot that important task?" The young old Qiao's face suddenly turned ugly.

Lao Fang nodded silently.

"It feels a bit incomprehensible. How about this, I'm going to fry some peanuts, let's have some wine, and then see if we can use the power of wine to open our minds?" Young Old Qiao stood up and walked towards the refrigerator.

Then he took two steps, suddenly turned back and looked at Lao Fang.

　Good morning! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)