Fast Travel Absurdity Sutra

Chapter 242: The Great Battle in the Capital in the Period Literature (22)

In Lantian's home in the staff residential area of ​​the Beijing Machinery Factory, the sunlight struggled to pass through the somewhat mottled window and fell on the old wooden floor. The interweaving of light and shadow failed to dispel the dull atmosphere in the room.

As usual, Zhou Mingguo and Wan Wan went out to work at the factory early. The whole house fell into silence in an instant, leaving Lantian alone immersed in the vortex of thoughts.

She sat at the slightly worn desk, her brows furrowed, her eyes fixed on the table.

She had maintained this posture for a long time without moving at all.

The existence of "killing" is like a sword of Damocles hanging over our heads, which may fall at any time and bring immeasurable disaster.

"Ergou, it's been so long, and you really can't find any clues about the 'murder'?" Lantian's voice was filled with a hint of fatigue and anxiety, echoing in the empty room.

"Host, I have checked everywhere I could. This 'killing' is like a ghost, leaving no trace at all."

The voice of Ergou, boasting a little, sounded helpless in Lantian's sea of ​​consciousness.

At this moment, the arrogant Ergou seemed to suddenly remember something, and his voice suddenly rose a few degrees.

"Host, host! I have some big news from Liujia Village. Would you like to hear it? It might help you relax."

Lan Tian was racking his brains trying to figure out how to find the clues to the murder. Hearing this, he frowned slightly, but still replied perfunctorily, "Okay, tell me."

She thought to herself, Ergou is becoming more and more humane. If she rejects him now, he'll definitely slack off during work later. Never mind, just go along with him. When did he become so gossipy?

"Hey, do you still remember the male lead Xia Jun and the female lead Song Xiang? Their love is completely over!"

The tone of the arrogant Ergou was full of gloating, and then he began to describe it vividly.

To be honest, when they first went to the countryside, Xia Jun and Song Xiang completely let go of their burdens. They were not shy at all and were very sweet together for a while.

In Liujia Village, whether it is the educated youth or the villagers, they all think that Xia Jun and Song Xiang are an enviable couple in Liujia Village.

In the fields, they can often be seen working side by side. Xia Jun always rushes to do the heavy work. His clothes are soaked with sweat, but he never forgets to turn around and give Song Xiang a simple smile.

Song Xiang was all smiles, handing Xia Jun a kettle from time to time, her eyes full of tenderness.

At that time, their love grew freely in their simple life, and they were full of beautiful visions for the future.

However, the good times didn't last long. As the days passed, the trivialities and hardships of life gradually revealed their hideous faces.

Although no one in the village would starve to death, the harvest was indeed poor, every household was short of food, and the shadow of hunger hung over everyone.

In this day and age, being able to have enough food to eat is everyone’s ultimate dream.

Although Song Xiang's family was not wealthy since she was a child, she had the original owner as a tool, so she had never suffered such hardship.

Faced with her dwindling food supply, she began to look worried. Moreover, the daily work in the fields was too much for her.

At the beginning, Xia Jun and Song Xiang were indeed sweet, which offset many of the hardships in life.

In order to feed Song Xiang, he often went hungry himself and went to the farther mountains to dig wild vegetables, which he then cooked into porridge. However, Song Xiang found it difficult to swallow after just a few bites.

"Xia Jun, when will this end? I can't stand eating this every day."

Song Xiang felt extremely aggrieved, frowning, with a tone of grievance and complaint in her voice.

Every day she was squeezed on a large bunk bed in the yard of the educated youth. If the person next to her farted, it would make her feel uncomfortable for half a day.

The hard work caused many young people to snore when they slept, which often kept her awake.

Because she arrived late, all the good beds in the dormitory for the female educated youth were taken by others, so she could only squeeze into the corner.

Here, not only is the lighting poor, but the village's septic tank is not far from the window.

At night, the strong smell often kept her awake.

She couldn't sleep well at night and had to work in the fields during the day.

These days, she felt like she couldn't get through a single day.

Looking at the green bowl at this moment, she couldn't help but face darkening.

"Xiang'er, be patient. After this period of time, everything will be fine."

While comforting Song Xiang, Xia Jun sighed secretly. He didn't know how long this hard life would last.

He himself actually felt that he couldn't hold on any longer.

At this time, the village chief's second son began to appear frequently in front of Song Xiang.

He often held snacks and candies bought from town in his hands and waved them in front of Song Xiang.

"Xiang'er, come with me. I can make sure you have delicious food and drinks, so you don't have to endure this hardship anymore. My family is well-off, and if you marry me, you won't have to work in the fields."

The words of the village chief's second son were like a hook, arousing Song Xiang's desire for a better life.

Song Xiang's heart began to waver. Looking at Xia Jun's tattered clothes and calloused hands, and thinking about the beautiful life described by the village chief's second son, hesitation gradually appeared in her eyes.

Xia Jun noticed the change in Song Xiang, and he had actually been unable to accept it for a long time.

Not only was he starving, he also had to work. Most importantly, he had to take care of Song Xiang. Before, they had Zhou Tian as their helper, so life wasn't too difficult. But now, not only was he starving, he also had to do the heavy farm work, and even take care of Song Xiang. After the initial sweetness of love couldn't withstand the hardships of life, he actually felt that if Song Xiang left, it wouldn't be a bad thing.

Finally, on a cold evening, Song Xiang mustered up the courage to say to Xia Jun, "Xia Jun, let's break up. I don't want to live like this anymore."

When Xia Jun heard this, he even revealed a hint of joy in his heart. However, he tried hard to hold it back and didn't show it. He stared at Song Xiang blankly, his lips trembling, but he couldn't say a word.

"Xiang'er, have you really decided? We've been through so much together..."

Xia Jun's voice was choked with sobs.

"I'm sorry, Xia Jun, I'm tired and I want to live a good life."

Song Xiang turned her head away, not daring to look into Xia Jun's eyes.

After that, Song Xiang quickly got engaged to the village chief's second son, and the wedding was held with great fanfare.

After being depressed for a while, Xia Jun met the daughter of a wealthy family in Liujia Village through an introduction.

The daughter of a wealthy family was attracted by Xia Jun's handsome face.

Xia Jun also wanted to use this opportunity to improve his life, and the two soon got together.

The once enviable love was completely broken under the impact of reality and became the talk of the villagers.

Lantian listened, shook his head slightly, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Reality is so cruel. Without material foundation, even the most beautiful vows of love are nothing but castles in the air."

She looked out the window into the distance, but her thoughts drifted to her current difficult dilemma - where was the mysterious "killer" hiding, and what bigger conspiracy was he planning?

After a moment, Lantian withdrew his gaze and refocused his attention on the problem at hand.

"Ergou, continue to expand the surveillance range. I don't believe that we can't find the flaw in that 'killing'."

Lantian said through gritted teeth, his eyes full of determination.

The program of Desser Ergou was running at full capacity, making a slight buzzing sound, and data was scrolling rapidly on the virtual screen constructed by Lantian's sea of ​​consciousness like flowing water.

Its consciousness rampages across the global network, leaving no corner untouched, from the monitoring systems of bustling cities to communication base stations in remote areas, trying to filter out information related to "killing" from the massive amount of information.

However, as the days passed, the surveillance yielded nothing.

Lantian was a little discouraged. She paced back and forth in the room. Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind:

"Ergou, we've been keeping an eye on Cang Yong's actions and trying to find him. We seem to have overlooked Cang Yong himself. Check his identity and search his entire family."