The Return of the Black Technology of Immortal World

"It's understandable that I can't go abroad casually, but why can't even you go abroad?" Yang Qing asked a little strangely.

"It's not because of your technology! Not only us, but all the participants are not allowed to go abroad in the near future!"

Zhao Yuxi gave him a blank look and said.

"How did you know? Why didn't anyone inform me?" Yang Qing was still wondering.

"Probably because your status is unusual, I'm afraid it will cause your dissatisfaction."

Yang Qing shook his head, too lazy to guess what other people were thinking.

Zhao Yuxi stepped on the accelerator, and the car finally returned to the normal speed.

"Well, if I could, I would!"

Zhao Yuxi's words like mosquitoes and flies came from his ears, which made Yang Qing, who didn't pay attention for a while, think it was a hallucination.

But from the side of the head, Zhao Yuxi's face was already flushed red.

The corners of Yang Qing's mouth could not help but twitch slightly, already understanding Zhao Yuxi's intentions.

On the road behind, neither of them spoke, but this road didn't look lonely, some kind of warm air flowed in the car.

When they arrived at the square in front of the high-speed rail station, the two said goodbye and watched the beetle go away. Although they never hugged each other, there was a tacit understanding that still flowed in their hearts.

Security check, getting in the car, sitting on the seat and watching short videos, it seems that everything has changed, and it seems that nothing has changed.

From the bank of the Yangtze River with only zero degrees, back to the northeast where the temperature is minus 20 degrees, the rare ice and snow in the south, but here is the most common thing, the tree pits on the roadside are covered with snow, Let the whole tree become bloated, just pour a basin of water on the ground, and you will soon get a puddle of ice.

Yang Qing still remembers that time, when the weather seemed much colder than now, they still lived in a small bungalow, the first thing in the morning was to turn on the stove, every midnight, the tip of his nose would be frozen It's cold, and what I'm most afraid of is going to the toilet in the middle of the night, leaving the bed on the kang head, and the warm bed is really a great test.

It was not until 2003 that their family moved upstairs, enjoying the life that southerners envy, wearing shorts and T-shirts in winter, and eating ice cream with the windows open.

However, until now, in the county town, many people still live in bungalows,

In winter, I light my own stove or burn earth for heating, but I still suffer from the trouble of going to the toilet every night.

Taking a breath of the familiar icy air with the smell of soot, Yang Qing put on the down jacket he took out from the storage bag. Although seriously speaking, it doesn't make much sense to do so, but in the coldest season of the year In winter, you always have to wear a few heavy clothes to be worthy of the weather.

Life still needs a sense of ritual. Yang Qing zipped up and put on a hat. Sure enough, in the cold wind, she became much more normal.

Walking to a parking spot in the waiting hall square, he had just stood up when a Honda Accord parked directly beside him.

"Is it Mr. Yang Qing?"

The window fell down, and a driver wearing sunglasses took off his sunglasses, looked at him, and asked.

"it's me!"

"You booked a special car to Liaobei County five minutes ago, and the driver Li Ran is at your service!"

Yang Qing looked at his watch and found that Xiao Ai had booked a special car for him. He glanced at the license plate and found that it was exactly the same.

Although the distance of almost 200 kilometers requires a fare of 500 yuan, which is very different from the bus fare of tens of dollars, but with Yang Qing's financial resources, the grade of this bus is actually very low.

The driver opened the trunk for Yang Qing and put the suitcase in for him before he sat in the back row.

Although the driver was very talkative, Yang Qing was a somewhat boring person. After a few simple chats, the two of them had reached a point where they had nothing to say.

It was the driver who turned on the music to dissipate the silent atmosphere. Some hot songs on the short video were poured into the USB flash drive by unscrupulous merchants who had found business opportunities in a short period of time, which relieved the long-distance driver The lonely journey, of course, may not give those creators a penny of copyright fees.

Holding the mobile phone in her arms, Yang Qing gradually fell into a sleepy state, and the route home had already been passed on to the driver's mobile phone by Xiao Ai.

"Mr. Yang, we're here!"

Dimly, Yang Qing felt the car stopped, and the voice of the driver calling came from his ears.

Yang Qing glanced through the car window, and sure enough, she arrived at the gate of the villa area where her family lived.

After getting out of the car, Yang Qing walked to the front of the guard room, took the access control card and swiped it on the access control in front of the door, and the railing went up directly.

This can be regarded as a kind of welfare of this kind of county town community, which is far less strict than that of big cities, but foreign vehicles cannot be parked inside for a long time, unless there is a parking space, or a temporary pass must be registered.

The car drove in, Yang Qing continued to get in the car, and drove towards his home.

By now, it was more than seven o'clock in the evening. From Shencheng to home, there was a high-speed road all the way, and the road conditions were also very good. They only spent more than an hour on the road.

After getting out of the car, the driver's service ends, and the platform will automatically send the money to the driver's account.

The lights were on in the house, but just like at home, most of the windows were dark, only the living room on the first floor was lit.

Fingers pressed on the fingerprint lock of the door, the door slammed, and the door leaf bounced open.

At this time, the sound of the TV came from inside the house.

"Meow!"

It was not the parents who were alarmed by the door lock, but a pure white cat. It jumped onto the shoe cabinet in the hallway immediately. It was a small cat with blue eyes staring at it. Stare at him.

Yang Qing looked very curious, what kind of breed is this, it seems to be called Persian cat, it seems to be called Linqing lion cat, he has no research on these, but the little guy is really cute.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed the kitten's head. The kitten didn't feel nervous when meeting a stranger for the first time, but stretched its head over and rubbed against his hand familiarly.

"Lingling! Lingling!"

There was already a call from inside the house, and Yang Qing's consciousness swept across it. Apart from this cat, there was obviously no other life in the house. It turned out that it was called Lingling.

The name Lingling is no stranger to her. It comes from the raccoon cat she raised when she lived in a bungalow.

Bungalows are easy to attract mice, most of the people will raise a cat to catch mice, and theirs is no exception.

However, just a year before their family moved to the building, the raccoon cat Lingling escaped secretly and ate the rats that were poisoned to death. When she returned home, she was also poisoned to death.

I remember that I was still myself, riding a bicycle, and buried Lingling on the east mountain. In a blink of an eye, seventeen or eighteen years had passed.

Yang Qing took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them on by herself, holding the cat with one hand and dragging the suitcase with the other, and walked inside.