I'm picking up trash in the copy

"Zi...Zi..."

Jiang You paused as he walked downstairs. What was the sound?

Jiang You turned her head, and there was nothing in the empty stairwell.

Recently, City C was engaged in sanitation work. Through the window of the stairwell, Jiang You saw an old man in uniform moving down several brand new trash cans.

Blue, extra large, with pulleys, Jiang You dragged the garbage bag and went straight to the large blue trash can where the uncle had just removed the plastic film.

"Zizzi..."

The voice came again.

The voice was so close that it seemed to be ringing directly in her head.

Jiang You raised his hand and pressed his forehead, then subconsciously threw the things in his hands into the trash can.

With the sound of "clang", Jiang You's movements froze.

She was also carrying a black garbage bag in her left hand.

Jiang You slowly turned his head.

Since she still had the trash bag in her hand, what was she throwing away? !

…

Damn it!

No!

My cell phone!

Jiang You scratched the edge of the trash can and saw a lonely mobile phone in the distance. The cracks from the fall could be seen on the screen in the lower left corner of the phone.

Jiang You's eyes darkened.

She pressed her forehead and muttered to herself.

The tempered film is broken, right?

definitely is! definitely is! Don’t let anything happen to your phone screen!

If the tempered film is broken, you can replace it. A broken mobile phone screen costs 500 yuan.

Jiang You clutched her chest, feeling heartbroken. She had just resigned naked and couldn't bear the stimulation.

Look around to make sure no one is looking.

Jiang You moved quickly, overturning the trash can, drilling, and picking up the mobile phone, all in one go.

"Zizi... Players who meet the requirements have been detected and a game account has been generated for you,"

"The system is searching for props for you, and the search is successful. The system has bound initial props for you, and your initial prop is: trash can."

Depend on? !

What the hell?

Before he could react in time, Jiang You's eyes went dark.

Tall trees stood on both sides of the road, their dense branches and leaves blocking the light on both sides.

The protruding stones on the mountain wall are crumbling, and when the wind blows, you can hear a rattling sound, like the collision of teeth.

The intertwined shadows of trees and rocks are reflected in the bus through the glass.

In the swaying carriage, the faces of the drowsy passengers were covered with mottled shadows.

"Daughter! Don't pretend to be asleep! Young people today! Don't you know how to respect the old and love the young? Get up quickly and let me sit down!"

During the shaking, Jiang You slowly opened his eyes, and a big, fat face with wrinkles suddenly appeared in front of him, and the stench came out as his big mouth opened and closed.

Jiang You subconsciously ducked to the side.

Seeing Jiang You wake up, the uncle smiled, showing his yellow teeth, slapped Jiang You on the shoulder, and said, "My dear girl, you're awake! Get up quickly!"

This was a fat man in his fifties, with a shiny forehead, a sinewy face, and arms thicker than her thighs.

The hand on his shoulder was like an iron mountain, suppressing Jiang You and unable to move.

The corners of Jiang You's mouth twitched, but her arms couldn't hold her thighs. This man was too arrogant, and he couldn't afford to offend him...

The uncle was dressed in white, and his clothes looked like the kind of chef uniforms worn by uncles and aunts in the cafeteria, but his chef uniforms were full of oil stains and dirty, as if they had never been washed.

Although she was reluctant, but in line with the principle that if you can't offend me, you can hide, Jiang You prepared to get up.

Suddenly, a hand held her wrist.

Jiang You's heart skipped a beat, and she reflexively threw away her hand.

She turned around and saw that sitting on the seat next to her was a boy in his twenties.

The thin bangs shone warmly under the dim yellow car lights. The boy was wearing white short-sleeves and light-colored jeans, and he exuded a clean and friendly aura.

The boy shook his head slightly at Jiang You and whispered, "Reject him."

Jiang You blinked, indicating that he understood.

However, Jiang You smiled bitterly and motioned for the boy to look at the hand on her shoulder. She wanted to refuse, but the situation did not allow it. She was afraid of being slapped to death.

Seeing this, the boy pursed his lips. He raised his eyebrows at Jiang You, smiled, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, I have a way."

Jiang You didn't know why.

However, she found that the boy stretched out his hand and put his arm around her waist. Jiang You resisted the urge to bounce up to see how he would solve it.

The boy didn't know what he was holding in his other hand, and he knocked it on the bald fat man's hand.

The fat bald man withdrew his hand instantly as if he had been stung by a bee.

Jiang You's shoulders lightened up, and she was hugged by the boy and leaned against him.

The boy approached Jiang You, turned to the fat bald man and said, "Master, my wife is pregnant. She is not feeling well and can only sit down."

The two of them were now very close to each other, and the boy's voice came from behind his ears.

Jiang You could feel the slight vibration in the boy's chest when he spoke.

His voice was very slow, with a unique rhythm, and there was a slight upward movement behind each sentence, like a small hook, which made people want to believe what he said.

Jiang You listened with a dazed look in her eyes. She relaxed her body and leaned against the boy. Her hand touched her flat belly.

Am I married? Still...pregnant?

Yes...I'm pregnant...

"Bah! Bad luck!"

The fat, bald man took two steps back and slapped the pole at the carriage door.

He looked around, scanning the crowds on the seats one by one, with malicious eyes like a wild beast looking for its next prey.

Suddenly, his eyes froze.

The old man raised his hand and rubbed his shiny bald head, then strode towards the last row of seats.

Jiang You was awakened by the sound. Covered by her long sleeves, she pinched her palms hard.

The pain brought her back to consciousness, and Jiang You felt a chill in her heart.

Suddenly she realized clearly that she and the boy had just met.

But just now, she felt like she was possessed by an evil spirit. She felt that the boy was really her husband, that they were already married, and that she was even pregnant with the boy's child.

This is not right!

Everything here is wrong. Jiang You can't remember when she got on the bus or where the bus went.

In my memory, there is no such mountain road in City C.

Jiang You's eyes followed the back of the fat bald man and scanned the entire carriage.

The uncle walked to the last row.

Before he could say anything, the ponytail girl sitting in the middle jumped up.

The ponytail girl has thick side bangs, which cover half of her face, making her face unclear.

She held a big schoolbag, lowered her head, and said quickly: "Uncle, please sit here!"

After saying that, without waiting for the fat bald man to react, the pony-tailed girl lowered her head and walked through the car. She quickly ran to the car door with her big schoolbag and hugged the handrail of the door.

As she got closer, Jiang You discovered that there was a big, bright palm print on the left side of the ponytail girl's cheek.

Judging from the size and depth, the slap mark should have been slapped not long ago, and it could not have been made by a woman.

Jiang You looked at the back row.

To the left of the pony-tailed girl's original seat, sat a middle-aged man. There was a scar on his face, across his eyebrows and the end of his eye, making it look slanted on his face in a ferocious manner.

The scarred man crossed his arms, with a bladed dagger tied to his arm, leaning on the seat, eyes closed, head raised, looking like he had fallen asleep.

On the right side of the seat is a slightly fat middle-aged woman. The woman is wearing a floral apron around her waist. She holds the edge of the apron with both hands, rolling up and putting down the apron.

After the uncle sat down, the scarred man and the woman in the apron seemed to have a tacit understanding. They both moved to the side and took the initiative to put a short distance away from the uncle.

Suddenly, Jiang You met the uncle's eyes.

The uncle grinned and stared directly at Jiang You.