Quick Travel: Card Destroyer

Chapter 37 Intro ([-])

In the five years since he came to Card City, Fu Cangzhao never left the Jiye District, not just because of lack of money.

Just the noise from the cross-district subway makes her restless.Passengers often whispered in her ears. Some were talking to their neighbors, and some were communicating with their optical computers. The voices could all fall into Fu Cangzhao's ears word for word, causing confusion in her mind.

Fu Cangzhao has keen senses and can detect the slightest disturbance. The Yangchun noodles given to her by the noodle shop manager must be mixed with half a bowl of water, and the chocolate bars given by the store owner must be filled with water before she can swallow them.

When she first arrived in the city, she was frightened to sleep at night by various noises, and her mental state was extremely poor. She slowly recovered after going to Jiye District, which did not have many high-tech facilities.

However, the locals were accustomed to this level of stimulation and could not understand why she was frightened.

In addition to the "sound" and "taste", there are also glaring displays, the smell of rust and engine oil that may enter your nostrils at any time... and so on.

She learned how to get on and off the subway by observing the movements of people around her, and stuffed two balls of cotton into her ears to block some of the sound.

And all this "normality" that has been forcibly supported is simply vulnerable in front of the escalator.

She watched blankly as the stairs in front of her continued to climb. She tried to settle down several times, but failed to settle down. Her right foot kept hanging in the air, testing back and forth.

Someone behind her got impatient, bypassed her and climbed onto the escalator first, with a neat movement.

Fu Cangzhao secretly took note of the man's movements, but when it was his turn, he didn't know what to do.

just in case……

Someone held Fu Cangzhao's left shoulder and whispered in her ear: "Do you need help?"

Fu Cangzhao nodded.

"I'm holding your hand."

She looked over and saw a well-dressed middle-aged woman leading a girl in her early teens and smiling at her.

The three of them held hands and climbed the escalator smoothly, one after the other. Only then did Fu Cangzhao realize that this matter was not that difficult at all.

It's not that the people in Card City are so kind, but because for them, using high-tech products is as easy as eating and drinking, and helping is a breeze and doesn't waste much time.

The three of them said goodbye at the other end of the escalator. However, Fu Cangzhao turned around and had just walked a few steps when he heard the girl say: "Mom, we did another good deed today. I'm so happy!"

Fu Cangzhao stumbled, but luckily he propped himself up on the pillar next to him in time to avoid falling down.

She felt an invisible hand reach into her stomach, stir it up, and then grab it.

The two bowls of Yangchun noodles that she had eaten not long ago were flowing back down her esophagus and were about to burst into her throat. She could only cover her mouth and squat close to the pillar, waiting for her body to survive this collapse.

A kind-hearted passerby came over and patted her, asking with concern: "Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

Fu Cangzhao did not dare to speak, but nodded slightly and walked forward slowly with the help of passers-by.

……

After closing the toilet seat, the sound of water flow swept away the unpleasant memories and entered the sewer. Fu Cangzhao moved his steps and felt dizzy. His hand touched the compartment door lock behind his back, and he felt a little disobedient.

She walked out of the cubicle with empty steps, went to the sink, rinsed her mouth, and splashed a handful of cold water on her face.

The fingers couldn't bear the baptism of cold water and began to turn red and lose consciousness.

"Are you okay?" The kind person who brought her to the bathroom couldn't help but ask after seeing her like this.

"...Much better." Fu Cangzhao wiped his hands and rubbed his empty stomach. Since he had just emptied his stomach, it was throbbing, but he would recover soon.

The moment the cold water hit my face, my dizzy head became clearer and my mood was finally not so bad.

She thanked the passers-by and continued walking along the route map given by the pass. The passers-by behind her shouted worriedly: "Remember to eat something to cushion your stomach!"

Fortunately, Dongyu Office is not far from the subway station and is located in the most prosperous area of ​​Card City - Qingbai Commercial Street in Qingbai District in the city center.The noodle shop owner later mentioned that Ji Liangbao did not set up the office directly in Qingbai Commercial Street at first. It was because her card repair business grew bigger that she changed the location.

This person is relatively well-known in Card City, and there is an endless stream of customers who come to repair cards. Unfortunately, she has no intention of opening a branch elsewhere. If you want to find her, you can only take the subway to Qingbai District.

The noise level of the commercial street is even worse than that of the subway. Fu Cangzhao always wants to find a quiet corner to huddle up. Fortunately, there is always a faint woody fragrance in the air, which calms her restless mood. .

Fu Cangzhao touched his neck. The dark red scarf still kept him warm. The furry touch was always so reassuring.

Dongyu Office - In a corner of the commercial street, there is a relatively quiet double-storey house with such a sign.

"Hello, is there anyone there?" Fu Cangzhao opened the door, put his head in and looked around. Most of the furnishings inside were in a minimalist style and looked clean, comfortable and spacious.

"Come in, you can eat whatever you want." Ji Liangbao walked out of the nearby workshop wearing loose work clothes. There were some stains on his body, and Fu Cangzhao smelled a little engine oil.

There were some snacks on the coffee table in the living room. Fu Cangzhao rubbed his belly, opened a package of steamed cakes and ate it slowly.

This was the first time she saw Ji Liangbao's true appearance.

The elites in their early thirties look like teenagers in the world of immortality. They have lost their baby fat, their hands have clear joints, and their arms are strong and plump.

The short brown hair is slightly messy, and the gray-green pupils are bright and seem to reflect light under the light.

He is indeed old enough to be a guardian...

Fu Cangzhao pursed his lips. She didn't know how the other party felt when he found out that she was underage. Anyway, she was quite embarrassed.

Ji Liangyao got into another room and didn't come out for a long time. Fu Cangzhao thought something was wrong with her work and was about to go over to see the situation when he saw the other party holding a large bowl of hot curry beef rice in front of him.

The rich aroma of the rice bowl made Fu Cangzhao move his index fingers and swallowed a mouthful of saliva unconsciously.

hungry.

The piece of steamed cake I just ate was not enough to fill my teeth. I vomited once just after getting off the subway, which was when I was hungry.

She looked up at Ji Liangbao and cautiously asked, "For me?"

"For you." Ji Liangbao changed into comfortable home clothes. The style was simple and light. If you look closely, the material seemed to be similar to Song Ximing's pajamas.

The heating in the room was fully turned on. Not long after Fu Cangzhao entered the room, he took off his coat and hung it on the hanger. The inner lining was an old pure cotton white shirt that had been artificially modified.

There are some thin invisible stitches on the collar, around the buttons and on the cuffs, and there is an extra piece of white fabric on the shoulders, mid-sleeves and hem.

If you are not the person, or if you don’t look carefully, you may think it is a personalized splicing style, which is enough to show the high aesthetic level of the person who modified the shirt.

Seeing Fu Cangzhao swallowing his saliva crazily, Ji Liangbao couldn't help but laugh out loud. He stroked the dark blue hair on his hand that had never been honest before, and said with some pride: "When I was still in school, I often I bring some homemade side dishes, and my classmates call me mom."

Fu Cangzhao froze, turned to look at Ji Liangzhen, and vomited on the floor.

Ji Liang: "..."

　It’s still a boring daily life.

　　This chapter involves some of Zhao Mei’s worries and hidden settings.

　　The emphasis on the clothes of the two is to reflect their respective living conditions.

　　Zhaomei's condition was not good. An old shirt was repeatedly modified and lengthened. There were stitches on the collar, row of buttons, and cuffs because the shirt originally had lace trim and was violently dismantled by Zhaomei.

　　Although Ji Liangbao doesn't care about whether the clothes are beautiful or not, because of his high income, he subconsciously looks for more expensive brands when buying.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)