Uncle Dasi was originally a timid person, in addition to feeling nothing wrong with his body, apart from the slight heat from the bandages, he immediately agreed without hesitation.
That night, his hands felt extremely itchy and painful, but he endured it and gritted his teeth. In the end, that feeling lasted till dawn before he felt better. After falling asleep in a daze, Uncle Dasi only woke up in the afternoon.
After waking up, Uncle Dasi immediately felt that he was different from usual. He was at a loss for a moment before he shockingly realized, his fingers, his fingers had actually regrown!
After the initial shock, Uncle Dasi was naturally ecstatic. But after his ecstasy subsided, he naturally thought that this matter was related to that doctor from yesterday. He concluded that it was due to that high-end research project from America that allowed him to regrow his limbs. His heart couldn't help but feel terrified. Fearing that his newly acquired fingers would be used for research, he immediately sought out Sheyan, whom he relied on the most, for a discussion. Naturally, he planned to run away as fast as he could.
This entire matter was controlled by Sheyan from start to end. He first contacted the director of a high-class hospital through Gu Yuean, offering a donation of a million dollars to invite them over for a free clinic. This request was barely acceptable, not only would the director receive 500,000 dollars, he would also gain a good reputation. Naturally, he gladly agreed.
Following that, Sheyan went to look for an actor who was in a rather bad situation. He told him that he wanted to swindle money from a rich country bumpkin, and asked him to cooperate with him. Regardless of success or failure, he would receive 100,000 dollars, in addition to his outfit.
This actor was currently in an extremely unlucky situation, he usually couldn't even afford to eat, but after hearing Sheyan's request, he gladly agreed. He was definitely afraid of being accused of being a swindler, and would definitely vanish from the face of the earth after taking the money.
Facing Uncle Dasi's inquiry, Sheyan already had a script in mind. First, he took out his phone and searched for a few high-tech news articles for Uncle Dasi to read. Something about scientists growing human ears on white mice, to strengthen his confidence, and lead Uncle Dasi's thoughts towards high-tech. Then, he advised Uncle Dasi to observe first. Anyway, the Fuyuan would soon be modified, if it really didn't work out, they could just escape with the boat. In the boundless sea, the sky was high and the sea was wide.
Uncle Dasi and Sanzi were the same type of people, unable to hide their thoughts. Although they were indecisive, once someone made the decision, there would be nothing to worry about. Hearing Sheyan's words, Uncle Dasi felt relieved. Instead, Uncle Dasi suddenly sighed.
"Sigh, if only I could go back to Siqiao."
Uncle Dasi had lived in Si Qiao for a total of 20 years, and it was practically his second home. Now that he had left for so long, he would definitely miss it. Nevertheless, it was fine if Uncle Dasi didn't mention this matter. Once he did, Sheyan could feel a dull pain from the bullet lodged in his chest. The pain of being pummeled by those thugs instantly awoke from his memories.
"Hey, Huashan Fei." Sheyan's lips curled into a cold smirk. Uncle Dasi was still immersed in the excitement of recovering his severed finger, and didn't notice the ruthlessness and viciousness in his foster son's eyes.
The next day, Sheyan directly bought a plane ticket to Guangzhou. Since his current identity wasn't a problem, he could naturally swagger back to the continent. For the sake of speed, Sheyan directly booked a taxi to Fang Cheng Gang. Then, he casually stole a motorbike and headed straight for the familiar Si Qiao town.
The sea breeze was still familiar, no matter if it was the trees or the village, they all appeared in his dreams. The sky was drizzling, carrying a damp chill unique to the south. At present, Sheyan purposely followed the path he was chased down previously.
He passed by the factory where he first entered the nightmare realm. It seems like the murder that happened here didn't affect the boss's confidence in his investment. The exterior walls had been painted, and machinery had been transported in. A large number of workers were bustling in and out, looking like a colony of diligent worker ants. It was exceptionally lively.
Witnessing this, Sheyan couldn't help but have the misconception that the world had changed, and things remained the same, but people had changed. After passing through that small path, it should be Si Qiao town. Based on his current point of view, that place was a heavily polluted area. Even the drinking water and air carried the smell of waste rubber. However, Sheyan felt that this peculiar smell was exceptionally familiar. It was like the engine oil in the engine room, the sweat of the pirates, the fishy stench of the sea … … .it was as though it had seeped into his blood and bones, inseparable.
After circling around the nearby village, Si Qiao town was right ahead. Sheyan realized that the road he was walking on was actually overgrown with green grass, as though no one had walked on it for a long time. Only his motorcycle had carved out a deep rut in the soft mud. Sheyan was rather astonished. Although this road was difficult to traverse, it could save him at least half an hour of travel time. Normally, if he was in a rush to deliver live fish, he would have to pass through this road to save time. Therefore, this road was used by countless people, and definitely wouldn't be as desolate as it was now.
"Could it be that Huashan Fei's conscience was awakened, and he constructed a new road here?" Sheyan secretly guessed in his heart.
He pressed down hard on the accelerator, as a plume of black smoke billowed out from the motorcycle's tailpipe. The motorcycle charged up the muddy slope ahead. Logically speaking, he should be able to see the entirety of Si Qiao town from here. However, the moment his vision reached the top of the slope, Sheyan was completely stunned like a stone statue … ….
Because,
In this world, there was no longer Si Qiao town.
There wasn't a small town built out of inferior plywood, worn-out tires, and rusty petrol barrels.
An illegal small town.
What appeared before Sheyan was an astonishingly desolate piece of land!
The deep ruts of excavators crisscrossed, and piles of dirt were piled up everywhere. Shoddy construction materials were buried in the mud, and a corner of them was exposed. There were also colourful plastic bags that were blown about by the wind.
This was the scene before Sheyan's eyes.
That bridge, that bridge that Uncle Dasi, Sanzi, himself, and more than half of the people of Siqiao Town, had already disappeared into the sea, leaving behind only a row of broken cement piles that stubbornly floated in the sea. At the end of the pile, there were even rusty steel bars that could be seen.
After a brief moment of absent-mindedness, Sheyan relied on his memory to traverse through the empty ruins and arrived at his house. That place seemed to be the most heavily demolished area, leaving behind only a huge pit with a radius of over 10 metres.
However, a piece of plywood half buried in the mud awakened his memories. Sheyan flipped over that piece of plywood, and saw a female celebrity smiling brilliantly on it. Sanzi had shamelessly pinned a thumbtack onto her chest. That piece of plywood was pinned onto his bed ….
Sheyan stayed in this place for roughly an hour, before suddenly feeling dispirited. He didn't even have the urge to settle the score with Huashan Fei. That feeling wasn't dejection or decadence, but a faint melancholy. Yet this melancholy drove away all other emotions, and completely occupied Sheyan's heart.
"Forget it, every time I went to Fang Cheng Gang, I didn't have enough money, so I couldn't eat to my heart's content. Tonight, I'll stay at Fang Cheng Gang for a night, and have a good meal of Pig's Red. I'll leave tomorrow morning, consider Huashan Fei dog's luck good." Sheyan decided as he mounted his motorbike.
*****
The 'Pig's Red' mentioned by Sheyan was actually a very famous restaurant. The owner was surnamed Zhu, and looked more like a cultured person than a chef. His signature dish was Pig's Red, and every dish had this in it. The restaurant's name was originally very poetic, it was called 'Pavilion of Tiredness'. But as the restaurant gradually became famous, the number of customers was still very few, and thus it was simply called 'Pig's Red'.
Probably many people didn't know what Pig's Red was, but everyone had definitely eaten it before, it was pig's blood.
All the dishes in the Pig's Red were related to pig's blood. The best selling dish here was Pig's Red soup, 3 dollars a bowl. Holding it in one's hand and taking a few mouthfuls, one would instantly feel warm all over. It was said that at its peak, the Pig's Red soup could be sold for over 2000 bowls per day.
Sheyan was previously financially strapped, and could be said to be living frugally. Therefore, whenever he came to Fang Cheng Gang, he would be very happy just drinking a bowl of Pig's Red soup with Sanzi. He always knew that the second floor of the Pig's Red was where rice and vegetables were sold, and the dishes were all related to Pig's Red. However, he really didn't have the financial capability to sit down on the second floor and enjoy a proper meal.
Today, Sheyan returned to his hometown, originally filled with anger and killing intent. But he suddenly realized that things had changed, and the hometown in his heart no longer existed. Naturally, his mood fluctuated, and he could only seek out the taste of his hometown. (Friends, do you still remember the taste of your childhood? Do you still remember the best chicken feather shop back in your hometown? Can you share your feelings and memories with me in the book review section?)
Not even an hour later, Sheyan once again arrived outside the Pig's Red. This was a commoner district surrounded by skyscrapers, representing a bustling and lively atmosphere. Everywhere he looked, there were old tiled houses, dilapidated muddy streets, steaming white steam from buns stalls, surging human heads, and a fishy stench in the air. All these mixed together in one's senses, one could only think of two words:
Brimming with vitality. (To be continued.) If you like this work, I welcome you to come to qidian.com to vote. Your support, is my greatest motivation.)
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