A Million Possible

"The fare is twelve yuan. I don't charge it now. Scan the code when you get off, yes."

Yangcheng Passenger Transport Station.

When Cheng Lin heard the driver's words, he put away the paper money in his hand, thinking that in less than four months, the payment method of this car had changed.

Times have changed...

Because of the existence of the spirit world, he didn't carry a suitcase, but just carried a simple light gray backpack as usual.

The hair is fresh, the top is an ordinary jacket, the bottom is trousers, and traveling shoes.

A few days later, the fifth rank fluctuations also disappeared, and he looked like an ordinary student.

Get in the car, find a place by the window, sit down, Cheng Lin took out the earphones, put them in his ears, silently listening to the music, looking out the window.

This is a through bus between Yangcheng and Ningcheng. At the moment, the bus hasn't driven yet, and there are fewer people than he thought.

"Just after the eleventh holiday, I should have left before yesterday."

Cheng Lin's mood for returning to Ningcheng was slightly complicated.

He didn't expect Huang Yin to assign him his hometown.

After confirming the news, he hurriedly asked Sun Xiao again and found that his group was not Ningcheng. The latter helped him find out and learned that several teams in the academy were also going to Ningcheng, but Cheng Lin did I didn't know how to do it, so I just acted alone.

Remembering that a few days ago, he had just met Shi Jin and had a conversation with the other party.

At that time, Shi Jin joked that he wanted him to come back some day to help him go to the affiliated college to make a publicity or something. Cheng Lin refused to say that he would talk about it later. After only a few days of work, he was back home.

"I don't really want to be dragged to give a speech... I shouldn't. If it doesn't work, I will push it out. Anyway, I am now in the fifth rank, and Shi Jin dare not really push me... right?"

Sitting in the car, Cheng Lin was a little disturbed.

Rumbled and bored, the bus vibrated and then drove out of the city with a car of passengers.

Today is cloudy, but the temperature is slightly warmer, so it is not cold at all, and the temperature is pleasant.

It takes more than an hour to reach Ningcheng. Cheng Lin listened to music and leaned on the glass window, enjoying the rare tranquility.

I don't know how long it took, and there were fine raindrops ticking and hitting the glass of the car.

Cheng Lin didn't pay attention either. When the name of the station near his home rang in the car, he opened his eyes from his drowsiness and glanced at the hazy autumn rain outside the window. He grumbled, unzipped the backpack, and reached in with his right hand. Take out an umbrella from the spirit world.

"...Get out of the car, please walk slowly..."

The electronic sound of the bus remained unchanged. After showing the payment code, Cheng Lin opened the umbrella and got out of the bus with the other two passengers.

Standing under the stop sign, Cheng Lin discerned the direction, held an umbrella with one hand, tucked the other in his pocket, and started walking towards the community where he was home.

It's not too urgent to report to Group Eight. It's still early, so he is going to go home and have a look.

After all, I haven't been back for months.

...

Shumen Shulu entered the community, probably because of the rain, there were few people on the street.

The few people I met occasionally just felt a little familiar when I looked at it, but naturally I didn't know the name.

When other residents saw Cheng Lin, they didn't have any special reaction. This is the case in the city. Maybe you have lived for decades and don't know a few residents.

Cheng Lin may be a bit famous in the spiritual world, but those smashing things are too far away from ordinary people.

When I came to the entrance of the unit, I looked at the "Notice" posted on the wall. It was a notice for heating and water supply. Heating in Ningcheng usually lasts until early November. It is only early October. But when I came over, I had already read it. There is a pavement construction nearby, and the underground pipeline is repaired. It will not work without planing. After two days, it will be cold and the planing will be more difficult.

"Squeak."

Open the door, put away the umbrella, the floor is low, Cheng Lin just stepped up the stairs slowly, and after a while, he came to the door of the house.

"call."

Breathing out, he fumbled for the key to unscrew the door, Cheng Lin familiarly pressed the switch on the wall, and with a "pop", the light came on, illuminating the somewhat dim room.

"I am back."

When he said something to the empty room, Cheng Lin didn't get an answer.

Not surprising.

There is not even a pet in the house, he said this to the house.

When he walked in, he turned on the lights in one breath, and the room was suddenly bright, and all the furnishings were so familiar, no different from the day he left.

It's just that a thin layer of dust has fallen on the floor.

"Clean it up?"

Putting the backpack down on the chair, Cheng Lin smiled, walked over to open a gap in the window, and looked at, um, there is no rain in this direction, then he picked up the broom from the corner, ready to clean the room.

When I came back to do the task this time, I had to stay a few days no matter what, so I had to clean it up.

First sweep the floor, then use a mop, and then pick up the rag to wipe...The whole process is very skilled. Before he lived by himself, and cleaned the room by himself. He left for a few months, and he didn't get a hand.

I cleaned the dust, collected garbage, and opened the balcony. I saw that the two potted flowers that were raised in the house were about to die. I hadn't watered them for a few months, and in the fall, I couldn't survive.

With a light sigh, he pulled out the dying flowers and put them in the black garbage bag. Cheng Lin wiped off his sweat, glanced at the clean and bright room, and felt much better.

The only drawback... is that it is too deserted.

Cheng Lin pursed his lips, especially in comparison with the spiritual world. This feeling is especially true.

"Wait at night, move some small objects to the spirit world, and leave the big ones."

He secretly calculated.

For this house, he is not too nostalgic. No one really has feelings for a cold building. The real bondage is his family. In contrast, he is more willing to live in the spiritual world.

When I came back this time, Ben also planned to move some favorite small things into the spirit world. Of course, it was necessary to keep the house, at least as a cover for him.

Thinking of this, he picked up the garbage bag, picked up the umbrella, walked into the corridor, closed the door, he was going to dump the garbage, and then went to the eight groups to report.

However, just as he had just locked the door, the sound of closing the door suddenly came upstairs.

"Bang Dang."

Then, it seemed that someone was coming downstairs.

Cheng Lin didn't care about it, but for some reason, suddenly there were some strange signs in his heart, and he couldn't explain why, it was more like some kind of strange perception in the fifth rank.

He listened, frowning.

The sound should come from the one upstairs, and I should not have heard it wrong. Upstairs lived an elderly family, a bunch of couples who were very young and old. The people were very nice. The old man also raised a very clever parrot. , It's just... the sound of footsteps downstairs here is not much like an old man.

It didn't take a second for these thoughts to flicker. Cheng Lin curiously turned his head back and up, glanced, and just saw a thin figure walking down the stairs.

It was a young man in sportswear, stepping on a pair of white shoes, with a single ponytail and very neat hair. The moment Cheng Lin looked over, the other party looked back almost instinctively.

Immediately, the two of them stunned at the same time.

"Cheng Lin?" The sportswear girl called out his name in surprise.

Cheng Lin was silent for two seconds, the mood on his face fluctuated, first in astonishment, then in doubt, and then turned into complexity.

In the end, he showed his white teeth and said, "Song Jun...well, maybe I should call you Senior Sister Song? Why are you back?"

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