Beibei thought that after the house was finalized, Peng Cheng would go to find a job, but in fact he didn't. It was a procrastination rooted in everyone's hearts, and Peng Cheng was not immune to the common people's habits. He was always anxious.

In today's society, what else can I fight without my father? "It's so difficult to start from scratch." Peng Chengchang said this. This made him feel very bad, so he had to always go to the Internet cafe to vent his inner depression and escape from social injustice. If he goes to the game to fight and kill, he will not think about anything that makes him upset. Where, he is still the king. But after returning to reality, he will find that another day has passed, and he will feel more and more uncomfortable. He is always in a hurry, and he will always continue to procrastinate, repeating and not ending.

But he was not really not wanting to work. He understood more than anyone else that he was the most helpless person. Beibei was his only hope, but it would be impossible to support him by relying on Beibei. Work is almost his only way out now, but he doesn't want to be a waiter at the bath center anymore. He wants to try another job, but he also understands better than anyone else that with his image and education, he doesn't seem to have any other opportunities.

Beibei was quickly forced to compromise because the money in Peng Cheng's pocket was completely exhausted. He called Beibei: "Wife, have you gotten off work?"

"I'm off work at noon?" Beibei said angrily. Since he found the house on the first day, Peng Cheng had no news. She knew that if there was no news, it means he had never gone to work. Every day, he either spent money to surf the Internet in an Internet cafe or slept in the upper bunk. She knew that he was incredible, so why did he come to her for? Beibei's expectation, from the sourness he didn't contact him at the beginning, to now, has become angry at him not looking for a job. She felt that in her heart, all the needs, passion, and romantic thoughts of a woman for men were exhausted little by little.

What Beibei needs is that he finds a job. Peng Cheng is transparent in his heart, but he has nothing to do, so why does he have the face to face her? If he hadn't really lost money, he would be embarrassed to call her, and asked consciously, and then said, "Wife, why do you say this?"

"What's your business?" Peng Cheng's cowardice made Beibei not tough. She changed her tone and was still uncomfortable.

"I'm not happy and I'm not interested in finding you. I miss you!"

Beibei snorted and laughed: "Take it down! Stop talking about it that useless."

She knew that Peng Cheng was hungry, how could she not know? This was not the first time he was hungry. But she didn't know that Peng Cheng really missed her, at least he didn't lie completely at this moment.

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Sometimes life makes us deliberately want to forget it, and forget some of the individuals in those days, but that is not our original intention. We really want to remember those people, but those people make it even harder to forget the days we want to forget the most, OK! This is ultimately a disaster.

"Wife, you don't believe it." Peng Cheng himself also felt that it was not all his longing for Beibei. At least he was really hungry, so he just jokingly made excuses about Beibei's rebuttal. He could hear that Beibei still cared about him and his mood improved a little.

"You're hungry!"

"Yeah!" Peng Cheng nodded, and after a long time, he said, "But, my wife, I'm not all hungry when I call."

"Take it!" Beibei quickly interrupted him. It was not that she didn't believe it, but that she didn't want to listen to him. Then she said, "But I haven't gotten off work now and can't go out. I can't go back tomorrow. What should you do?"

"Then I'm hungry!" Peng Cheng especially hoped that Beibei could say that she would come back to see him immediately because he hadn't eaten for almost two days, but he knew that he could not ask her that way.

"Why are you hungry until tomorrow? How much money will you have in your pocket?"

"It's okay, my wife, I still have ten yuan in my pocket, enough to eat today's food." Hearing that Beibei was so worried about him, Peng Cheng suddenly felt that his stomach seemed to be less hungry, so he felt that he was still panic.

"Okay, then I'll go find you after get off work tomorrow."

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When he hung up the phone, Peng Cheng was a little disappointed again. He didn't have ten dollars. He didn't even have two dollars. If he had ten dollars, he went directly to the Internet cafe to play, and he wouldn't call Beibei.

Peng Cheng was really hungry. Xiaoze was not at home today, and there was no one in the house. He planned to go to the Internet cafe. A few days ago, he met someone in the Internet cafe. The man charged him a 10 yuan online fee. The kid played games so well, and he was serious. Peng Cheng thought, it would be better to go and see if he was there. It was better to see if he was there than staying at home. The more idle he felt that there was nothing in his stomach and it was uncomfortable to mix it up, so he went out.

If he hadn't gone out this time, maybe Peng Cheng wouldn't have discovered that place. It's unlikely that if he thought about it carefully, even if he didn't have that person, Peng Cheng would live nearby. That place would have been discovered sooner or later. He was thinking about something in his heart and paid special attention to those related things. Peng Cheng finally found that place. In the innermost part of an abandoned warehouse, the small door was so open that it was not as big as a toilet. If it was not a dark scene, he would probably never open the door.

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The dark field is like a nightmare of Peng Cheng. He is always trapped in it. When he is in a daze, he always encounters it unexpectedly. He even thinks that it is the most wonderful arrangement of God. The dark field is a gift from God.

Peng Cheng had no idea why he walked into the dilapidated yard. The alley was full of scrap iron and dirty, and he even had to go to the Internet cafe. He didn't pass by this yard and had to go far to get here. Everything was mysterious in Peng Cheng's memories in the future, and he couldn't even explain it clearly. He only remembered that he walked over that day and opened the door, the door in the corner of the yard, which was no one noticed, the worn and rusty door on the folded pages.

The exit of the yard was facing a busy avenue, and there was no connection with the modern avenue. When Peng Cheng passed by, there was no one in the yard. There were piles of garbage piles on the wall on the right. The whole yard was like the alley outside, and there were scrap copper and iron everywhere. It was thrown around the yard very unruly. The gate was on the right, close to the corner. The gate was uneven, and the surface seemed to have bubbles, but it was carefully painted with blue paint. Although it was not very well painted, it was new paint.

Peng Cheng saw it as soon as he walked by. He initially ignored it. He glanced at it and walked straight back. However, in just two or three steps, Peng Cheng stopped again. He couldn't explain why, but he felt that the blue door seemed unusually abrupt in the yard. So he turned around and walked back, looked at the door carefully. For some reason, Peng Cheng's suspicion became more and more certain. In the end, he almost concluded that behind the door was a dark field.
Chapter completed!