Chapter 1 The Magical Acorn

As the sun was setting, Ling Qing rode a small electric donkey on the way home, twice a day, and he was already familiar with the road after walking more than a thousand times.

Whenever she gets off work, Lingqing feels in a trance, and when she comes to her senses, the rented house is already close at hand.

During this period, he couldn't remember anything in his head anymore, as if he had traveled through the timeline, the experience during this period had disappeared from his mind.

Shua~

Ling Qing twisted the handlebar, and the little eDonkey nimbly turned a corner and slid from the main road into a small road.

Going forward for a while, you can see uneven buildings on the small road, which are different from the novel and fashionable buildings on both sides of the main road.

Platforms and windows jutted out here and there along the twisted path, with ropes and wires tangled in the middle.

"General!"

A group of old men wearing white undershirts and waving palm-leaf fans were surrounding the roadside, looking at the chessboard fighting in the middle with relish.

"Hurry up and do my homework for me."

The mother in a flowered pajamas twisted the child's ears and turned towards the house, yelling like killing a pig regardless of the child.

All these various states of life are like a road that has gone back and forth thousands of times, and has been seen thousands of times.

"Squeak~"

Pressing the brake, Lingqing parked the little eDonkey in a dark aisle, took out the charger from under the seat and plugged it in.

Amidst the humming of the motor, he took a takeaway from the small eDonkey and walked inward with it in his hand.

Along the stairs deep in the aisle, he climbed up to the second floor easily in the dark, and opened the only wooden door on the narrow platform in the golden red sunlight.

"Boom~"

He threw himself down heavily on a single bed, and casually pulled the quilt beside him onto his body.

After a while, when the afterglow of the setting sun disappeared from the window, he reached out and took out an emerald green acorn from his pocket.

He picked up this thing when he was off work, when he just came out of the company, the fruit fell from the sky and hit him on the head.

He looked up and saw that there were no fruit-bearing trees planted in front of the company, and there was only a continuous viaduct above his head.

It was the rush hour for getting off work at this time, and the top was so blocked that it might have been thrown down by someone.

After watching for a while, she found that no one was looking down, so Ling Qing had no choice but to give up.

He wanted to throw it away, but he looked at it and found that it was very beautiful, and he had never seen a real acorn except in the videos and pictures.

With that thought in mind, he put it in his pocket.

Now take it out and look, the emerald green fruit is glowing with a layer of light, crystal clear, as if carved from emerald.

But he was pretty sure it wasn't, because it did feel wooden to him, and the weight wasn't right.

I took out my mobile phone and searched the Internet, and found that most of them are brownish red after ripening, and occasionally some green ones, and the color is not as beautiful as the one in my hand.

Lingqing studied for a while, and found that apart from being beautiful, this acorn was also very strong.

He just checked with his mobile phone at the same time, and confirmed that the acorns are also edible like chestnuts.

But he tried his best, but he couldn't open it no matter what. It was slightly deformed with the pliers, and it recovered when he loosened it.

Wipe it with your hand, wipe off the pinch marks on it, and it will be as smooth as new without any traces.

It wasn't until my stomach growled that I remembered that I was busy studying, and I haven't eaten yet.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and I felt a thread end at the bedside, stretched out my hand and pulled it, and the white light above my head shone down, illuminating the room.

He casually put the acorn next to the pillow, pulled over the small table with takeaways, picked up a cup and poured some water.

He ate the cold takeaway in a muddleheaded way with half-warm boiled water, and threw the garbage into the trash can beside him with a swipe of his mouth.

He sloppily washed himself in the sink in the corner, turned over and sat on the bed, turned on the computer next to him, and flipped through the web videos in a boring way.

Recently, many martial arts videos have appeared on the Internet, most of them are young people, and the videos are posted on various platforms, attracting the attention of many people.

Also including him.

He never thought that after so many years of martial arts films, there are still so many people of the same age who practice martial arts silently.

He opened a video at random, and unfolded as the screen unfolded.

In a bamboo forest, two young men about his age were dressed in solid clothes and stood facing each other solemnly.

One was holding a spear upside down, and the other was holding a long sword in his arms.

As the music sounded, the two began to fight without saying a word, swords and guns were exchanged, and the light was cold.

Sometimes he jumps up and dodges the point of the spear in a thrilling manner, and then pushes the opponent back with a backhand sword; open.

"Dole~" "Dole~" "Dole~"

As the sword edge slashed across, the green bamboo with the thick mouth of the bowl snapped cleanly, with a crisp sound, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror.

"Boom~" "Boom~" "Boom~"

Every time the tip of the spear pierces into the green bamboo, it explodes like firecrackers in a flash, spreading out like fireworks from the root to the top.

The two figures jumped up and down, jumped up and down, borrowed a little strength from their feet, and walked on them like flat ground.

It attracted words such as "Fuck", "Handsome", and "A million times more" on the barrage.

"Clang~"

With a metallic groan, the tip of the sword collided with the gun light, and a gust of air burst out from the middle, blowing away the fallen leaves on the ground, revealing the slightly moist ground.

As the camera circled around the two of them, the scene slowly dimmed.

In a "fuck" that blocks the screen, this two-minute or so beautiful video with a big scene like a beautiful martial arts movie ended.

He pressed the button three times, and then continued to click on the next video.

Unknowingly, this noisy urban village fell into silence.

"Wow wow~"

A baby's crying awakened Ling Qing, who was immersed in the video, and looked at the time to find that it was past one o'clock.

He turned off the computer, and fell asleep comfortably amidst the gentle and anxious soothing sounds of the new mother, the sleepy murmurs of the new father, and the crying of the baby.

The thin walls can't stop the baby's high-pitched crying, but he has been used to it for so long after living here.

The same is true of the surrounding residents, and no one has any opinion on it.

In the haze, Lingqing felt that the baby's crying gradually weakened, and then the surroundings fell into silence.

In addition to the meowing sound from time to time, I don't know when and whose home the next noise will sound.

But this has nothing to do with the sleeping Lingqing.

The cold moonlight shone on the ground, and the emerald green acorns that Lingqing had forgotten beside his pillow shone with green light and enveloped him.