CH 111
The early morning of Lin Xian was quiet. Before light even appeared on the horizon, the breakfast stalls beneath the buildings has already started to emit faint wisps of smoke. The old man who sells marinated eggs was leisurely riding his bicycle along the street, with a little bell attached to his bike ringing out a crisp sound that transmitted very far away.
Bai Yang had already woken up very early on. The first thing he would do is grab a bag and go downstairs to pick up plastic bottles. Then at 8 am, he’ll head to a restaurant to wipe the tables and wash the dishes. He’ll have about two hours of rest afterwards to pick up more bottles and then after that, at night, he’ll help the convenience store owner and stock up the shelves. For him, an entire day has already been planned, filled to the brim with things to do.
On the other hand, Wen Chuo would sleep until the sun was high up in the sky everyday. But yesterday, his emotional state didn’t seem to be quite well. Said he wanted to borrow money, but he didn’t take the money. Without eating anything, he just went home with a defeated and mulish expression, and hasn’t left the house since.
Bai Yang walked past Wen Chuo’s door before pausing momentarily and then walked downstairs. When he came back up, there was a cup of soy milk and two marinated eggs in his hands. He placed them in front of Wen Chuo’s door and knocked twice.
Wen Chuo had woken up a lot earlier than he would have before, or perhaps it could just be said that he didn’t sleep last night. Hearing the knocks, he immediately went to open the door. His red hair looked like a chicken’s nest, and randomly ruffling it only made him look less like a human, more like a dog. There was a feeling coming off from him, of him wasting his good looks, like he was a deteriorating, useless handsome human.
“This idiot!”
Wen Chuo crouched on the floor to pick up the food, and waved Bai Yang over. He impatiently said,
“I’m not going to eat it. Take it back and eat it yourself.”
Bai Yang slightly squinted his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows to look at him. He stood about three steps away from him and didn’t move. His white t-shirt had been washed so much that it was pilling and it was very loose on him, revealing a skinny collarbone, and bringing on that bit of youthfulness from a young man.
Wen Chuo stood back up and stuffed the food into Bai Yang’s hands. He tried his best to slow down his words,
“Eat it yourself. I’m not hungry.”
And then without caring whether Bai Yang heard and understood it all, he closed the door to go back to sleep.
Yesterday, Wen Chuo had gone crazy in his own home for the entire night. Hitting against the wall, slamming his head, rolling around, yelling, fighting himself. Everything that he could try, he tried, but there was no way to get whatever that thing was out of himself, and he was already dead tired and about to give up.
There were still about two more years until the time when the Wen Family would come here to pick him up. He couldn’t do anything except to eat, but he also couldn’t just sit here and gobble up air. So in other words, the system’s appearance has delivered a fatal attack to Wen Chuo.
Everyone and their neighbors here knew that Bai Yang was a mentally challenged boy and they had the heart to look out for him. Normally they would ask him for all their smaller tasks like restocking and cleaning up the tables, and then paid him with a small amount of salary. With this, he could at most have four part time jobs in one day, without a single break in sight.
Once it was time for his lunch break, Bai Yang didn’t even eat and grabbed his bag to start picking up plastic bottles by the road. When he bent his waist, something suddenly hit his shoulder. He looked up and it was Da Hong from the opposite street.
“Hey, idiot, I have a plastic bottle here. Do you want it?”
Da Hong was a nearby hooligan; he was dark and skinny, just like a stick. Sitting on the roadside railing, he held in his hands a half finished bottle of coca cola and was juggling it between his hands, the bottle clinking with every movement.
Bai Yang ignored him and turned away to leave when Da Hong jumped down from his spot and blocked his way. He reached out to push Bai Yang,
“Hey idiot, daddy’s talking to you. Can you not hear me?”
Bai Yang’s head was lowered, and he didn’t make a sound, just turning away towards a different direction and wanting to leave. But he was quickly pushed back by Da Hong and tripped, hitting the wall beside them.
“Hey, so you aren’t just an idiot with mental problems, you are also a mute. Your ears wouldn’t be deaf would they? ……I heard your voice last time. What, looking down on me huh? How about this, you call me daddy and I’ll let you go.”
Da Hong laughed as he pushed Bai Yang around, as if he found something new to play with. A nearby female shop owner threw down her tablecloth and yelled,
“Do you lack a conscience! How did Bai Yang bother you! Everyday, always up to no good! If Wen Chuo sees you, he’s going to beat you up until you’re crying for your dad and mom.”
Da Hong didn’t care but right at this time, as if to prove the shop owner’s words true, a sudden force came at the back of his waist and following that, he flew far away with a “puh-tong”, stopping only after rolling a few times.
Da Hong’s mother could only really win through her mouth for something like this and she kept yelling at him as she helped her son up. When they left, she kept looking back, alert, to see if Wen Chuo was chasing after her.
“sb.”1
Wen Chuo gave them a middle finger, and with an expression full of disinterest, he flipped over to sit on the railing. Seeing Bai Yang beneath him, with his hands full of plastic bottles, his face became displeased,
“Go go go. You keep picking up these pieces of trash, how much money could you sell them for. Idiot.”
Bai Yang tightened his grasp on the bag and, after a while of confusion, he understood the meaning and patted his pockets that were full,
“A lot of money.”
Wen Chuo’s eyes couldn’t help but look down. He jumped down from the railing and suddenly had a smile on his face. He reached out into Bai Yang’s pockets to grab what was inside, squeezing Bai Yang’s cheeks as he said,
“Omo, how amazing. Let me see how much you earned.”
[ ZZZT —- ]
The sound of an electrical shock flew by and the world was suddenly at peace.
[ My dear ~ take care of your little hands hmm ]
Wen Chuo emotionlessly retracted his hand and at the same time he saw pennies in Bai Yang’s pockets and he almost threw up blood. He hung his head down against the railing, wanting to throw a tantrum but there was nowhere to do so, and he almost suffocated from his anger.
Bai Yang pulled on his sleeve,
“Wen Chuo.”
Wen Chuo swatted him off in annoyance,
“Go away. Leave me be.”
His strength was a bit strong, and Bai Yang stumbled back a small step. He looked at the back of Wen Chuo and then lowered his head to count the bottles in his plastic bag before knotting it up well and heading back into the restaurant to continue his work there.
Wen Chuo had not eaten since last night and, after beating someone up, he was a bit weak. He leaned against the railings as the sun shining on him made him even dizzier. Finally, mustering enough energy, he pushed open the door to the restaurant and found a place to sit down.
The owner, Feng-shu2, was just behind the counter, counting up the numbers for the business. The chef had taken these two days off to visit his hometown, so all the food had been prepared by his niece. The business had been too quiet and hearing the door being pushed open, he lifted his head,
“Hoh, Wen Chuo, what do you want to eat, I’ll give you a discount.”
At this time, Bai Yang was mopping the floor. Even if it was already very clean, he still mopped and mopped, over and over again, so persistent it was terrifying. When he got near Wen Chuo, his mop was stepped on and held down which made Bai Yang lift up his head.
Facing up to Wen Chuo’s human-like dog face, he was told,
“Mop what mop. After you mop it clean, it’s going to get dirty again when someone else comes. You have put effort in the wrong place.”
Notes:
*1 sb: (using my own footnotes from volume 3 :p) “sb” takes on the sound of “stupid” and “force”/”cunt”/”compare”. It is usually used along the lines of “stupid bitch”/curse word at someone, along the likes of dumbass
*2 -shu: a suffix (means “uncle” most of the time) like -shen (“aunt”) where you use it to generally call a man older than you. Someone that usually has children or looks like an older adult man (almost like your parents age but younger than a senior) or someone that feels like an uncle to you (used similarly in volume 1, where -shu was referencing a driver of Huo’s uncle or like in this volume where -shen was for the landlady).
Bai Yang had already woken up very early on. The first thing he would do is grab a bag and go downstairs to pick up plastic bottles. Then at 8 am, he’ll head to a restaurant to wipe the tables and wash the dishes. He’ll have about two hours of rest afterwards to pick up more bottles and then after that, at night, he’ll help the convenience store owner and stock up the shelves. For him, an entire day has already been planned, filled to the brim with things to do.
On the other hand, Wen Chuo would sleep until the sun was high up in the sky everyday. But yesterday, his emotional state didn’t seem to be quite well. Said he wanted to borrow money, but he didn’t take the money. Without eating anything, he just went home with a defeated and mulish expression, and hasn’t left the house since.
Bai Yang walked past Wen Chuo’s door before pausing momentarily and then walked downstairs. When he came back up, there was a cup of soy milk and two marinated eggs in his hands. He placed them in front of Wen Chuo’s door and knocked twice.
Wen Chuo had woken up a lot earlier than he would have before, or perhaps it could just be said that he didn’t sleep last night. Hearing the knocks, he immediately went to open the door. His red hair looked like a chicken’s nest, and randomly ruffling it only made him look less like a human, more like a dog. There was a feeling coming off from him, of him wasting his good looks, like he was a deteriorating, useless handsome human.
“This idiot!”
Wen Chuo crouched on the floor to pick up the food, and waved Bai Yang over. He impatiently said,
“I’m not going to eat it. Take it back and eat it yourself.”
Bai Yang slightly squinted his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows to look at him. He stood about three steps away from him and didn’t move. His white t-shirt had been washed so much that it was pilling and it was very loose on him, revealing a skinny collarbone, and bringing on that bit of youthfulness from a young man.
Wen Chuo stood back up and stuffed the food into Bai Yang’s hands. He tried his best to slow down his words,
“Eat it yourself. I’m not hungry.”
And then without caring whether Bai Yang heard and understood it all, he closed the door to go back to sleep.
Yesterday, Wen Chuo had gone crazy in his own home for the entire night. Hitting against the wall, slamming his head, rolling around, yelling, fighting himself. Everything that he could try, he tried, but there was no way to get whatever that thing was out of himself, and he was already dead tired and about to give up.
There were still about two more years until the time when the Wen Family would come here to pick him up. He couldn’t do anything except to eat, but he also couldn’t just sit here and gobble up air. So in other words, the system’s appearance has delivered a fatal attack to Wen Chuo.
Everyone and their neighbors here knew that Bai Yang was a mentally challenged boy and they had the heart to look out for him. Normally they would ask him for all their smaller tasks like restocking and cleaning up the tables, and then paid him with a small amount of salary. With this, he could at most have four part time jobs in one day, without a single break in sight.
Once it was time for his lunch break, Bai Yang didn’t even eat and grabbed his bag to start picking up plastic bottles by the road. When he bent his waist, something suddenly hit his shoulder. He looked up and it was Da Hong from the opposite street.
“Hey, idiot, I have a plastic bottle here. Do you want it?”
Da Hong was a nearby hooligan; he was dark and skinny, just like a stick. Sitting on the roadside railing, he held in his hands a half finished bottle of coca cola and was juggling it between his hands, the bottle clinking with every movement.
Bai Yang ignored him and turned away to leave when Da Hong jumped down from his spot and blocked his way. He reached out to push Bai Yang,
“Hey idiot, daddy’s talking to you. Can you not hear me?”
Bai Yang’s head was lowered, and he didn’t make a sound, just turning away towards a different direction and wanting to leave. But he was quickly pushed back by Da Hong and tripped, hitting the wall beside them.
“Hey, so you aren’t just an idiot with mental problems, you are also a mute. Your ears wouldn’t be deaf would they? ……I heard your voice last time. What, looking down on me huh? How about this, you call me daddy and I’ll let you go.”
Da Hong laughed as he pushed Bai Yang around, as if he found something new to play with. A nearby female shop owner threw down her tablecloth and yelled,
“Do you lack a conscience! How did Bai Yang bother you! Everyday, always up to no good! If Wen Chuo sees you, he’s going to beat you up until you’re crying for your dad and mom.”
Da Hong didn’t care but right at this time, as if to prove the shop owner’s words true, a sudden force came at the back of his waist and following that, he flew far away with a “puh-tong”, stopping only after rolling a few times.
Da Hong’s mother could only really win through her mouth for something like this and she kept yelling at him as she helped her son up. When they left, she kept looking back, alert, to see if Wen Chuo was chasing after her.
“sb.”1
Wen Chuo gave them a middle finger, and with an expression full of disinterest, he flipped over to sit on the railing. Seeing Bai Yang beneath him, with his hands full of plastic bottles, his face became displeased,
“Go go go. You keep picking up these pieces of trash, how much money could you sell them for. Idiot.”
Bai Yang tightened his grasp on the bag and, after a while of confusion, he understood the meaning and patted his pockets that were full,
“A lot of money.”
Wen Chuo’s eyes couldn’t help but look down. He jumped down from the railing and suddenly had a smile on his face. He reached out into Bai Yang’s pockets to grab what was inside, squeezing Bai Yang’s cheeks as he said,
“Omo, how amazing. Let me see how much you earned.”
[ ZZZT —- ]
The sound of an electrical shock flew by and the world was suddenly at peace.
[ My dear ~ take care of your little hands hmm ]
Wen Chuo emotionlessly retracted his hand and at the same time he saw pennies in Bai Yang’s pockets and he almost threw up blood. He hung his head down against the railing, wanting to throw a tantrum but there was nowhere to do so, and he almost suffocated from his anger.
Bai Yang pulled on his sleeve,
“Wen Chuo.”
Wen Chuo swatted him off in annoyance,
“Go away. Leave me be.”
His strength was a bit strong, and Bai Yang stumbled back a small step. He looked at the back of Wen Chuo and then lowered his head to count the bottles in his plastic bag before knotting it up well and heading back into the restaurant to continue his work there.
Wen Chuo had not eaten since last night and, after beating someone up, he was a bit weak. He leaned against the railings as the sun shining on him made him even dizzier. Finally, mustering enough energy, he pushed open the door to the restaurant and found a place to sit down.
The owner, Feng-shu2, was just behind the counter, counting up the numbers for the business. The chef had taken these two days off to visit his hometown, so all the food had been prepared by his niece. The business had been too quiet and hearing the door being pushed open, he lifted his head,
“Hoh, Wen Chuo, what do you want to eat, I’ll give you a discount.”
At this time, Bai Yang was mopping the floor. Even if it was already very clean, he still mopped and mopped, over and over again, so persistent it was terrifying. When he got near Wen Chuo, his mop was stepped on and held down which made Bai Yang lift up his head.
Facing up to Wen Chuo’s human-like dog face, he was told,
“Mop what mop. After you mop it clean, it’s going to get dirty again when someone else comes. You have put effort in the wrong place.”
Notes:
*1 sb: (using my own footnotes from volume 3 :p) “sb” takes on the sound of “stupid” and “force”/”cunt”/”compare”. It is usually used along the lines of “stupid bitch”/curse word at someone, along the likes of dumbass
*2 -shu: a suffix (means “uncle” most of the time) like -shen (“aunt”) where you use it to generally call a man older than you. Someone that usually has children or looks like an older adult man (almost like your parents age but younger than a senior) or someone that feels like an uncle to you (used similarly in volume 1, where -shu was referencing a driver of Huo’s uncle or like in this volume where -shen was for the landlady).
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