The Emperor's Run-Away Lover

Chapter 11: Going to the Recycling Bin to Sell Things

　　Quiet days often go very fast.
　　
　　In a flash, most of the month passed.
　　
　　Fu Yucheng relied on his health, but for more than ten days, his injuries were better. In addition to the wounds, he also occasionally suffered from pain. His daily life was no longer a problem.
　　
　　On this day, just after lunch, he slouched lazily on the sofa, fiddling with a slap-sized plastic cube-just a little closer, all six sides of the cube were put together.
　　
　　He wriggled the Rubik's Cube, there were always so few pieces that he couldn't make it, and even the colors became more and more chaotic.
　　
　　"What a shame!" Fu Yucheng couldn't help but scolded discouragedly, throwing the Rubik's Cube on the small square with a "slap", turning his head to look over the Liulitai.
　　
　　Next to the counter, the boy—should now call him indifferent, was wiping a plate carefully.
　　
　　The transparent sunlight was like a gauze, and it fell to the ground from the blinds in front of the flow table, smearing the hair of the white desert brows with a warmth, making the indifferent and awkward boy a little more angry.
　　
　　Fu Yucheng thought, this little devil looks like a snowman, he doesn't talk much, and his temperament is cold, so it's a good job to do housework.
　　
　　As if feeling someone looking at him, Bai Mo glanced at him with some doubt: "What's wrong? The wound is uncomfortable?"
　　
　　"Oh, that's not there." Fu Yucheng grinned, "Yes, you don't need to wash Xiaomo I have to be so serious, I just have to wash it up. I used to save a lot of it, just wash it once, and save a lot of trouble."
　　
　　...... This sloppy ghost is quite plausible. Bai Mo turned back silently and continued to do the dishes seriously.
　　
　　Fu Yucheng looked at the thin stream of water in the faucet and suddenly remembered something.
　　
　　It has been more than half a month since he fetched this ghost from the desert... When he took a bath yesterday, he looked at the water tank, and there was only a shallow bottom left.
　　
　　Fu Yucheng turned his head to look at the control screen next to the sofa-the red number on the screen showed: the remaining power: 9%.
　　
　　It's time to recharge the car with water and move the muscles.
　　
　　"Xiao Mo, you come here." He waved at Bai Mo.
　　
　　"Wait." Bai Mo carefully put the last bowl into the rack, pulled off the towel next to it, and wiped his hands while walking to the sofa.
　　
　　He stared at Fu Yucheng, and hesitantly opened his mouth: "Do you have anything to do?"
　　
　　"How many times have I told you, don't come to you all day and night, call me brother!" Fu Yucheng stared A glance at him, "Brother-brother, won't you pronounce this sound?"
　　
　　"Rain...Brother Rain." Bai Mo pursed his mouth and finally called out awkwardly.
　　
　　Subconsciously, he did not call "Brother Yucheng"-the sister-in-law of the boss lady, that is what Xu Youyou called.
　　
　　Although it seems a bit inexplicable, Bai Mo just doesn't want to be like others.
　　
　　"That's right." Fu Yucheng was finally satisfied. "You'll clean it up later. Let's go to recharge the car and take you to the windmill to see it. It's also an eye-opener for you to know. This world."
　　
　　"But, I'm going to wash my clothes in the afternoon." Bai Mo hesitated for a moment. "It's time to dry the quilts and blankets, the bathroom should be brushed, and the floor..."
　　
　　"Okay, you are done. Endless." Fu Yucheng heard a dizziness and he couldn't help raising his right hand and directly interrupted the other party's words. "These broken things, if you don't do it in one day, you won't die... Don't be so particular about your life. Just make up."
　　
　　Bai Mo looked at the man speechlessly.
　　
　　He grew up in a cold and clean eco-zone laboratory, and has almost instinctively harsh requirements on the environment, making him live in the kind of debris nest that Fu Yucheng used to be. It is even more uncomfortable than death.
　　
　　He thought about it for a while: "These things... Otherwise, I will do it tomorrow."
　　
　　Fu Yucheng shrugged: "Also. By the way, there are piles of scraps under the workbench. It was the last time I was in an abandoned factory. I picked them up. You sorted them and sorted them by the way. Let's go to the recycle bin first and sell the bunch of things before we have the money to recharge the car."
　　
　　"Well, I know." Bai Mo nodded, rolled up his sleeves and squatted down, starting to clean up the pile of tatters.
　　
　　Under the workbench, there were piles of things picked up by Fu Yucheng, what chips, circuit boards, screws, coils... a whole lot of mess, covered with cobwebs and dust.
　　
　　Seeing the boy sorting through the pile of broken things, Fu Yucheng silently took a drink from the glass.
　　
　　He thought to himself that he had picked up the little child laborer, and he really did not lose at all, and he might have made a profit. Although it is deep inside, there is a little bit of guilt-but only a little.
　　
　　Soon, Bai Mo cleared the pile and put it in a cloth bag.
　　
　　"Good job." Fu Yucheng nodded approvingly. "It's almost time, we should start."
　　
　　......The
　　
　　off-road vehicle drove out of the alley, opposite the alley was a modified double-decker bus, standing on the roof A fat aunt in her 60s is drying corn on the cob.
　　
　　She saw the familiar off-road vehicle, her eyes lit up suddenly, she hurriedly put down her corn on the cob, and waved her hand vigorously: "Acheng, Acheng! I heard you were injured, are you better?"
　　
　　"Much better "Fu Yucheng replied with a smile, "Thank you Zhou your corn steamed cake!"
　　
　　"You like it!" Zhou smiled her eyes narrowed, "Minger did, let my little granddaughter do I'll give you another copy in the past!"
　　
　　"Cough, this..." Fu Yucheng's smile suddenly solidified. Although the steamed cake is good, he still hasn't forgotten that the little girl used the opportunity of delivering steamed cake to haunt him and tell the story of the whole afternoon, almost not driving him crazy.
　　
　　Bai Mo blinked, and he remembered that bowl of steamed cake-Fu Yucheng only scooped a spoonful, and he thought it was too sweet and said that it was eaten by a child and was thrown directly to himself.
　　
　　And the little girl who sent the steamed cake was going to haunt Fu Yucheng to tell a story. The man's embarrassment at the time was much worse than being attacked by sandworms.
　　
　　Bai Mo recalled the situation that day, and suddenly wanted to laugh.
　　
　　"Your boy, please forgive me?" Fu Yucheng seemed to perceive something, and couldn't help but glared at him. "You eat steamed cake, but I suffer, but I'm a little conscience."
　　
　　"Well." Bai Mo turned his head and looked up. Out of the window, the corner of his mouth could not help but gently raised a little.
　　
　　The SUV drove slowly in the parking lot, and came to the edge of the river valley in a short while.
　　
　　A huge recycling bin appeared in front of us.
　　
　　This recycling bin is extremely weird in shape and is made of hundreds of colorful vintage containers stacked. Although it's a bit shabby, it's quite spectacular, and looks like a kind of post-modern art building.
　　
　　"Here, let's go." Fu Yucheng picked up the ragged cloth bag and opened the car door and went down.
　　
　　Bai Mo hesitated and followed.
　　
　　Fu Yucheng lightly walked into one of the containers in a familiar way. The light in the container was very dark, and he could only vaguely see many messes.
　　
　　The two walked in along the pile of debris, in front of which was a low counter with a delicate beautiful girl on hand.
　　
　　"Huh... Huh..." A dull grunt came from behind the counter.
　　
　　Bai Mo frowned: "Someone?"
　　
　　"The boss Wu of this recycle bin is a fat man night owl, and he likes two things most-sleep lazy and beautiful girls." Fu Yucheng shrugged and snapped. Tossing the bag on the counter, "Wu fat man, business is coming!"
　　
　　"Business is coming! Business is coming!" A sharp voice came to startle Bai Mo.
　　
　　With the sound of a "hula", a dark shadow fluttered with wings from the sky, just fell on Fu Yucheng's shoulders, and screamed: "Business is here! Business is here!"
　　
　　It turned out to be a green parrot .
　　
　　Fu Yucheng rubbed a parrot's little head: "A green, has the fat man bullied you recently? Hey, if I had no time, I wouldn't throw you to him."
　　
　　"Business is here!" The parrot turned his head.
　　
　　Bai Mo glared at it: "Brother Yu, this... this bird can talk?"
　　
　　"No, Xiao Mo, haven't you ever seen a parrot?" Fu Yucheng glanced at him with pity, "The ecological zone grew up a child really poor, tut. " "
　　
　　What a pity! "parrot noisy and loud together," poor thing! " "
　　
　　What noisy noisy ...... Fuck, I nap! "came a voice that noise behind the counter, as if someone hit Something arrived, "I'm dead! Oh, my wife, are you okay!"
　　
　　A big fat man touched his head, holding a beautiful girl in his arms, and stood up scolding from behind the counter.
　　
　　He squinted a pair of eyes squeezed into a slit by the fat, and looked at the customer carefully. He couldn't help but stunned slightly: "Fu Yucheng? Why are you?"
　　
　　"How?" Fu Yucheng raised his eyebrows, "Can't it be me?" "
　　
　　Nothing..." the fat man muttered. "You used to come here almost every week. How long has it been? I thought you died in the New Sahara, or was eaten by some big fish in the devil's sea."
　　
　　"Why not, Fatty Wu, are you looking forward to my death?" Fu Yucheng said with a smile.
　　
　　"Hahaha, that didn't happen, that didn't." Wu Fatzi scratched his head and hit a haha, "After all, the goods you brought in Acheng are all good goods. Only you can get from Sahara and The Devil's Sea got those things."
　　
　　He said, suddenly his eyes lit up, and found the new continent in general: "Well, who is this child next to you? I looked so raw. Hey, kid, what is your name? Yeah?"
　　
　　Bai Mo glanced at him lightly, without answering.
　　
　　Fu Yucheng couldn't help raising his eyebrows-this little devil pretended to be quite cold in front of strangers.
　　
　　"This kid is very proud." Wu Fatzi thought it was very strange. "Acheng, what did you buy from the slave traders passing by? How many trading coins?"
　　
　　"What did you buy ? Yes." Fu Yucheng showed a smug smile and rubbed a handful of the boy's hair, "How's it, not bad?"
　　
　　When he rubbed it around in front of outsiders, Bai Mo was a little awkward and couldn't help but sideways his head.
　　
　　He couldn't help whispering secretly in his heart, why Fu Yucheng's muzzle feels so much like the off-road vehicle he showed off before?
　　
　　Fatty Wu suddenly realized, "Oh," he said, "You found it in the desert? But, this kid looks different from the refugees."
　　
　　"It's very white and tender, and it doesn't look yellowish. "Wu Fatty lay prone on the counter and stretched out a chubby claw, trying to twist the other person's face. "Does this kid do anything? One day you don't want to be raised in Acheng, throw it to me Be a buddy."
　　
　　"Slap" with a crunch, and Wu Wuzi's hand was knocked off indifferently.
　　
　　He has a small face and looks like a frosty snow doll: "I will not come to you, and I will not be a buddy."
　　
　　Wu Fatty was stunned and gave Fu Yucheng a slight embarrassment. Some of them talked about it: "The child is quite tempered."
　　
　　Fu Yucheng couldn't help but laugh when he saw that he was deflated: "I said fat, you two pig hoofs, you want to pluck anything at all, this time you touched the iron plate. Come on."
　　
　　He patted the boy's tight shoulders: "Xiao Mo, he played well."
　　
　　Bai Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and his body gradually relaxed.
　　
　　Just a moment ago, he was really afraid that Fu Yucheng would throw himself at this fat man-just like the parrot.
　　
　　If so, he would rather have not been picked up.
　　
　　Fatty Wu was not happy: "Hey, Acheng, we have been dating for so many years, why are you like this? I tell you, the green parrot you left me here, I don't know how many business deals I have disturbed. Not one thing counts with you. Last time I was at the bar, I finally caught up with the girl, but as soon as she saw you, her eyes were straight, my mother..."
　　
　　he turned up The old account is almost endless.
　　
　　Fu Yucheng couldn't help rolling his eyes, and directly interrupted the fat man's nagging: "Come on, come to the truth, Wu Fatty, please show me quickly-how many trading coins can I worth for this bunch of things?"
　　
　　" Oh, okay, let me take a look first." Fatty Wu nodded. He drew out a weird-looking microscope and carefully put it on his left eye before he began to fiddle with the things in the bag.
　　
　　The fat man's fingers are thick and short, but very flexible, flying up and down like a butterfly in a pile of junk.
　　
　　Soon, he separated the pile of chips and the circuit board separately, and carefully counted them one by one: "Acheng, you see, this, this, and this are all good. The rest, just It's not very valuable. Well, this seems to be okay, I will take a closer look..."
　　
　　" Okay, don't talk so much nonsense," Fu Yucheng snapped his fingers impatiently, "how much is it for a package?"
　　
　　After thinking for a while, Wu Fatzi tentatively asked, "... two hundred trading coins?"
　　
　　"... Wu profiteer, what the hell are you doing to me?" Fu Yucheng raised his eyelids and stared blankly at each other, "The price given by Hans's shop is at least 30 points more than you."
　　
　　Wu Fatzi scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and handed Fu Yucheng a cup of tea diligently: "Hey, this is not a good market. ...So, two hundred and thirty trading coins, no more. Even if you go to Hans, he will not be able to give you a higher price."
　　
　　He pouted: "For more than a month, the Mo family I haven't come to our stores to collect the goods. No, everyone is afraid that the goods will be smashed in the hand, so the price will not go up."
　　
　　"Why didn't the Mo family come to receive the goods?" Fu Yucheng was a little confused-everyone picked up the tatter It was sold to the recycle bin, and then the recycle bin was sold to the Mo family. This line has always been an important source of resources for the Hurricane Fort underground factory. Why didn't it suddenly accept the goods?
　　
　　Fatty Wu said mysteriously: "Acheng, haven't you just returned from the desert and haven't had time to go to the bar to listen to gossip? Something happened over Hurricane Fort. Since the death of his wife, Mo Ziwei has been in a bad mood , I killed a worker before, and then started a family cleansing. The whole Hurricane Fort is flying around, where can I get the goods."
　　
　　"Slay the worker? The big cleaning? Mo Ziwei got water in his head? I fucking, you are too bad to drink this tea." Fu Yucheng frowned as he drank the tea. "After two months, It's my turn to work at Hurricane Fort, but don't make any noise."
　　
　　Bai Mo couldn't help but look up at Fu Yucheng.
　　
　　Is he going to work in Hurricane Fort?
　　
　　Why didn't I mention it to myself?
　　
　　How long will he go?
　　
　　Bai Mo wanted to ask a clear question, but he pursed his lips, but said nothing-he was just throwing it away. Where can he ask questions?
　　
　　"Acheng, do you know, Mo Ziwei's true identity?" Wu Fatzi licked his lips and lowered his voice. "I'm afraid I said that, you have to startle."
　　
　　Fu Yucheng sneered in disapproval: " Fatty Wu, do I look like I'm scared? Oh..."
　　
　　"Fallen Green Ghost."
　　
　　"Poof—cough cough..." Fu Yucheng didn't hold back for a while and sprayed the white desert around him All in one tea.

The author has something to say:
A long time later, afterwards.
Bai Xiaomo, who has grown up (borrowing countless Fu Yucheng's eyelashes to play): "Brother Yu, is your nickname because of the color of your eyes? There is a bit of dark green in the darkness, why is it so beautiful..."
Fu Yucheng (blinking): "Uh, this is actually because I used to wear a green crystal bracelet, and that thing was called the green ghost."
Bai Xiaomo (sitting up from the bed): "The bracelet ? ... who gave it to you?!"
Fu Yucheng (somewhat embarrassed): "I bought it myself."
Bai Xiaomo (doubt): "Brother Yu, you never wear these things."
Fu Yucheng (lowened his voice) : "I heard others say, that thing is lucky. Hey, don't laugh... Bai Xiaomo, why are you! Hey..."