I am weak and friendly

Chapter 320 A Tiny Light (3K views, please vote at the end of the month)

It was a rainy night, almost midnight, and most of the shops on the street had already closed, but a small restaurant called "Guo's Stir-Fry" was still emitting a dim light.

Inside the shop, the proprietress leaned on a table near the door, put down her phone, took off her reading glasses, rubbed her eyes, yawned, and looked up at the door: "Old Guo, why isn't anyone coming?"

"Why don't you go to sleep first?" the boss said.

"I see the rain has lessened, it's not drizzling anymore, should we close?" the proprietress asked.

"I'll wait a bit longer. We've already made our intentions clear," the boss said.

In truth, neither of them was confident.

One question is whether the message they posted was discovered by the local internet celebrity known as "Brother Xunmo" and subsequently shared online. Another is whether, even if it were posted, it would be of any use.

It's so late now, and it's so dark, everyone's probably found a place to rest.

Just as the boss was wondering whether he should close the door and go to sleep, he heard his wife say, "Hey, Lao Guo, do you see anyone at the door?"

"It seems someone's here..." The owner stood up, walked towards the door, glanced at it, and then quickly opened the door, saying, "Are you here to eat? Come in!"

At the doorway, a dark figure stood in the rain, looking somewhat hesitant.

In fact, he had been lingering at the door for almost five minutes.

"Come in quickly, come in quickly!" the boss hurriedly called to him, "Come in and get out of the rain, have something to eat."

"I..." He had already reached the door, but he hesitated and even turned around, seemingly wanting to leave.

But he longed for the warm lights and shelter from the rain.

It's been pouring rain for hours, and now it's raining continuously. There's hardly any dry place outdoors, and many houses are already starting to leak.

"I...I have no money."

"I don't want your money, come in, I'll make you something to eat." The boss simply ignored him, rushed into the rain, and pulled him into the house.

The touch was icy cold.

His skin was cold, his face was pale, and his lips had turned slightly purple.

This summer has been very hot, but the temperature has now dropped to 19 degrees Celsius, making it the coldest day in the last two months.

"Get some hot water!" The shopkeeper turned to his wife, then grabbed the man and said, "Take off your clothes and wipe yourself down first. I'll get you something to eat. Do you want some fried rice?"

In the kitchen, the stove fire rose, reflecting the red glow on the boss's face. Half a spoonful of oil was poured into the pan amidst the flames that leaped half a meter high. The diced meat was rolled around in it, and the cooled rice, coated with egg, was tossed a few more times. When it came out of the pan, it was already a golden brown.

Less than two minutes passed between the range hood turning on and off, and the fried rice was served in a large bowl, placed on table number 4 near the door.

Then the boss looked at the young man in front of him, who looked about two years younger than his child, wearing a soaking wet shirt and even a tie.

It's hard to imagine that he is a homeless person.

The young man merely wiped his hair with a tissue, and now, standing at the doorway, he seemed too embarrassed to sit down.

"Didn't I tell you to take off your clothes and wipe yourself down?" the boss asked.

The young man glanced at the proprietress next to him, a little embarrassed.

"Hey, what are you embarrassed about?" The proprietress was amused and annoyed. "You're not even as old as my child! Why would I look after you?"

As she said this, the proprietress felt a little sorry for the man.

This young man looks quite presentable; I wonder whose child he is, and whether his parents are worried about him.

And their own children are also working hard outside, and haven't come home for a long time. Have they also suffered such grievances but don't want their family to know?

Thinking this, the proprietress's eyes welled up with tears. She turned around and said, "I'm not looking at you, Lao Guo. I remember there are some of your clothes in the storage room upstairs. I'll go get him one..." Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the young man's eyes were completely captivated. "Hey, sit down and have a couple of bites first. Eat quickly, eat quickly!"

The fried rice smelled so good; the young man was completely captivated the moment the owner started cooking.

Now, after eating a spoonful of rice, I feel like I'm ascending to heaven.

"Is it good? Does it suit your taste?" The owner sat across from the young man, watching him wolf down his food, and asked with a smile.

The young man wanted to speak, but he accidentally choked on his own words and rolled his eyes.

"Hurry up and have some water..." The owner quickly handed over hot water. Seeing the young man struggling to swallow the fried rice in his mouth, and wanting to speak, the owner waved his hand, "Don't talk, eat! Eat up!"

In fact, some praise doesn't need to be expressed in words.

A great chef's favorite thing is seeing others enjoy his food.

Seeing how much the young people were enjoying their food, the owner turned around and went back to the kitchen, where he took out some of his own braised meat and side dishes and placed them on the table.

Seeing the young man's somewhat reluctant look, the boss said, "Eat up, eat up. Eating won't bankrupt the chef."

The young man laughed, and the rice grains in his mouth fell out, so he quickly stuffed them back into his mouth.

After the young man finished eating, he changed into one of the owner's T-shirts.

The boss was on the heavier side, while the young man was very thin. His t-shirt swayed precariously on him, but his complexion had finally regained its rosy hue, and his lips were no longer purple.

Just then, the boss saw what appeared to be a figure at the door and went to open it.

This time, there were three middle-aged people, and it seemed there was also a woman.

"Um..." A middle-aged man who looked the oldest started to ask, but the owner waved his hand and said, "Come in quickly, do you want some fried rice? I'll also cook you a hot dish, come in!"

The young man stood up and pulled out a chair from the table next to him.

It was already late at night, but the small restaurant was bustling with activity. The dim lights, though small, were warm in the cold, rainy night.

On another street, a small family-run supermarket was also open. Further away, a few warm lights shone dimly in the rainy night. In a small restaurant, the owner came out of the kitchen with several plates of hot dishes, distributing them to the tables that had just arrived. He glanced around and saw that about a dozen people had already gathered in the small restaurant.

It suggests that the place is packed with guests.

The owner placed a plate in front of the young man, containing several hot dishes, and ordered one of each of the previous stir-fried dishes.

"I think you're not full. There's still fried rice left, go get some yourself, and try some of my stir-fries," the owner said.

The young man looked at the dishes that looked and smelled delicious, and without any hesitation, picked up his chopsticks.

With a "thump," the proprietress placed two bottles of beer on the table.

"Have a drink, Lao Guo, to relax."

The boss's eyes widened. His wife usually hated him drinking, so why was the sun rising in the west today?
No, the sun hasn't risen yet.

The proprietress opened a case of beer, distributed it to each table, and turned around to see the proprietress happily pouring beer for the two people.

The two sat on opposite sides of the table, eating and chatting.

"Uncle, look, this is what brought me here," the young man said, opening his phone.

"Is this some kind of Ou something-Fu?" The boss looked at his phone from left to right. "People these days, they're really something!"

The owner saw his shop on the map, marked with "12" and a human figure.

I zoomed out on the map on my phone and saw that there was another supermarket next door with its lights on, marked with the number 3.

"Is this the number of people?" The boss stared wide-eyed at the small print. "I had a fight with this shop before. They complained that I parked in front of their shop. So what if I parked? It's not like I'm going to lose a piece of my flesh. Humph, see? They don't have as many people as my family."

The young man chuckled.

Then the boss shrunk the map again, and little by little, the icons appeared on the map one by one.

If you only look at one street, it seems like there are only one or two places lit up, but when you zoom out on the map, you will find that the whole city is like a sky full of stars.

Looking at the dense array of icons, the boss fell silent for some reason.

He zoomed out the map again and saw that along the long coastline, countless cities were lit up, and more cities were slowly lighting up.

"Young man, can you install one for me too?" The shopkeeper took out his phone and said, "Teach me how to use it."

When the boss turned on his phone, he suddenly felt as if the world had swayed slightly.

A strange feeling of dizziness.

"earthquake?"

"No, the cup wasn't even shaking."

Did you feel it just now?

……

On a rainy night, Young Master Tang's convoy was speeding along.

A new adversarial organization has emerged in the other world. Their technological capabilities are unexpectedly strong. This is a major event that requires close attention, and it's worth going to my dad's office so late at night.

Arriving at the committee building, I sped along and then, with a "bang," pushed open the door to my dad's office.

"dad!"

Behind the enormous desk, a middle-aged man in a white suit looked up: "What is it?"

In the office, the other men in suits stood up and stared at Young Master Tang.

Young Master Tang recounted his discovery, and Boss Tang pointed to the sofa next to him: "Sit down."

"What's wrong?" Young Master Tang was taken aback.

A middle-aged man glanced at Boss Tang for instructions, then said, "It's like this, we've encountered many problems at work recently. We believe that we're currently missing something crucial, causing numerous vulnerabilities in our system. Therefore, we think we should urgently launch a plan to monitor the negative entropy value of our entire society..."

Monitoring negative entropy? Don't we have that... Young Master Tang was about to speak when he suddenly realized.

No, we don't actually have anything to monitor negative entropy values.

Strange, how come we don't have... anything that can monitor negative entropy?
how come?
This isn't right.

Our world should be entirely based on monitoring negative entropy values.

Why isn't it there?

This should be the basics!
"Are all of you just freeloaders?" Young Master Tang mocked mercilessly. "Can't you even think of something this simple?"

A group of middle-aged men lowered their heads in shame.

After a long while, everyone left, and Boss Tang walked to the window.

Outside the window, countless "monitoring booths" stand quietly in each corner.

But no one knows why these monitoring booths are scattered all over the place.

“Your world has gone astray,” a voice said.

“I know.” Mr. Tang straightened his tie. “Someone, send out a calibrator.”

He ordered.

(End of this chapter)