Chapter 1: : Sargeras, the takeout master

Shards of memory flashed like a white lightning flashed like a movie in my mind, and blended together.
The sunlight was warm, the breeze was under the shade of the tree, and Hu Feng returned to the old classroom that he missed so much.
Reference books piled high on the desk, the green faces in school uniforms.
The dream is so real, Hu Feng turned his head and looked at the face that he had not remembered many times.
That year, he was sitting in front, she was sitting behind him.
Found that Hu Feng was looking at himself, the girl glared at him, and then continued to whisper with his desk.
If time can be fixed at the moment people want, maybe. . .
Earthquake-like shaking made the classroom fragmented, and the warm sunlight has been replaced by a glimmer of shimmering light.
The roaring green flames burned the spirit of Hu Feng, and the heat wave reaching deep into the soul hit him,
"I am Hu Feng, born in a mountain village in the north ... No! I am not ... I am ..."
Suddenly, Hu Feng felt an inexplicable throb.
Suddenly changed his horizon, and the endless void was reflected in his eyes.
Stars no longer emit seemingly eternal radiance, and the universe is no longer quiet and lonely.
Everything in the universe fell into silence for only one reason-destruction!
In front of the forces of terror, the world had to calm down, and it crawled softly and silently under its feet.
Hu Feng opened his eyes, a fanatical chaos within his pupils.
At this moment, all the creatures in the universe feel that the law is deviating, leaving them with fear in their hearts, as if something is coming, the power of perdition is dominating everything and taking over everything.
In countless large and small temples with hundreds of millions of horizons, priests and prophets with different beliefs opened their eyes in horror at the same time and found that their ‘god’ no longer came to respond from this moment.
All the statues of the temple shivered slightly, and the gravel on the ground was one after another, as if fearing something.
Dare to resist the existence of this horror will, all split one by one, the crackling sound of the temple building sounded together.
The endless universe, the screams of frightened billions of creatures sounded at the same time.
Finally, at the end, all creatures bowed down in the same direction to pray only for the little pity of the supreme terror.
An irresistible impulse rushed from the bottom of Hu Feng's heart and spewed out his throat, and he finally shouted--
"I am Sargeras! Lord of the Devil! Eternal Destroyer! The Destroyer of All Things!"
"Do not!"
Hu Feng got up sharply, sitting on the bed and gasping for breath.
Is a dream again. . .
Hu Feng froze for a while, then took out a cigarette in the cigarette case at the head of the bed, lit it, and walked slowly to the window, looking at the bustling street outside the window, which was late at night.
For the first love of Xiao Pian in high school, Hu Feng has been recalling and remembering in various dreams.
Do you really still love her? There should be, and there should be no, first love is a very special and special existence in every man ’s heart.
Like love, not love, but this life will never let go.
Thought of this, Hu Feng smiled self-deprecatingly.
This is nothing more than one-sided wishful thinking. If you remember people, they do n’t necessarily remember you.
The noble and pure ivory tower of the student era has already been shattered by the actual sword.
Moreover. . . Just like his own bird now, it's even more distant to come out.
After graduating from university, Hu Feng left his hometown in the north and came to the south coast of the metropolis next to Hong Kong to work and earn a living.
Ambition has long dared not talk about it. To use an online vocabulary: Do n’t talk to me about ideals, quit.
Opened the window, flicked the cigarette out, Hu Feng lay back on the bed again, glanced around his snail dwelling less than ten square meters, and closed his eyes again.
Fell asleep, tomorrow is another day, that brand new. . . Endless working days.

Early the next morning, Hu Feng got up on time, put on that blue overalls, rode his own electric car, and started a new day of work.
"Man, your takeaway is here. I'm downstairs in your house. Get it down ... Okay, thank you."
Ended the call, Hu Feng took the takeaway in his hand and stood under a small six-storey building waiting for customers to come down and get it.
This village in the city has been familiar with it for a long time. Although the countless small alleys do not have any house numbers and road names, they know this place well.
Shenzhen is such a peculiar and miracle-filled city. There are many small villages in the bustling urban area. These low-level peasant buildings are crowded together like cans, and they are like a group of shabby children looking Not far away are those giants in gorgeous clothes.
A middle-aged uncle in shirt and shorts and flip-flops pushed open the door and came out. He smiled at Hu Feng and thanked him. He took the takeaway and turned back to the building.
He is also a regular customer, and he has been delivered with seven or eight takeouts before and after, and he is more or less familiar.
Riding a battery car, there was another shock on the phone, and a new order came.
Set up the business address navigation, Hu Feng launched the battery car.
When he first came to Shenzhen, he also wanted to work in the factory. His first stop was the Longhua New District outside the customs. I heard that there are a large number of factories recruiting people there every day.
The situation is indeed the same. At that time, Hu Feng came to Longhua New District, and was soon recruited back by a factory calling for daily knots, and began his short factory career.
But soon Hu Feng discovered that it was not so.
Daily settlement, as the name implies, pays you once a day, strictly speaking, it is not a long-term job.
Those who came together looked like old fritters. They smiled and took the daily salary, so they left.
This is reality's first stick to Hu Feng.
He understood what is called Sanhe Great God. Sanhe Labor Market is Longhua ’s largest recruitment site, and he was recruited there.
The Sanhe Great Gods never do long-term work, they like the day end.
Do one day, play for three days, don't want to think about tomorrow's things today, and tomorrow may be caught in a state of coercion because he can't find a new day's knot, but this is not always today's business, so care about him.
The Dashenju Express Hotel with a little money in your hand, or an Internet cafe overnight.
If you have no money in hand, you will buy a meal and a large bottle of mineral water.
Do they have no ideals? They are willing to live such a poor life as pigs and dogs? Hu Feng did not understand at the time.
But now he has understood.
The Sanhe Great Gods are not without ideals. UU reading www.uukanshu.com but this reality tears their ideals alive and throws them on the ground.
And when your ideals are torn apart by reality, when you gradually succumb to this status quo, and even find some fun from it, then it is difficult for you to get out of here.
Sanhe represents a state of life, represents a group of sorrow and emptiness, they are not cheaper than others, but their hearts have long since fallen.
Big Shenzhen, small dream, empty heart.
Hu Feng's battery car shuttled through the traffic and moved toward the navigation point.
He didn't want to live the life of Sanhe Great God, he was afraid that he would also sink, and he was helpless.
So he came to Kannai and found a job as a delivery person for the takeaway company.
For a bachelor like himself, every month of hard work, the salary is also enough for his daily expenses, and the cheapest entertainment: computer.
Arrived at his destination, Hu Feng froze for a moment. This is a very high-end Western restaurant. Although it has always been hung on the take-out software, the starting price and the unit price of meals are really prohibitive.
It seems that this restaurant has finally ushered in its first order online, and some local tyrants with more money are hooked.
Walked into the restaurant and sat down near the door, waiting for the takeout to be completed.
The waiter's attitude towards him was not bad, he brought a glass of lemonade.
There are not so many dog-eyed plots of low-blood dogs. In Shenzhen, a service-oriented city, everyone is a working class and no one can despise anyone.
Half an hour later, Hu Feng took the delicately packed takeaway bag and turned and left the restaurant.
His meal delivery destination is a very high-end community in the center of a lot.