Good Luck Time - Chapter 3

[Chapter 3]

After returning to the room, Tao Sizhi took off the rain-stained clothes, put them in the laundry basket, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

He likes the bathroom in the company’s dormitory very much. The lighting is warm, the bathing space is not large, the amount of water from the shower is suitable, and the water temperature can be stabilized at 38 degrees Celsius. He showered quickly, dried himself, and changed into his pajamas.

Walking out of the bathroom, Tao Sizhi’s cell phone rang, and his brother called him.

He picked it up and heard his brother ask him, “How is the annual meeting?”

“The grand prize is an expensive car,” Tao Sizhi told his brother truthfully, “but I didn’t win.”

His brother smiled: “Then You think you’ll get hit.”

Tao Sizhi felt that his brother was laughing at him, so he stopped talking. He doesn’t like people laughing at his bad luck.

The two ends of the phone were silent for a few seconds, then his brother suddenly cleared his throat and said, “Is there anything else tonight?”

Tao Sizhi asked strangely, “What?”

His brother paused for a moment and said, “You Did you meet Jiang Ge?”

Tao Sizhi said, “Yeah,” and his brother asked, “How is it, what did you guys talk about?”

“No,” Tao Sizhi said, and asked his brother, “Why do I want to chat with Jiang Ge? ?”

His brother was quiet, and after a while, he said, “Forget it, you should go to bed earlier.”

Hanging up the phone, Tao Sizhi sat down at the desk, turned on the computer, opened the diary form in the cloud document, and wrote “Today I met Jiang Ge”, then deleted the sentence and replaced it with “participate in the annual meeting” and saved it.

Before going to bed, for some unknown reason, Tao Sizhi remembered the phone call with his brother.

Since Tao Sizhi graduated from high school, his brother mentioned Jiang Ge to him 24 times, the most in the first year, thirteen times, and then decreased year by year.

When Tao Siyuan talks about Jiang Ge, his attitude is always very strange. Sometimes Tao Sizhi thinks that his brother hates Jiang Ge, and sometimes it seems that it is not so simple.

Among the twenty-four conversations about Jiang Ge, the one that impressed Tao Sizhi the most occurred one night during the summer vacation before he went to college.

At that time, he was sitting with his brother watching TV, and his brother suddenly asked him, “How on earth did you come up with the idea of using Jiang Ge’s hand to draw you a card.”

When asked, Tao Siyuan did not look at Tao Sizhi, but Stare at the TV.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the light from the TV projected on Tao Siyuan’s face, illuminating his wheat-colored skin pale, similar to the face he had when he first heard the nickname Tao Sizhi was given by his classmates from Tao Sizhi’s elementary school.

“I didn’t think of it,” Tao Sizhi corrected him, “his hand was there by himself.”

Tao Siyuan glanced at him: “Tell me what I can understand.”

Tao Sizhi had to start from the beginning.

In the summer before Tao Sizhi’s high school dorm life, his behavioral interventionist suggested that he download several mobile phone simulation social games, and learn dialogue and communication in the games, as a buffer for communicating with real people in the real world.

When Tao Sizhi searched for the game designated by the doctor, he found a game called “Meteor Rose Garden”. The layout of the screen is very reasonable, and the color tone also made him feel comfortable, so he couldn’t help downloading it, and he soon fell in love with this game.

Tao Sizhi is very keen on collecting cards in the game, and is actively doing tasks every day, collecting diamonds and drawing cards.

He also found the “Meteor Rose Garden” game player’s forum on the Internet, and opened a post to record the card face of each card draw, but his luck is very bad, the card draw repeat rate is very high, and good cards are never drawn. No, most of the words in the post are imitating other players, so I haven’t received many replies.

Occasionally, a player who accidentally enters the log post and pity his luck will give him some transfer suggestions, such as “Landlord, do you want to try to draw a card?”, “The last time I listened to music to draw a card, I got an SSR. “, “It is said that reciting poetry is useful to draw cards”, “It is recommended to take the bus to the temple to draw cards”.

Tao Sizhi tried one by one, but all ended in failure, feeling a little annoyed.

This is the premise that Tao Sizhi used Jiang Ge’s hand to draw cards without Jiang Ge’s permission.

Then I have to say Jiang Ge.

Jiang Ge suddenly transferred to Mingde Middle School on April 9, a few weeks after the start of the second semester of high school.

At that time, in the dormitory building for the second year of senior high school, there was only one vacant bed in Tao Sizhi’s dormitory, next to Tao Sizhi.

Tao Sizhi came back on the weekend and saw that the bed next door was occupied by Jiang Ge, and he was quite critical. He was not used to someone sleeping on the bed next door, and very much hoped that Jiang Ge could sleep on the ground.

But before returning to the dormitory, Tao Sizhi heard rumors from a classmate behind him that the newly transferred student was violent and was expelled from the previous school because of a fight.

After returning to the dormitory, he found that Jiang Ge was very tall, standing beside him, the shadow could cover him. A friendly person, so Tao Sizhi was very tactful and didn’t bring it up in front of Jiang Ge.

That afternoon, Tao Sizhi urgently went to the Internet to collect some information about “the benefits of sleeping on the ground every night”, and made a sleep health manual, which was printed in the printing room and placed on Jiang Ge’s bed.

After coming back from self-study next night, Tao Sizhi found a health care manual in his trash can.

Tao Sizhi told here, but was interrupted by his brother.

“I don’t see how the health care manual has anything to do with my problem,” his brother said.

“It’s a complete thing,” Tao Sizhi said. “If there is something missing, the explanation is incomplete.”

Then, Tao Sizhi told his brother about the specific situation of the school’s senior year mobilization party on the evening of April 17, in the second semester of high school, and the temptation to Tao Sizhi by Jiang Ge’s inappropriate and disrespectful remarks after returning to the dormitory.

From 21:45, Jiang Ge expressed his dissatisfaction with the prizes, and then showed off his luck in the lottery to his other two roommates, Zhang Dongyun and Zhou Li, and finally counted the prizes he had drawn.

According to Tao Sizhi’s statistics, the entire conversation lasted a full 12 minutes, which directly led to Jiang Ge’s voice in Tao Sizhi’s mind when he was playing the game that night: “I have good luck in the lottery.

” After drawing the diamond and before drawing the card, Tao Sizhi suddenly looked up and saw Jiang Ge’s hand resting on the railing.

Jiang Ge’s sleeping pattern was poor. When sleeping, his left hand would rest on the railing between the two beds, and his fingers would sometimes touch Tao Sizhi’s forehead.

Tao Sizhi was originally very melancholy because of this, but at this moment, he realized that maybe this was his good luck, and he stayed there by himself, waiting for him to approach.

What Tao Sizhi had to do was to hold his mobile phone and lean over, and ask Jiang Ge’s finger to tap it for him. It was very hidden and simple.

“Hidden how could you be caught?” Tao Siyuan interrupted Tao Sizhi again.

This question is not objective enough, Tao Sizhi did not want to answer, and protested silently.

After a while, Tao Siyuan gave in and changed the question: “How many times were you caught?”

“The eighth time,” Tao Sizhi replied, “On April 29. Zhang Dongyun and Zhou Li both went home. It’s just me and him in the dormitory.”

“What was his reaction after finding out?” Tao Siyuan was suddenly silent, and after a few seconds, he turned to Tao Sizhi, his voice became very high, as if he was yelling at Tao Sizhi, and asked loudly, “Jiang Sizhi Did Ge use this to threaten you? Do those things to you?”

“No,” Tao Sizhi quickly denied, and added, “Those were done later.”

“The first time was at Jiang Ge’s house,” Tao Sizhi said. “After dinner, Auntie went out.”

Tao Siyuan suddenly stopped talking.

Tao Sizhi thought he was strange and looked at him.

Tao Siyuan’s expression was far more complicated than Tao Sizhi could understand. After a long time, Tao Siyuan said to Tao Sizhi, “I’m sorry.”

He said, “It would be great if my brother hadn’t been Mrs. Jiang’s investment advisor.”

Tao Sizhi saw Tao Siyuan crying. , Tao Siyuan was eleven years older than him, and was about to turn thirty. This was the first time he saw Tao Siyuan cry.

“In order to compete with my colleagues for clients, when I was chatting with Mrs. Jiang, I deliberately told her that my brother had autism and that his family was having a hard time.” Tao Siyuan cried to Tao Sizhi.

Tao Siyuan cried like a squirrel with chestnuts in his mouth, his cheeks kept stirring and his front teeth were exposed.

Tao Sizhi looked at him for a while and said, “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Then he turned to look at the TV, and suddenly, he seemed to hear Jiang Ge calling his name.

“Tao Sizhi,” like every hallucination, he heard what Jiang Ge said to him after he took out his mobile phone and found that he was stealing his hand to draw a card, “You fucking don’t have a hand?

” The phone was thrown back on Tao Sizhi’s quilt with a muffled sound.

He also heard which time he forgot, Jiang Ge asked him: “Tao Sizhi, can you like me a little bit.”

The author has something to say: Jiang Ge didn’t fry Xiao Tao Ha, don’t get me wrong! Xiaotao is a high-functioning autism spectrum disorder, the one with better intervention and can live independently.

[End of This Chapter]