Scumbag bosses have become paranoid villains

Whether it's the interview or the lover, this narrative is ridiculous from beginning to end, like a bad and deliberate tease.

Yu Ge instinctively took this as a joke, but it was difficult for her to analyze why the boss who had just woken up for a few days lied to her, and why... shed tears in front of her.

Her only complete memory is the period when she worked in the bureau. If it is true according to what Song Aishu said, they should have known each other when she first started working. Why can she recall every senior and recognize every A colleague, but the only one who doesn't remember this Bole?

Song Aishu has only been lost for two years, and she has been working in the administration for more than two years. If it is said that they had established any intimate relationship in the past, why did this two years ago, when the other party was not lost? People have never appeared in her impression?

She couldn't find any clear and reasonable explanation for this chaotic situation. However, even if the most basic timeline couldn't be matched, she still had a lingering sense of anxiety, which was so hot Bright, tightly choked in her throat, as if being choked by a deliberate lie.

On the one hand, this is of course because she has just escaped from the virtual task. When unreality far exceeds logic and rationality, people's psychological endurance will be more or less reduced; on the other hand...

Even she herself had to admit that for a moment, she hoped from the bottom of her heart that this subversive and flawed rhetoric would be true.

Except for those tasks at work, she has no memory and no life of her own. Most of the time, she can restrain herself from thinking deeply and live a good life in a daze. Breeding a bit of anxiety and anxiety that cannot be dispelled.

It is very easy to immerse yourself in negative emotions. When she dreamed back in the middle of the night alone, she also sat in a daze until the early morning countless times. The confusion and pain were equally turbulent, sweeping like a tide, making people unable to breathe and unable to breathe. Struggling, swallowing her like a whirlpool.

In such a situation, an embarrassing and humble desire finally took root in the flesh and blood, subtly stimulating every nerve of her, and lingering in her mind.

——She has always wanted a sense of belonging, not so much a longing or fantasy, this desire has almost condensed into a greedy appeal in the day-to-day expectation.

Whether it is family affection or love, no matter how old the other party is, what status they are, no matter how cruelly they are treated, she doesn't care about it all. -Begging is entrusted to others, and you will never lose control, and you don't have to take responsibility. You just need to tirelessly absorb emotions in a well-arranged and well-organized manner. 7K 妏敩

But she can't.

Yu Ge took a deep and thorough breath, and the dull pain was transmitted along the lung lobes to the heart like an electric current, making even her fingertips numb.

This kind of relationship is neither healthy nor realistic, and more importantly... out of her natural self-preservation, she simply can't do it.

She is able to be weak in the task and take what she can, but in reality, she does not want to hold her full of desire in anyone's hands, and it is impossible for her to be controlled by others.

The weak sound of artificial airflow is played in a loop in the inpatient department, like the summer wind passing over the treetops, rustling the lush branches and leaves, and even for the sake of simulation, it is occasionally mixed with the crisp and tender singing of young birds.

It's a pity... No matter how pleasant the voice is, it is still false.

Yu Ge's tone was extremely calm, and because it was too calm, it almost sounded a little stagnant.

"Chief Song, I don't know why you have such assumptions, but it's a bit out of date for you to show your personal feelings in front of a subordinate."

She lowered her eyes, took out two facial tissues, and handed them to the other party respectfully.

"Maybe it's because I shouldn't disturb you while you're recuperating, why not... let's discuss it in detail some other day."

A hand stretched out in front of her without warning, gently brushed a lock of long hair that had swept past her ear to behind her ear, then put it down randomly, and took hold of her hand that was on the table.

The movement was gentle and natural enough that Yu Ge didn't react at all for a moment, but the sticky and cold touch spread endlessly in her palm, clearly showing her dark and obscure thoughts.

——She likes to be shaken by someone, even if the person looks unfriendly, even if the person is the immediate boss she met for the first time, she also likes to be shaken like this.

However, the heat in the palm only stayed for a few seconds, and then disappeared without a trace. Yu Ge reluctantly put on a calm air amidst his chaotic thoughts, and saw Song Aishu wipe the tears on his chin expressionlessly .

"...Yu Ge, you are right."

In the hazy and soft wind, the boss's voice was unspeakably low and hoarse, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of blood. It seemed a little sad and sad, but the emotion was actually very restrained, and if he was a little negligent, he would Passed by quietly.

The young host raised his head suspiciously.

She thought she would be able to see the leisurely teasing or some kind of obvious pain from the other person's face, but in those long and narrow black eyes, there was actually only a contemplative scrutiny, as if she wanted to trace it inch by inch. Her facial features, and through this appearance, stare at a soul that she has forgotten.

At the moment when they looked at each other, Yu Ge almost had an illusion that she had glimpsed a secret that should not be revealed. That feeling made her feel very confused and a little chilly.

She heard Song Aishu sigh: "It's up to you whether you believe it or not, we will have a long time to come."

……

Inpatient department, east with toilet.

A splash of cold water splashed on the fluffy and white fragrant flowers on the table.

Yu Ge repeatedly flushed his face twice, his drooping eyelashes were stained with water, and looked long and dark under the light.

She leaned against the sink and stood upright, feeling the buzzing in her ears when the water splashed in, as if she was separated from the outside world by an impenetrable water curtain, preventing her from experiencing obvious sorrow or joy. Turn all the encounters in life into pale and gloomy thoughts.

Time is always continuous, so in a person's life, everything actually has traces to follow, and memory is like the starting point of this causal chain, tracing any little detail back to the unreachable past.

Frequent impulsive consumption in adulthood may be due to being forced to accept a tight life as a child; inability to establish a lasting and stable relationship with friends or lovers may be attributed to the mistreatment of parents in childhood; excessive low self-esteem and nervousness in interviews , may be able to be related to an accidental mistake during a major exam...

Even the seemingly independent preference for floral fragrances, if you really want to get to the bottom of it, you can probably think of "grandmother's garden is full of flowers" or "the female classmate who had a crush on middle school used floral-scented shampoo" Such insignificant details.

Once this causal chain is completely broken, patients with total amnesia can't even explain their behavior.

Yu Ge raised her head slightly, and looked directly at the face in the mirror through the wet eyelashes. For a moment, she saw that even her own face was very strange, like a dirty soul without a body, living in a bright Live in a young body.

She can write a fairly beautiful pen, but she can't remember where she learned this style of writing and how it was formed.

She is keen on iced cola, obsessed with the touch of sweet bubbles bursting on the tip of her tongue, but she has no way of knowing how this taste is developed, whether there was a can of iced soda in the most thirsty and hot summer of a certain year Save her from the fire and water.

When she was thinking, she was always gnawing on her nails. Not only did she gnaw the thin layer of nails unevenly, but when it was severe, the gaps between her ten fingers were full of dried blood, but she no longer dared to guess why she was so anxious. This kind of stinky disease was born under the circumstances, and why did not succeed in getting rid of it until adulthood.

She always thinks that she should remember something, but in fact, there is only a sticky shadow like mud in her mind. The memory stops abruptly at the key point of tracing back to the source, like a long series, only dozens of foreshadowings can be played The middle episode of "The Reality" gives people a sense of emptiness that is difficult to distinguish between reality and reality, and has nowhere to go.

Rather than saying that this is a habit unique to her, to her, it is no different from the key details written in the biographies of characters. A reason, to give special meaning to habits, and these unfounded bits and pieces put together... can't make up a living person of flesh and blood.

Yu Ge avoided the shadow in the mirror, tore off two pieces of paper, and wiped dry her face indiscriminately. The sour and bitter liquid slowly seeped out from the depths of her abdominal cavity, and she was so astringent even in the blink of an eye that she couldn't squeeze out a single tear. .

—she couldn't even cry for herself.

Why not stay in a certain task?

She is just a maggot in the gutter, she looks like a living person on the surface, but the inside has been festered and decayed for a long time. Since life is so uncomfortable, why not just die in the mission?

Just because it's all fake?

But what reality does reality have for her?

She even memorized her resume by rote, from basic information to education, from special hobbies to rewards and punishments, every word and every sentence is an objective description of her life, but it has nothing to do with herself .

Compared with the real and innocent "Yu Ge's Life", it is even easier for her to empathize with the characters she has personally experienced.

In literary and artistic works, the problems after awakening from amnesia are always focused on three very specific questions: who am I, what is the relationship between this and us.

Time wiped the first 20 years of her life into ashes, she woke up in the administration, not sure who she was, why she was here, and had nothing to do with anyone in the world... Isn't this more frightening than the certainty of falsehood?

At least in the mission, she can find a chance to save the situation. There is always someone who is willing to save her, someone who is willing to establish a relationship with her, and someone who can stay by her side.

"Yu...Yu Ge, Yu Xiaoge?"

A former colleague who had worked in the dog blood sadomasochism group came out of the cubicle wearing a hospital gown and turned her shoulder.

"Damn it, it's really you!"

Jin Dongqing, who should have retired from the front line because of starting a family a few years ago, held the other's arm and couldn't help clicking his tongue.

"Why is your complexion so bad, and you can't think about taking medicine?"

She watched Yu Ge's light-colored eyes tremble slightly twice, and then drooped down as if nothing had happened.

"...It's nothing, I just met a difficult new boss, why, why don't you sneak out and have a drink?"