After the cold cannon fodder became terminally ill, the whole family was panicked

The stall owner waited for a long time, a little confused: "Hey, young man, what's wrong with you?"

The other party smiled.

"Posters, give me a few more."

It was drizzling in the evening in S City.

He put away the posters that were printed in poor quality one by one.

When I put them into my coat, I used the eaves of the newsstand to protect them from the rain, as if I was treating an old friend I hadn't seen for a long time.

When turning around.

The stall owner then discovered it.

He is tall and walks with a powerful gait.

It forms a sharp contrast with his gentle temperament and that overly outstanding face.

The stall owner was a little curious: "Young man, are you a warrior?"

The man turned his head.

The stall owner said, "I don't mean anything else. In our line of work, we just keep an eye on people on the street every day. Across from me is a Porsche seller, and there are so many people coming and going to pick up their cars. I've learned which ones are the second generation of rich people and which ones are warriors after watching them for a long time. You can tell at a glance that you're a warrior by the way you walk."

The hooded young man shook his head.

"I'm not."

He smiled faintly, not knowing whether he was teasing the stall owner or himself: "If so, that would be great."

After he left.

The stall owner stayed there until 12 o'clock and then closed the stall.

In fact, the quicksand mahjong in my hand is finally done.

He hung the hemp outside the stall and muttered, "It's already this late, no wonder only one person comes in a while. Hey! I didn't buy anything yet, but I got a few posters for free."

The stall is closed.

It was a quarter past twelve.

He pushed his bicycle and walked slowly home.

His wife said to him on the phone: "Why don't you come back earlier? I think you are just hiding outside and don't want to be at home with your grandson!"

The stall owner begged for mercy: "Business is slow tonight. Everyone is busy looking at Porsche cars. No one has come to the newsstand..."

He paused slightly.

His expression was blank for a moment.

"Yeah, not one."

The young man who left the newsstand did not return to his apartment.

Instead, he came to the company laboratory as usual.

Put on a white coat.

Put on goggles and gloves skillfully.

The gloves were covered with a mixture of nitrocellulose and nitroglycerin, and there were obvious burn marks on the base of the thumb.

Completed recording of the data from the gun ballistics experiment.

He spent the night in the lounge next door.

Maybe it's because I spend too many nights in the lounge.

The air gradually became permeated with his scent.

There are several different headphones in the drawer, a guitar hanging on the wall, and now a few posters.

But after all, his presence is always weak compared to others.

When he was leaving, several researchers from the same department were chatting and laughing with their arms around each other. They were slightly stunned when they saw him.

Then he looked at his work badge: "Lu Yaoguang—ah, Engineer Lu!"

Isn’t this the department’s spiritual leader, scientific research genius, Engineer Lu!

I am really old and face-blind.

Several people quickly surrounded him and greeted him.

But as they talked, they formed a circle and had a great time chatting.

Lu Yaoguang was excluded.

At noon, the department went to the cafeteria to eat together as usual.

Some people have doubts:

"Why are there only 7 seats at this table? Aren't there 8 people in our department? Hey, we're just having a good chat, why am I changing the subject? This cafeteria is too bad. When can we improve the taste and go to the Michelin French restaurant next to the company to experience it?"

……

Beside the long table.

Another single table.

Lu Yaoguang finished a bowl of rice and went for more as usual.

The enthusiastic cafeteria lady didn't see the length of service on his work badge, and greeted him while weighing her rice spoon: "You are so handsome, young man. Are you new to the company? I haven't seen you before. Do you have a girlfriend? Auntie can introduce you to someone."

Lu Yaoguang smiled and said, "No need, you have introduced me dozens of times."

He returned to the table with the tray.

The noise in the cafeteria was in stark contrast to the quietness of his place.

Humans are social animals.

People tend to form relationships with people who are similar or complementary to themselves. Over time, shallow relationships based on social exchange theory will develop into more intimate relationships as shared experiences increase.

For example, friendship.

But next to Lu Yaoguang, there was a bottomless ditch.

All the concern, surprise, sadness and empathy will bypass him and flow to other people.

When he takes a lunch break alone, he always brings his Steamdeck game console with him, which contains a series of games such as The Witcher 3, Sekiro, Paranormal Activity, and Elden Ring.

Just this time.

He made an exception and took out his cell phone.

According to the poster, Red Tide Band will release the demo of its first special theme song at 12 noon.

Most of the people who stay on Weibo are here to see the joke.

After all, no one cares what the demo sounds like.

Everyone came to see the dogs.

perhaps.

Only Lu Yaoguang didn't come to see the Border Collie.

He put on his headphones.

Sheng Tianlang's hoarse voice came out from inside, without any skills, full of emotion. After studying rock for several years, I only learned the volume.

If he disappears, where will he be?

Who still remembers him now?

Am I the only one who has been forgotten?

Please tell him for me.

I'm looking for him.

A top recording studio.

Sheng Tianlang was dumbfounded: "No, you just sent the demo out without giving me a chance to revise it?"

Producer: "Fix the sound for you? You are so cruel. You just want to see us work overtime all night, right? Who wrote the lyrics? They are so cheesy."

Sheng Tianlang scratched his head: "Miss Chu changed it..."

The producer slammed the table:

"What I mean is, how come the lyrics are so catchy! I've been making music for so many years, but only today did I understand what it means to return to basics. So cool, so cool! As expected of the daughter of the Chu family, Chu Zizhao's sister."

"I'll call and thank Miss Chu right now!"

Chu's house.

Chu Yan received a call.

The system was worried: [Is this really possible? ]

Chu Yan: [The four members of the Red Tide Band had their lives overlapped in City S. He must have also been in City S during that time.]

System: [But what if he has already left? For example, he has gone abroad. ]

Chu Yan:

【From a statistical point of view, we tried our best. 】

[Now all the posters and advertisements have been sent out. One week later——]

【Red Tide Band concert at the Xijiao Xushi Red Square Stadium. 】

【I'll wait for him to come.】