My boss betrayed me

Personally, I think that judging the song "The Call" should not be limited to the original book and movie. It should have a more vast and boundless imagination space, and a deeper, more profound and unfathomable connotation.

As far as the music itself is concerned, I think "Calling" is not about the pursuit of wanton and reckless emotional expression, but rather focuses on rational, in-depth thinking and calm analysis. It depicts the vicissitudes of time and the changing situation.

A kind of helpless deep sigh, heartache, a kind of life cycle, a cycle, showing a kind of extraordinary, superb spirit and an ethereal, clear, pure and transparent state.

It can purify and sublimate the personality, and return human nature to its original innocence, nature and simplicity.

This is like a baptism of the mind and purification of the soul, which instantly transforms people into a new person."

"Wow, that's a brilliant idea, absolutely amazing!" Nangong Yue was so excited that she danced and cheered, "Now, please stop the car."

On this suburban highway that seemed to have been abandoned by the whole world and trampled upon by fate, the surroundings were deathly silent.

Except for the vehicles speeding and whizzing past, the whole world seemed to have fallen into an abyss of desolation and despair.

The trees along the roadside trembled uncontrollably under the raging and merciless tearing of the autumn wind, like prisoners whose throats were strangled by fate and who were struggling desperately but were powerless to do anything.

The withered yellow leaves are like shattered dreams, swirling and falling miserably, and each fallen leaf seems to be weeping and crying out endless sorrow.

The wild grass on the roadside was yellow and sparse, lying weakly and lifeless, as if lamenting the injustice and cruelty of fate. The miserable appearance made people feel pity and couldn't help but cry out: "This is too miserable!"

The gloomy sky was like a huge black magic pot turned upside down, pressing people so hard that they could hardly breathe. It felt like "the pressure was overwhelming and about to explode on the spot."

Occasionally, a few crows would fly by, crying miserably. The sound was particularly eerie in the silence, making people feel terrified, as if they would be devoured alive by this horrible atmosphere in the next second.

Fang Baiyun slowly pulled the car over to an exit. His expression was as if he had been struck by lightning. His face was filled with astonishment and bewilderment. His unbelievable eyes seemed to be able to see through people instantly. It was as if his soul had been sucked out of him in an instant, and he fell into deep confusion and chaos.

He looked completely confused, as if he was wondering "Who am I? Where am I? What should I do?" It made people feel anxious for him.

At this moment, the gloomy sky seemed like a heavy lead plate, pressing heavily on the top of the head, making people feel extremely depressed. It seemed that even breathing became extremely difficult, as if every breath of air was filled with the taste of despair.

The dim light made everything around seem blurry and added a bit of depressing atmosphere, as if the world was shrouded in a layer of gray gauze. The scene was so "absolute" that it made people want to escape quickly but there was nowhere to escape to.

In the distant sky, there was a faint sound of muffled thunder, as if the sky was roaring angrily, and the momentum seemed to be shouting: "Everyone, be quiet, no one can escape!"

Nangong Yue stared at Fang Baiyun's eyes, her eyes were full of pain and determination, and she was trying hard to suppress the grief in her heart that was surging like a raging storm and almost bursting its banks.

She said in a slow but powerful voice: "My dear ones, if I tell you that Li Yichen committed suicide and died, bidding farewell to this complicated world forever, would this be more shocking and a better way to purify and sublimate your soul than a song called "Calling"? "

At this moment, Nangong Yue's face was filled with grief and anger. Her clenched teeth and slightly trembling lips showed the ups and downs in her heart. She was like a "running goddess of vengeance".

Fang Baiyun was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground. He stammered, "How...how is this possible? How could he..."

Nangong Yue replied coldly: "I mean, Li Yichen shot himself in Longgudui. The bullet pierced his head mercilessly. He was completely finished like that. He disappeared from this world without a trace. Not even a trace was left."

Tears flowed down my cheeks like a torrent bursting through a dam.

Her body was trembling slightly, and although her voice was cold, it could not conceal the pain and anger in her heart. Her look was heartbreaking, as if "the world kisses me pain, and I must fight back."

The autumn wind blew the fallen leaves on the ground wildly, swirling them madly into the distance. The scene was so shocking that it made the gods and ghosts weep.

In the fields in the distance, the crops had long been harvested, leaving only a desolate and empty scene, like a desert forgotten in the corner of time. This is simply a "large-scale destructive disaster scene."

The surroundings were so quiet that only the whistling of the wind could be heard, as if it was playing a doomsday mournful song for this sad scene.

A few dead trees on the roadside were swaying in the wind, and their branches were creaking, as if they would break at any time, making people feel that "it might be completely cold."

"How did you know? I'm totally confused and my mind is shattered!"

Fang Baiyun's throat seemed to be crushed by a huge rock weighing tens of thousands of tons. His voice was so hoarse that it seemed to come from the Netherworld. This voice was so powerful that "it could scare people to death and make them collapse as soon as they opened their mouths."

His eyes were as big as bells and the muscles on his face twitched constantly due to tension.

Nangong Yue said anxiously: "Liuli brought a package of things from Li Yichen, and a letter. After I read all the information, I suddenly felt an extremely ominous premonition in my heart, so I called home and said a few words of family talk.

My mother told me the news of Li Yichen's suicide. It was said that the scene was horrible and inhumane. This is the letter Li Yichen wrote to me. You can understand the reason if you take a look at it."

When Nangong Yue spoke, her eyes were firm and resolute. She quickly took out the letter from her bag. Her action was resolute and fearless, as if she was shouting "Go ahead, let's fight."

Nangong Yue took out the letter at lightning speed and threw it to him like a hot potato.

After reading the letter, Fang Baiyun felt as miserable as an eggplant frozen in a thousand years of extreme cold. His whole body shrank and dried up in an instant.

His shoulders drooped, his eyes became empty and lifeless, and he slumped over the steering wheel, so silent that it seemed as if time had stopped.

After what seemed like a century, he asked in a weak voice like a deflated ball:

"What do you want me to do? Just say it straight out, don't beat around the bush!"

Fang Baiyun's voice was full of helplessness and fatigue. His brows were furrowed, and his face was full of confusion and pain. His expression was like "being repeatedly hit by life and having no power to resist."

Nangong Yue asked back: "Where is the money? Who controls it? What kind of mess is going on with the plan related to this money? Tell me everything!"

Her eyes were as sharp as lightning as she stared straight at Fang Baiyun. It seemed as if she could see through everything, like "the sharpest queen in the world."

Fang Baiyun answered with a painful look on his face: "I really don't know, this matter has always been handled by Mu Chu."

At this time, the mountains in the distance were tightly shrouded in a layer of hazy fog, looming, as if playing an extremely weird "death hide-and-seek" with them, but this game was not fun at all, it was creepy, it felt like entering the "ultimate nightmare abyss of horror script killing."

The trees on the mountains were also dim and blurry, like ferocious beasts lurking in the fog, ready to pounce and devour people at any time.

The air was filled with a damp smell, which made people feel inexplicably depressed, as if an invisible huge black hand was tightly strangling their throats and they were about to "suffocate to death".