Conscientiously making soy sauce

Everyone wears a mask and lies for a different reason

motivation has only one name

--desire

The night of the city is full of brilliance, dimming the stars and the moon. Human desires drive the development of science and technology, and human desires are surging. If they cannot be controlled, they will silently become terrible monsters.

It was night, after nine o'clock in a second-tier city, and it was the time when the nighttime carnival was about to start.At a certain point, people who wear various masks of diligence or hard work during the day will put on other masks, enter the place they want to go, vent with the same kind or dispatch the pressure and emotions accumulated during the day.

With all kinds of means, bright, dark, soothing, and cruel, there is always one that will suit the current men and women, fast-paced life, stressful, and always need more ways to vent.

The evening breeze is soothing, and it is a bit cooler than the temperature evaporated by the sun during the day. The stars blink helplessly, but only innocent children will smile and hold their mother's hand to look at the stars. Adults have long forgotten the appearance of the starry sky .

People with high temperature and pressure in the past few days can only hide at home and blow on the air conditioner. When they can meet this suitable temperature, they all run out one by one. On the main road and in the shopping mall, it is full of people.The salespersons are all smiling. With this posture, their commission or bonus can be seen to increase, and their attitudes are quite enthusiastic.

People liberated from offices and high-rise buildings go wild in various bars, or vent their desire to buy in brightly lit shopping malls, or go to movie theaters to taste the joys and sorrows of the next hour.

People are so close, yet so far away.

From the [-]-story high-rise building, you can see a piece of light converging into a river of light, flowing, river of light.The cars are as small as miniature cars in a toy store, and even less so for people to see, they are smaller than ants.

A height of tens of meters separates the roof and the lower part of the building into two worlds. One side is bustling with people's voices, while the other side is gusts of wind. There is only darkness on top of darkness. Horror spreads and grows on the rooftop in the darkness, stretching out hideous eyes. branches.However, there are noises on the rooftop where there is usually no one, there are people's heavy panting, and there are light footsteps.

"You really can't compare to him anywhere." The voice was soft, with a trace of regret, "I thought your nose was like his, but it's a pity, it's not as good-looking and straight as his. But it's true, how can someone like him So easy to find?"

The man hiding in the shadows smiled softly, "Yes, I was wrong. I really was wrong."

The voice is lingering, not like being on a high-rise platform, but like being coquettish to a lover in a peach blossom forest in March. On the contrary, this kind of voice is even more disobedient and uncomfortable on the empty rooftop.

"You...what are you going to do? Please, please let me go." The man in his late thirties was trembling all over, his originally handsome face was distorted by fear, making him look miserable.

"Well, yes, you don't look like him, why should I follow you?" The man smiled again, very happy.

"It's actually very simple. Have you seen the selfie stick next to it?" The man smiled. "Your mobile phone is also with you. It's very simple. You take the selfie stick to the place I designated to take a selfie. Do you see that corner? Look." It looks a little scary, but it’s still safe, as long as you pay attention, you’ll be fine. As long as you take a photo, well, you must smile, and then I’ll let you go.”

"Really? Really?" The man was trembling all over.

"Of course." The person in the shadow said quietly, "You haven't seen me, so you don't know who I am. My voice is also false, and I haven't done anything to you until now. Why don't you let me go ?”

He laughed again, "I won't do anything excessive, if you don't let me go, wouldn't you be breaking the law?"

The man was still hesitating, only seeing a little cold light from the shadows.

The man slowly said, "You know what I'm holding in my hand, and you know it's true. What do you think the consequences will be if you don't obey? If you don't like this, then we can change it."

"No, no, no, I'll do it, I'll do it." The man was about to cry, and picked up the selfie stick.

"Put your phone on it, don't forget. Put it better, and see how your hands shake." The voice was flat, with three points of complaint.

The man put the phone away tremblingly like a quail, and then carefully stood at the position specified by the voice.

A sharp scream pierced the night sky, and the man fell heavily.

The man in the shadow came out, with a mask on his face and black leather gloves on his hands. His whole body was black, just like the darkness itself. He said coldly, "Since it doesn't look like anything, you don't need to continue living."

"Goodbye."

The lifeless body fell onto the brightly lit street, dyeing the excitement into panic.Next to it is a broken selfie stick with a mobile phone on it...

And the black shadow on the top of the building looked at the little lifeless person below, the corners of his mouth curled up in great joy.Seeing the people below getting more and more chaotic, he held his fingers happily.

"It's not bad that this worthless person can show me a scene." He tilted his head and started laughing again, with a nervous smile, "It's so good, so good."

"What an idiot, how could I have thought it was? Well, I must have drunk too much, such an idiot hahahahahaha."

He turned and left, with soft footsteps accompanied by his intoxicated voice, "holding hands with an elf, walking towards the wilderness and rivers, there are too many cries in this world, you don't understand."

"A elf? An elf." He smiled again, with a very happy smile. "Yes, and an elf, my elf."

"Only mine, only mine, my elf."

The voice was distorted with a hint of excitement from the heart. I don't know what I thought of, but I had the pleasure of taking drugs.

"I will keep walking and singing. Because this is my own song, my own poem." In the studio, Zhuo Yuan said quietly with big headphones.

This is his show, a quiet late-night show.It's not interactive, there is no audience phone participation, just quietly sharing all kinds of music he likes, sharing timeless and beautiful articles and novels, and sharing poems and prose.

It should be said that Shōhara still enjoys this kind of work very much, it is not too noisy, and he can completely immerse himself in it.He looked at the Yeats poems he had prepared, and read them quietly with soothing light music.

It was almost ten o'clock at night, and Zhuo Yuan played music and turned off the directional microphone.He looked at his colleague who walked in and nodded.

"Hey, I'm so sleepy." Colleague Xu Feng yawned. Xu Feng is a late-night emotional hotline, specializing in life guidance for idiot men and women, or being an old uncle for parents. Because he is eloquent and humorous, he is still very popular.The relationship between the two is also good.

"I don't know who will call today." Xu Feng's face was full of resentment, "I have solved so many puzzles in my life, but I am still single! It's not fair!"

"Your fans will have their faith broken when they see you like this." Zhuang Yuan smiled, "You look like an old driver listening to the show."

"I'm pure, I'm really pure." Xu Feng complained, "Hey, why doesn't anyone see my pure heart? Ahhh, I won't chat with you anymore, my time is almost up."

Zhuang Yuan smiled and said good night, tidied up the studio and went out.

The building is very quiet, except for a few colleagues on night shift, the other offices are pitch black.Going to his place and taking the bag, he saw another large bouquet of roses on the desk, Zhuo Yuan had no choice but to put them directly into the vase.

I don't know who sent it.

The computer was turned off a long time ago, Zhuang Yuan checked the table again and went out.When I met the colleagues on duty, I also said hello by the way.

"Zhuang Yuan, you have a lot of letters today, do you want to take them back and have a look?" The guard smiled, "Why don't you open some Weibo, so that your fans don't know how to contact you at all."

"Actually, they just listen to it. They might be disappointed when they see real people." Zhuang Yuan smiled politely. It's not interactive, so it should be fine."

"Actually, we all like listening to your show."

"Thank you." Zhuang Yuan nodded politely and said, "I'm off work first."

The doorman looked at his radio, it was obviously on this channel, he was obviously listening to Zhuang Yuan's program.Although it is not a lively show, although there are no jokes or interactions or lottery draws, listening to Shohara's clear voice like a spring stream in the middle of the night will make people calm down and forget the impetuousness and chaos of the day thought.

Does Shōhara know that his show is popular?Uh, he really doesn't know very well.

Go down to the basement and get out of his black car.There were few pedestrians and vehicles on the road after eleven o'clock, and there were no traffic lights along the way.

I returned to the community in about half an hour, and it was almost eleven o'clock when I got home.

Zhuang Yuan took a shower and went straight to bed and fell asleep. His job is simple to say, but it is just this late-night show.At that time, because the leader of the radio station was a friend of the original owner's father, seeing that he had graduated and had no relatives to take care of him, he specially took care of him and recruited him to the radio station.Looking at Zhuang Yuan's Mandarin standard, and his voice is nice, I wanted to give him a more popular show, but he pushed it.

Later, Zhuang Yuan chose a late-night stall that not many people were willing to host. After all, he came in through a different way, and he couldn't take advantage of others.

Night after night, quietly sharing beautiful words and beautiful melodies.Zhuang Yuan didn't even know that his "Every Night Sound" had already become a very popular show.

It's also fortunate that he didn't open Weibo, otherwise hehe, he would have already become a fan of the fans below.

After a good night's sleep, the sky was bright and the bustle and bustle outside made Zhuang Yuan open his eyes.Woke up in a daze, brushed his teeth and washed his face while half asleep, then made some breakfast casually, and when he sat at the dining table, his brain basically started successfully.

On the table is simple porridge, fried eggs and a steamed bun.

Zhuang Yuan sighed slightly, looking out the window at the bright sun.

When he left the previous world, he heard the white-haired Peng Hanwen whispering in his ear that he would accompany him and come to him.In that world, from the time they were young to the old age, they basically never quarreled.

But I haven't seen him until now.

Maybe... he wants to go alone in this world?

No, he shouldn't be so pessimistic.

Zhuang Yuan still cheered up.Thinking about the last world, someone in the last world didn't appear in front of him for the first time, maybe, an opportunity is needed, maybe he is also looking for him?

Now that he said he believed, he should expect someone to appear.I just don't know what it's called this time, and what it looks like this time.

The author has something to say: suspenseful...