eyes outside the box

The sun is very strong, and you can still feel the strong ultraviolet rays through your clothes.

Occasionally, when pedestrians pass by, there will be a trace of wind, and in the wind, there is an unpleasant mixed smell.

The mixed smell may include the smell of cheap perfume, the special unpleasant smell of sweat gland secretions, and occasionally some washing powder left on the clothes-it's just that this fragrance, after mixing with many kinds of smells, also becomes It was a little unbearable.

Duan Jiuze stood for a while at the intersection of the busy street, quietly feeling the fresh breath of the world.

"My boss, why are you standing here? What a bad day!"

Duan Jiuze turned his head, glanced at the young man in a floral shirt, and said nothing.

"Boss, the matter has been resolved, you can go back to the company."

Duan Jiuze nodded, and didn't ask what was the matter.Lift your feet and walk in the direction indicated by the man in the floral shirt.

When Duan Jiuze returned to the office, he realized that what he was currently engaged in was actually in the entertainment industry, which was far from the financial module he was good at.

Randomly flipping through some materials on the table and the documents in the computer, Duan Jiuze unexpectedly found it easy, and he obviously didn't know anything about it before.

Duan Jiuze raised his eyebrows, and saw employee-related information in a certain category of files on the computer, including company employees and simple files of some celebrities.

"Da da da--"

When the phone rang, Duan Jiuze calmly pressed it.

"Xiao Ze, come back for dinner tonight. Mom cooks for herself today. Your father picks the dishes from the garden by himself. The fish are also fresh fish that your father caught today."

The woman's cheerful tone, when she didn't get a timely response from Duan Jiuze, she became depressed, and unconsciously called out again cautiously: "Xiaoze? Tonight...Come back to eat, okay?"

Duan Jiuze looked at the document at hand, and said casually, "Maybe I'll come back late, I'll try to be as early as possible."

The woman on the other end of the phone didn't seem to care about what Duan Jiuze said at all. It might be late to go back. Instead, she was so happy that she asked Duan Jiuze's recent taste carefully, asked again and again, and told Duan Jiuze not to be too tired. He could do work anytime.

Duan Jiuze had been listening to the other party talking, occasionally responding coldly once or twice, which made the woman on the other end of the phone happy and didn't know what to say. In the end, there was nothing to say, so the woman hung up the phone reluctantly.

The documents at hand were processed quickly, and Duan Jiuze spent more time thinking about where Yang Bowen was.

Yes, Yang Bowen.

According to previous experiences, Yang Bowen, as well as his important relatives and friends, seem to exist in every world.But if Duan Jiuze doesn't want to be threatened by the white mist, only Yang Bowen can help. Only by finding Yang Bowen can he stay in the real world better, instead of the pure white space where everything is still.

Judging from previous experience, Yang Bowen and himself are either friends or brothers, and may even be lovers. In short, Yang Bowen should be by his side—unless he dies.

But after Duan Jiuze came to the real world, he searched through the mobile phone address book, as well as the employee information and celebrity information in the computer, but found no Yang Bowen's name.Duan Jiuze couldn't help frowning.

Without Yang Bowen, Duan Jiuze wasn't sure if he would be bound by the pure white space anytime soon.If after coming to this world, Duan Jiuze is quickly bound by the white mist and thrown into the next real world, then the clues may be slowly forgotten by Duan Jiuze in the process.

While thinking, Duan Jiuze kept grinding a pure black pen—this was his pen from the previous world, but it appeared brightly in his suit pocket in this life.

Duan Jiuze had the habit of carrying a pen with him. At the time when he was at the airport with Wang Qin, he had only a pen in his pocket, and the other things were either in his backpack or held by Wang Qin.

Duan Jiuze squinted his eyes, facing the sunlight outside the window, and looked at the pen carefully.

If Duan Jiuze entered the pure white space under normal circumstances, and at least one of the things he carried with him would be allowed by this space to be brought into the next world, then Duan Jiuze had to consider buying one that could be carried with him. The notepad that I carry is about the size of a palm, and it is specially used to record the clues I got in each world, as well as important inferences and assumptions.

In fact, some of Duan Jiuze's previous world records could no longer be fully remembered.Duan Jiuze was worried that the longer time passed, the more he would forget.

Walking out of the company, Duan Jiuze narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the not-so-lazy afternoon sun.

"boss."

The driver drove the car to the door, got out of the car and bowed slightly to Duan Jiuze.

Raising his wrist to check the time, Duan Jiuze shook his head: "I'll call you when I get home at 04:30 in the afternoon."

"Okay, boss."

Along the tall trees beside the street, Duan Jiuze casually walked in one direction under the shade of the trees. When he encountered a small shop selling notebooks, he stopped, chose a palm-sized notebook and bought it, tried it in his pocket , just right.

Duan Jiuze brought a notebook, ordered a cup of coffee at a coffee shop next to the company, chose a location with excellent lighting, took out his pen and newly bought notebook, and planned to write down all the information while he still remembered more. The clues are recorded.

In the simple and elegant coffee shop, there is a soothing and classic Mattinatta (InTheMorning).

The man was wearing a high-quality suit, holding a pure black pen in his right hand, and the cap was casually placed on the table, within easy reach.The man's clean and handsome face, at this moment, is frowning in thought.His deep and dark eyes, like an ancient well, were staring closely at a notebook pressed in his left hand.That notebook is small and ordinary, but in the eyes of the man, it seems extremely important.

"Yang Bowen, the teacher told you to go."

Like a hamster that was suddenly awakened, Yang Bowen raised his head slightly, took a quick look at the classmate who called him, then turned his head quickly, with some nostalgia, and finally glanced at Duan Jiuze, who hadn't noticed anything outside the window at all, and then lowered his head slightly. With his head down, he followed the person in front and moved on.

Duan Jiuze, who was sitting in the coffee shop, had no idea that the person he was looking for was just a glass window away from him.

What Duan Jiuze cared more about was whether he had finished writing all the clues.But he sat in the same place for a long time, thought about it from beginning to end, and didn't think of anything he missed.He simply moved his neck, put away his pen and notebook, and prepared to go home early.

The parents are still the familiar Wang Qin and Duan Zhongming, their relationship is just like what I knew at the beginning, there is no doubt about their love and affection.It's just that something happened to Duan Jiuze before, so the relationship has been rigid.

Duan Jiuze also has no intention of knowing the right and wrong of the past, and only treats people according to his own living habits.

The cold comes and the summer goes, and a year basically passes in the life of two points and one line.

In the silent late night, Duan Jiuze looked at the yellowish street lights outside the window, and doubted his own deduction more than once.

In the past year, Duan Jiuze has not waited for Yang Bowen to appear. He imagined that Yang Bowen should come to his company to work within this year, no matter what the position is.As long as Yang Bowen comes, Duan Jiuze will transfer Yang Bowen to his side, so that he can rest assured to pursue clues and have a chance to find clues.

But a whole year passed, and Duan Jiuze didn't meet Yang Bowen. He was wondering if his deduction was wrong. If Yang Bowen didn't exist, wouldn't it affect his own existence?

But if it doesn't affect it, how can the last world explain it?

Or, there is an influence, but this influence is not as big as I imagined?

"Da da da--"

The phone rang, temporarily interrupting Duan Jiuze's thinking.

"Boss, the original plan to go to the Children's Welfare Institute on the 9th may have to be changed to the 6th, which is tomorrow afternoon."

Duan Jiuze said a cold "hmm" and hung up the phone.

Basically, Duan Jiuze will do everything that should be done in the company, and all the responsibilities and obligations that "Duan Jiuze" should undertake, Duan Jiuze has done very well.

It's just that no matter how good it is, it can't change the fact that if Yang Bowen doesn't show up, there may be errors in Duan Jiuze's previous inferences.

The starless night shrouded the city, together with those who were sleeping in their dreams.

On the afternoon of the [-]th, Duan Jiuze arrived at the Children's Welfare Institute with others according to the changed itinerary.

Duan Jiuze's company has a charity show for celebrities, and all the proceeds are donated to the welfare home.The business community never does good deeds without leaving their names. Therefore, many journalists from the news media were also invited for this gift.

Duan Jiuze has never talked much, and the company naturally has dedicated personnel to deal with everything external. Duan Jiuze only needs to say a few words when necessary.

Getting rid of the staff and reporters in front, Duan Jiuze casually walked to the side of the rockery pavilion and sat down, habitually took out the notebook he carried with him, flipped through the clues in front and looked at it intentionally or unintentionally, and finally, stayed in the blank page, never turned.

"Yang Bowen, the teacher called you!"

Hearing the name Yang Bowen, Duan Jiuze suddenly raised his eyes to look around, but saw a shy boy in the corridor not far from the pavilion, holding a book, standing by the red pillar.Seeing Duan Jiuze look over, he ran into the classroom in a panic.

Duan Jiuze stood there, dazed for a while.

He really didn't expect that Yang Bowen's current appearance was actually an underage child! ?At this age, Duan Jiuze would not be able to wait for Yang Bowen to apply even if he waited in the company for a few more years.

Without hesitation, he walked towards the classroom.

Outside the classroom door, Duan Jiuze stood in the teacher's blind spot, watching the children in the classroom making handicrafts.

The children's ages are slightly different, and I don't know how they are divided.Many children seem to like to do handwork, all kinds of whimsical shapes, arbitrary color matching, just like letting their dreams fly in the field of thought.

Among them, Yang Bowen seemed too different.Among the lively thinkers, Yang Bowen just hugged a book tightly and huddled in a corner of the table.Yang Bowen also had a pile of materials in front of him, but he didn't use them.Seeing that he didn't do handicrafts, some younger children happily took his materials and left.Yang Bowen didn't refuse, didn't speak, just holding a book, staring blankly at the materials in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

The Yang Bowen Duan Jiuze met before were all cheerful, lively and active. Duan Jiuze was not used to seeing such an out-of-group Yang Bowen at first.

"Hello, who are you?"

The teacher walked around among the children, and when he turned around, he saw Duan Jiuze with focused eyes.She stepped forward and asked Duan Jiuze's identity in a polite tone.

Duan Jiuze didn't answer, but looked at Yang Bowen who was in a daze, and said softly, "Can I adopt that child?"

Although it was a question, Duan Jiuze's tone was no different from that of affirmation.

Although the female teacher didn't know the specific identity of Duan Jiuze, she could tell that the other party's clothes and demeanor were not ordinary people's.

After a few simple chats, the female teacher wanted to bring Yang Bowen out.

It's just that Duan Jiuze was one step faster than her. With long legs, he walked directly to Yang Bowen's side, took Yang Bowen's hand naturally, and led Yang Bowen away from the classroom without saying a word.

Yang Bowen was also quiet without any struggle, just staring blankly at Duan Jiuze's straight shoulders, letting Duan Jiuze pull him, holding the book by himself, and walking towards the outside step by step.