REMIX

Probably because the environment was too comfortable, my reaction was delayed for two seconds as if there was a malfunction. I blinked, lowered my head and looked at the phone again, only to belatedly realize that no one answered the phone.

Seems like the first time ever.

When he gave me this call before, he said that there are no more than ten people who know this number, and they are all confidantes to him, but to me, I have not been unable to get through so far, and I have a kind of peace of mind regardless of the weather.

He even picked it up once and said to me heartily, "Baby, wait a minute, I'm killing people here"...

So the probability of such a loss happening is extremely low.

I stared at the collapsed Huoshaoyun in a trance for a while, then sat up straight, and seemed to calmly dial Zhou Jingyang's number.

It still doesn't work.

I just felt something was wrong.

After all, compared to the willful and reckless Gong Junye, Zhou Jingyang is a million times more reliable. As a right-hand assistant, his work requires him to be cautious and nuanced. To put it bluntly, I expect him to be more serious than Gong Jun Night, but now it is still empty.

What happened over there?

I restrained myself and waited for 10 minutes to call again, but the result was not as good as I thought.

Standing up, I stepped on the wooden floor in the porch to make a series of numbing muffled sounds. It was overcast later in the day, the temperature dropped, and the salty cool wind near the sea felt a little uncomfortably cold to my body , I couldn't help shivering a bit, a thin layer of fine hair stood up on my arms.

— There may be no better way.

In other words, the time I lose won't make up for it when I find other ways, and the last thing I want to do right now is do nothing.

When I turned my head and took a few steps back into the room, I made another phone call. Looking at the screen that showed no answer, I stopped the president who hadn’t left yet, and said, please tell our president for me, I’m afraid I might as well it's time to go.

This senior who was a few years older than me was sitting in the public area of ​​the hostel with his laptop on his chin, watching a video. He pressed a pause with his fingers, and raised his glasses, "What's wrong?"

"I'm a little worried that I can't contact my family."

"Maybe I'm busy, call me later?"

Seeing me shaking my head, he put on the slippers under the table and followed me up the stairs a few steps, "Don't worry, Xia Xi... nothing will happen, let us know when we get back!"

"what."

I pushed the door open and entered the dormitory, pulled my backpack and swept my things in, and booked a train ticket online that was the closest to the current time. The express train only runs this time every day. It takes more than two hours, and I arrive home at eight in the evening. point.

Still no one from Gong Junye answered me.

It seems a bit of a big deal to say that I am worried. When no one can’t get through the phone, Xia Jie sometimes doesn’t answer the phone because she can’t get away from it. This is especially true in the service industry. In the beginning, I complained from time to time, but then I gradually cooperated with her... But no one makes me more uneasy than Gong Junye.

Because he completely isolated me from the "other world", I once forgot that a person like him may encounter danger anytime, anywhere.

When something happened, he would only tell me "I'm leaving" and "What time will I be back", but he never said "What are you going to do".He has always kept his promises and is used to reservations, so I never have any doubts about the reasons for his decision.Maybe I also subconsciously think that I can't help him with my own strength--just don't add to the chaos with self-righteousness.

There was a traffic jam in the city after 10:[-], and there was no subway in the area. The taxi got stuck on the impenetrable road for [-] minutes. Seeing that I was in a hurry, the driver opened the door for me on the road and let me run.I ran for a whole street, and when I got to the waiting hall, I was just in time for the ticket check.

There are not many people on the night train, and the compartment is relatively cleaner than the green leather car. I sat under the thin white light with my bag in my arms, and my eyes crossed with the middle-aged man next to him. There's black dirt all over the place, bad eyes, and me too.I was so sweaty from running that I fell asleep as soon as I sat down. I closed my eyes, but the incoherent sleep was interrupted by three station announcements. together.People gathered in the car, the temperature was higher than outside, I was so troubled by my mind, my body was hot and cold, and some horrible fantasies that were completely divorced from reality came out and were suppressed by me. Fire, impatient but there is no other way.

Just as I was pinching my watch to rejoice that the end of the day was coming, Zhou Jingyang called me back.

I read the name on the caller ID several times, and my hands trembled when I got connected, and I quickly stabilized, but at that moment, I felt as if the bones supporting my body had been torn apart by brute force.

It was as if a weak soul passed through my body. I took a deep breath and said calmly, "Hello?"

"Baby?"

I was caught in the crowd out of the station and slowed down unconsciously. A torrent of noise was running beside me. My shoulders suddenly collapsed. I stared at the ground aimlessly for a while. On the wall with small advertisements on the side of the tunnel.

The wind poured in rudely from outside the gate, carrying the choking smell of smoke and gasoline.The exit was crowded with pick-up people, all of them stood on tiptoes and stretched their necks to look around in the crowd. I had no one to look for, so I slipped out.

He asked me: "What's wrong?"

I said it's okay, it's okay.

Maybe it was thirst, I choked up in the middle of my speech, and the tone of the whole sentence sounded very strange, coupled with the noise around me, mixed with the yelling of black cars outside the train station, he couldn't possibly notice less than. "Where are you?"

I got bumped by someone behind me and said, "Oh, I, uh, just got back from a trip that ended early. Just got off the train."

Hearing his voice, I stood stupidly by the side of the road, as if I suddenly didn't know what to do.

But I still have a sense of relief, recalling the specious dream I had when I was taking a nap in the car.

What am I doing running back?

"Baby," he sighed, his voice softly magnetized by the current, "lie to me."

I did not refute.

Even wanted him to know.

"Ah." He said, and at the same time, there were whispering voices and commotions from the other end, and he gradually moved away from the center, as if he had walked a long way away, "Can you explain to me?"

"Give."

"Then wait for me where I am."

"it is good."

So I went to the convenience store and bought a bottle of soda that was not very cold, and stood under the steps to wait for him.

The street lamp dragged my shadow and did not let go. Two wild cats on the other side of the road raised their tails and turned over the trash can.I laughed.

So fucking sick.