I swapped my life with me

Hao Tiantian: "Huh?"

Before little brother Hao could speak again, Boss Mu had already unilaterally announced to end the topic: "I don't want to talk anymore, I have to take a hot bath. There was a cool breeze all night yesterday, and it was so cold." Even after so long, He still felt cold all over, as if he had just crawled out of the refrigerator.

Hao Tiantian: "Okay, then you always wash slowly."

Hao Tiantian: "I'll be there in an hour, Brother Zhou will be about 10 minutes faster than me, Brother Rui will come with lunch, Boss, remember to open the door for us!"

Mu Xuesong replied "Understood", and the call was finally over.

After taking a shower, Mu Xuesong simply tidied up the apartment. He didn't find anything suspicious, so he had to forcefully suppress the small doubt in his heart for the time being.

After the three band members arrived one after another, the four of them had a lively meal of love cooked by Brother Rui. The lead singer Mu, who was fully comforted both physically and mentally, had already put all those weird thoughts behind her. up.

There is no way, friends who know Mu Xuesong know this master's character, to put it nicely, it can be called informal, but in fact he is just a free-spirited and carefree person.If you really encounter any difficult problem that you can't even figure out, Mu Xuesong will probably choose to give up directly, so as not to kill his precious brain cells.

Of course, the main reason was that the three teammates had been beating around the bush to test his tone—they all felt that the lead singer's strange behavior last night was either broken-hearted or unemployed.

At the same time, because the former is more explosive, this group of young people soon stopped caring about the accident during the performance. What they want to gossip at this time is: Is the lead singer Mu, who has been single for [-] years, really dating?Are you really broken in love?And is the lovelorn male or female, fat or thin, human or dog?

Interrupted by these guys, Mu Xuesong couldn't laugh or cry, and some thoughts that had been lingering in his mind before were quickly forgotten.

Life continues.

Travel, collect music, contribute articles, earn extra money, play games, make new friends, try new rock.

As for the strange "dream" of that night, it could only be regarded as a small episode in Mu Xuesong's life in the end, and did not cause much disturbance.

Until one evening two weeks later.

When the incident happened, Mu Xuesong was having dinner with three or five friends at the hotel.

This time the table is no longer the members of the Black Fire band, but a group of travel photographers who are also passionate and dreamy.

After Mu Xuesong left home, he joined some photographers' associations, both at home and abroad, and thus established contact with some colleagues who were more sympathetic.And these few people in front of them are part of them. They all share similar tastes, and they have a lot to talk about together.

The atmosphere was hot, and Mu Xuesong wanted to reach out for a cigarette, but his fingertips barely touched the coat on the back of the chair. An irresistible feeling of dizziness fell from the sky without warning, covering his entire body and head. .

The young man subconsciously shook his head, only to feel that all the things he saw suddenly split into four or five double images.

Mu Xuesong:? ? ?

Before he had time to express his emotions about the vision in front of him, he even pressed the word "uh" under his tongue, and the surrounding pictures suddenly dimmed.

At the same time, the voices of friends pushing cups and changing glasses, laughing and cursing suddenly became farther and farther away.

In an instant, Mu Xuesong seemed to have fallen into a mysterious realm.

Beside him are some translucent membranous objects, stretched wantonly, boundless, connecting the sky and the earth like a huge curtain, layer by layer, sticking the whole world together.

Those things floated back and forth in the air, and occasionally penetrated his body, and every time this happened, the nerves in the young man's brain would twitch violently, as if being pulled curiously by the "membrane", It seemed as if he caught the "eye" and observed it carefully.

Mu Xuesong wanted to yell, but he opened his mouth, but he couldn't hear any sound in his ears, only a soft "boo" from time to time when the film passed over his body.

It's not a good feeling.

He held his breath, curled up his fingers tightly, and the muscles of his whole body were ready to go, so as to resist the strong suffocation brought by those "membranes".

The darkness only lasted for two to three seconds, but in Mu Xuesong's eyes, it seemed that a long century had passed.

Then, the surrounding light suddenly changed.

The light returned to the world, and the chaotic voices from the outside enveloped him again. Mu Xuesong blinked, and his consciousness began to sink into his body again.

All the shaking ghosts return to their positions one by one.

In front of me was a dark coffee-colored tray with several cups of coffee and desserts on it, exuding a unique sweet smell of cream.

"Mu Xue, hurry up, the guests at table 7 are rushing!"

Someone pushed his shoulder, Mu Xuesong turned his head and saw a big boy with brown hair and brown eyes standing behind him.

Seeing him looking over, the other party quickly winked.

"This is what the customers on No. 7 ordered. Serve it quickly, don't be dazed." The brown-haired boy said in a low voice: "If the boss finds out that you haven't worked hard, he will definitely deduct all your tips for today, even if it's already gone It's past working hours."

"Okay, go and deliver the food! Come on!"

Mu Xuesong looked at him, and a series of question marks slowly appeared in his dull brain.

——What the hell, what's going on?

——Aren’t I spending money at a hotel with my friends?

——And those things just now, could it be that the plastic bag has become refined?

Mu Xuesong took a deep breath, his back was still tense, but he slowly loosened his curled fingers.

Although everything in front of him was very strange, Mu Xuesong had quickly adjusted his state.

With a calm expression, he glanced in the direction the boy was pointing at, saw the location of table No. [-], and walked over there with the plate in his hand.

As he walked, he also looked at the surrounding environment from the corner of his eye.

This is a European-style cafe with a classic decoration style. It can be seen that the tables, chairs and furnishings in the store have been around for a long time. There are no more than ten tables of guests sitting in the restaurant, and they deliberately lower their voices when talking, which undoubtedly makes people feel uncomfortable. The whole cafe seemed even more deserted.

Through the row of glass windows not far away that have been wiped extraordinarily bright, you can still see the same European-style shop fronts across the street, as well as a small red fire cloud hanging in the sky.

Mu Xuesong frowned and thought: He seems to have seen this architectural style somewhere before.

Thinking of this, the young man has steadily walked to table No. [-].

Really didn't know what to say, Mu Xuesong simply bent down and took out everything on the plate, not paying attention to the eager expressions of the three girls sitting at the table, he put the things away and put away the tray, then turned around neatly leave.

After returning to the counter, the brown-haired boy gave him a thumbs up: "The girls at table [-] like you very much, and the tip for this order must not be less than [-] kab, hehehe."

Mu Xuesong looked at the black waiter's uniform on his body, then looked down at his own: "I have three questions."

Boy: "What?"

Mu Xuesong put the tray on the counter, turned his face halfway, and looked back and forth at all the customers in the cafe.

He tore off the black tie tied around his neck, and then unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. He felt that his breathing was much easier, and then he continued: "The first question, is our job to serve the dishes, or is it our job? Cowherd?"

The boy who wore the same uniform as him coughed violently, and said with a blank face, "Mu Xue, what are you talking about? Aren't we just ordinary waiters?"

Mu Xuesong snorted: "Okay, this doesn't count, let's start over. My first question is, when do we leave work?"

"Uh, it's not certain, maybe 06:30, maybe eight o'clock." The boy returned to his previous state, he shrugged his shoulders, put his hands around his mouth, as if he was afraid of being heard by the boss, and said in a low voice : "Business is really not very good during this period of time. More than half of the rich people in the city have left. Otherwise, we might have to stay up until eleven o'clock in the evening."

After finishing speaking, he added as if complaining: "Oh, and no overtime pay, this is what I hate the most."

Mu Xuesong nodded: "Second question, if I want to leave early, who should I ask for leave?"

"Leaving early?" The boy scratched his face, not quite understanding: "Is there something urgent for you? If not, it's best not to do it, unless you don't want to do it here anymore."

"Yes, when I asked you to come to work, I made it very clear that working here requires frequent overtime. If you can't adapt, pack up and leave."

Mu Xuesong and the brown-haired boy turned their heads at the same time, looking at the small door behind the counter.

A middle-aged man in a brown trench coat came out from behind the door. He was very short, with half bald hair, and his appearance was a bit mean and acerbic in the Grandet style.

And when he speaks to his own employees, this superior posture is particularly obvious.

At this time, the boss came over aggressively, staring at the two young waiters in front of him who were two heads taller than him with a look of disapproval.

He reprimanded severely: "Mo Lei, don't hang around here. If you have nothing to do, go help Nini and the others to distribute leaflets outside!"

The brown-haired boy immediately frowned when he heard the words, but he didn't say no, he just took the thick stack of leaflets in the boss's hand with bitterness, and shuffled towards the door of the cafe.

Mu Xuesong and the owner of the cafe watched him push the door out. The latter looked slightly satisfied, and pointed to another stack of thicker flyers on the counter: "This is your share. Here, move faster , You are not allowed to leave work until you send it out.”

Mu Xuesong didn't even look at the leaflet.

The young man put one hand in his trouser pocket, and played with the black tie with the other. His gesture was so reckless that the boss, who was originally upright, was taken aback for a moment, and his aura quickly lost half.