not sad planet

If time can be turned back, Liang Shu doesn't want to go back to the time when he and Yu Ling first met, because their first meeting was really not a good one.

The once-in-a-century thunderstorm, lightning and thunder outside the window, and overwhelming rain for several days in a row, almost all flights were delayed or cancelled.

Liang Shu was working as a ground handler at the airport and had been working continuously for ten hours.

When he first came here to look for a job, Liang Shu repeatedly hit the wall, and finally saw a local airline recruiting ground service personnel on the recruitment website by chance, and tried to submit his resume.After several rounds of interviews and all kinds of messy training, I got on the job.

The threshold of the airport ground staff is low, and the treatment is also low.Liang Shu has no academic qualifications and can only work at the grassroots level.At first, he went to the luggage department, doing physical work such as luggage sorting and handling. Later, the supervisor saw that he was sweet-talking, could endure hardships, and had a good image, so he was transferred to the front field and transferred to the service department.

The service department does hard work. Whenever a flight is delayed, they have to work overtime all night and run back and forth throughout the lobby. Not only that, they also have to bear endless dissatisfaction, complaints and even abuse from passengers.

After ten o'clock in the evening, the rain lightened a little, and the plane that had been circling over the city for nearly an hour finally landed.

Liang Shu had just assisted an unaccompanied elderly person to board the plane, and without a moment's respite, he hurried back to the service hall, and it was time to change shifts with his colleagues at the service desk.

The colleagues in front of the service desk have also worked for a long time and are already exhausted by now.

After experiencing the panic of not being able to land in bad weather or the anxiety of staying at the airport for a long time, most passengers are in a bad mood. When consulting at the service desk, it is common to have a bad attitude and yelling.

After a lot of experience, I got used to it. The two female colleagues answered their questions patiently with strong smiles on their faces.

"Xiao Jia, the shift has changed."

Seeing Liang Shu approaching, Xiao Jia's state changed from unloved to excited: "You're here, I'm exhausted!" She whispered.

"Thank you." Liang Shu smiled and handed over shifts to her.

As soon as he stood still, some passengers came to ask if there was free wheelchair service at the airport.Liang Shu led the passengers to the wheelchair-only area, where they were guided by dedicated colleagues.

"Hello."

After a short period of silence, a clear male voice sounded in my ear.

"Where can I adjust the monitoring? I lost something."

The man's voice was slightly tired. Although he lost something, he didn't appear impatient or angry, but calm and polite.

Liang Shu had just returned to the service desk, and couldn't help but glanced at the owner of the voice.

Female colleagues are generally not short, and the high heels they wear are usually five or six centimeters in length, and they are taller than many men in front of the service desk.

But the man in front of him was exceptionally tall, wearing a lead gray long trench coat, which made his figure thin and lonely.

"Hello, there is no authority to check and monitor personal lost items. You can go to the lost and found counter over there and ask if there are any of your things." The colleague replied.

Flights were delayed or cancelled, many passengers were stranded in the airport lobby, people came and went, his things were most likely picked up by someone.

"I asked, no."

The colleague asked again: "What did you lose? If it is a valuable item, you can report it to the police first, and after the case is filed, the public security organ will monitor it."

"A notebook."

It's just a notebook, it's really not a valuable item, and it doesn't seem to be worth the trouble.The colleague was a little embarrassed, and suggested: "Why don't you look for it again? Maybe it's lost somewhere."

The man was silent for a moment.

"Thank you." He lowered his head and said flatly, "Forget it, it's not very important."

Seeing his eyelashes drooping and a shadow cast on his eyelids, Liang Shu felt that this book might be very important to him, so he said in a strange way: "Let's look for it again."

"Where did you find the thing missing? Look around." He walked out of the service desk.

"I'll help you find it together."

The man looked up at him with gloomy and deep eyes.

"It's troublesome."

"What's your notebook like?" Liang Shu asked him.

"A4 size, brown paper coil book."

He put the notebook in the interlayer outside the computer bag, went to the convenience store to buy a bottle of water, and found that the notebook was gone when he came back.

The computer in the bag was not lost, indicating that the person who took the notebook might not be looking for money.

"Let's find each other separately."

Liang Shu ran for most of the hall, and finally found Yu Ling's lost notebook from a little boy.

The little boy was about four or five years old. He was wearing a milky white sweater and looked very well-behaved.When Liang Shu noticed him, he was sitting alone on the seat opposite the bathroom, holding a notebook in his hand, and a large red suitcase was placed beside him.

It was exactly as described by the man. It was a simple kraft paper coil book with colorful graffiti on the cover, and Liang Shu couldn't tell what was painted on it from a little distance away.

The little boy was shaking his legs boredly, holding the notebook tightly in his arms.

Liang Shu walked over, "Little friend, is this your notebook?"

The boy raised his head, and before he could speak, his eyes shifted to another place, and he shouted crisply: "Mom!"

Liang Shu followed his gaze and saw a young woman with long curly hair walking not far away.

She looked suspiciously at Liang Shu who was wearing a dark blue uniform: "Hello...what's the matter?"

Liang Shu pointed to the notebook in the boy's hand.

Only then did the woman realize that her son had taken something from someone else, and her expression changed: "Tian Tian, ​​what are you holding in your hand?"

She went to the bathroom just now, leaving Tian Tian alone in her seat to wait.

Tiantian waited very anxiously, and wandered around the neighborhood without listening to his mother's instructions to keep him from walking around.

As I walked, I saw a bag on the chair next to it, and the fancy cover of the book was exposed from the interlayer.He was immediately attracted, and saw that there was no one around, so he took it to look at it curiously, and when he was about to put it back after reading it, he found that the bag was missing.

He had no choice but to go back to the original place with the notebook in his arms, and wanted to wait for his mother to come out before sending it to the lost and found office.

The boy felt that he had done something wrong, and he hesitated to explain, as if he was about to cry because of his grievance.

"I'm so sorry." The woman was very guilty, apologized to Liang Shu repeatedly, and returned the notebook to him.

After finishing speaking, he knelt down and looked at the boy, with a serious tone: "Did Mommy teach you? You can't take other people's things without permission. It's very impolite."

Knowing that the book contained hand-painted comics, Liang Shu was also a little curious and couldn't help but open the book.Turning the page, what comes into view is the storyboard of the comics.

The painting style is very visual, and the characters inside are also familiar.

Liang Shu stared at the book blankly for a long time, and was really shocked. Isn't this "The End of the World 2094"? !

When he was in high school, he followed this comic, the theme of the end of the world, the typical flow of leveling up and fighting monsters.

Due to the exquisite painting style, well-controlled sense of plot rhythm, and many cool points, Liang Shu was obsessed with chasing it for a while.

Later, I don’t know why, this manga was discontinued for a long time, but when it was updated again, it surprised readers.The level dropped precipitously, the plot routines, and the style of painting became perfunctory. Compared with before, it looked like it was drawn by two people.

Many readers clamored to send blades to the main writer in the comment area, and Liang Shu was no exception. He left a thousand-word comment on abandoned manga, and angrily removed this manga from the favorites.

At that time, he was really naive, full of emotions and excess self-awareness.Later, life taught him that there is no need to care too much about his own feelings, so he became a ruthless reader and stopped following serials.

Liang Shu walked back with the notebook, saw the tall and thin figure, and raised the notebook in his hand towards him.

"Thank you." The man walked towards him, took the notebook, looked at him with a slight smile, and looked serious.

"you are welcome."

Liang Shu glanced at the notebook in his hand, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and asked cautiously, "Are you deoxyribose?"

"..."

Seeing that he was silent, Liang Shu spoke again: "I chased "Doomsday 2094" before."

"..."

The air froze instantly.

The man was obviously taken aback, and when he spoke again, he replied with a stiff tone: "I'm not."

From Liang Shu's point of view, this was a sign of guilt, and now he was even more sure.

"Haha, I understand," Liang Shu said with a clear face, "Don't worry, I'm a rational reader, and I won't send you blades."

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Yu Ling: The black history has been discovered, and it is dangerous