When the law of conservation of isolation is broken

At four o'clock in the morning, they returned to the company. There was no one in the company. The lonely skyscraper outside the window was like the only glass ball bouncing on the empty ground, and even the elevator only operated one row.Zhang Luotuo was going to eat at the restaurant on the 29th floor. He pressed the value to the 29th floor in the elevator, and asked Qiao De, "What do you eat?" After asking, he remembered that Qiao De never ate in the company's restaurant.

"Sorry." He said quickly, "Are you on the 76th floor?" The management department, he knew, he could let Joad go upstairs first.

Joad glanced at the elevator entrance indifferently: "Floor 29." He said, avoiding Zhang Luotuo's surprised gaze.

The elevator arrived at the 29th floor, and the familiar imitation man bowed to the visitors day and night.

"Welcome," they said.Zhang Luotuo stepped out of the elevator, looked back, and waited for Qiao De to come out and go to the restaurant with him.But Joad just nodded at him and didn't take a step.

Zhang Luotuo asked in confusion, "Aren't you coming?"

Joad didn't answer, just shook his head, and he pressed a button on the elevator.

"Floor 76." The female voice of the floor indicated in the elevator sounded.Then his face disappeared between the silver elevators.

Zhang Luotuo looked at this scene strangely, and after a few seconds, he finally understood.

"Jord..." he said dryly, trying to say something to Joad.But the elevator was completely closed, and he was the only one standing there on the 29th floor, together with the lone imitator. They didn't understand what happened, tilted their heads, and said stubbornly to Zhang Luotuo, "Welcome."

In the evening they went to a Chinese restaurant in Nanping. Zhang Camel made an appointment with Qiao De. He flew to him at noon. He didn't expect that Qiao De agreed in a short while.Each seat in the restaurant is separated by black glass, and neighbors cannot hear each other.The imitation person gave them Xiaolongbao.They chatted about some topics casually, and idled because of boredom.

While drinking a drink, Zhang Luotuo suddenly remembered that Qiao De had always been with people from the management department at night, and went to the western restaurant or Japanese restaurant in Jiulongpo to eat.But this time Joad agreed to his invitation.He suddenly raised his head, stopped drinking water, swirled the cup, and put his lips on it: "By the way, won't eating with me delay your and Zhao Yi's trip?" He asked anxiously.

Joad moved his eyes away from Zhang Luotuo's water glass, he poked the steamed bun reluctantly, avoiding Zhang Luotuo's sight: "I told them that I have to work overtime." His tone was light.

Lonely music was flowing above their heads, and the sound of chopsticks and knives and forks was softly ringing. Zhang Luotuo looked at Qiao De. In this floating sound, he heard something changing, like a wandering spaceship deviated from the track , though he wasn't sure what that was.

But in short, the relationship between him and Joad began to change, like the eye of an uncertain storm.

On Thursday, they met again at dusk and went to Shapingba for dinner. After the meal, Joad took him to shuttle through the streets, and entered those old antique record stores that Zhang Camel had never heard of, looking through various past records and movie materials. Joad listened and commented, and he impatiently marked some as "garbage". Seeing this, Zhang Luotuo shared an earphone with him. Joad lowered his head to listen, without saying a word, facing the blue screen, like is immersed in the sea.Most of the time they argue, but once in a while, they accidentally discover some similarities in them, like they both have some love for old world music and things related to the old world.

For this reason, Zhang Camel went to Joad's house again, and he watched the world map that Joad had promised to lend him. Its corners have faded, and the blue of the earth has been tortured by the doomsday to gray-cyan. In some places, The labeling has been blurred, and "Tokyo" looks like "East Exit".Joad's gray eyes stayed on the map, occasionally answering the camel's question, like where are the "Cape of Good Hope" and the "Caribbean Sea", and more often they sat on the ground, silently reading those long-lost longitudes and latitudes and small Island name.

They began to communicate and rub more, to drill down on certain issues, such as the stars.They went to the old man's record store again. Under the enthusiastic greeting of the imitators, they went straight through the rich dance floor and the noisy crowd to the lounge at the back. They ordered a cup of coffee each and looked up at the ceiling full of lights. Jod Because of the flickering lights in his gray eyes, he explained astronomy and the stars to Zhang Luotuo. Zhang Luotuo could half understand them. The names of those stars were hard to pronounce and esoteric for him, but he was very interested.

"If I were to pick a favorite planet in the universe, my favorite planet would be Mars." Joad said thoughtfully, "It's very beautiful, and it exudes a different brilliance in the entire galaxy."

"You say that as if you saw it with your own eyes." Zhang Luotuo teased him.But he likes Joad talking about Mars, even though he didn't know much about the planet before, or even heard the name.Because Joad's eyes sparkled when he said it, which was very different from his usual look.

On the way to the bathroom, Zhang Luotuo ran into Lulu. She had just finished dancing, her hair was wet with sweat, and she was holding a cigarette in her teeth inlaid with red agate.

"You're here again." She said, grabbing his hand, "I must have met someone I like here, go ahead, enjoy yourself while you're there." She laughed, obviously drunk, and got into it all at once. Crowd in the jungle.

Gradually, they became more acquainted, and Qiao De would occasionally meet him reluctantly at Zhang Luotuo's house.He sat on the sofa and stared at each other with Mao Mao, but finally let Mao Mao twist her pink body on his belly.Joad listened to its breathing stiffly, and stroked its chin with his fingers unnaturally.At this time, Zhang Luotuo walked in, and Qiao De immediately stretched out his hand, his ears were red, and pretended to be looking for some remote control.But he was betrayed by the merry jingle of bells in Momo's throat, which he only uttered when he was happy.

Most of the time, they will communicate by phone, because sometimes the company is busy, and they will not see each other for a long time, or even forget each other.At times like this, they call each other up when they think about it, even though they don't talk much and fight a lot.They chatted casually, occasionally arguing over a certain issue, and no one was convinced.When Maomao heard Joad's voice, he leaned over and lay in Zhang Camel's ear, voicing for Zhang Camel, and kept making birdsong. Every time Joad heard Maomao's words, his voice would become dry and unnatural. .

Sometimes they have nothing to say, so they keep silent, each occupying one end of the phone, breathing is everything, Zhang Luotuo holds the design drawings or repair tools, let Mao Mao lie on his belly, and falls into a drowsiness amidst the hypnotic sound of the rain.Occasionally, Joad would play Teresa Teng's records, and her voice and electricity formed a rope on the phone. English, Japanese, Chinese, these pure languages ​​were condensed together, and she sang them like poems.Zhang Luotuo felt that they were like two people parasitic on the Internet, listening to each other's waves.At this time, even the crazy R-63 micro-drone outside the window can't disturb Zhang Luotuo. As a trial product made by the company for the government, it often hovers in the sky around Zhang Luotuo, experimenting with the ability to collect data and information. Endless.

Gradually, step by step, within a month, they became like friends.But their relationship was still underground, Zhang Luotuo didn't tell others, including Zheng Zheng, he didn't know what Zheng Zheng would think, Zheng Zheng didn't like Qiao De, he knew, and it was difficult to explain how they met.As for Qiao De, Zhang Luotuo guessed that Qiao De didn't want to let the people in the management department know that he had a friendly relationship with people in other departments. This was their social law.In the company, they maintain the status quo and pretend that they don't know each other.

Several times Zhang Luotuo always felt that others had noticed it, but it was more like an illusion.It was some time ago, when he was still struggling to repair toys, especially that toy—the one whose owner claimed to have no love.He checked the rest of the parts, only to find that the toy was indeed intact and there was nothing wrong with it.

He loaded the toy with the drone, told it to transport the toy back to the guest, and attached a note: sure there is no problem.But a few days later, the toy was sent back again. On the white card, black letters were darkened, and the tone became more irritable: I need love!It has no love!Zhang Luotuo had no choice but to keep it, wondering what "love" is.

After thinking over and over again, he went to the communications department, hoping to get the customer's phone number and communicate directly with the customer about the problem, because drones usually hide the address to protect the customer's privacy.After listening to his request, the person in charge with smooth combed hair looked at Zhang Luotuo suspiciously through the glasses, as if thinking that Zhang Luotuo was a fraudster.He was indifferent to Zhang Luotuo's request.

"No, there are no rules to allow it." He said coldly, his back bent from watching the computer for a long time, like a curled up beetle.

It was in this stalemate atmosphere that Qiao De and Zhao Yi walked in and saw this scene.They come here every Wednesday to issue tasks to the head of the communications department, public relations or new releases.

"What's going on?" Jord asked the person in charge impatiently, as if he strayed into the scene of a traffic accident, his gray eyes glanced at Zhang Luotuo inadvertently.

The person in charge hurriedly stood up and stammered to explain the situation to him.After Qiao De listened, he said to him coldly: "Then ask him to send you the questions he wants to ask by text message, and then you call the customer to ask, next time you encounter such a thing, solve it quickly, and report to me now." Business situation." His tone seemed to be blaming the person in charge and Zhang Luotuo for delaying his report, but Zhang Luotuo knew that he had helped him.Zhang Luotuo was allowed to send a text message.

Qiao De and Zhao Yi walked to the computer and began to issue tasks.Zhang Luotuo looked back when he left, the person in charge was pointing at the computer screen, Zhao Yi and Qiao De were beside him listening to his report.They seemed to be discussing the production of the imitation man, unaware of his departure.

Zhang Luotuo pressed the upward button of the elevator.He didn't look back, but the glass next to him reflected the Communication Department behind him.He stared at the glass unconsciously, the person in charge in the glass was elongated and distorted, his waist was bent like an abstract painting, Joad was looking at the computer, and the computer screen looked like royal blue ice under the reflection Needle.And not far from them, Zhao Yi, who had been silent since the very beginning, folded his hands and stared at Joad, the metal on the black jacket was shining.Then her eyes went straight through the barrier and looked towards Zhang Luotuo, her white face was blurred on the glass, as if she was doubting and thinking meaninglessly.

Zhang Luotuo's heart skipped a beat, and a strange feeling slowly poured into him.

After the elevator door opened, Zhang Luotuo walked in and pressed the 48th floor pretending to be calm.He raised his head, and his eyes met the interior of the Communications Department.The scrutiny just now didn't seem to exist, everything was just an illusion——Zhao Yi lowered his head, his golden nose ring dangling, and reprimanded the person in charge as domineeringly as before, and didn't look at him.

But no matter how other people may be Zhang Luotuo's illusion, he is sure that Zheng Zheng must know something.She has always had a keen sense of smell, and has a vague sense of omens for everything.During the lunch break on Friday, in the restaurant, she bit a piece of bread, squinted her eyes and asked Zhang Luotuo, "Have you made any new friends recently?"

Zhang Luotuo picked up a glass of tomato juice unnaturally: "What? No." He tried his best to survive under Zheng Zheng's sight.

Zheng Zhengchao leaned back on the chair, and she looked at Zhang Luotuo suspiciously: "Really? You haven't been quite right recently."

Zhang Luotuo watched his toes dragging on the ground: "It's really nothing." He pretended to say calmly.

Zheng Zheng narrowed her eyes, as if she was sniffing something in the air, after ten seconds, she finally looked away, slowed down her tone, and yawned: "Forget it, tell me the day you want to talk " Then she changed the subject, "I have a ticket for Li Xiangxiang's concert, and I can't go because of something, do you want to go see it?"

Zhang Luotuo was relieved because she changed the subject, and he quickly followed up the topic pretending to be curious: "Li Xiangxiang?"

He took the tickets from Zheng Zheng.It was a piece of gleaming blue paper with a serial number flashing in the corner.Zhang Luotuo's gaze stayed in the middle of the paper.There are big seat numbers on it.There are 5 seats in the fifth row.Then the words disappeared, and Li Xiangxiang's eyes appeared on the paper, pure black, like a city without the Internet—"Li Xiangxiang's fourth concert tour, a virtual idol, giving you the best experience." It was written on the back.

"Aren't you going?" Zhang Luotuo turned it over and asked strangely.Zheng Zheng is the kind of person who likes to follow trends, and she knows all about those stars.

Zheng Zheng shook her head, she took a bite of the sandwich, and the dark circles under her eyes were clearly visible where she had drawn the eyeliner: "You go, I recently..." She said, suddenly interrupted her words, as if the machine was half running and the power was cut off , into deep thought.

Zhang Luotuo hesitated for a while, and had to tap on the table lightly to remind her: "Zheng Zheng...Zheng Zheng?"

She raised her head, as if waking up from a dream: "What?" It seemed that she had completely forgotten what she had just said.

Zhang Luotuo found it strange that Zheng Zheng was rarely like this, she was always full of energy.Since the last time she worked overtime, she has been a little listless: "You said you were not going, and then suddenly stopped talking."

Zheng Zheng nodded, this time she seemed to have come back to her senses, cheered up: "Yes, I'm done talking." She took a sip of tomato juice, "Recently I have too many things to do, I have worked too much overtime, and I don't have the energy to go .And Li Xiangxiang..." She hesitated for a moment, as if she was looking for some words.The imitators walked past her, she glanced at them, the shadow of the lighting flashed over her head, her expression was vague for a moment, "I don't really want to go." Her tone suddenly became nonchalant, "I It was boring enough to watch Li Xiangxiang when imitating the human body."

Li Xiangxiang was created by Zheng Zheng's fake human department, and Zheng Zheng was responsible for Li Xiangxiang's thinking training.Zhang Luotuo knew this. Some time ago, Zheng Zheng kept working overtime, even on weekends. At that time, even if she saw the imitation people in the restaurant, she would feel a headache.He said sympathetically, "You must have lost a lot of fun working in the Mocking Department."

Zheng Zheng fiddled with the earrings, they were a pair of newly bought ones, they were very beautiful.She agreed: "Then are you going?" She pointed to the ticket, her eyes twinkling like a cat.

Zhang Luotuo shook it in the air.The thin paper, the ever-changing light, Li Xiangxiang's black eyes and her smile revealed from time to time, have a mysterious East Asian atmosphere.

"...The concert is on Sunday." Zhang Luotuo thought for a while, he seemed to have nothing to do this Sunday, and he hadn't played with Maomao for a long time, and Maomao was alone these few weeks, "I have time, I can go, With Mao Mao." He said hesitantly.

"...Wow, then I'll give it to you." Zheng Zheng laughed and raised his shoulders towards Zhang Luotuo.Her whole body hangs down and relaxes a lot.Zhang Luotuo took a bite of the food, feeling vaguely strange in his heart.Zheng Zheng seemed relieved by his promise.and.Zhang Luotuo thought.I looked at the beautiful tickets in my hand.

Zheng Zheng's attitude towards this ticket seemed to be evasive, as if he wished to avoid it.