When the law of conservation of isolation is broken

The orgy at the office went on for a long time that day, and it took half an hour to catch the penguin.And Zhang Luotuo stayed in the corridor until the security department took the penguin away.The penguin's fur was smashed, and a layer of green wires was exposed under the fur. It is a machine after all.It may be a parts dispersion factory to meet it.The crowd gradually dispersed, and the excitement was replaced by complaints. "I'm going to meet friends in the plaza." A girl wearing shiny blue eye shadow and a leather jacket came out of the office.Hallways without Joad are no longer scary.She walked in, lifted her foot, and stepped on it again. The photos scattered on the ground were hit by her cock, and she didn't even look back, she stepped straight into the loyally running elevator.

When Zhang Luotuo returned to the corridor, the photos had already been stepped on by many people, and they stuck to the ground, looking dragged and dirty.Everyone has left, and there is no one in the corridor.Zhang Camel stopped to look at the photos.He thought of Joad's look.Zhang Luotuo didn't know the reason for looking at these photos.Maybe it's because of curiosity about Joad's actions, or maybe it's out of some kind of weird mentality that is not easy to detect.He looked at them, but couldn't see much, most of the photos were blurred, crayon, mud, high-heel marks, chewing gum residue, it was overflowing.

Zhang Luotuo stretched out his hand and picked up one of them.It was someone's hair, but it was shredded, showing only a few pixels of gray.He put the picture down, sighed, and headed for the toilet, like so many others.

When he came out of the toilet, the pictures were still lying on the floor, like cigarette residue, and he looked down at them, they were abandoned here, with nowhere to go, but it wouldn't be long, the next morning at six o'clock There will be cleaning robots to clean them up, rolling them into the maw of the machine.

This is their end, Zhang Luotuo understood.With an indescribable feeling, he squatted down, picked up a piece to measure, it trembled in his hand, this piece was torn too thin.

He put it back in place, stood up, and outside the window, a spaceship flew past ten centimeters from the tip of his nose, probably a drunk man was driving the spaceship.

It was playing a sad song: Home, my sweet home... an old song from the twentieth century, Zhang Luotuo listened for a while, until it disappeared into the mist.

He returned to the office, sighed, and stopped at the door for a while, as if he didn't know where to go, but he didn't hesitate for long, he walked to his seat, and took out the robot pet talker from his backpack—it was the same as the machine. Only for pet communication, the owner can directly contact the robot pet and walk to the window.

The sky turned from light gray to dark gray, and it was eight o'clock at night.The spaceships in the sky became scattered. In the middle of the night, a cheap hotel in the distance began to project images. A girl and a boy were wearing naked kimonos, an obvious hint. "Please come here..." They said in Japanese.Then the language is switched to English and Chinese.

Zhang Luotuo knew that the hotels provided were not real people, but imitation people, not that he had been there himself, but just heard about it.

He made up his mind, lowered his head, and pressed the red button of the robotic pet talker. There was a "beep", and there was a noise from the receiver of the talker, followed by birdsong.He said to the receiver: "Maomao, I'll come back later to install the battery with you, and then help me look after the house." Two birds chirping came from the microphone, expressing his agreement.Zhang Luotuo hung up the phone, then went to the table, took out gloves, chemicals, electronic equipment and a bag, he put on the gloves and took the bag.

He decided.

He returned to the corridor again, and the photos were all over the floor, because they were stepped on many times and clinging to the floor, as if they were integrated with it.He picked one up and put it in his pocket.He put the pictures in his pocket piece by piece, so that the gloves were stained with chewing gum residue.

Joad was a jerk, he deserved it, but...but what?Zhang Luotuo didn't know, he remembered Joad's expression before he left, and the photos fell on the ground, everyone swaggered past them on Friday night as if ignoring them.He thought he might be able to do something.

He fixes things, including torn, smeared and trampled photos.Repairing things has almost become an instinct of Zhang Luotuo.He picked up the last photo as he thought about it. There was a pair of eyes in the photo, Zhang Camel paused, those gray eyes that looked like Joad.

Zhang Luotuo didn't smoke, but he drank. He took a can of beer from the storage cabinet and opened it, the "Chongqing City" brand. It tasted like a forest, although Zhang Luotuo had never seen a forest.He loves this one.He put it by the table, ready for photo restoration.Lights, electronics, superglue, stain remover, nineteen pieces of photographs, he had it all ready.It seems that he must work overtime tonight.He picked up the mini pliers and started with the simplest chewing gum.

Take up to five hours.he thinks.

He estimated very well, and when the last photo was spliced, it had just passed four hours and 58 minutes.He looked at the photo with satisfaction. It looked brand new, as if it had just been taken.It wasn't the stains that were hard to fix, it was the black crayons that were painted on, and they were as tough as the administration.It's funny whoever made a spoof of this picture, he painted the heads of two people as octopuses, which is actually pretty good, very similar.Zhang Luotuo felt a little reluctant when he got rid of it.But now the octopuses are swimming back underground, and the faces in the photos are smooth and beautiful.They look sparkly under the lights.

After restoration, Zhang Luotuo discovered that this was a group photo of two people, one is a child and the other is a middle-aged man in his 30s.The kid looked a lot like Joad, about eight or nine years old. He was wearing a white sweater, holding a butterfly specimen, and a middle-aged man was hugging him. The man had a black beard and a ring on his fat hand.They seemed very close, and even the arrogance of a child was tinged with tenderness.

Zhang Luotuo took a sip of the beer and decided to let it sit alone on the table for a while while he took a nap.He closed his eyes, buried his head in his shoulders, heard the faint flow of air, and the lone spaceship swished past like a comet drawn in a book, and then he entered the sleep vortex, he did not dream, and slept very Stable, for a while it felt dark, sweet and quiet, but after a period of silence, something creaked, stealing his dreams like a mechanical mouse.

He rolled over and muttered twice, trying to scare the mouse away, but it didn't work, the noise grew louder and closer, and he felt uneasy.Then he opened his eyes, startled, but heard nothing.

Just your own breath and the other person's breath.

Joad stood at his desk, his back to the door, in a silver-gray suit.

Joad noticed that he was awake, glanced down, and looked at him, Zhang Luotuo smelled a forest smell after being drenched in the rain, Joad's hair looked wet, as if he had soaked in a swimming pool.Zhang Luotuo couldn't help but backed away, but Qiao De looked away quickly.His gaze passed him, resting on the table.The light on the table was strong, and a white light was reflected from the photo. Joad stared at the photo with a strange expression.

Zhang Luotuo quickly realized that his mouth was dry and he shouldn't be drinking that can of beer: "I repaired it." He explained, "Photographs are rare now."

Joad's eyes were even more strange, and he picked up the photo.The photo is now intact, with a snow-white back and colorful portraits, full of nostalgic colors like Polaroid.Photos, the ultimate product of the [-]th century, have become dispensable after the arrival of the intelligent age.Everyone's data exists in the information database, and everything is available.The ancient objects that were scattered in the corridor like butterfly phosphor pieces now look fine, as if they have never been torn apart, let alone painted with crayons.

Joad stared at the photo for a moment, perhaps at the kid who looked like him.He picked it up, stroked it carefully, and tucked it into the inside pocket of his suit.He turned around and walked away without looking back, as if he had never been here before, he didn't speak, he didn't speak from the beginning to the end, as if Zhang Camel didn't exist at all.

"Hello." Zhang Luotuo shouted when Joad walked to the door of the office.He didn't know why he yelled, maybe he drank too much alcohol, and sleeping in a cold place gave him a headache, and he had to take an aspirin when he went back.

He thought that Joad would ignore him, and he was ready to speak to the air.

But Joad stopped.

"I made the Qiao Dema at the beginning." Zhang Luotuo took a deep breath and confessed to him.

The air was filled with the smell of beer, Zhang Luotuo was dizzy.

Qiao De didn't look back. After Zhang Luotuo finished speaking, he continued to walk towards the corridor.The only sound left in the office was Zhang Camel's breathing.

... Zhang Luotuo came back to his senses.In the coffee shop, on November 25th, he was waiting for Joad to return his bird, and he had just fallen into memory.He looked at the elevator, the 21st floor, the [-]th floor, and this time the elevator continued to go down.The imitator walked past him, carrying a pile of records towards the record player. She walked past ten records and smelled the strong smell of coffee beans.Five nineteen.He waited for Joad for a few more minutes, and he began to worry about Momo, maybe he shouldn't give Momo to Joad.

He continued to wait intently for the elevator, the sixteenth floor, the twelfth floor, and the eleventh floor.The elevator stopped in front of the eleventh floor.Then the door opened gently, and a person came out, accompanied by birds chirping.A bird rolled on his shoulder, looking happy.Zhang Luotuo's worries are unnecessary, that bird is Mao Mao.

Zhang Luotuo put down the juice glass. "Jord," he said.

Joad took Mao Mao off his shoulders and put it on his palm: "Your." He said.Then sat on another white chair at the coffee table.Fluffy jumped onto his owner's palm, and he seemed happy to come back to him, letting out a dizzying string of chirps.Zhang Luotuo gently put it in his pocket.

"The bad part is the K-526 part." Joad said succinctly.

"Thank you." The K-526 software, made two years ago, is a very early batch, something that the parts disassembly factory may not have, but Joad got it from nowhere.Zhang Luotuo thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

The dummy came over: "Sir, what do you need?" Joad waved his hand, and the dummy walked away.Zhang Luotuo stirred his juice, and he could hear all the sounds coming out of here: walking, breathing, clothes rubbing against the sofa.The record player played another old song, the name of which he couldn't remember.

Qiao De said: "Zhang...Zhang Luotuo." He was a little stuck when calling Zhang Luotuo's name, and Zhang Luotuo guessed it was because he had never called anyone other than the management department by name.After he finished reading Zhang Luotuo's name, his expression returned to his usual arrogant look.

He knocked on the sofa and said casually, "Tomorrow you and I will go for a five-kilometer trip." He added, "Company business, for new toys."

Zhang Luotuo put down the cup and said seriously, "Where will I wait for you tomorrow?" He took out the memo.

"The parking lot." Joad thought for a while, and stood up as he spoke, "Nine o'clock in the morning." He spoke in a consistent tone, and he was about to turn and leave after speaking.Momo came out of the bag and called out "cheep" at him, Joad looked back at it, Momo showed its pink belly to it, turned over in front of it, which showed that it wanted him to touch it.

Joad looked a little overwhelmed. He looked away, pretending not to see Maomao, and pursed his lips: "I'm leaving." He emphasized, facing Zhang Luotuo.Zhang Luotuo bit his straw and didn't stop him, but just watched him walk out of the coffee shop in silence.Maomao sank her belly under Fenmao, curled her body into a ball like a football, and yelled aggrievedly twice. Its requests were rarely rejected by others.Zhang Luotuo stretched out his hand and patted its head: "It's okay." He comforted.

Joad stepped into the elevator, his face hidden in the closing doors.

Zhang Luotuo glanced lightly at the elevator door.Now he and Joad have a strange relationship, definitely not friends, but not enemies, everything is on a delicate border, and things can be traced back to the Friday when he repaired the photo two weeks ago.

That night after the early morning of Friday, Joad took away the photos, and Zhang Luotuo also went home in a daze. He said that Qiao Dema was what he did, and Joad must have heard it, but he didn't respond.Maybe there is, just to announce his firing on Monday.But Zhang Luotuo drank too much, he couldn't think of that much, his drinking capacity was half a can, and he drank a can of beer in order to concentrate better.

He got on the spaceship in a dizzy state, and Ah Mei reminded him: "You drank too much alcohol, you might be caught by the spaceship police." Zhang Luotuo didn't care: "It's okay, Ah Mei." Gray line, he followed the gray line, got into the thick fog, landed on the apartment, then took the elevator to the 280th floor of [-], opened the door, took off his shoes, was hugged by the mechanical bird feathers that rushed up, returned to the bed tiredly, fell asleep Just one day.Then he got up the next day, thinking about his fate after being fired by Joad.

Maybe only to the slums.The only thing he's good at is repair work, he doesn't know anything else.Moreover, Eleven Company has connections with every aspect of various industries in Chongqing. Leaving Eleven Company because of offending the top management is almost equivalent to permanent unemployment.Perhaps only the ghettos are out of control, because the people in them are manipulated by fate itself, and their lives are longing for tomorrow's life.

He thought about it, but couldn't come up with a good solution, so he simply started to do manual work, buried like a camel in the desert that belonged to him, surrounded by dryness and warmth, and prepared to wait until Monday came, but he couldn't find a way to survive and die.He spent Saturdays and Sundays alternating between jittery and calm, and walked into the office on Monday.

But nothing changed, Monday was fine, Tuesday was fine, Wednesday and Thursday were fine, he didn't meet Joad.There are no more pranks. Last week's penguin made too much fun in the office.A week of tranquility is like the hallucination of playing too many games.Until Friday, when he and Zheng Zheng went to the Benma Restaurant for dinner, just as they walked to the elevator entrance, the silver elevator door rumbled open, and Qiao De and Zhao Yi came out of it. They came for a routine inspection, and Qiao De walked past Zhang Luotuo, In the blink of an eye, like he'd never seen him before, he entered the restaurant, engulfed by bright lights and the Duplicant's murmured welcome.Zhang Luotuo walked into the elevator and understood that everything was over, and Qiao De would not blame the past.

That night, he worked overtime in a happy mood, so Zheng Zheng left him two pills with a strange look: "You should have a good rest."

He didn't mind, and devoted himself to work, chewing gum, and fighting for the thousand and fifty-second batch of toys.When he was tired, he raised his head and looked at the giant egg building in the distance.It looks unreal on a rainy night.He watched for a while, and suddenly noticed a figure reflected on the glass window.Figures sway in the rain.His face was clearly illuminated by the flashing blue billboard.

Zhang Luotuo turned his head away: "Jode." He said.He was taken aback, Zhang Luotuo didn't expect it to be him, and maybe everything was expected.

The real Joad stood at the door without saying a word. He scanned the surrounding area. It was empty, and everyone welcomed the beautiful Friday, except Zhang Camel who fell into an unlucky trap.Joad's eyes were still hostile, and he looked at Zhang Luotuo coldly.But in his hand, he was holding a can of beer that did not match his identity, the kind he would never drink.

"Chongqing City" brand, green canned noodles.This is what Zhang Luotuo drank when he was restoring the photo last week.

He came over, put the beer on the camel table, very lightly, without making any noise, and then, like a loyal delivery man, turned and walked away, as if that was what he came for: a can of beer.But when he walked to the door of the office, he stopped and said unnaturally: "That is... a photo of my father and me."

He was talking nonsense, but Zhang Luotuo understood at once, he was referring to the photo, and the deeper meaning, which should have followed this sentence, two words, but it was too difficult, for Joad said.He didn't want to say it.Joad's eyes flickered hesitantly, Zhang Luotuo blinked unnaturally, the silence was finally broken by Joad, his back disappeared in the corridor, leaving the sound of futile footsteps.

"The latest airship, No.15 generation, the crystallization of experts..." Zhang Luotuo sat at the table for 15 minutes until he heard the bewitching advertisement.He looked up, and on the blue glass, an intelligence expert was doing his best to sell. He was wearing a suit, and he was showing the performance with a digital model of the spaceship in his hand.Zhang Luotuo stretched out his hand, took the beer, opened the cap, and took a sip. It tasted bad and strong. It was the most common one in the slums, but Zhang Luotuo liked it.He waved the wine can at the deserted hallway.

"You're welcome." He said secretly, in a low voice, buried his face in his shoulders, and then laughed for no reason.He opened his eyes, looked at the lights from the gap between his shoulders, and listened to the electric current they emitted. He felt that he was in the cold desert with the twinkling sun in front of him.

... Maomao cried out, interrupting Zhang Luotuo's train of thought.

Zhang Luotuo came back to his senses. He lowered his head and stroked Mao Mao's head: "Let's go home." He said affectionately, and left the cafe to wait for the elevator.He looked through the glass window on the left.

The world is raining, as always.