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"Sorry, boss, I have to take leave tomorrow and the day after tomorrow..."

Tanmu Rong's body was tense. Even though she was on the phone and the other party couldn't see her, she still subconsciously arched her body slightly.

"What? Plus today you have to take three consecutive days off this month! No!" The voice on the phone showed no mercy. "You are allowed two days off at most, today and tomorrow. If you don't come the day after tomorrow, you won't come. !”

"Dududu——"

The call was hung up.

In the bleak wind, Sandalwood put away his phone in a slightly embarrassed manner, lowered his head and walked forward quickly.

She is an ordinary person, an ordinary office worker.

He doesn't have a beautiful appearance, and he doesn't have an extraordinary mind. He is not even a native of Fucheng, but just a migrant worker from surrounding towns.

After being selected by the Kaidan Game, she didn't have much fear.

If you can survive... just live. If you can't survive, you can die at any time in the game.

For her, it was not only ghosts but also life that made her suffer.

In fact, she couldn't tell which of the two caused her more pain.

She always thought in such a hazy way and lived without hope.

But maybe fate was playing a trick on her. With this mentality, she survived again and again.

This time...it's my turn again.

She stopped, raised her head, and looked at the casual bar in front of her.

"Xiao Tan? Why are you here at noon?" The proprietress looked at her in surprise. Although this is a Qing bar, the opening time also starts at two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Beer...anything is fine." Sandalwood Rong found a seat by the window and sat down blankly.

The landlady glanced at Tanmu Rong thoughtfully, then turned around to help her get the wine.

Tanmu Rong turned his head slightly and looked at the proprietress at the bar.

She was a woman in her forties, with a gentle temperament and dress, which was the way she longed to live.

"What's the matter, are you having trouble?" The landlady didn't bring her a beer, but brought a red wine, and said with a smile: "It's better for a girl to drink some red wine. I'll pay for it."

Sandalwood does not care about wine, as long as it is wine.

She only knew that she was unhappy when she didn't drink.

"Sister Lin, do you think... am I interested in living?" Sandalwood drank the red wine that had just been poured into the glass in one gulp, and then looked at the landlady with a blushing face.

The landlady didn't answer, she just sat down in the seat in front of her, poured herself a glass of wine, took a sip, and then looked at Sandalwood Rong quietly.

She is a frequent visitor to this bar. Her drinking capacity is very poor and she can drink one glass at a time. However, she always comes alone, which makes her worry several times.

"You said... Is my life interesting..." Being drunk, Sandalwood Rong spoke a little loudly.

"I……"

"Do you have your own life..."

"Every day... go to work, go to work... from nine in the morning... to nine in the evening, after work... when I get home, it's around ten..."

Sandalwood lay lying on the table, his voice gradually began to tremble:

"What the hell am I doing?"

"I am a human being..."

"In addition to work, all I can do in my life is aimlessly scrolling through my phone...Sister Lin..."

Sandalwood Rong didn't cry loudly, she just collapsed quietly.

"You know...if I don't take the initiative, no one will contact me with this phone..."

"I seem very busy, going in and out of high-end office buildings every day, but I know...the daytime and this city...do not belong to me at all."

"I'm human...I want to find the meaning of my life, so I stay up late...drinking..."

"Obviously I'm so sleepy that my eyes are blurred... I'm obviously so drunk that my head is unclear..."

"But only that time, that little hazy time, belongs to me..."

The landlady listened quietly without saying a word.

In her small shop, she has seen too many young people like this.

Get drunk, stay up late, indulge, you name it.

In her opinion, Tanmu Rong is already a very self-controlled person. Even if she is drunk, she subconsciously does not dare to trouble others.

The social circle is not large, the work is heavy, and there is no private time.

Why do young people today like to stay up late? Even though they are actually very tired and in pain, they still don't want to sleep?

Maybe... because they know in their hearts that once they close their eyes and wake up again, the daytime time no longer belongs to them.

Personal time has been severely compressed, making people unable to find life or even the meaning of life.

Just like Sandalwood Rong, she was just using this method to delay her pain and numb the little bit of personal time that belonged to her. She was unwilling and did not dare to think deeply about it.

"I can not……"

"I will die in the ghost story..."

"Death in...the game..."

"..."

She was lying on the table, talking intermittently. Maybe she stayed up late last night and was almost asleep.

After hearing her talk in her sleep, the boss's eyes changed somewhat. But Sandalwood Rong had fallen asleep and could not be seen.

When she woke up and saw the landlady looking at her, she suddenly became excited and sobered up.

"The temperature has cooled down quickly recently. Don't go out wearing so few clothes." The proprietress looked at her and touched her face. If she had a daughter, she might be about the same age as her.

She quickly stood up, took out her mobile phone and wanted to pay, but the landlady held her hand down.

"I promised you this bottle of wine. If you haven't finished it, I'll save it for you to drink next time." The proprietress smiled gently and looked up at Sandalwood Rong, who looked a little flustered. "My store is here Here, whenever you feel unhappy, just come here."

"Living is the most important thing."

The tears that Tanmu Rong tried hard to hold back were almost brought to his eyes by the voice of the landlady.

She fled here in embarrassment.

As soon as she went out, the alternation of autumn and winter in Fucheng really made her shiver with cold.

What did I just say... I caused trouble to the landlady...

She had some regrets.

However, she felt that she was lucky, at least she could find such a place where she could talk.

She turned and walked towards the fog.

How many people like Shanmu Rong are there in this city and other cities?

They are numb in the repetitive heavy work and try their best to survive.

As for personal pursuits, the meaning of life, and the ethereal words of dreams, they have long been like the heavy fog in this city.

Although it is very dense at first, a gust of wind can blow it into pieces, and eventually melt into every corner of the city, never to be found again.

Which is more despairing, ghosts or life?

Sandalwood doesn't know the answer.

People who have no expectations for the future will naturally have no despair.

She was just alive.

Just stay alive.

But this time, she was more or less thinking about...

At least, come back and drink the half bottle of wine left at the landlady's place.

Coming!