The Pentium Era - South to North

Cao Guoqing opened the door of his office and was startled. He saw Zhang Chen lying on his desk, asleep. He was still carrying a backpack. There were cigarette butts and cigarette cases on the floor beside his seat. , there were cigarette ashes everywhere on the table, a whole carton of cigarettes was opened, and two or three packs were scattered.

The door of the cabinet was open. It was obviously Zhang Chen who took the cigarette from the cabinet and left it open.

Cao Guoqing walked over and called softly: "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Chen woke up, his eyes were red and swollen. He seemed confused for a while before he recognized Cao Guoqing. He looked outside and saw that it was already broad daylight. He asked, "What time is it?"

"Nine o'clock." Cao Guoqing said to him.

Zhang Chen shook his head and said to himself: "Why did I fall asleep here?"

Cao Guoqing stood there, a little embarrassed, and asked: "Mr. Zhang, you...you, are you okay?"

Zhang Chen shook his head and said it was okay. He looked at the mess on the table and on the ground. He knew that it was not okay, so he stopped talking.

He stood up and realized that he still had his satchel on his back. He took it off, threw it on the chair, and said, "I'm going to wash my face."

He staggered for two steps, then stood firm, and said to Cao Guoqing mockingly: "I have been sitting for too long, my feet are numb."

He walked out the door, and the sunlight outside hit his face suddenly, making him startled. He squinted his eyes, his feet were floating, and he continued walking towards the pool. He felt like he was floating over.

On the road, people from the construction site passed by him from time to time. They were stunned for a moment, looked at him, and then passed by without saying a word.

Zhang Chen himself realized something. He thought his face must be ugly. He lowered his head and subconsciously covered his face with his hands when he walked past the workers sifting sand by the sand pile.

Zhang Chen arrived at the edge of the pool, turned on the faucet, took a handful of water with both hands, and washed his face. He felt a splitting headache, nausea, and his throat was very uncomfortable. It was as dry as a chimney. He knew it was because he smoked too much and was drunk. He retched twice, but nothing came out, but strings of water hung from his mouth.

He took another cup of water with both hands, poured it into his mouth, gurgled it a few times, and then spit it out. His throat still felt uncomfortable, his head still hurt, and the saliva in his mouth couldn't stop flowing.

Zhang Chen simply turned on the faucet, put his whole head under the faucet, and poured water on it. His feet kept shaking, and he could hardly stand. He quickly supported the edge of the pool with both hands.

The water was still rushing, rushing towards his head.

When Cao Guoqing saw Zhang Chen going out, he quickly took out the broom and dustpan behind the door and cleaned the floor. Seeing that there was still water in the plastic bucket at the door, he took the rag hanging behind the door and twisted it. , wipe the cigarette ashes on the table.

He carried the bucket and walked to the door. He originally wanted to go to the sink to wash the rag, but when he saw Zhang Chen standing there, rinsing his head, he gave up again and put the bucket back where it was, thinking, later Say it again.

He thought for a moment, walked out of the office, and walked towards the gate on Wuzhishan Road. He walked out of the gate and turned into a small shop nearby. He paged Liu Ligan. After waiting for a while, Liu Ligan came back. Cao Guoqing said to him:

"Brother Liu, come here and see Mr. Zhang. He slept in the office last night."

Liu Ligan originally agreed to have lunch with Liu Yun before leaving. After talking to Cao Guoqing on the phone, he told Liu Yun, "No, I want to go over and take a look right away."

"What happened to Zhang Chen?" Liu Yun asked.

Liu Ligan said: "I don't know, this boring guy, who refuses to talk to me about many things, how can he tell other people about Xiao Wu's apprentice? He just said that he didn't even return to his room yesterday and was sleeping in the office. All night long.”

When Liu Yun heard this, she also knew that the matter was serious. She said that you should leave quickly and call me if you know what the situation is.

Liu Ligan said yes. He stood there stunned for a while and cursed: "What's going on? We were fine when we broke up yesterday."

"Could it be related to Lily?" Liu Yun asked.

"Whatever happens to him must have something to do with Lily."

Liu Yun thought for a moment and asked, "Do you want me to call Lily?"

Liu Ligan waved his hand quickly and said no, no, no, no, no, no, these two are self-propelled cannons, and you don’t know when they will explode. It’s up to me to handle it, otherwise it will become more and more complicated.

Liu Ligan said and walked out.

Zhang Chen stood at the edge of the pool and rinsed his head with water for more than ten minutes before he felt a little more comfortable, but his feet were still shaking. He put his hands on top of his head, slid down, and used his hands to remove the hair from his hair. The water was decanted, then he raised his head and shook his head, water drops splashing around.

At this moment, his head hurt again, and he felt nauseated. He retched twice more, and there was still a lot of water dripping from his mouth.

He rinsed his mouth with water again, then turned around and walked back. He felt that his feet were touching the ground, and his whole body was limp.

Zhang Chen walked back to the office and just sat down when Cao Guoqing came back. He was carrying a bag in his hand, which contained a bowl of soup noodles. He gave the soup noodles to Zhang Chen, and Zhang Chen put all the small bag of yellow chili sauce in the bag. I poured it in and took a sip of the soup. It was very spicy and sweat broke out on my forehead, but I felt a little better.

After finishing a bowl of noodle soup, Zhang Chen had a thin layer of sweat on his face and back, and then he felt that his soul seemed to be back. He told Cao Guoqing that he was drunk from smoking, and now I feel much better, thank you!

Cao Guoqing originally wanted to remind Zhang Chen that today's reserve fund was not enough, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything. He just said to Zhang Chen, Mr. Zhang, if you are fine, I will go to the market.

Zhang Chen nodded

Cao Guoqing walked out and thought, there is no money in the bag today, but the goods that should be brought in still have to be brought in. They are all old customers. Tell them that I owe them the payment for the goods and pay them tomorrow. There should be no problem. If there is a problem, then damn it, I won’t come to buy from you next time.

After Cao Guoqing left, Zhang Chen sat there in a daze for a while. Unable to hold on, he lay down on the table again and fell asleep again.

Liu Ligan walked in and saw Zhang Chen sleeping on the table. He walked over and put his hands on the table. Zhang Chen woke up, raised his head and looked at Liu Ligan blankly. Liu Ligan saw that his face was pale. When he was about to ask him, Zhang Chen suddenly stood up, startling Liu Ligan.

Zhang Chen pushed Liu Li's pole aside and rushed towards the door. Before he could squat down, he finally spat it out with an "ouch", and there was a pool of Hainan noodles on the ground.

Zhang Chen stood up and Liu Ligan went to help him. He threw Liu Ligan away and staggered towards the pool. Liu Ligan returned to the office and saw half of Cao Guoqing's left behind by the door. He picked up the bucket of dirty water, walked outside the door, washed away the vomit on the ground at the door with a splash, and then went to the pool with the bucket.

Zhang Chen took a handful of water, rinsed his mouth, took another handful, and washed his face. Liu Lipole came over with a plastic bucket and asked, what's wrong with you? Withered?

"Smoking too many fucking cigarettes and getting drunk."

Liu Ligan laughed and cursed: "You are crazy, you can get drunk with cigarettes, how much have you smoked?"

"I don't know." Zhang Chen shook his head, "About seven or eight bags."

"one night?"

"Um."

"Why smoke so much?"

"It's nothing." Zhang Chen shook his head and walked back. Liu Li took half a bucket of water and walked a few steps to catch up with Zhang Chen. Of course he knew that there couldn't be nothing. It seemed that Zhang Chen didn't want to spend more time. explain.

Liu Lipole carried the water, followed him into the office, put the water on the ground, and asked, "Lily came yesterday?"

"No."

"Did you talk on the phone?"

"I haven't contacted her for several days." Zhang Chen said.

Liu Ligan looked at Zhang Chen, doubting the authenticity of his words. If it weren't for Jin Lili, what the hell would have happened to you?

Liu Ligan knows this dick, and when he decides not to tell you, it's useless no matter how many questions you ask, he won't speak even if you beat him to death.

Liu Ligan sighed secretly. Fortunately, although Zhang Chen was exhausted, he still looked calm, so nothing should happen.

The phone on the table rang. Zhang Chen sat there motionless. Liu Ligan reached out and picked it up and said hello.

The other party said "Huh" and asked, "Who are you?"

Liu Ligan smiled and said, "Of course it's me."

The other party was silent, and Liu Ligan asked: "Who are you looking for?"

The other party didn't say anything and hung up the phone. Liu Ligan cursed: "Who is this? It's inexplicable, you crazy woman."

Liu Ligan looked at Zhang Chen. Zhang Chen was still sitting there blankly. Liu Ligan thought for a while, then stood up and walked out.