"The interview will start at nine tomorrow morning. Yang Xu will pick you up at seven."
Zhang Zhihua said this as he walked forward aggressively.
He didn't get far before he hit his leg and fell out. His hand rubbed the wall as he pressed the switch, and the light flickered.
"What's the mess in your house?" he yelled.
Sheng Min pressed his eyebrows, came over to turn on the light, and pulled Zhang Zhihua. Then he sat back on the sofa.
"What the hell is this?"
Under the light, the murderer stood innocently in the middle of the living room.
"Express box." Sheng Min said.
"Don't I know him?" Zhang Zhihua yelled again, and there was an echo, and he kicked him at the same time.
You asked me. Sheng Min sighed secretly, but he didn't say it out loud.
He took a look at the box. If he remembered correctly, there should be cups inside, which he had not opened since he took them back.
Now I was kicked two meters away and spun around but I didn't hear any sound. I don't know if it's because the foam was too thick or it didn't break...
"Why didn't you turn on the light when you entered the room?" Zhang Zhihua was probably trying to cover up the embarrassment of falling, and was patting the non-existent dust on his clothes very hard.
If it wasn't broken, shouldn't he give the merchant a good review? I've bought from this store before, and they give cash back whether you bring pictures or not... He couldn't think any further. The sound of Zhang Zhihua taking pictures of the clothes was louder than his talking.
It's too noisy. Sheng Min felt a headache. He opened his mouth but was buried in the sound of the slap. He took a deep breath and raised his voice: "It's open now."
Zhang Zhihua stopped and asked, "What?"
"The light." Sheng Min pointed weakly above his head. "It wasn't on just now, but it's on now."
"It's open once it's open."
Zhang Zhihua didn't know whether he was confused by what he said, or those few slaps probably turned on the volume switch, so the sound was not as loud as before.
On the way over, he kicked the box again, and then slapped a piece of paper in front of him as if to collect a debt: "Please familiarize yourself with the interview script tonight. Don't be unable to say anything tomorrow... Do you hear me?!"
The switch was turned back. Sheng Min closed his eyes and nodded again.
Zhang Zhihua clicked his tongue, then clicked his tongue again when he saw that he didn't react, just like kicking a box in pairs.
Sheng Min estimated that if he didn't say anything, he would continue to click his tongue, so he said softly, "I heard it."
"Okay, I'm leaving. I'm so tired of taking care of you every day..." Zhang Zhihua filmed the interview script again and turned away without even closing the door.
Finally it's over, Sheng Min thought, but he still didn't say anything. He hadn't spoken his thoughts out loud for a long time.
Big, small, good, bad, all are kept silent. Even when I am alone, I will not keep silent.
His voice is only required to say those high-sounding words that should be said and can create value.
For example, the answers already written in the interview script.
Sheng Min took a look at the interview transcript and wanted to tear it up, but in the end he only tore off a small corner.
But he didn't feel any better because it was a long time since he felt so happy.
Sheng Min sat on the sofa for a while, holding his calves with both hands. It is said that this posture makes people feel safe. He forgot who said it, as his memory has not been very good recently.
Anyway, it's either Lu Xun or Shakespeare. If you can't find the source, you can blame them. They won't send you a lawyer's letter, at most they will ask you in a dream or something... Sheng Min smiled silently, but failed, and couldn't lift the corners of his mouth.
He can usually smile, at least in front of the camera, he can always smile beautifully.
But never mind. He tried again, and now there was no shot.
The sound of an accordion came in from outside the window.
It was the kid who lived downstairs. It started sharp at nine o'clock every night. The first half hour was filled with piano music, and the second half hour was mixed with the sound of his mother scolding him. Both were equally torturous.
The piano music and scolding ended with crying. Sheng Min stood up and walked into the bathroom. When he was about to reach the door, he stopped, turned back to the kitchen and chose a machete.
There is a large bathtub in the bathroom, which was installed by Sheng Min himself after moving in. The bathtub is now full of water - cold water because the water heater is broken. However, it is only early autumn now, so it is still tolerable.
Sheng Min lay down in the sink with his clothes on. The excess water overflowed all over the floor and flowed down the drain under the sink. He moved and felt something against his waist, then he realized that he had brought his cell phone with him.
Fortunately, it was not damaged.
The products he endorsed after becoming famous are of good quality, much better than the facial masks he endorsed in previous years.
Someone ruined his face with that mask and was even featured on the 315 anti-counterfeiting program, becoming an important black spot that was used by rival fans to seize strategic strongholds when attacking him.
Sheng Min secretly sent a sum of money to the person whose face was ruined, but in fact he didn't even know when he signed the endorsement contract, and the endorsement fee was not in his hands.
He pursed his lips, shook off the water on this high-quality mobile phone, found Yang Xu's number and dialed it.
"Hey, brother!" Yang Xu's voice is always cheerful.
"You're going to pick me up tomorrow, right?"
"Yes! What do you want to eat for breakfast? The new wonton shop downstairs is quite delicious. Do you want to..."
"You don't have to come over." Sheng Min interrupted him and said softly, "Just go to the scene directly."
"Ah?" Yang Xu sounded a little confused.
Sheng Min looked at the white tiles opposite and said, "Let Zhang Zhihua come. Call him at 6:30 tomorrow morning and tell him that I need to see him for something and ask him to pick me up."
"Oh, sure!"
This is the good thing about Yang Xu, his heart is bigger than the Pacific Ocean, he never asks why, he just does whatever he is told.
"Do you still remember the password of the bank card I left with you last time?" Sheng Min asked.
"I remember." Yang Xu replied with a bit of pride, "It's the last six digits of your ID card. If you need money, I'll bring it to you tomorrow."
"Just remember it. I don't need it. I'll leave it where you are."
"Then I'll give it to you when you need it." Yang Xu said happily. He never thought about why Sheng Min would use his ID card to apply for a card and then put it with him. "You haven't told me what you want to eat tomorrow morning? I'll bring it to you."
"I don't want to eat."
"Let's eat! If we don't eat, we'll feel bad. Noodles, vermicelli, tofu pudding..."
Sheng Min pinched the bridge of his nose. Yang Xu was very persistent about the question of eating. He would keep counting until he gave an answer: "Wontons. The wontons you just mentioned."
"Great! The wontons there are really delicious. I can eat two large portions by myself."
"Then I'll give you my share too." Sheng Min smiled softly, "By the way, go to bed early."
"See you tomorrow!" A series of beeps came obediently from the other end.
I won't see you again.
No, he can't see it, but Yang Xu can still see it. In the hospital or the funeral home, I hope he won't be scared.
Sheng Min stared at the phone screen for a while, then opened WeChat and scrolled a bit before he saw his mother's name. He transferred 100,000 yuan and immediately accepted it without saying a word.
The same is true when scrolling up the information interface: transfer and receive, transfer and receive...
He won’t ask if he gets paid in advance, or if he gets paid too much, but he will ask if he doesn’t get paid on time. Once, on his birthday, he rushed to the company to ask for money, and I slapped him in the face and it became a hot topic...
Sheng Min turned off his phone and threw it on the sink, then picked up a machete - a manual razor would also work, but he had never used this one since he bought it, so he wanted to start a business.
The machete was very long and felt a bit like a sword in his hand, which reminded him of a costume drama he had acted in. Playing a swordsman was quite cool, but the wire was a bit painful. Sheng Min performed a few moves according to his memory, and finally put the knife on his wrist.
I forgot when I started to have thoughts about death, but it’s been a long time. The card I gave to Yang Xu was issued at that time.
I was afraid of the pain at first, but after thinking about it more, I was no longer afraid. Then why did it take so long? Sheng Min frowned, not knowing.
All he knew was that this thought was particularly strong today. He had no work in the afternoon and sat on the sofa until dark, but he couldn't get this thought out of his mind.
There was no special opportunity, maybe the time had come.
Then let’s do it today. Sheng Min tilted his head and looked at the watch he had taken off. It was almost twelve o’clock.
Today's work should be done today. Tomorrow... there is no tomorrow.
He pressed the knife down, pulled it hard to the right, and blood spurted out violently.
Sheng Min bit her lip, couldn't help but snorted, and stabbed him again. This should be enough. If it still doesn't work, she will be out of strength and drown in the water.
He thought he had thought it through very carefully, but his hand lost its strength and the knife fell with it.
The white tiles opposite were all red. This was the effect of real blood. The blood packs of the crew seemed to need further improvement. As he thought about this, he inexplicably recalled the words Zhang Zhihua had scolded him when he left, saying that he had a dead look on his face every day.
Zhang Zhihua certainly had never seen a real dead person's face, especially the kind that was swollen by blisters.
Sheng Min was somewhat depressed that his last impression before his death was Zhang Zhihua. He actually didn't want Zhang Zhihua to come, and he felt very sorry. But Yang Xu was really timid and didn't even dare to watch horror movies. If he saw a dead person, he wouldn't be able to sleep well for a year. He had no other choice.
What was he thinking about? Isn't it said that people will have a revolving lantern before they die? He probably didn't have any happy days, and the lights were short-circuited.
So what should we think about
Sheng Min could hardly feel his breathing, and a man appeared in his mind.
He was not very old, probably about the same age as me, in his early twenties. He was riding a black mountain bike, holding the handlebars with one hand and a cigarette with the other.
Sheng Min couldn't remember the exact appearance of this person, but it seemed that he had met him last month. He was wearing a mask and crossing the street after returning from a convenience store, and this unknown person rode past him on a bicycle. The bicycle was riding too fast, with two wheels pedaling like four wheels, and I couldn't see his face clearly, but I remember that the corner of his shirt looked like a sail about to set sail...
It's good. Sheng Min smiled and closed her eyes. She didn't know whether this sail would take her to heaven or hell. No matter where, it was all good. No matter where, it was her next life.