The other party has just covered you and saved you from being taken away by the police uncle. You feel that you want to just walk away like this, which seems a bit selfish and ruthless.
But you still have a bunch of deliveries to deliver.
"Then, then I'll stay for another half an hour...?"
You looked at the time and said hesitantly, "I still have to deliver a courier in the afternoon, and I can only give you half an hour."
"All right, all right!"
In order to hurry up, the little sister didn't even have time to change into her pajamas, so she went to the bedroom and took out a notebook and started chatting with you about your cycle.
She hates you for delivering the courier even though you get the "free" time.
"Can't you spend half the day doing something else?"
She pointed at you, "Have you seen this type of movie? With this half day, you can use it to learn something, and you can also try things you have never dared to try in your life..."
She briefly told you about several movies with similar plots.
"I tried."
You tell her about your clothes and dinners.
As a result, her expression became even more regretful.
"Don't you know how to try things you didn't want to buy before? It's the same with eating. You have to try at least a little of the delicacies of mountains and seas. It's a life experience!"
"Then, when I woke up the next day, I suddenly found that time didn't loop. Can I spit out the delicacies of mountains and seas and continue to live?"
You are a practical person, and you never want to believe that God will do good things for you for no reason.
"I'm only officially on the first day of work, and there's still a month before I get paid!"
The young lady sighed, probably feeling tired.
"You've already had such a strange experience, why are you thinking about going to work? Isn't it boring to deliver couriers every day? A choice like yours, even if I write it into a script, it will be so boring that no one will read it."
"What does it matter if I continue to deliver couriers every day? So many people don't have a cycle, aren't they doing the same thing every day?"
you say.
The young lady was stunned.
"Students who study are studying every day, employees in office buildings repeat their nine-to-five work, factory workers are on the assembly line every day, and soldiers in the army complete the same training day after day..."
You give a lot of examples of, "So I'm delivering every day, so what's the problem?"
"But you don't have to deliver express every day, you are different from them, you have the opportunity to choose..."
The young lady is trying to "unravel" you.
"What's the point of putting in the effort if everything is destined to come back to the same place the next day? Do you eat a lot and see a lot of scenery, will it make you happier when you cycle? Nope , Gaining and losing will only make you more painful."
You have experienced the feeling of loss that the clothes you have chosen with great care suddenly disappear, and the washed body continues to be sticky. These are just two "losses" that you can bear, and the feeling is not good. What if there are more
"No one knows if I will stop the cycle the next day. Instead of not being able to ask for it later, it's better to treat this day as an ordinary day and do what I should do."
"But just in case if you want to stop in this loop forever..."
The young lady bit her lower lip and told you this terrible possibility, "If everyone and things around you remain the same, and you are the only one stuck in it, and you keep doing the same thing, won't it be painful?"
"... probably."
You imagine it and have to admit it's scary.
"But I haven't cycled a few times now, and I don't know what will happen in the future. Maybe it will be tomorrow as soon as I open my eyes the next day? If it is true as you said, I have been stuck in this day, maybe for If I don't go crazy, I will also choose to try different things as you said, but that is for the future."
"But I hope God doesn't punish me like this. It's better to find out this mistake happened to me earlier."
You sincerely hope.
The young lady knows your thoughts and choices, and no longer persuades you to use these cycles to "try" new things. Instead, she becomes interested in you and asks about your personal situation instead.
You feel that these are a bit shallow, and you only talked about the general situation, and you want to say goodbye after checking the time.
Before leaving, the young lady will see you off at the entrance and hand you a business card.
"Here is my contact information, you can save it..."
Looking at your puzzled eyes, the young lady brushed the hair on her sideburns uncomfortably, and explained with a blushing face: "You have just started the cycle now, maybe you don't think it will bring much trouble to your life, but if you If you are stuck in the same day after day, you will be very tired, do you want to talk to someone?"
"I'm a screenwriter, and I've seen many film and television works similar to your experience. Many of the protagonists in these films have suffered a lot of psychological pressure later, and some are even on the verge of collapse."
She looked at you worriedly, "I was thinking, if one day, you really find it boring to repeat this kind of life boringly, I would like to try different choices with you, sharing it with multiple people, maybe it won't be so painful. Don't feel like you're bothering me, anyway, to me, it's just spending a day with a stranger, right?"
But just because you are willing to listen now does not mean that you are willing in every cycle.
Thinking about the oolong that almost happened just now, you expressed your worries.
"Then set a code, a code that only I know."
Seeing that you don't reject such "association", the young lady's eyes lit up.
"Well, let me think about it..."
She leaned against the door and thought for a while, "If you come to me again next time, you can tell me directly that I had a crush on the monitor of our class in the third grade of elementary school, and secretly put a curb under his window for a month. Wildflowers…”
Hearing her "secret," you start laughing uncontrollably.
"I have never told anyone about this matter. No one in this world knows about it except me. As long as you tell me in other timelines, I will believe your words."
She also began to feel embarrassed, "If you want to change your mood, you can come to me. You have to believe that my professionalism and imagination can accept such bizarre things, and I am willing to make friends with you."
After all, no one would go all out to save someone who has nothing to do with him every day.
At the risk of falling from the balcony on the fifth floor.
This time, you took the business card that Qin Rourou handed you, and promised that she would remember her phone number.
From today on, what you have to remember is not only the winning lottery numbers, but also a new set of numbers—the mobile phone numbers of your new friends.
Going down the stairs of Miss Sister's unit building, you quietly touched the lottery ticket hidden in your pocket, and wiped your sweat nervously.
"Thanks to my cleverness, I insisted on delivering the courier every day..."
You rejoice in your heart.
"Otherwise, if she asks me for the lottery number, should I give it or not?"
Feeling a little guilty about not bringing your new friends to "get rich" together, you choose to continue delivering the rest of the courier. I was delayed at my young lady's house for too long, and it was almost three o'clock in the blink of an eye, and more than half of the express delivery was not finished.
You sorted the rest of the express delivery by category, and quickly completed the rest of the work according to the experience of the previous few days. On the way back to the company, you spent money to buy some braised vegetables and returned to the business point.
As soon as the cold-faced team leader saw you coming back, he surrounded you and asked what happened in the afternoon, why the police called to investigate your information, and whether you caused trouble outside.
You didn't dare to use the "girlfriend" trick to fool the team leader, but you just expressed your worries at the time and the oolong you made, and explained clearly that the police had already criticized and educated, but the team leader still refused to let you go.
He told you that their company never condoned any criminal behaviors, ranging from stealing the courier delivered by the courier owner to committing crimes, once found, they will all be expelled.
Today it is true that you broke into someone else's house illegally. Although the police did not pursue it and the victim forgave you, you cannot break into someone else's house based on subjective guesswork.
Your behavior has already caused "violation of regulations" and caused damage to the company's reputation, so according to the company's rules and regulations, you don't have to come to work tomorrow, and you will be responsible for the handover in these two days.
He also told you that it is stipulated in the labor contract that if your actions have any negative impact on the company's public opinion, you will be responsible for compensating the company for the resulting losses.
You obviously wanted to "do what is right", but you got such a misunderstanding, which made you very aggrieved.
You tried to explain your urgency to the team leader, and you also tried to ask other "colleagues" for help.
However, facing your eyes asking for help, other colleagues looked away one after another. Your "master" bit the bullet and pleaded with the team leader, but was reprimanded again.
You handed over your work permit with a livid face, and walked out of the business point.
After you walked a long way, your "master" chased after you, shouting your name from afar.
You thought that things had turned around again, and stopped in anticipation, waiting for the "master" to say something that might cheer you up.
But he just caught up with you and silently handed over the bag of stewed vegetables you bought on the side of the road.
"You haven't eaten tonight, this matter... Hey, anyway, you remember to eat, don't be hungry."
He stammered, and stuffed the bag of stewed vegetables into your hands, "The world is not as big as eating, and you can find another job if you lose your job. You have strength and perseverance. This city is huge, so don't worry about it." lack of work."
With a stiff body, you took the bag, lowered your head, and thanked the "master" who has taught you for two months.
The master left with a long sigh, and you sat on the side of the road.
Although you know that the company's decision to "fire" you today may not affect your "tomorrow";
I also know that the number of one hundred lottery tickets in your arms can guarantee you that even if there is no cycle tomorrow, you can live a good life without working...
But you still feel shame and embarrassment.
You feel that you have failed the "master" who has cultivated and expected you for so many months.
The last time I felt this way was when you had to choose to leave the military for your mother.
You are a posthumous child. After your father who joined the army died young, your mother raised you alone. Your parents got married and had children at a very old age, so your grandparents and maternal grandparents have long since passed away.
Although you have an urban hukou, your family conditions are not good, so instead of continuing to study, you chose to join the army like your father.
You love life in the military and want to make a difference in the lives of your family by staying here on your own.
However, your mother got cancer, so that hope was finally dashed.
In order to treat her, you sold the house in your hometown, gave up your dignity, and borrowed all the relatives and friends you could.
In the end, in order to raise enough life-saving money and pay off the debts owed to relatives, you chose to take off that military uniform:
— just for that sum of retirement money.
Your leader slips you a thick envelope as you leave.
"If you change jobs, don't forget that you are a soldier who came out of the army, so keep working hard."
His expression of regret at that time was the same as that of the master who sent you away just now.
That letter was full of donations collected by comrades-in-arms.
You didn't save your mother in the end, but the money made her leave less painful, even if it was only for this point, you don't regret it, you just feel sorry.
After your mother died, you became an "orphan".
So you left the sad place of your hometown and chose to work hard in the city where your father was born. This is your first self-employment job after changing jobs, and you just want to work hard to do it well.
You never want to be a deserter, and you never want to disappoint others.
But fate always plays tricks on you, letting you taste what it means to "backfire".
Repelled, voluntarily abandoned, misunderstood, and clumsy, you don't know how to defend yourself, and you don't know how to be trusted.
Only then did you realize that not everyone is like that girl named Qin Rourou.
You took out Qin Rourou's business card from your pocket and tried to remember her number.
After reciting the number, you patted the dust and stood up.
Fortunately, maybe you still have "tomorrow" to choose from.
Tomorrow, you have to try to do better and don't let anyone down.
Carrying the stewed vegetables that are supposed to be enough for a business colleague to have a dinner together, you have no desire to eat it at all.
You suddenly remembered the homeless old man you missed in the morning, and you decided to share this bitter "food" with him.
So you carried the stewed vegetables and found the street corner where you met the old man every day.
But the homeless old man was not there, and there was only a large group of people on the road surrounding that location, pointing and pointing.
You squeezed your way full of doubts, only to hear people chattering.
"Oh, it's too bad, that car just ran over!"
"Maybe he's hungry? I think he couldn't walk steadily when he stood up!"
"Hey, I knew I would have given him something to eat in the afternoon. This kind of homeless man has a meal without a meal. Many of them have hypoglycemia, and they will feel dizzy when they are hungry!"
You listened to their chattering discussions, and a bad guess came to your mind. This guess made you push away the crowd of onlookers in a panic, and asked what was going on.
From their answers, you know that the homeless old man suddenly fainted when he was crossing the road. As it was getting late, the passing vehicles did not notice the homeless old man lying in the blind spot and accidentally ran over him.
It's unfortunate that you came, the ambulance just sent away the old man who had an accident.
You have just made a wish in your heart to do better and not to disappoint anyone, only to find that the "doing good" you forgot may indirectly lead to a more miserable fate for the elderly.
Knowing what happened, the stewed vegetable in your hand fell to the ground, and you fell down on the side of the road in a daze.
The grievance just now and the burden on your conscience now overwhelm you. You put your head in your hands and hide your face between your knees.
At this point, you should inquire which hospital the homeless old man has been sent to, and check to see if he is safe...
Or should we try to clear up the guilt in our hearts and put our hope on "I will do better tomorrow"