Under the light and dark of the room, Xu Lang's face became more and more haggard. He smoked five or six cigarettes one after another, but he still couldn't dispel the hardship and upset in his mind!
With a violent cough, the cigarette butt in Xu Lang's hand fell on the quilt, and a small hole was burnt out. He watched this scene and reacted a few times before throwing out the cigarette butt indiscriminately. It was stained with dust. The quilt of Xu Lang slowly repaired the hole in Xu Lang's eyes and became brand new, as if nothing had happened before!
But Xu Lang's expression became more and more painful. He opened the quilt, barefoot and without shoes, and stumbled to the bathroom.
Cold water poured down from his head, causing Xu Lang to tighten his body again. The mild hot water could not relax him at this moment. Only cold water could calm him down.
This was the most gaffe in Xu Lang's history, and the pressure on him from the newspaper was too great.
With Death covering his eyes, he never thought from the beginning to the end that things would come to this point. He tried every possible means to save Zhu Zixing, but he had no ability to fight against evil spirits. That pair of sinful palms. They perfectly caught them in the palm of the hand.
The less he didn't want to see Zhu Zixing's death, the more he wanted to come true!
But in the end, all his efforts were not only in vain, but Zhu Zixing's seemingly selfless suicide was also in vain. If he died in vain, he even pushed the matter to the point of death!
Xu Lang’s eyes were full of hatred, but mixed with regret and sorrow. From the beginning, he was confident that he could live to the end, find out the truth, and defeat the newspaper, but everything he had experienced before made him truly understand that he will always live forever. Can't fight evil spirits!
If there is no solution, there is no solution. Human life is not as good as an ant. Can he really get what he wants if he struggles
Xu Lang hit the smooth wall with a punch, and let the cold water pour on his face on his back. He didn't even dare to even think about what he wanted... Remember the website
His body slowly slid down weakly, lying on top of the cold ceramic tiles, stimulating his nerves once again, and the cold water from above hit his hot face. Xu Lang finally got it at this moment. A trace of tranquility.
He fell on the ground, looking dimly at a place, it was nothingness, his right arm stretched out, his right hand clenched to grasp something, but he couldn't grasp anything...
When he woke up again, Xu Lang was still lying in the bathroom, the shower head above was still splashing cold water, and Xu Lang's limbs got the greatest comfort in this sleep, he did not feel any discomfort, but became powerful. a lot of.
Even the muddled spirit was refreshed, and slowly got up from the ground, Xu Lang shook the drops of water on his face, grabbed the bath towel, wiped his body, and walked back to the bedroom again.
The curtains were pulled aside, and the comfortable sunlight illuminated Xu Lang's face. He looked at the scene outside the street with a bit of ecstasy.
It wasn't until a brisk knock on the door that his consciousness returned. He simply wiped his body into a set of sportswear and opened the door.
Standing at the door was Yan Yan. He glanced into the room, then looked at Xu Lang, who seemed to be a little depressed, and asked softly, "Is there enough sleep?"
Xu Lang nodded without saying anything, and walked back to the room. He knew Yan Yan would come a long time ago. After all, there is no solution to the task, which is of great research value, including the dead Gao Yiyuan.
"Your condition is not very good." Yan Yan walked into the room and frowned as he watched the messy environment in the room.
Xu Lang took a glass of ice water from the refrigerator, sat on the chair silently, and took a sip without responding.
Yan Yan sat right across from him, and looked at Xu Lang, who was unconscious, suddenly laughed: "You won't be thinking about the last mission, right?"
Xu Lang slowly raised his head, Yan Yan's eyes were very bright, but this has nothing to do with him, because his eyes are already gray, and he put the cup on the table: "Gao Yiyuan committed suicide. By my side, I can't help. He, in fact, I don’t even understand how this mission survived..."
"You are at a loss and anxious. The power of the evil spirit has made you tired of thinking. You are so tired..." Yan Yan didn't say anything about Gao Yiyuan's problem, just stretched his waist.
It seems that for Yan Yan, no one is important, and there is nothing that can make him mentally confused.
Xu Lang heard the words, glanced at Yan Yan and finally shook his head: "The difficulty of unsolvable tasks is no longer what we can bear. When Gao Yiyuan died, I had already given up."
"For us, every ending is acceptable. You should have known this a long time ago." Yan Yan fiddled with the lighter given to him by Xu Lang, his eyes flickered a few times.
"People have their own fate, I believe that, I just don't want the newspaper to control my destiny, but this is like futile..." Xu Lang squinted his eyes, with some confusion and helplessness.
Yan Yan thought about it after hearing the words, then nodded, as if agreeing with his statement from a certain angle, "Indeed, your pressure seems to be greater than mine. You are receiving tasks non-stop, and the iron man also If you can't help it, it's no wonder you have problems."
Seeing Xu Lang who was silent, Yan Yan suddenly flashed a sly in his eyes, got up from his chair and asked, "How much time do you have to go out this month?"
"About 36 hours, what's wrong?"
"I'll take you to a place!"
After saying this, Yan Yan walked over, no matter whether Xu Lang wanted it or not, he pulled him up and took him out. Xu Lang had no choice but to follow him away.
The two walked straight out of the newspaper, Yan Yan raised their eyes and glanced at the cloudless sky, and couldn't help but sighed sincerely: "Today is really a good day."
Xu Lang gave him a weird look, put his abnormal left hand into his pocket, and asked, "Where are you taking me?"
"Come with me." Yan Yan dropped such a sentence and looked around, as if looking for something, and finally saw the shared bicycle across the street and pointed, "We'drove' there to go there. "
Yan Yan and Xu Lang, the top veterans of the two newspapers, rode shared bicycles in the city on a sunny day.
The gentle breeze blowing on people's faces is very comfortable and cool. It seems that after death has covered his eyes, the summer has also reached the end. It is not so hot, but not so cold, making people comfortable.
It's just that Xu Lang looked around with some worry, and said to the stern, who was slowly riding the bicycle, "You and I should be wanted by the police. What if something happens if you ride slowly?"
"What about him, do you care?" Yan Yan chuckled softly against the sun.
Xu Lang seemed to understand the meaning of Yan Yan's remarks, and did not say much, just enjoying the morning weather.
Xu Lang swears that he has never cycled such a long road, and even though the weather is very good, he can't stand the ride for such a long time. Xu Lang is sour all over, he is really unable to ride, and he looks natural and stern. In other words, he somewhat lamented his lack of physical strength.
"I can't ride anymore. It's been more than an hour. Where is the place you are talking about?" Xu Lang was a little lazy. He pushed the bicycle down and sat on the road crocks without any image, and touched his face with his right hand. Khan on.
Yan Yan stopped the car and sat on the bicycle and turned around and glanced at Xu Lang: "What's the point of this amount of exercise for you?"
"I just returned, did you arrange another task for me?" Xu Lang stared, his breath was a little confused, and he seemed to be really tired.
Yan Yan chuckled lightly and raised his head toward the front: "Hold up, it's ahead!" After saying this, he was already riding again.
Seeing the farther and farther Yan Yan, Xu Lang muttered a few words, helplessly helped the bicycle up, and suffocated his energy to catch up.
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"Yan Yan, if you just let me run for two hours for no reason, just to see this building, let's fight a game and divide the outcome!" Xu Lang's complexion was pale, and he looked at the building in front of him. The high-rise skyscrapers gritted his teeth and squeezed out this sentence.
"Do you know what is special about this building?" Yan Yan stood tall and straight, ignoring Xu Lang's hatred, and looked up at the building straight into the sky.
"No matter how special it is, it is just a building!" Xu Lang was a little puzzled, but he was still very depressed.
Yan Yan's emotions seemed to have changed a little when he saw this building. Longing and hope slowly spread from his body, and his eyes were full of memories: "This is the place where I lived when I was a child. I lived here until I was 10 years old..."
Xu Lang's thoughts were infected by this sentiment. As he flew farther and farther, it was the first time he heard Yan Yan talk about his past life. He looked at the building a little dazed: "Is this your home?"
"It turns out that this is a bungalow. I was born here. I live in a 20-square-meter hut. It leaks rain in summer and wind in winter. I see my mother once a year. My father will come back to meet when he has no money and is drunk, but most of the time , I am here alone." Yan Yan's voice is very calm, like the breeze surrounding him at this moment, without any ups and downs, just quietly speaking.
"This is your home..."
"No, my home is not here." Yan Yan blinked suddenly, turned his head with a smile, and said to Xu Lang, "I will take you to see my home."
Xu Lang is still watching this building, dreaming about the bungalow that Yan Yan said 20 years ago, a teenager, and a 20-square-meter hut.
When he recalled, Yan Yan had already rode a long way out, and Xu Lang had to follow him to send forward again, to Yan Yan's "home".
It was another half-hour ride. Just when Xu Lang was a little unable to carry it, Yan Yan, the leader, stopped in front of an artificial lake. This is a park, but it looks like it is in the artificial lake. The periphery of Yanyan is his home.
After Xu Lang arrived, Yan Yan was standing near a wooden telephone pole, rubbing slowly with his palm, carefully and with some joy and comfort. This telephone pole was on the edge of the artificial lake, but it looked very old. Old and a bit skewed.
"this is… "
Yan Yan’s eyes were bright, and the wind was blowing the ends of his hair. He stroked the rough telephone poles as if stroking his dear relatives. His voice was quiet and soft like a drizzle: "This is my relative. …"
"Family..." Xu Lang walked forward two steps, looking at this telephone pole, not very understanding.
"After the age of twelve, I had no relatives, only her, my grandma, she brought me up and became my only relative. We were crowded in the garbage room, and an old woman picking up garbage brought a picker. The rubbish boy has depended on each other for many years."
Just listening to this story is sad and touching enough, even Xu Lang put his emotions into it.
"Then your grandma..."
"She didn't survive the winter of 2006, and she froze to death in the garbage room." Yan Yan's tone was very flat, as if she was not talking about the pain of life and death, and there was no sadness on his face, some just The warmth I have ever felt.
"I burned her body and the garbage room on fire. The fire burned all night. There was no cemetery and no ashes. It was just the electric pole in front of the door that became her tombstone." Yan Yan squatted down and said Some scattered soil was filled.
"My contact has kept this telephone pole. Although I can't put incense and burn paper, I fill it with soil every time I pass by, which is regarded as a worship, so this is my home."
Xu Lang nodded and squatted aside, adding a handful of soil to him, "So you want me to forget my regrets and face it calmly?"
"No!" Yan Yan blinked at Xu Lang suddenly, chuckled and said: "I just let you relax." (End of this chapter)