The atmosphere in the car suddenly became dull because of Xia Zhiming's words. Ye Zhao kept looking at him from the rearview mirror with obvious concern in his eyes.
As Xia Zhiming said, most people don't know the exact situation.
Although many people expressed doubts about the list and death and injury data released by the government, and used various logical analyses to prove their conjectures, it set off a wave of discussions, and even became the main source of daily chat for all kinds of people from old to young. topic. However, most people who participate in the discussion are not those who face death directly behind the data. They will be indignant, sympathetic, sad, worried... There will be all kinds of similar emotions, but they will rarely rise to pain, like After all, people's feelings about the death of a stranger and the death of a loved one are different.
Therefore, in the face of Xia Zhiming's pain, Ye Zhao could understand, but could not empathize. And because I couldn't feel the same way, I didn't even know where to start with comfort.
However, Xia Zhiming really didn't need comfort, he just needed a place where he could vent his emotions temporarily, and he didn't need to worry about anything else.
To be precise, the people around Ye Zhao, including Ye Zhao himself, belong to the same type of people—they are strong enough, courageous, and fearless. They may be momentarily powerless and dazed because they walk into a fork in the road, but they will soon be able to figure it out. , get up again, and move on in another direction.
After hanging his head and being silent for a long time, Xia Zhiming reached out and rubbed his face twice and raised his head. His eyes were still bloodshot, and his frowning eyebrows were exhausted, but his color seemed to have recovered a lot.
Just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by Nie Renyan, who seemed to be concentrating on driving to avoid going the wrong way.
"I've been thinking just now, why do you have to choose between these two situations?" He held the steering wheel with both hands, and kept his eyes on the road ahead.
It was this kind of lazy tone that made Nie Renyan feel like he was being beaten up when he said anything on weekdays.
However, this time, Xia Zhiming had no urge to kick that face at all, but looked at Nie Renyan's eyes in the rearview mirror and waited silently for him to continue.
"The two assumptions you made are both habitual thoughts created by the people above. To put it bluntly, their thoughts are covering you. If you want me to say, you have been in public office for a long time and your mind has become rigid. It's a dead end, it's just a matter of turning a corner."
Xia Zhiming frowned and asked, "What dead end?"
Nie Renyan glanced at him in the rearview mirror: "The people above don't think the news is necessarily credible, how about you?"
Impressive in an instant!
Yup! Such a simple question, how can you devolve yourself into it!
Xia Zhiming suddenly felt that he was simply stupid! I don't know which of the two situations is worse, it's all a stumbling block for myself! It's all bullshit! In the past two days, I was persuaded to faint by Xie Tou'er, so I was brainwashed by the Mandarin that was thrown from the top, and followed the thinking of the above people...
He and those superiors,