Note 30340: The hostess committed suicide by jumping off the building. When he came back tomorrow night, he heard many people gathered downstairs to watch the fun and chatter, but it had nothing to do with him. He just walked into the elevator slowly with a guide stick.
Ming Tian's hair was slightly damp, with water dripping from the ends, but he did not wipe it. Instead, he sat down at the desk as usual, took out paper and a blind pen, and began to record something.
This is a habit for tomorrow. He needed to do something to pass the long dark time and prove that he had indeed lived in this world, and pen and paper were the best traces.
When he sat alone in the darkness, he couldn't even notice his breathing and heartbeat. It felt like lying in a rotting coffin, unable to do anything but wait for death, even his bones were stiff.
The blind pen pierced the thick kraft paper, making a rhythmic sound. The patter of rain outside the window washed away the blood stains left on the ground when the woman committed suicide by jumping off the building, returning everything to its original point.
Tomorrow was lying in front of the desk, lowering his head and writing something. The air conditioner in the room slowly dried his hair.
My upstairs neighbor died today.
I don’t know if I’ve ever met her, spoken to her before, and I don’t even know her name. We finally met today, but it was through her death.
And I finally discovered something that is absolutely sexually fair in this world.
Tomorrow slowly left two words on the paper: death.
This is the ending that everyone must know. We cannot master the script of life, but we know the ending from birth. People are rich, poor, blind, weak, sick and mute. They are all different. Therefore, they are divided into three, six or nine levels, which is unfair in itself.
The only thing that is probably the same is that no matter how long we live, we will eventually die.
This is the only fairness given by fate.
Ming was not wearing sunglasses at this time, but due to years of habit, his eyes were still closed. Her eyelashes are long and dark, like crow feathers, casting a shadow under her eyes. Because she is close to the window, a little white light belonging to the moonlight falls on the tip of her tall nose. There is a shallow mole on the neck, which is extremely eye-catching against the cold white skin.
I once thought about doing the same thing as her, but it was the same death, but slightly different. She chose to leave everything behind and leave this world, but when I was on the verge of death, I always wanted to take something with me, just like a drowning person would drag the living on the shore into the water.
After I finished writing this sentence tomorrow, I paused for a long time. The sharp blind pen was hanging in the air, as if hesitating whether to drop it. Finally, I dug a hole and started to write:
I met him again, Xiao Jinang...
Ming Tian seemed to be afraid that he would forget the name, so he wrote twice on the paper:
I never believed there was such a thing as coincidence in the world, but now I have to believe it. Even though I couldn't see him, I seemed to notice his presence every time I turned around. I don't think he has any mental illness either, he just has some minor worries that normal people would have.
He likes candy, ice cream, and maybe all sweets.
He will be unemployed in two months, has no savings, and is so poor that he cannot even afford a box of candy. I don't know how he is going to have three meals a day and pay the rent.
After I finished writing this sentence tomorrow, I slowly put down my pen and sat alone at the desk, seemingly in a daze. After a while, I didn't know what I thought of and added another sentence:
I seem a little worried about him remembering...
Yes, worry.
These two words were like a tight thread with something heavy hanging at the end, pulling him further and further away from death.
The rain cleared and it was a new day.
Editor Lin accidentally twisted her waist while dancing in the square last night, which caused her to go to work a little late today. She didn't arrive late until after the lunch break. While he was lamenting that he was getting older, he was about to go into the office to lie down and take a rest, and to settle the monthly rent with the office building manager, but he was stopped by Xiao Jinang before he even entered the door.
Xiao Jinang was holding a stack of paper in his hand, and he didn't know what was written on it. He seemed to be waiting for Bian Lin to go to work. When he saw this, he immediately chased after him with bright eyes: "Boss, boss~"
It's this stupid boy again.
Bian Lin felt that something was wrong, and even his tone became wary: "What are you doing?"
Xiao Jinang was like a happy puppy, even his slightly curly hair exuded joy: "Boss, I wrote a story last night, can you read it for me?"
Editor Lin was stunned for a moment before realizing what he was talking about: "Do you want to submit a manuscript?"
It's really strange, what can this stupid boy write
Xiao Jinang pecked at the rice and nodded: "I think!"
Editor Lin has suffered severe "psychological damage", which has caused him to no longer want to get involved in anything related to the literary world. He has not even contacted his old friends. He just wants to clean up the mess and leave.
Editor Lin originally wanted to refuse, but looking at Xiao Jinang's expectant eyes, he frowned and hesitated for a moment, then took the manuscript over -
This move was not because of kindness, but because he was really curious about what Xiao Jinang, a foolish boy with no heart, could write.
At this time, Bian Lin's curiosity was greater than his vigilance, so much so that he forgot the saying "Curiosity killed the cat": "Okay, I'll take it in and take a look, and I'll give you an answer later. You go to work first. "
After saying this, he tucked the manuscript under his arm, then turned and entered the office, closing the door with a click.
After all, this was Xiao Jinang's first time writing a manuscript, so he would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. He squatted quietly by the door, putting his ear close to the gap, ready to wait for Bian Lin's "summons" at any time.
The company is about to close down. Editor Lin's work is not too much, but not too much. He finished what he was doing, then made a cup of strong tea, sat at the table and put on his glasses, finally ready to "observe" Xiao Jinang's masterpiece.
I don’t know what theme Xiao Jinang writes about, fantasy? Or the city? Refreshing themes such as cultivating immortals and the King of War seem to be very popular recently.
Bian Lin took a sip of tea and slowly opened the first page. What he saw was a line of handwriting that was as neat as printed on a computer:
Once upon a time, in a distant interstellar space station, there were a bunch of shiny diamonds and a beautiful interstellar executive. And among that pile of diamonds, there is the kindest and cutest little diamond. Its name is Little King Kong~
"puff!"
After reading the first line, Editor Lin spit out the tea in his mouth, and then burst into an earth-shattering cough. He almost choked to death before he could catch his breath: "Cough cough cough... cough cough cough cough..."
Bian Lin hammered his chest hard and finally took a breath. He took the pile of manuscripts over and took a look at them. Then he began to doubt life and wiped his face in disbelief:
Putting aside the childish writing style of a primary school student, the protagonist in Xiao Jinang's novel is actually a diamond? ? ? ? A diamond? ? ! ! Although there are situations in fantasy novels where the protagonist is non-human, but diamonds? ?
Editor Lin no longer knows what language to use to comment on this work, and his head is buzzing. He read this pile of short stories of about 20,000 words with an expression of observing a masterpiece, and then sat in a chair and fell into a sluggish state.
“…”
How should I put it, Bian Lin feels that he has a little regret now, and it's not just an ordinary regret, it's quite a regret. What's wrong with him? Knowing clearly that Xiao Jinang's brain is lacking, but still reading what he wrote, isn't this pouring poison into his own brain
Editor Lin took a sip of strong tea to calm down his shock, and then walked out of the office with the manuscript on the table, ready to return it to Xiao Jinang. When he opened the door, he saw the other party guarding the door, and subconsciously took two steps back: "What are you doing?"
When Xiao Jinang saw him, his eyes immediately lit up: "Boss, boss, have you read my manuscript?"
Although Lin Bianmian is kind, he actually has a nickname in the industry: a powder keg. Once he sees a piece of work that he doesn't like, his words are venomous, and he wants to stab people to death. When they first joined the circle, Shen Liang and others were stabbed by his mouth, not to mention Xiao Jinang.
As can be imagined, Editor Lin was furious with what he wrote. He rolled the manuscript into a stick shape and banged his palms: "What are you writing? The protagonist is a diamond? Have you ever seen a story where the protagonist is a diamond? A novel? It’s not even a living thing! Why not fall in love with the air? It’s not enough for love, so don’t make me angry by writing about it!”
After saying this, he threw the manuscript heavily into Xiao Jinang's arms and went to the smoking room in the corridor to calm down.
"Click—"
Hearing Bian Lin's words, Xiao Jinang's glass heart shattered to the ground. He never expected that he would be scolded like this for the first time he tried to write a novel, and his heart felt so cold.
Xiao Jinang held his manuscript in his arms and walked to his desk in despair. After a few breaths, he suddenly lowered his head and buried his face on the desk, motionless:
qaq嘤嘤嘤, he wants to cry for a while.
Bian Lin smoked a cigarette in the smoking room. When he came back, he saw Xiao Jinang lying motionless on the table. He walked up and knocked on the table next to him: "Hey, hey, what are you doing lying down? The lunch break has already passed. Get up and work quickly.”
He is so young but still a grown man, how can he be so unable to bear the blow. I remember that all the authors he had under his control were shameless, and it didn't hurt to point their noses at them and scold them.
Xiao Jinang didn't move, and his voice was muffled: "Boss, I'm sad."
The system program is anthropomorphic. If you feel sad, it will take a certain amount of time to get out of it. Bian Lin's words were so vicious that Xiao Jinang was now in a state of severe sadness and it would take two hours to return to normal.
Bian Lin hissed: "If you want to be sad and go home to be sad, don't fish for me here with a salary. Get up and work, okay?"
"No," Xiao Jinang whispered, "because I'm still sad."
Bian Lin choked up: "Don't you want to work anymore? If you don't want to work, leave as soon as possible. If you stop working when you feel sad, my company can't open yet?!"
Xiao Jinang still maintained the decadent posture of putting his face on the table: "Boss, aren't you about to go bankrupt?"
Bian Lin received a knowing blow and subconsciously covered his heart: "..."
Damn, I’m so angry at skr!
Editor Lin was so angry that he slammed the table: "Even if I have to go bankrupt in two months, at least I haven't gone bankrupt yet, right?! You are so young, how can you not be able to withstand setbacks? If you have a difficult boss to scold you in the future, Are you planning to jump off the building? I’m telling you, you’re going to be doomed in society!”
His original intention was to wake him up by scolding him, but Xiao Jinang felt even sadder after hearing this. The specific manifestation was that he silently got under the table, buried his face in his knees, and entered a closed state.
Bian Lin was dumbfounded when he saw this, wondering what kind of operation this was: "Xiao... Xiao Jinang, what are you doing?"
Xiao Jinang is very obedient and answers every question: "Boss, I am autistic."
Editor Lin: "..."
Bian Lin finally remembered that Xiao Jinang seemed to have told him yesterday that he had psychological problems. When he saw this, he stammered: "You... why don't you go to the hospital?"
Xiao Jinang: "It doesn't matter, you don't have to worry about me, just let me shut up for a while."
Editor Lin: "..."
Seeing that Xiao Jinang was determined not to go to the hospital, Editor Lin had no choice but to return to the office three times at a time. He sat down in front of the desk and stared at the computer screen in front of him for a moment. Suddenly he lay on the desk and beat the desk and cried bitterly:
Wuwuwu, what evil has he done! He is about to go home and sell sweet potatoes. Why did he recruit such a weird employee? God is going to kill him!
Thanks to Tang Yan, everyone in the author group basically knew that Xiao Jinang was going to write a novel. They usually go online in the afternoon and are already chatting away.
Shen Liang was worried: After he finished writing the manuscript, he wouldn't directly show it to Editor Lin, right
Chu Xinian seemed to have guessed the outcome: he would most likely be scolded.
Tang Yan was more optimistic: Probably not, Bian Lin's temper has improved a lot.
Shen Liang wondered: When did it happen
Tang Yan: Since you two died, his temper has become much better, because no one can make him angry anymore.
One is a bloody person, and the other is a procrastinator.
Shen Liang&Chu Xinian:…
Chen Xiao rarely stayed out of the situation: Editor Lin? Who is Bian Lin
Shen Liang finally found a chance to confront him: You are an external author. Of course you don't know Bian Lin. Go, go, what does this have to do with you
Chen Xiao sneered, thinking that Shen Liang could actually use such a vulgar method of forming a group to exclude foreigners? But he was really confused, why was there no one he knew in this group? ! Where did Rong Xuan, that litigator who loved to tease beauties, die? !
I don't know if I felt Chen Xiao's "loneliness". After a few seconds, the number of people online in the group quietly changed, and Rong Xuan actually came online.
Rong Xuan read the group chat content from beginning to end, raised his eyebrows slightly, and touched his chin to express doubts: Huh? Little King Kong actually started writing a book
Chen Xiao: He wants to make money. How about you teach him? I heard that the quickest way to make money is written in the Criminal Code.
Rong Xuan: In the "Criminal Law", money is earned but spent. As a professional lawyer, I will not do such immoral things. If the circumstances of abetting a crime are serious, he will be sentenced. Let him write a book.
Xiao Jinang was originally autistic, but when he heard the group messages kept popping up, he finally couldn't help but turn on his phone, and then replied with a sad look on his face: I may not be suitable for writing books.
Everyone saw him bubbling and raised their eyebrows in unison.
Shen Liang: You weren’t really scolded by Editor Lin, were you
Chu Xinian looked calm: he must have been scolded.
Tang Yan: Did he kick your ass
Chen Xiao: Does he curse better than me
Rong Xuan: Did you record it
The first few items were normal, but the last one was a bit confusing. Xiao Jinang asked blankly: Why is it necessary to record
Rong Xuan: Oh, it’s nothing. I just suddenly remembered that openly insulting others can be punished by a detention of not more than 5 days or a fine of not more than 500 yuan. If the circumstances are serious, the person can be detained for not less than 5 days but not more than 10 days, and can also be fined not more than 500 yuan.
After he finished speaking, he asked seriously: Are you short of money recently? If necessary, I can provide you with off-site legal assistance. Although the mental damage fee may only be a few hundred yuan, it should be enough for a meal.
Chen Xiao thinks this idea is great: then he will lose his job tomorrow and miss out on two months' salary of 7,000 yuan, just to earn a few hundred yuan in mental damage compensation.
Rong Xuan disagrees: The fairness of the law cannot be measured by money.
Shen Liang was confused from beginning to end: What are they talking about
Chu Xinian exposed the truth: they wanted to blackmail Lin.
Rong Xuan sensitively reminded: Please pay attention to your wording, the word "blackmail" is not appropriate.
Chu Xinian smiled slightly: Sorry, let me change the words appropriately.
Rong Xuan: For example
Chu Xinian: You want to blackmail Lin Bian.
Rong Xuan:…
Both of them are talkative, making the already chaotic group chat even more confusing. Xiao Jinang saw them chatting in a group chat and making sarcastic remarks. There was obviously no curse word in a word, but every sentence seemed to be cursing. He suddenly felt sincere admiration for the breadth and depth of the Chinese language -
No wonder Bian Meng couldn't get online while diving. He was wise.
Xiao Jinang squatted under the table and shut himself up for two hours, then slowly crawled out. When he looked at the time, he found that it was already time to get off work, so he left the company without any psychological burden.
Rong Xuan once said that without overtime pay, you are losing money every extra second you stay in the company, except for the air conditioning.
It was getting dark outside, and the roadside was covered with water from last night's rain. Xiao Jinang put his hands into his coat pockets and wandered slowly on the street. Unknowingly, he walked downstairs to Mingzhou's house—
There was no other way, he didn't know any other place.
Xiao Jinang sat on a bench by the roadside, lowered his head and stepped on the stagnant water on the roadside. Thinking of what Bian Lin scolded him today, his heart still felt cold. He couldn't help but raise his head at a 45-degree angle and look at the sky sadly:
qaq turns out to be a diamond that is easily injured...
The residential area is very quiet tomorrow morning, with a lot of greenery nearby. Xiao Jinang was sitting alone on a bench emoting when he suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from the flower bed on the roadside. He looked subconsciously and saw a thin black and white cat stumbling out of the haystack.
Xiao Jinang had never seen such a thin and ugly cat. The cat was so thin that even its ribs were protruding, its belly was drooped, as if only a layer of soft skin was left, its fur was dull, and its pink flesh could be faintly seen.
For some reason, its right eye was glowing an abnormal greenish color, and it stumbled when walking. It was obvious that its vision was affected.
Xiao Jinang saw the cat walking towards the middle of the road, and subconsciously stepped forward to stop it. However, the cat was very alert. As soon as it saw him coming, it immediately turned around and got into the grass again, and arched its body to issue a warning. :
"Meow!"
Xiao Jinang squatted next to the grass, scratched his head when he heard the words, and then imitated the cat's cry: "Meow?"
The tabby cat meowed and backed away, trying to scare Xiao Jinang away: "Meow, meow, meow!!!!"
Xiao Jinang tilted his head: "Meow, meow, meow?"
The tabby cat's voice became sharper: "Meow!"
Xiao Jinang: "Meow~"
One of them and one cat, they squatted on the roadside and called each other for a long time. Finally, the tabby cat seemed to have lost its energy and lay down a little tired, looking miserable.
Upon seeing this, Xiao Jinang stepped forward and wanted to take it out. As soon as he reached out, the cat suddenly reacted and stood up from the ground, turned around and hid in the corner.
It was unknown whether it had been beaten by passers-by. When it saw Xiao Jinang raising his hand, it reflexively curled up and began to tremble uncontrollably.
Xiao Jinang can sense the energy of all living organisms, and the tabby cat in front of him seems to be in bad condition. He hesitated for a moment, then took off his coat, gently wrapped the tabby cat in his arms.
He checked the kitten's right eye and found that the eyeball was abnormally cloudy. He said to himself: "So you can't see either."
The kitten seemed a little scared in his arms, and its cry was finally not as sharp as before, but trembling: "Meow~"
Xiao Jinang lowered his eyes and looked at its shriveled belly: "Are you hungry? Let me find you something to eat."
As soon as he said the words, he realized that he seemed to have no money. He hesitated for a moment, and finally took out his mobile phone, then pressed the numbers one by one and called tomorrow.
A black button cell phone was lying quietly on the coffee table. It suddenly vibrated and sounded a gentle and cold smart tone: Please note that there is an unknown caller, the number is 1, 3, 4, 2...
I was making dinner tomorrow morning when I suddenly heard my cell phone ringing and walked out of the kitchen gropingly. He rarely answered unknown calls. He originally wanted to hang up, but he didn't know what to think of. He hesitated for a moment and pressed the answer button: "Hello?"
"Doctor Ming~"
A familiar and excited voice came from the other end of the phone. It was Xiao Jinang: "Are you at home?"
Hearing this, Ming Zhou smiled for some unknown reason. Although the curve on his lips was very slight, it quickly disappeared: "I'm at home. What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"
Xiao Jinang didn't know why, but when he heard Ming Zhou's gentle and gentle words, he couldn't help but turn around in a circle while holding the little tabby cat he picked up in the grass. He lowered his head and said, "No, I just picked up one." It’s a little kitten. It seems a little hungry, but I don’t have money to buy cat food for it... "
Tomorrow understood what he meant: "Where are you now? I'll go find you."
After saying that, he fumbled for his wallet key and prepared to go out. However, before he could go out, he heard Xiao Jinang say: "Me? I'm downstairs at your house."
Ming Tian paused and asked in surprise: "Are you downstairs in my house?"
Xiao Jinang told the truth: "I just came here for a walk when I got off work, and then I saw the kitten. Doctor Ming, which floor do you live on? Can I take the kitten up to find you?"
Hearing this, Ming Zhou couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. After all, he had never brought anyone to his home before, and his tone was vaguely at a loss: "Come to my house?"
Xiao Jinang asked cautiously: "Is it okay?"
Ming Tian unconsciously held the phone tightly, not knowing how to refuse. After a moment, he finally said: "Then... then come up..."
The sound of the last word faintly disappeared in the air, as if he had made a compromise with something.
Tomorrow, I told Xiao Jinang the floor number, then spoke to the security guard downstairs, said hello, and then sat quietly on the sofa waiting for Xiao Jinang to come up.
Three minutes later, the doorbell rang outside.
Hearing the sound tomorrow, he subconsciously got up and walked towards the door. As a result, he felt a little uneasy and his knee was knocked by the coffee table. Ignoring the pain, he held on to the wall and groped his way to the door, then opened it.
"Dr. Ming,"
Xiao Jinang stood outside the door, holding a thin little tabby cat in his arms, smiling so hard that his eyes narrowed, waving hello to Ming Zhou like a lucky cat:
"Hello~"