Beat Generation

"Don't look!"

Zhuang Mei felt that slightly sweaty hand pinch her neck, forcing her whole face to be pressed into the pillow.

She could only open her mouth and breathe heavily. This difficult breathing caused her whole body to rise and fall, like a drowning person struggling to survive.

The right hand tied to the head of the bed has lost consciousness, and Zhuang Mei's left hand tightly grasped the sheet, and the poor sheet has been wrinkled into a ball of mournful flowers.

The flowers are sometimes budding, sometimes blooming slightly, sometimes blooming recklessly, and finally, slowly withering and withering piece by piece.

at last.

A phone call shattered the frenzy in the room.

Zhuang Mei could feel the sweaty hands move away from her body, and the body left with it.

The back was burning hot, every inch of the skin seemed to be smeared with strong wine and then set on fire, spreading and burning.Zhuang Mei coughed, her sweaty face emerged from the pillow, and she looked at the sparkling mirror on the right.

In the mirror, everything can be seen at a glance.

She untied her numb right hand, climbed off the bed tremblingly, and fell to the floor in embarrassment with a "crack".

"Why, you can't learn to wait, I, come back, come on the bed."

As soon as the words fell, there was a "click", and the phone slammed towards Zhuang Mei viciously!

"Ah!" Zhuang Mei woke up from her dream!The air conditioner in the room seemed to have stopped, and the room was surprisingly cold. Zhuang Mei shivered. She touched the scar on her forehead, and it started to hurt again.

what is the date today?

Zhuang Mei turned on the small orange table lamp and looked through the desk calendar presented by the company this year, November [-]th.

On September [-]th, October [-]th, November [-]th, in a week, she will return to the company.Zhuang Mei's hand was always covering the faint scar on his forehead. It was not a strange nightmare just now, but a real occurrence, and it was the origin of this scar.

It was too cold in the room, it was also cold in the bed, and the hot water bottle was also cold. Zhuang Mei put on her coat, got out of the bed and went to the living room to pour some hot water to warm her stomach.

The living room was dark, and the switch was out of order. She had to go back to the room to pick up her own battery-powered lamp. In the dim orange light, she didn't go to the living room to pour hot water, but went to the bathroom in a mysterious way, locked the door, and turned to the bathroom. There was only one mirror in this room, and he stared at himself in the mirror with a frown.

"Zhuang Mei, don't be afraid, everything will be fine. Tomorrow is a new day."

"Zhuang Mei, don't be afraid, everything will be fine. Tomorrow is a new day."

"Zhuang Mei, don't be afraid, everything will be fine. Tomorrow is a new day."

"Zhuang Mei, don't be afraid, everything will be fine. Tomorrow is a new day."

"Zhuang Mei, don't be afraid, everything will be fine. Tomorrow is a new day."

......... She repeated this sentence like an automatic repeater, and gradually stared at her own eyes in the mirror, until her mouth was dry, then she covered her mouth, and after a while, her complexion returned to normal He went to the thermos bottle in the living room and poured a glass of water, gulping it down.

"Zhuang Mei, don't be afraid, everything will be fine. Tomorrow is a new day." After entering the bed, she closed her eyes and repeated this sentence again.