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The sunlight was like a bowl of overturned tea flowing on the ground, and even the lifeless green belt was brightened up a bit, and the scorching ultraviolet light could be ignored just by looking at it from the window.Zhong Shuli came out of the bathroom and wiped his hair with a dry towel.The mobile phone on the dining table vibrated, he clicked on the message, and the movement of wiping his hair gradually decreased. He read the whole email with a frown, looked at Lu Shijun who was tearing the toast slowly, and said, "What is this?" Situation, did LS send the complete employment contract to my email address?"

The other party put on a smug smile: "I think it probably means literally."

The phone echoed clearly on the desktop: "I don't remember that the LS HR Department ever asked me about my wishes."

"I promised it for you, and left and right you haven't found a job after the exhibition."

Zhong Shuli tilted his head, nodded again and said, "Then have you asked me what I think? Why do you make decisions for me?"

Lu Shijun raised her head slightly: "I just think LS is suitable for you. If you don't advertise, what else do you want to do?"

"So," Zhong Shuli put on a sneering smile, "Director Lu abused his power and decided on Zhong's appointment casually?"

"Then you arbitrarily promoted me and changed my position back then, wasn't it an abuse of power?"

Zhong Shuli was silent for two seconds, then picked up the phone, turned around and said, "I have something to do today, please tell HR, thank them for their kindness, I can't report it anymore."

Opposite Lu Shijun, who was stuck in the same place with the tableware, shuddered as if suddenly awakened by the muffled sound of closing the door. He hurriedly swallowed the rest of the breakfast, got up and left the table.

It's not that the two have never had disputes before, such as the design of a certain plan, the addition of a certain type of furniture by Lu Shijun, and the evaluation of the taste of the restaurant. There are much more drastic situations than this.It's just that this time the other party lost his temper for no reason, and it was too early to cede territory to seek peace or plead guilty, he was just faintly disappointed and irritable.

The aluminum-yellow small van stopped at the foot of the mountain, and two men stepped out, trekking up the mountain with dense black teeth.At first the steps were flat and neat, and the two walked silently one after the other, but when they reached the muddy place, Zhong Shuli turned his back on the person in front.It's not the season for sweeping graves, passers-by carried by a lotus hoe in twos and threes can be vaguely seen on the winding mountain road, even if they pass by each other, they don't bother each other with their own concerns.Stopping in front of a solid and smooth stone, Zhong Shuli took out the gloves and sickle from his bag, weeded the weeds from the tomb, turned around and walked to the open space, took out a newspaper and spread it on the ground and sat on the ground.The clouds were shifting, cloudy and cloudy, and the sky looked like a TV screen with flashing snowflakes.

The person in front of the tombstone squatted down, and raised the hem of his khaki trousers, revealing a piece of iron-black bracket. He stretched out his hand to caress the smiling photo on the tombstone, as if he was afraid of wearing out the face on it, and finally healed his trembling body. Fingertips burned into the scarlet inscription - "Tomb of Beloved Daughter Nie Xunyuan".He took out a piece of exquisite cake and placed it in front of the tomb. The transparent wrapping paper rustled in the wind, and the insects on the ground hurriedly crawled around the crack.

After murmuring for a while, Fang Yu stood up slowly, and said to Zhong Shuli who was not far away: "Come here, I want to confirm something with you."

"After the car accident that year, Xun Yuan was not rescued, and I was in a coma in the hospital for more than a month. Xun Yuan's father was hit hard, and when he heard the news, he fainted and fell on the stairs, causing serious fractures. At that time, the person who replaced you was still alive. During the judicial mediation process, the compensation has not yet arrived, which made the family even worse. In desperation, they launched an online fundraising project, published their account ID cards, and received a small donation. Waiting for compensation later With the money paid, the hole in the Nie family was finally mended."

This is the first time in four years that Fang Yu described the situation after the car accident to Zhong Shuli in detail. His tone was very calm, as if he was relaying the plot in the news.

"After the livelihood was barely maintained, the Nie family tried to avoid this matter as much as possible. Even if I told them that the appearance of the perpetrator in my memory did not match the one in court, they only thought that my memory was wrong after the car accident."

"It's far away. What I want to say is that I visited Nie's house a while ago. Xunyuan's mother told me that apart from regular remittances every month after the earthquake, there was another person who had been incessantly since four years ago. Send them 1000 yuan a month."

Fang Yu stopped, and his eyes fell on the sky that was sewn with the foot of the mountain. The mountains were so noisy, the chirping of cicadas of unknown ages, the occasional chirping of birds coming from the sky, and the voices of short-haired people all happily squeezed into his ears. As for not hearing the whispers of death.

"The Nie family wants me to help investigate the remitter and tell them not to send any more remittances. The remittance after the earthquake is yours, I guess; but the account that has lasted for more than four years, only you should know who it is."

He saw Zhong Shuli twist the shirt on the left side of his abdomen, and added: "That account has been transferred through foreign exchange for the past three years."

"You go first," Fang Yu felt the other party's seemingly incapable pause, "I will walk slowly on the way down the mountain. There is a bus stop not far from the foot of the mountain."

"You don't have to come with me in the future, of course you can come if you want. I made a girlfriend, and she may come with me next year; if I get married in the future, I will show her my wife and children." He suddenly I smiled and burst into tears, "I will gradually forget the past. One day, when the house is full of children and grandchildren, I will let the children send me up, so that she can see how I am old and weak with gray hair."

The girl in the photo is always young and beautiful, proudly facing the wind, frost, rain and dew in the mountains, but when she is submerged among the same stones, no one can distinguish her at a glance.

"Can you do it alone?" Zhong Shuli finally asked.

"Okay, let's go. If it was Xun Yuan, she would let you go now, so you should let yourself go too."

Zhong Shuli put away the tools, ran down the mountain like an arrow from the string, started the engine, his mind was in chaos, but there was a voice anxiously directing his way forward.When the car stopped, he looked towards the floor where the curtains were half-opened, only then remembered that today was a working day, and drove towards LS again.

Some floors of LS require employee cards to enter and exit freely. He never asked Lu Shijun which floor he was on, and it was difficult for him to tolerate his behavior of breaking into the office building and disturbing other people's work, so he had to stand at the door to calm himself down. A beating heart and a skin that is about to burst.

Only Gao Zhan and Qiao Zhan knew the truth about the accident five years ago, and he never mentioned it to outsiders.In the past three years, with the burden of conscience, he struggled to redraw the ruts behind his feet. The feeling of loneliness and powerlessness could engulf him at any time, so that he could not sleep peacefully.However, without his knowledge, there was a person who silently bore the guilt for himself. When he hit the rocks and sank, he was like a tracker walking alone under the scorching sun, pulling the blood-sucking rope, trying his best to get himself close to the beach sunlight on.

"Zhong Shuli, why are you at the door?" He turned around and saw Liang Jing passing by. A while ago, due to temporary work, the two met each other in LS company. Forget about the existence of the other party.

He rushed forward and put his shoulders on the other side: "Jingjing, do you know which floor Lu Shijun is on, can you take me to see him?"

"Mr. Lu's office is on the ninth floor, but he is not in the company. I saw him go out with a client not long ago. If you are in a hurry, you might as well give him a call."

"Thank you, then I'll wait for him here." Zhong Shuli has returned to the appearance of the troubled man who never changes in Liang Jing's eyes. The scream was quickly swallowed by the soothing sound of music.After watching Liang Jing walk into the hall, he stood there and waited for another two or three hours. When he saw the first quarter moon hanging in the sky, Fang felt his legs hurt and left.

There was still no one at home, and he was wandering aimlessly in the streets. When he was squatting at the back door smoking a cigarette, Master Liu caught him straight: "Xiao Gao, did you have dinner? Why did you come here alone?"

He raised his head and looked at the unfamiliar facade, only to remember that he had never seen the back door of Liu Ji Tangbao shop. There was a brass-colored anti-theft door embedded between the blue bricks, which seemed a bit out of place.Maybe my former self would still blame everything, but I have been in touch with all kinds of back kitchens that are no different from stinky gutters. I have seen the appearance of mosquitoes and flies circling leftovers from vegetables, and I understand that every city has such pus-filled streets. Covers the surface finely.He was invited to walk into the store, just when the guests were full, a waitress nimbly passed between the square tables and benches and the crowd, and greeted him: "Mr. Gao, the friend who came with you last time is upstairs alone. Are you going to say hello to dinner?"

Zhong Shuli was stunned for a moment, nodded and said: "Okay, please take me up there."

Lu Shijun in the private room looked at Zhong Shuli who opened the door and walked in, feeling a little pleasantly surprised by the encounter. He glanced at the other's gloomy eyebrows and eyes, and said lightly, "What are you here for?"

Zhong Shuli said solemnly: "Come and quarrel."

"Sit down first. I've already declined the request from the HR department, so what else do you want to argue about?"

"Nie Xunyuan." He finished the name word by word, and caught the flickering eyes of the other party: "How did you know this?"

"There is no hatred for no reason in the world, not to mention that you didn't know Fang Yu at first. Out of curiosity, I checked his experience. The middle process is very simple. After checking various news, I found that the situation was just right. Above—a car accident in which the perpetrator took the initiative to report to the police. Fang Yu did not go to the confessor, but instead found trouble with you who was injured and admitted to the hospital on the same day. What happened. The Nie family launched an online fundraising, and I fully confirm the whole thing based on this."

Zhong Shuli sat beside Lu Shijun, stretched out his arms to wrap him in his arms, and said in a low voice, "Why?"

"What?" Lu Shijun's neck was stuck to the other party's breath, he thought for a while, and explained: "I owe you my life in the hospital, isn't it normal to pay back some time? "

"Are you full? Let's go home."

Lu Shijun raised his right elbow and poked the other party: "Not yet, I can't move my chopsticks like you are."

Zhong Shuli took a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder, helped him to eat together, and said, "Today is that girl's birthday, and I accompanied Fang Yu up the mountain to sweep the tomb. He asked me not to accompany him up again. , Year after year, I just need to carry forward for the living.”

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not interlinked. Only after experiencing the equivalent pain of loss can one feel the tragedy caused by oneself. He originally did not have the courage to escape from the grave, but once he found that there were people waiting for him bravely under the mountain, he was even more afraid. stay.

"Why are you unhappy in the morning?"

"Probably because I don't want to go back to my old business. After a few years of separation, I feel more and more that the overwhelming advertisements are more like another form of 1984. They are like a majestic surveillance screen peeping at life, and experience real life. Pretentious Language makes words, teaching people to throw away the burden of independent thinking, and finally drowned in the illusionary life of others."

"I thought you were going to compare the ad to br□□enewworld."

"When people compare the two works, they always regard them as two extremes, and tend to think that the latter is more realistic now. But the silence and tampering of semantics is the core of advertising, and it is also the beginning of 1984."

Lu Shijun nodded, and said with a hug on his chest, "So, you buried me in the pit back then, and now you're gone and don't plan to take care of it anymore?"