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Coco didn't go home, but wandered aimlessly on the street until exhausted, then took a taxi back to the company.The security guard on duty was used to the new employee leaving early and returning late and even working overtime all night, so he gave her a mixture of admiration and sympathy as usual.

When passing the chairman's office, Coco couldn't help but stop and reached out to push the door open. The room was deserted, just like the aura of that person, making people unwilling to approach.

If she had the choice, she would most likely have run away from the oppressive boss long ago.

After thinking wildly for a moment, her numb legs reminded her how exhausted she was at the moment, so she gently closed the door and walked back to her office with heavy steps.

Kicked off the high heels on my feet, lying on the table in a daze, I don’t know how long I slept. When I opened my eyes, half of my arm was numb and lost consciousness. After that, I couldn’t sleep anymore. I had to turn on the computer and play over and over again. Minesweeper game, until the fingers were stiff and sore, and accidentally saw the time displayed in the lower right corner of the screen, it was already four o'clock in the morning.

The sky outside the window was still dim, day and night, and all the buildings were shrouded in thick darkness, as if there was no longer any light.

The flowing wind is cool but refreshing, and Coco suddenly has the idea of ​​going outside for a walk.

Take the elevator straight down to the first floor, and when he was about to walk out of the company gate, the security guard on duty appeared behind Coco silently like a ghost, and said in a hoarse voice that had just woken up from sleep: "Leaving? Let me help you." You call a taxi."

"No, thank you." Coco, who was so frightened by his sudden appearance that he almost screamed loudly, was still in shock, and politely refused while covering his heart.

"But it's still dark and it's not safe for a girl to walk on the road."

"The thieves should also sleep, I don't think there will be a problem."

Coco who insisted on his own opinion seemed indifferent and impatient, the security guard didn't say anything, opened the door for her, said "Please be careful on the road", then yawned and went back to continue his half-alert doze.

The whole city is falling into a deep sleep. This is an idea that popped out of Coco's head. The shops with closed doors, the empty streets, and the lonely street lights separated by three or four meters. host.

There are still vehicles passing by on the highway, and the sound of the motor is extremely harsh, whistling all the way, like ghosts crying and wolves howling in the silence of the night, which is terrifying.

Also unbearable to Coco, is the sound of high heels stepping on the cold concrete road, a series of knocks, low back in the middle of the night, walking, I feel startled every step of the way.

Finally, I found a 24-hour convenience store on the street, and the warm lights outside the door soothed the anxiety of the night walkers.

"Welcome, what do you need?" The deep and soft voice was so familiar, Coco raised his head in surprise, and a strange feeling passed through his heart, and he couldn't explain it clearly.

The clerk behind the cashier was wearing a hat that matched his uniform, and the shadow of the brim of the hat fell on his face, making it hard to see his expression at the moment.

"I... just take a look." Coco was confused and depressed by the sudden emotions just now, and simply turned around and walked towards the shelf, ignoring the clerk behind him.

However, his eyes casually scanned the dazzling array of goods, and he couldn't even distinguish which ones were food and which ones were daily necessities. He kept thinking of the same question over and over again: that person...why didn't she mention what happened in the square again?

Once the doubts were raised, delusions followed. Coco always felt that the person behind the cashier was watching him intently. Such a fiery gaze deeply burned the skin on his back, and he was at a loss as to what to do.

When she reached the corner, Coco deliberately raised her hand to brush the broken hair in front of her forehead, and with the cover of her fingers, she secretly cast her eyes on the cashier. The clerk, who was mostly covered by the computer, was concentrating on reading fashion magazines. From time to time, I use the pencil in my hand to draw circles on it, as if playing a crossword puzzle.

Overthinking.

Coco closed her eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and was inexplicably slightly disappointed.

I was finally able to calm down and choose the goods. I didn't eat anything at night. The hunger that was ignored because of my bad mood suddenly became stronger when I saw a whole row of instant noodles with complete flavors displayed in front of my eyes.

Eating instant noodles in the office really fits the white-collar image in modern dramas.

Considering that I don't have the habit of placing personal tableware in the company, I picked a bowl and took it away.

When checking out, Coco took a special look at the magazine on the stage, which was the most popular popular book among women nowadays. On the page that was turned, there was indeed a crossword puzzle.

After receiving the product, the clerk didn't put it directly into the shopping bag, but quickly tore off the wrapping plastic paper, walked to the water dispenser next to him under Coco's dumbfounded gaze, and filled it with hot water.

The next step is to tear open the seasoning packet step by step, pour in an appropriate amount, close the lid and wait for the instant noodles to soften.

The scent overflowed for a while, and Coco couldn't help swallowing. Out of the corner of his eye, he sneaked a glimpse of the other party and picked up the magazine to read it again, without any intention of answering himself.

Stiffly changing her standing position a few times, Coco just felt uncomfortable no matter how her hands and feet were placed. Fortunately, a quarter of an hour passed in a flash. Hunger does not choose what to eat, but wants to finish eating earlier and escape this embarrassing and embarrassing situation earlier.

Coco noticed through the rising heat that the clerk standing opposite seemed to look up. She was suddenly nervous and inexplicably anxious, guessing whether the other party had something to say, and what to say.

Silence, still silence, seemed to be an inadvertent act without too deep meaning. Coco waited anxiously for a long time, but nothing happened.

After finally finishing the whole bowl of instant noodles, it was a pain in the ass to chew wax. The moment she put down her chopsticks, Coco belatedly realized that there is no need to eat so thoroughly, even if it takes two or three bites to perfunctory and then pay the bill and leave. There is nothing wrong with that.

"How much?" The clerk seemed obsessed with crossword puzzles, and Coco had to interrupt.

The other party quoted the price on the label without looking up. Coco took out a wallet and took a big bill and handed it to her. After she took it, she didn't even look at it carefully. She opened the drawer and slowly counted the change she wanted.

"Eh? It's a headache, I don't have enough change." The clerk took out all the change in the drawer in distress, spread it out on the table, and played with a two-dollar bill in his hand, muttering, "It seems... Either charge an extra one, or post a one upside down."

Coco stuffed the change into the wallet indiscriminately, and said indifferently: "Then I will give you an extra piece."

The other party looked over immediately, with a strange look in his eyes.

"Should I say you are generous... or are you too easy to compromise?" The clerk quickly folded the two-dollar bill in half and then in half, and finally folded it into a small rectangle.She looked at Coco with a half-smile, and said slowly, "I don't want to be thought of by you as a person who is greedy for petty gain, that's all right, let's play a game, and the winner can take this money away."

"……what game?"

"It's actually a game that children often play. I put money in my left or right hand, and see if you can guess it correctly."

"Oh." Sure enough, it was a game that only children would play. Coco couldn't help thinking, is this person too idle?boring.

"Then," the other party put his hands behind his back for a while, and then stretched them out in front of Coco again, "please start guessing."

"Left." Coco randomly picked a side.

The five fingers are spread out, and the inside is empty.

"One dollar is yours." After finishing speaking, Coco was about to turn around and leave.

"I said, most people would clamor to play again when encountering such a situation."

Coco frowned slightly and turned back: "That must be cheating."

"So what if you cheat, as long as you can achieve your goal."

"Just for one dollar?" Coco was noncommittal.

"Don't you look down on one dollar?" The clerk said while picking up the signature pen on the stage, and drew a four-leaf clover on the folded small rectangular note, "What if it becomes 'lucky' now?"

Coco was stunned, and said with a complicated expression: "Then play again."

This time, Coco hesitated for a long time before speaking: "To the right."

"Most people will stick to the first choice when they play for the second time?"

"...I just want to choose the right right now, can't I?"

Slowly spread the five fingers, and the four-leaf clover appeared in front of the eyes little by little.

"'Lucky' is yours." She solemnly placed the small rectangle on her palm.

Coco stared at her blankly, his mood at that moment was indescribable.

It doesn't matter if you cheat or persevere, as long as you can achieve your goal - you are holding "luck" in your hand now, right?

The sky outside is getting brighter, and a new day has begun.

Coco held on tightly to the two yuan and strode away.