between men

digital.

When I lay on the bed and buried my head deeply in the soft quilt, time passed by at a speed of one hour per second; and when I went to sleep after nightfall, it continued at a slow speed of one second per hour Ken leaves.I was lying on the bed staring at the ceiling. At this time, I thought of the finale of the American drama "Lost". most fortunate.

Rachel got me a set of clothes early the next morning. All she had in her closet was baggy pajamas. I dressed them up like a kid. When I came out with the clothes she brought, she was already on the desk. I put breakfast on the table, and then she sat me in a chair and said, "Nice, it fits nicely, how was last night?"

"Very good." I said and sat down on the chair.In fact, I was not well last night. When I woke up, I stayed on the floor again. The person in the dream became more and more murderous and terrifying.

She nodded, and then pushed a plate of bread in front of me. I noticed that the clothes she was wearing today looked like a bed sheet. It was very wide and elegant, and the colors were colorful.

I picked up the bread and took a bite and instantly felt that it was the best bread I've ever eaten. I wasn't hungry but I ate fast that morning.Rachel kept looking at me with a smile, not knowing what she was thinking, and I didn’t ask her, and she didn’t ask me to go out for a walk. After breakfast, she told me that there was a computer in the other door of the room , the speed is very fast.

That's when I picked up the time-hating bug.

In the first week, I didn't take a step out of that room. It felt like I was back in an orphanage. I focused on surfing the Internet and playing games, because I knew that Feng's business would definitely be slow.

In the second week, I became irritable. I started to stand by the window and look out. I hoped that he would appear by the iron gate in the next second.

In the third week, I started to take Rachael's suggestion and go downstairs. She said that I should talk to others more. Although this is a dating agency, the people who come here are very qualified and they will not pester you. your.So I went downstairs and sat at the table to myself and stared at the door, and I just stared at the door.

In the [-]th week I started to get angry, I tried to get angry at anyone who spoke to me, I put it all on my face, I yelled at anyone who sat down next to me.

"You can't do this anymore."

This was the first thing Rachael said to me on the third day after five weeks. Her dating agency was busy and she was recruiting.

"You can't do this," she said. "The maniac will come back. He's just caught up in things. No one knows what's going to happen next, right? I'm not asking you to keep hope... no, I'm I want you to keep your hope, because you said you would wait for him forever."

"It's been more than a month," I tried to restrain my voice, but I couldn't let it come down, "Yes! I said I would wait for him forever, and I didn't say I wouldn't wait for him. I just felt angry and I Don't know why I'm angry, I can't be here alone, he's making it impossible for me to be in the room alone. I know he's gone, but he's still in my dream, I can't get him out because he Not in this room!"

After the yelling, I gasped and looked at her, she looked into my eyes and didn't speak, only then did I realize what I had done, "I'm... sorry, I, I'm just... sorry."

"It's okay," she said, pouring a glass of water. "The world is impermanent, don't get angry so quickly. This place is made by a lunatic. Do you want to leave?"

I nodded vigorously, I couldn't wait to leave this place.

She leaned forward: "Where do you want to go after you leave? Be a wanted homeless man?"

"There are mountains everywhere here, just find a cliff and jump off it." I lowered my head and whispered, and she patted my head suddenly, "What are you thinking?"

Then she went on to say: "You need something to do, would you like to come to my place to help? Or you can turn up the stereo on your computer so you can sing along, I won't say anything, who do you hate singer?"

I blinked, "I hate domestic ones."

She burst out laughing, then she coughed a few times and said, "Which singer do you like best? I want the specific name."

"Shayneward." I replied quickly, she nodded after hearing it, and asked again: "Which song?"

I hesitated, because Shayne's songs are a bit ecstasy every time, of course, this is my personal feeling, I didn't choose my favorite song at the time, "Obsession," I said to her, "every time I listen to this song I was going to curse Simon to death when I was singing, but without him, the idols of all countries are finished, so I like him in the hospital, because he stopped signing Shayne, because Shayne's album sales did not meet the target."

She raised her eyebrows and said, "Then you can listen to this song, but don't sing falsetto loudly after him, or you will scare all my guests away."

After she finished speaking, she stood up and put away the plate, then she took out a piece of paper from her large and flowing bed sheet and put it in front of me, "Can you post this recruitment letter on the iron gate outside before singing? I have something to do, I have a conflict with my friends."

I nodded, then picked up the piece of paper and opened it. It was really a recruitment notice, because there were only two words written in crooked Chinese on it: "Recruitment."

"Are you sure someone will come to this place?" I raised my head and asked, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Can you write English? It's as sure as you can write English."

"Okay," I said, "I'll go right away."

She squinted her eyes and nodded. I felt a little strange, but I still took the "recruitment" and went downstairs.

Been here for almost a month, I know how it works, the party I saw that morning when I came here only happens on weekends, and the rest of the time only people come and go on the second floor, they are all A group of single people with different identities. Rachel once told me that some of the people who come here have a lot of background, including nouveau riche, rich second generation, official second generation, drug lords, soldiers and mercenaries.

"There are foreigners coming here?" I remember she said something strange after she finished speaking, and she nodded, "I'm just a foreigner, to be honest, I don't like this place, because the orientals are too delicate and talkative. Also...you know."

"Okay, you included me too."

Then we all laughed and she left.

I walked through the somewhat empty hall with the revelation, a few regulars in this hall knew me, and when they saw me for the first time, they all thought I was the ghost of Mrs. Rachel's son, Rachel He didn't stop him, just smiled there.That's when a guy who was waiting to be interviewed at the front desk said hello, "Hey, little Rachel, can you speak to Mrs. Rachel for me? I've been waiting here for hours."

"Then you definitely don't like to wait for me for another 5 minutes, University Student Wang," I said to him with my hands folded, "if your brain is still a little responsive, you will know that your interviewer has stood behind you to watch you smoke for 5 minutes smoked."

I didn't mean to say that, but it was the only way I could say it at the time, because I was somehow annoyed at anyone I saw.He turned his head and saw that our interviewer aunt was staring at him. He touched his head and smiled, then he turned to me and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Have I been here for a long time?" I asked him loudly, he seemed to notice that something was wrong with me, he hurried to the aunt and followed her up to the second floor, I took a deep breath, the paper in my hand was almost Being scratched by me, I hurriedly turned around and walked out, only to find a foreigner sitting on the sofa with a newspaper staring at me.

"What?!"

I yelled at him, and he quickly shrank his head behind the newspaper. I pushed the door open hard, and walked out quickly.

The weather outside is good, but the sun is too bright. The swimming pool in the yard is constantly beating with dazzling light under the bright sun. I started sweating after only a few steps outside, so I hurriedly opened the iron gate Then I posted the job offer on one side of the wall. When I went back, I looked outside again. I wasn't sure what I was looking at. I stood under the sun for about 20 seconds, and then I sighed. , Said: "There should be no one coming to this place."

The house was still kind of empty, there were only four or five people waiting in the hall, and I went straight up the stairs because I didn't want to talk to anyone right now, but just as I turned my head in the hallway on the second floor, I saw The foreigner sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, the reason I noticed him was because he was looking at me again.

"What?" I yelled from the second floor, and I said, "What's the matter with you?"

He shrugged and said, "Just wondering how you look like Mrs. Rachel's son, you know, her son is dead, in Iraq, right in front of her."

I stared at him strangely, then I turned around and left. He suddenly put down the newspaper and ran upstairs. After more than ten seconds, he stopped in front of me.

"Are you taking coarse salt?" I said loudly to him, and all the spectators in the hall were looking this way.

"If you don't take coarse salt, please leave, because we have nothing to say."

"No no no," he pointed