My boss hung up again

In the first year, the Memorial Square for the Victims in L City was often filled with wreaths and crowds. Every day, a large number of citizens came here to commemorate the deceased relatives and friends, and the parking lot in front of the square was often crowded.

A year later, when everyone gradually recovered from the pain, the nightmare reality gradually faded away, and after they began to accept new challenges, the number of people who came to the square gradually decreased.

At the winter solstice, the staff of the square moved out the withered flowers one after another, and the cleaning truck drove by, sweeping away all the nostalgia for the once beloved.

There is no cloud in the sky of City L, and the blue sky is as clean as a blue mirror without any blemishes.Today's temperature is still high for winter, Song Ying looked through the sunglasses at the central control screen in the car, it was 21 degrees.

In the deep winter, the warm sunshine like early summer shone on her through the car window, making her stretch her limbs and yawn.

A blindfold was handed over from the co-pilot, and when Song Ying looked at her, she found that besides the blindfold, she had already prepared a blanket in her hand.

Song Ying smiled and touched her head: "No, I'm not sleepy at all now, but I feel very comfortable."

Chen Guo seemed to understand what she said, and didn't insist on handing her the necessary things for sleeping, but she didn't seem to understand, because she was still stuck in the action just now.The blindfold and blanket are still in hand, waiting for her to change her mind and give her the perfect sleep experience in the first place, whether at home or away.

Song Ying parked the car and put the hoodie on top of her head. The brim of the hat just covered her eyebrows. With the addition of sunglasses and a mask, Song Ying's face was completely covered.

"Is it OK?" Song Ying confirmed to Chen Guo again before getting off the car.

Chen Guo flipped down the hat, and helped her put her long hair up, hiding her long red hair that was a bit glaringly dyed just now.Song Ying took a picture in the mirror, and her figure in the down jacket was also changed, showing no flaws in her whole body.

well.

The two got out of the car, Song Ying held a bouquet of roses, and walked side by side with Chen Guo in the empty Monument Square.

This is her second time here, and she is still lost.All the monuments look exactly the same, with densely engraved names on them, from a distance, it is completely impossible to tell which monument is engraved with Xiaoju's name.

After finally finding it, Song Ying put the flowers in the flower stand that had just been cleaned.Not far away, the staff who had just worked all morning were looking at them with eyes full of resentment.

What's the use of putting more flowers, people are dead, anyway, they will be thrown away in two days.

Chen Guo stood beside her without saying a word, and didn't even look for Xiaoju's name.She doesn't know what commemoration is, and she no longer grieves because of the loss of a loved one.Her eyes were empty and devoid of any emotion, she just stared at Song Ying, and kept a high degree of vigilance at all times, watching out for when Song Ying would feel thirsty, she had to hand over the thermos immediately, which contained Song Ying's favorite drink coffee.

Xiaoju's name was in the middle of the monument, it was very high, almost beyond the reach of Song Ying's eyes.

She didn't quite understand the meaning of engraving the names of tens of thousands of people densely together. They didn't know each other, and they were forced to be arranged together after death, embarrassingly forever.And those who were unlucky enough to be engraved on the top would not even be able to see their names unless they moved a ladder.

It was a complete catastrophe, and countless people died.The pain of losing a loved one is now an old scar on my heart, and occasionally it will hurt when I think about it, but only occasionally.The living have done their duty of grief, and they need to rise from their bones and start a new life.Their task has changed from mourning to forgetting. In the long time to come, countless people will remind them that they should look forward. Only those who can forget all the friendship of the dead are the strong ones in life.

And those who died are always dead. What they lost was a life and everything.

Song Ying is not a sentimental person, although she must be an emotional person if she wants to transform into a powerful actor, so that she can better control the role.But she is optimistic by nature, no matter what happens to her, it doesn't matter.This is the shortcoming of being an actor, but it is the advantage of being born as a human being.

However, the matter of the gene saliva completely changed her character. Those things that were more exciting and incredible than the movies took root in her heart. When she couldn't sleep at night, she couldn't help recalling them even if she didn't want to think about them.Falling asleep became very difficult, and when I could fall asleep, I was quickly awakened by horrible dreams.

Weight loss has changed from a very important compulsory course to a very unfamiliar one, and Song Ying has not had the desire to eat for a long time.

Whenever the beef eyes placed neatly on the dinner plate appeared in front of her eyes, what she saw was not "lunch" but "corpse".Animal, human, mechanical, all kinds of evolution and degeneration.Piles of cold meat made her sick.

She didn't want to admit it, but Chen Guo also gave her the same feeling.

Especially when Chen Guo stood quietly in the corner and could hardly feel any living breath, Song Ying would often be startled by her like this.She doesn't want to think so, but there is always a voice deep in her heart telling her the truth——

This is not Chen Guo, this is a bunch of cold machines that only obey orders.

Even if the truth of the world is found, nothing can be changed now.

But although the rose withered, it was never an illusion.

Song Ying was in great pain, she felt that she was being coerced by reality and emotion, unable to make a choice.

……

The brokerage company was rebuilt, and only half of the top management remained.

It is said that Song Ying's former manager was killed by a degenerated orangutan.In fact, many outstanding managers in the industry died unexpectedly. It was very difficult for Song Ying to find a better work partner.Not to mention the agent, even the assistant can't be found for a while, so they can only make ends meet.

So Chen Guo became Song Ying's new assistant, following her every day to take care of her food and daily life, wherever she went.

Today Song Ying specially brought Chen Guo to the memorial square, wondering if her beloved sister could awaken her soul.

It seemed that Song Ying was thinking too much, Chen Guo didn't even give the monument a glance, even though Song Ying repeatedly pointed to Xiaoju's name, she didn't waver.

In the end, Song Ying gave up.

It was almost dusk when I came out of the memorial square, and the phone rang suddenly.

Bian Yuan.

"How is it?" Bian Yuan was very quiet, "Has Chen Guo's condition improved?"

Song Ying didn't really want to discuss this topic: "It's still the same. Why, a busy person has time to contact me."

"It's really hard for people to say this from your mouth. I saw your press conference on TV a few days ago, and there is a new movie to be released. I see that you have lost a lot of weight and don't look good. "

"Well, how can you look better if you can't eat and can't sleep. How about you?"

"Almost... I have suffered from insomnia for three consecutive days, and I only slept for more than four hours in total."

Song Ying didn't get in the car, and Chen Guo followed her and stood beside the car.

"You didn't come here to complain to me, did you?" Song Ying said, "How we survived will never be forgotten for the rest of our lives. It's just insomnia, so it's not worth paying attention to."

"Insomnia... If possible, I would like to have more waking time to think about this matter. Sleep is a luxury, but what troubles me the most is that even if I don't eat, drink or sleep, I can't figure out what happened. Song Ying , Have you noticed anything unusual recently?"

Song Ying's whole scalp went numb when she heard her say that, and her heart felt like someone had punched her hard.

There's trouble again.

For some reason, the numbness of the scalp and the pounding of the heart did not make her panic or overwhelmed.

It is an anticipation, an eagerness for something to finally happen.

As long as it is possible to change, it will be better than the current situation.

"Do you have time to come out? Let's talk face to face."