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It is now 11:39 a.m., and Wu Gou is sitting behind the door, holding his mobile phone tightly, his palms covered with wet sweat.

There are still 3 minutes before the expected delivery time of the takeaway, but the delivery staff can't always deliver it accurately.Wu Gou sat on the ground, and the faster and faster heartbeat was silently amplified in the silence, becoming the only sound he could hear under the high tension of his spirit.

Plop, plop, echoes staggered in the air, and the entropy value slowly rose, messing up the air that was originally a pool of stagnant water.

In the first two days after moving here, Wu Gou still went out.However, he didn't even leave the house for the past two days, relying on takeaway software for food and drink.This is not enough, he has to make a special note, just let the delivery guy put it at the door, so that even the link of meeting the delivery guy can be saved.

But even if he reached this point, the restless emotion still followed him like a shadow, and after the initial easing, it became even more intense.

Wu Gou held the mobile phone in one hand, and pressed the chest with the other. His nails, which had not been trimmed for a long time, were embedded in the flesh through the thin clothes, as if he wanted to grasp the beating heart inside through the layer of flesh.

Either stop abruptly, or explode completely, no matter what, give him a good time.

Just thinking about this, a tiny "ding" sounded in his ear, pulling him out of his own sharp and quiet little world, and throwing him back into the human world.

It was the sound of the elevator reaching the floor.

Wu Enough didn't move, but the hairs on his limbs stood up instantly.The door was obviously closed, but he subconsciously increased his back against the door, and his ears perked up.

Any small sound outside the door is as harsh to him as the scratching sound of chalk scraping across the blackboard, but he is unwilling to avoid it, and has to force himself to masochistically distinguish the remaining sound absorbed by the carpet. Few footsteps.

The sound of elevators, footsteps, and the sound of rubbing plastic products sounded and faded in sequence, followed by footsteps, and finally the ding-dong sound of the elevator, as if it was played backwards.

The time displayed on the mobile phone has passed the expected arrival time. In addition to a missed call, there is also a text message from the delivery man who failed to get through to Wu Gou's phone.Wu Gou stared at the words above and slowly stood up.Sitting for a long time made his legs numb, and when he got up, he was as slow as driving at 0.5 times the speed.He pressed his ear to the door, and after a while, he carefully placed his hand on the doorknob, but within half a second, it bounced off again like an electric shock.

After half a minute, the door finally opened a crack.A head tightly covered by a mask and hat and a slender white forearm protruded from the inside, and quickly retracted after reaching the takeaway packaging bag accurately.During the period, his wrist was knocked against the door because of his too hasty movements, but the person involved didn't realize it, and quickly hid in his small room.

When the door was closed with a "bang", Wu Gou let out a long sigh of relief, and raised his hand to wipe off the sweat on his forehead - he just opened the door to get a takeaway, but he walked like a steel wire.

The windows were closed tightly, and the curtains were drawn so tight that no light could come in.The indoor lights are not very bright, but it is not completely dark, it is probably between day and night.Wu Gou closed the door, as if he had returned to his own safe zone.

Ji Yingfeng once said that the meaning of eating doesn't just stop at satisfying one's hunger, it's more of a hint.Wu is not short of time, but he remembered this passage.Only when it was time for dinner did he dare to use this reason to open the browser and watch some derivative materials of the program group.

Wu Cheng couldn't eat meat dishes, so he only ordered one bean curd stick and one green vegetable.I don't know if it was his illusion, but the bean curd stick seemed a little sour. He took a bite and didn't touch it again, so all he could eat was rice with green vegetables.Wu Gou eats a mouthful of green vegetables, and his movements are slow and mechanical, like a malfunctioning instrument with some program problems and various parts that cannot cooperate well.

The spin-off program he was watching was recorded quite early. At that time, no one had been eliminated. They had just experienced their first public performance, and they were not very familiar with each other, but they were still in the initial stage of running-in.King Xu Zun's plan to bring the bronze fell through, so he had to hold his nose and accept the punishment.Ji Yingfeng's laughter filled his ears like a magic voice, endlessly.

Ji Yingfeng really loves to laugh, he can laugh for 1 seconds in a minute.Wu was afraid of being dazzled by his smile so that his eyes kept staring down at the rice in the bowl, and the voice came from the earphones, encroaching on his hearing.Until he put down his chopsticks and the sourness on the tip of his nose subsided naturally, he continued to eat in small bites.

The spin-off variety show is not long, and after one episode is over, Wu Gou is almost done eating.In this way, he can only have half of the meal, and put the remaining half in the lock box for dinner at night.Thinking of this, he opened the refrigerator, but was stunned for a moment when he saw the contents clearly.

The refrigerator was empty, and the lock box on the top floor was exactly the same as the one in his hand, and the contents inside could be vaguely seen: the white one was rice, the green one was green vegetables, and the dark one was mapo tofu.Wu Gou's brain was a bit dull, and after a while, he finally remembered: this was leftover from his lunch yesterday, and he left it at night, but he still forgot to eat it in the end.

Wu Gou stared at the lunch box for a long time, and poured the contents together with today's yuba.

At 1:05 p.m., the garbage collector's routine work took away two bags of garbage, one dry and one wet, placed at the door of Room 1203.

"People nowadays are such a waste..." the middle-aged woman murmured, pushing the cart to the next house.

In room 1203, Wu Gou sat cross-legged on the carpet, staring at the computer for a moment.

The audio files in the mobile phone have completed the three steps of importing to the computer, reprocessing and exporting.After processing, the sound of the elevator door opening is more obvious, but it seems to be covered with a layer of fog.Anyone can hear that this is the sound of the elevator reaching the floor, but it is also separated from reality, adding an unreal hazy feeling.

And this voice of unknown meaning will become part of the prelude to his new song.

Wu Gou once thought that the days of the tour in the future would be the pinnacle of his creative career. At that time, the inspiration in his mind formed a long lead wire, and the sparks collided with each other, but the lead wire could not be burned to the end.As long as he finished his training, he would take a shower as soon as possible, find a secluded and quiet room after the shower, and write an entire song in one night without lag.

Later, he withdrew from the race and was followed by several cars on the way from the airport to the company, and was surrounded by dozens of people as soon as he left the company.The dark camera and piercing screams chased him into his dream like a shadow, making him afraid to fall asleep.

For a time he himself would never be so inspired again.But when he moved, uninstalled all social software, and sealed himself in a space of [-] square meters, the inexhaustible desire to create came back aggressively, even stronger than when he was on tour in the future. strong.In the past few days, he sat in front of the computer after eating at twelve o'clock until eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening, after a brief wash, and then faced the computer until six or seven o'clock the next day.

Unlike those who compress their rest time for practice and control their diet in order to maintain their figure, Wu Gou is really neither sleepy nor hungry.He feels that the four or five hours of sleep and eating once a day are actually not necessary, and it seems that it does not and will not affect his songwriting.But after all, he still retains a trace of reason, and has no real intention of challenging the limits of human physiology.

The only organ that gets tired is the eyes.Staring at the computer for a long time in an environment with insufficient lighting made his eyes feel sore and swollen from time to time.However, in the past two days, his eyes have gradually adapted to this intensity of work, and they don't always send him such bad signals.

So he became more unscrupulous.

It was already 01:30 when I came out of the shower.He thought about a new piece of melody that popped up in his head, and gave up the option of blowing his hair almost without weighing it - anyway, it would take him a while before he was ready to go to bed, the air conditioner was on, and by the time he was going to sleep, his hair would have been dry up.Feeling thirsty after taking a shower, he went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water.As a result, when I opened the refrigerator door, what I saw at a glance was the lock box.Wu Gou maintained the posture of opening the door for three seconds, and slowly remembered that this was what he put in the refrigerator for dinner the day before.

So don't order takeaway today.

Wu Gou's dilapidated brain like an old electric fan was spinning slowly, and at the moment when he closed the refrigerator door, he finally grasped the key information from the last thought: today.

There are no "hours", "days" and "years" in the world. It is man-made definitions that turn these words into units of time, allowing the replacement of today, tomorrow, and yesterday to be realized.In hours, only an hour and a half has passed, but in days, they have ushered in a new day.

Today's "day" is not even one second more or less than any other day.However, when Wu Gou broke his fingers three times in his mind to make sure that he remembered correctly, the weight of this unit of time quietly increased, and it was thus distinguished from other 24 hours.

"Today" is the final night of "Future Tour".

The short piece of melody that had been looping in my head suddenly stopped, maybe it was originally intended to give way to something, but the connection work was not done properly, whether it was a messy melody or a pounding heartbeat, nothing could happen In terms of connection, even the ups and downs of breathing are so gentle that it is almost impossible to detect, so a small piece of cut is produced in the middle.

Originally it was only a short period of harmless blank space for humans and animals, but for some reason, it spread rapidly as if normal cells had become cancerous, and it could not be traced back to the past, so it aggressively threatened the "future" that followed.

So for the next four hours, Wu Gou still sat there, accomplishing nothing.