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The first winter after Ruan Jiujiu disappeared, the company seemed to have entered a cold winter period.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but the laughter and fun atmosphere before disappeared. Even Mr. Tu, who was always joking, often had a straight face and no longer followed the secretary openly as usual, even though the two of them had already The relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend was confirmed.
Lao Meng went to Tu Nan privately many times to find out what was going on, but all he got were uncertain answers from Tu Nan.
The office where Ruan Jiujiu lived is still preserved, and the furnishings in the office have not been moved at all, as if they are waiting for the return of the owner.
Every now and then, Lao Meng would bring some safety charms and hang them in the office. The office was already full of them, and it looked auspicious and funny, but the person praying for safety still hadn¡¯t come back.
Christmas Eve.
Cheng Juan finished his work as usual and sat on his office chair, wondering whether he was in a daze or deep in thought.
I thought Cheng Juan would not take his body seriously and not take care of himself without Ruan Jiujiu around as before. No one expected that every time it rained or snowed, he would remember to put on his coat, eat three meals regularly in the cafeteria, take care of his body, stay alone, and talk little.
Before meeting Ruan Jiujiu, Cheng Juan was also so silent. At that time, he was too lazy to speak, but now, when facing them, he has nothing to say.
Sometimes they are really afraid that he will get sick.
But no one in this world can persuade Cheng Juan. The only person who can get into his heart is the culprit who makes him so numb.
"Boss, aren't you going home?" Fu Zicheng asked cautiously.
On Christmas Eve, Tu Nan went out to play with his secretary, and Jiao Fan flew to the United States to find An Rou. He was miserable, but he saw Cheng Juan sitting quietly on the chair on the empty floor. at every turn.
He asked aloud, and after a while, Cheng Juan glanced at him dully: "Huh?"
"I mean, won't you go backgo home?"
As soon as these words came out, Fu Zicheng knew that he had said the wrong thing. For Cheng Juan, an empty house is not a home. Not to mention Cheng Juan, even he himself looked away sadly, only saying sorry in a low voice.
Cheng Juan stood up silently, and under Fu Zicheng's gaze, he picked up his coat and put it on his shoulders, and silently left the office. The driver is still waiting for him in the parking lot. He commutes to and from get off work in a mechanical way every day. He barely needs to open his eyes and can familiarly remember where to step on each step.
Probably because he was too bored, he even counted the number of steps it took to get from the office to the parking space, and how many steps it took to get off the car and get home.
The distance from heaven to hell is about this long.
Shoes hit the stairs, step after step, and the echo of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. There was no expression on his face, and he walked up the stairs slowly as usual. At this moment, he only heard a subtle "pop" sound, and the corridor fell into darkness for an instant.
His steps froze in place.
There was a dead silence in the dark corridor.
Cheng Juan held the armrest tightly with one hand, his back straight, his face blurred in the darkness. In the corridor where he couldn't see his fingers, he held his breath and concentrated so nervously that his fingers on the handrails were trembling.
"&¡¡is it you."
There was no response for a long time.
At this time, someone in the corridor walked out to see what was going on. There were more rustling footsteps. Some people said that the entire community was experiencing a power outage and that it would be fine after a while.
As he was talking, the lights in the corridor suddenly turned on.
Cheng Juan stood there for a long time, as if he was on the verge of being abandoned by the whole world, and turned back with the last glimmer of hope.
Empty corridor, nothing.
He pursed his lips, relaxed his strength in his hands, grabbed the railing of the handrail, and slowly squatted down, burying his head in his knees.
The lights in the corridor are bright and even a little dazzling.
*
The two worlds operate on completely different times. More than half a year has passed in the other world, but on this side, Ruan Jiujiu has only spent most of the day.
She stepped into the door of the Internet cafe with the hope of going back soon.
One minute later.
Ruan Jiujiu encountered the most difficult thing in life.
That means - no money.
??The mobile phone cannot be used to pay, and she doesn¡¯t have a dime on her body. After she emptied everything and kept silent with the network administrator with big eyes and small eyes, ??Update time, Ruan Jiujiu doesn¡¯t know why, but it still feels a little complicated.
The author said in the copy that anyone who complains about this article must wear a vicious female partner. So if she writes a long comment about this article, will she be able to go back?
She clicked on the comment, filled in the word "twee" as the reader's name, and tapped the keyboard with her fingertips. After a while, a long and eloquent comment came out. Her words were sharp, almost to the point, and she made the entire article useless. At the end of the sentence, she let out a long breath.
The mouse was on the send button for a long time.
Her fingertips couldn't touch it.
Ruan Jiujiu read his comment again, pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, deleted the long and eloquent comment, and wrote another one. I still bluntly pointed out the shortcomings of this article, as well as some points worth complaining about.
At the branch, her typing speed slowed down and she typed another line. At the end, she left one sentence.
"[Although there are many shortcomings, thank you for the world you brought to me. Please don¡¯t give up writing. ]
Click to send.
Ruan Jiujiu leaned on the computer table tiredly and didn't move.
The hero and heroine in the story are no longer mere symbols in her mind, but writing such a long comment seems to go against her original intention. What's more, the author has finished writing.
""
She¡¯d better think of another way.
Ruan Jiujiu lay down and slept for a while, wanting to contact the author on Weibo when he woke up so that he could find a new solution.
In the middle of the night, she fell asleep in a daze. She sneezed, rubbed her eyes and sat up straight. The computer screen was still on, staying on the page of her long review. She subconsciously clicked refresh, but saw someone replying to her below.
1st floor: +1
2nd floor: What the poster said is quite pertinent.
3rd floor: I¡¯m a little touched.
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Ruan Jiujiu slowly slid down and saw the 10th floor, which showed the author¡¯s own reply.
Author: Sorry, I haven¡¯t been online for a long time. I just wanted to update a few extra chapters. You can check it out if you want to see it. I will never give up writing.
? Update the extra story.
¡¡etc.
Update, extra?
Ruan Jiujiu rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and his heart began to beat wildly.
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