Small Times 3.0 Golden Age

Chapter 8 CHAPTER 07
Autumn is finally here.The streets of Shanghai are full of depressing atmosphere.

Even the World Expo, which turned against Yingtian, still couldn't dilute the yellowish depression that shrouded the entire Shanghai sky.After all, the World Expo can only occupy a corner of the Huangpu River Bay. Even if people from all over the world flock to Shanghai, they can only scream and rub shoulders in that small corner.Shanghai is really too big. In such a large area, no matter how lively it is, it seems even more desolate.They boiled in a small corner, like the sound of a squirrel biting a pine nut in a deep mountain forest.

Instead, the silence that should have been cold began to swell with heat.

At this moment, my nose is full of the aroma of hot coffee in the Starbucks store.

Ever since I became Gong Ming's personal assistant, this brown satin-like sweet aroma has been entangled with me every day, never leaving, like a stubborn ghost hanging on my back.People who don't know me might think I'm crazy about a coffee scent.

I stood at the counter of Starbucks and waited bored.It can be seen that this is a store that has just opened, and the tables and sofas have a brand-new stiffness, and they have not yet been left marks on them by countless leisurely passers-by.The smell of people, the smell of time, the smell of the world, they have none.They haven't had time to become soft, fuzzy, fluffy, stale in the polishing of time, and become something that makes people feel drowsy and comfortable like the aroma of coffee.

But don't worry, they will be soon.

Nothing in this world stays new and clean all the time.Everything, living and non-living, will grow old even if it does not die.

The waiter pulled out two sticks of transparent glue, carefully sealed the two cups of latte and handed them to me.I carried the dark green paper bag and pushed open the glass door. The cool wind of early autumn rushed towards me, and it felt like many cold silk threads were floating on my face.

I have been walking on this once-familiar road. For three years, this road still has not changed in any way. The tall coniferous red pine trees on both sides are still shaking off countless needle-like dead leaves in autumn, which fall on the soil and interweave into a thick Rusted street lamps look like thin, tall young models in black in the autumn morning mist; there are few buildings on the roadside, and there is a forest smell rarely seen in Shanghai in the air.

I greeted a nurse who was walking towards me with a smile. Her young face looked like a plump apple in the thin gray-blue air.

About three years ago, I frequently went in and out of this hospital for a period of time. At first, it was because of Gu Li's father. In this place, he changed from a warm and lively person to a cold corpse.Later, it was because Sogo was also admitted to this hospital. At that time, I was just a junior assistant in "ME", and I lived in the abyss of urging Sogo to write every day.At that time, Chong Guang was still a big boy with black hair and painted eyes, exuding a vigorous aura, but this vigorousness was shrouded in the huge shadow of death, so it became more sharp and shocking.At that time, my heart was full of despair. Every day, when I looked at the handsome man, it was like looking at a huge drip bottle hanging upside down in the sky. The liquid in it was his life. It was the deafening, maddening ticking of the countdown to his life.

At that time, he was nestled in a white quilt every day, hugging a white pillow, wearing a white soft cotton hospital gown, staring at the white wall in a daze, he was quiet and clear in that white world, like a A clean cloud.

At that time, he was pierced with a sharp needle on the back of his hand every day, and the cold liquid flowed into his warm young body. He read books, listened to iPods, wrote diaries, and stared at the empty lake in a trance.

At that time, he had a unique scent that belonged to him. His scent was naturally spicy and thick, but now, as a model, he sprayed it on his body every day according to the requirements of different clothing manufacturers. Wearing different perfumes, sometimes CHANEL, sometimes Parma water, and the forest smell under his skin became weaker and weaker.

At that time, he was sitting on the bed, gently patted the vacant place beside his legs, took off the earphone from one ear, handed it to me, and invited me to share his world.And I really walked into his world—even though there was Jian Xi's wet back behind me, he once stared at me hard, and the tears in his eyes were once hot.

And three years later, I came back here again.During this period, I have never set foot in this area, not because I am not sick, but because even if I am sick, I will not come to such a place where people kill without blood and burn money.In fact, in the past three years, I have had a lot of illnesses, big and small. Colds and fevers are commonplace, and I am more and more used to going to the laundry to help Gong Ming get a dress while holding a thermometer in my mouth, and taking pills with coffee or anti-fatigue drinks. Delivery service.But I still can't surpass Kitty. She used to accompany Gong Ming to go surfing when her eyes were dark due to dysmenorrhea (...), and she also went jumping with Gong Ming when she had a high fever of 39 degrees Celsius. The pale and calm face hanging upside down under the bridge once made me think of her every time I walked under the Monument of Heroes and saw the sculptures of heroes and martyrs rising and falling.Three years have passed, and I have also changed from a small probationary assistant to a female Spiderman who can climb up to the Oriental Pearl Tower with bare hands in high heels in the eyes of newcomers in the company.

The day is actually very fast.

People change faster.

Every day, we feel particularly difficult, whether it is those busy days, wishing to become Monkey King’s evil animal who can be recruited as a substitute by plucking its hair at will, or those winter holidays, when we sleep at home with a hooded head Enough for twenty hours.

Whether our senses are so sharp that we can hear the sound of an embroidery needle falling thousands of miles away, or we are deprived of the five senses and the chaos is as long as soaking the soul in a bowl of viscous borscht, time is always objective and Ticking relentlessly, it doesn't slow down.

It's only going to be faster.

A month ago, when I received a call from Kitty, Gu Li, Tang Wanru, and Nan Xiang, the four of us were still in a newly opened hair salon in Pudong, waiting for Nan Xiang, who was about to cut off a soul-calling flag, to be reborn , At that time, I remember that the sun was still very venomous, and when autumn was coming, it still had the power to scorch the concrete floor so hot.However, in a blink of an eye, Nan Xiang walked into the building of "ME" with me every morning, stepping on compass-like high heels. We wore similar little black dresses, had similar hair styles, and called and sent text messages at similar frequencies. , the only difference is I make up and she doesn't - and she's prettier.Damn Nuwa!In this regard, Gu Li has a classic saying, fortunately, this sentence was said to Tang Wanru, otherwise, if it was aimed at me, I guess the blow I received would be enough to generate a higher level of understanding of this world.She said: "When Nu Wa made people out of clay, she was actually very serious and treated them equally, but she accidentally sneezed when she was pinching you."

But when it comes to Gu Li, she is now able to smile like a flower, and make a brunch appointment with Ye Chuanping like a floating cloud. They can control their appetite while cutting steaks and drinking sparkling water like good sisters.Who would have imagined that when she was in college three years ago, she was sprayed with exhaust fumes from Ye Chuanping's big black car, and stood disgraced at the door of the university dormitory with tears in her eyes.At that time, she still had an IKEA sofa in the living room.She can also walk in the overcrowded lobby of IKEA with great interest, lingering on the furniture with the keywords of "simple, cost-effective, small and fresh, Nordic design, and environmental protection concept".Three years later, she lingered in the furniture exhibition area of ​​ARMANI's flagship store on the Bund, and her keywords quickly evolved into "expensive, very expensive, very expensive".I have to say that her adaptability is really extraordinary. On the earth billions of years ago, a few small sea bugs staggered up the coast. After a long evolution and natural selection, they overcame the evil The environment, the survival of the fittest, the small insects evolved and split into two races, one is cockroaches and the other is Gu Li.

While I was still thinking about my life in the past three years, I had already walked into the gate of the hospital. This hospital has hardly changed in recent years.In fact, there is no need to change. It has already repaired itself to the point where a brass sign can be hung at any time and it can immediately become an art gallery or museum when it was completed.Have you ever seen a hospital with a huge lake?There is a three-meter-high sculpture of Hygea in the middle of the lake, the god of health in ancient Greek mythology.Have you ever seen oil paintings on the dome in the lobby of any hospital?There it is.Have you ever seen a hospital that requires 270 yuan to register an outpatient number?There it is.

I walked across that lake, and the stone-paved road by the lake is still spotless. Compared with three years ago, I don’t even feel that time has left any traces on it, it’s still flat, smooth, and still out of shape— ——It is like the face that Gu Li maintains by drinking weak alkaline antioxidants and applying La Prairie colloidal platinum essence every day.If possible, I think Gu Li would like to take off her face and soak it in formalin.She even researched and looked up the most famous crystal coffin in Beijing for a period of time. She claimed that the magazine needed to do a special feature.However, based on what I know about her, I'm afraid... Anyway, I think that if she continues like this, one day she will become a pioneer in China's anti-corrosion industry and leave her name through the ages.

The wind had stopped overnight and had not yet started blowing again.The early morning mist is still heavy on the lake, and the surrounding evergreen shrubs are still lush, and the leaves are covered with thick frost.The surface of the lake seems to have become much quieter in the cool autumn air, like a big mirror that God placed in the grass.As I walked close to the lake, I stared at my own reflection in the lake in a daze.Three years ago, the heartbroken Gu Li fell in from here. At that time, she looked rational and calm, but her heart was torn apart under the high-density blow, like a glamorous but beautiful machine. A high-end notebook computer with various Trojan horse viruses in its hard drive.Her posture when she threw herself into the lake was so calm and calm that Tang Wanru and I, who were witnesses at first, even felt that she just wanted to go in and catch a fish.A few seconds later, when Tang Wanru and I came to our senses, we were stunned and stunned by the lake, like two unplugged robots.Fortunately, Jianxi jumped into the lake decisively and picked her up.

Thinking of Jianxi, the kind of diluted sadness rose again in my heart.Like a glass of wine with water added, it is no longer intoxicating, but you can still smell the clear aroma of the wine. It can intoxicate memories and make them into an unbearable smell; or it is like a tragic novel that has been read countless times , when I read it again, tears could no longer fill my eyes, but there was still a small fist in my chest, gently knocking on the door inside.

I walked into Gong Ming's ward, opened the door, and he had already got off the bed. He was sitting cross-legged on a soft and wide sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a newly published foreign design magazine in his hand.The sound of him turning the pages of the book is very soft, his browbones are high and his eye sockets are deep in the morning sun.If he didn't move, he would instantly turn into one of those pale, precarious-eyed models on the first few pages of VOGUE.But at the moment, he is just a patient.I suddenly discovered that he had an unusual resemblance to Sogo who lived here a few years ago.Although they did not share the same blood flowing in each other's bodies, their souls exuded the same smell.

How to describe——

It seems that they all come from the distant ports in the north, their shoulders are covered with the fragrance of winter snow, their breath is as silent and vast as the mountains there, their eyes are the brilliant stars under the thin sky of the plateau, they have the characteristics that should be in the cold world of the north They also have the desolate and secluded figure there.They wore Persian blankets and white fox shawls, and there were unknown tattoos in hidden places on their bodies.They are like disaffected nobles, surrounded by gold, silver, treasures, pearls and spices, piled up with loneliness all over their bodies.Wherever they stood, small pieces of snow began to float.

There is such a smell in their souls.

Gong Ming's originally tall body was curled up and sunk into the center of the sofa, making it look smaller.His face was significantly thinner than when he was just admitted to the hospital.Over his legs was a snow-white Highland cashmere rug which I brought from home for him.At that time, I was in the spacious back seat of his Mercedes-Benz with a petty bourgeois mentality, lying down, wrapping a blanket around my body, and enjoying the life of a rich man.I looked at the driver’s expression through the rearview mirror. He was sitting upright without looking sideways. I think he has been trained by Gong Ming for many years. , he will turn a blind eye.

When I walked in, he raised his eyelids slightly and nodded at me, so small that one wondered if he nodded.He is not the same as Sogo back then. Even when he was wearing a white hospital gown, he could still easily turn this white prison by the lake into an office cubicle on Huaihai Middle Road.He asked Kitty to help him move two computers, a fax machine, and a printer.He even called a group of designers from the company to the hospital for a small meeting halfway through.I think if he continues to live like this, it is very likely that the entire company will move to work nearby.

I put the coffee on the small white cabinet, and the printer next to me was spitting paper out. I lowered my head and took a look. The very familiar style of the inner pages of "ME" magazine should be the draft of the next issue.I took out the printed paper and gathered it together, then took out a cup of coffee from the paper bag, walked over and handed the paper pattern to Gong Ming, then took out a small bag of sugar, tore it open and poured it into his cup of latte.When the lid was lifted, the strong aroma of coffee stirred up a warm commotion in the silent air in the room.

Neither of us spoke to each other.In fact, as long as I am alone with Gong Ming, I will be very nervous.He has an aura similar to Voldemort's, and no matter where he stands, he is like a huge dry ice.I lowered my head to play with my phone, pretended to be very busy, and then sent a text message to Kitty: "When will you arrive?"

"Already on the way." Kitty's text message returned after more than ten seconds, and her message appeared on my screen without a sound, and my mobile phone was turned to silent mode.

Half a minute later, I received another text message from her: "Don't try to chat with Gong Ming lightly. If he doesn't talk to you, don't start the topic. But once he takes the initiative to chat with you, then no matter the atmosphere How cold the scene is, you are the one who needs to be responsible for heating up the atmosphere and continuing to create topics. PS. Remember to mute your phone."

At this moment, Gong Ming suddenly cleared his throat, I was startled, thinking he was going to chat with me, but he just changed his posture and continued to flip through his magazine quietly.I breathed a sigh of relief, just that small movement just now made me feel like a hairy crab whose shell was suddenly smashed open, my brains overflowing.

I took out another latte, lifted the lid, and took a long gulp, the warm, silky liquid rolling down my throat.

A cup of coffee is quickly drained.However, there was still a long queue in front of the convoy, without moving at all.The vehicles on the entire elevated road are connected end to end, looking like a drunken snake.The trumpet sounds one after another will converge, like an electric drill on the temple.

Kitty closed the paper coffee cup casually and threw it into the paper bag next to her.She raised her hand and looked at her watch. The traffic situation in Shanghai after seven o'clock should be considered a crime against humanity.The pair of pointed high-heeled shoes on her feet were constantly switching between braking, shifting gears, and stepping on the accelerator. She felt that she was about to kick through the chassis of the car.

At this moment, the truck in front emitted a puff of smoke very cooperatively, and Kitty's eyes went black, as if she had fallen into a mine.

In the office buildings on Huaihai Middle Road, the long conference tables are filled with large and small coffee cups. The aroma of coffee has shrouded every large and small office building from early morning, and every morning is ignited by this smell. , incitement, and then all emotions gradually become excited.This kind of fragrance will last until evening, late night, and early morning, and finally gradually dissipates, and the office building returns to silence, like a monster that is finally tired after a day of roaring.

Gu Li looked at a group of frowning subordinates in front of him. The entire advertising industry chain, destroyed by the financial crisis, has become extremely fragile.All the manufacturers are desperately cutting budgets. The time when each other was rich and powerful and scrambled for quotations to compete for the front-page advertisement page seems to be as far away as the era when the Empress Dowager Cixi was in power. At this moment, the advertisers are polite to each other: "Ouch , It’s okay, it’s okay, just give them the first page. Do you have any advertising pages that are on sale?”

The whole room was dead.

The phone in the center of the conference table rang suddenly, and a male assistant pressed the speaker, and Ye Chuanping's voice came out of the phone with a loud electric sound: "Don't sit around stupidly, you sit until the United States becomes a communist party." Advertisers won't open the door and walk in. Find a way." The phone clicked and hung up.A whole room of people were left with pale faces. No one cared about face, dignity, etc. Everyone was pale because they were really hungry.From last night, all night, until the early morning sun pierced the company's shutters, under the ultraviolet rays emitted from Gu Li's eyes, no one dared to leave.However, Gu Li can rely on photosynthesis to maintain an eternal spirit, and the other employees are just human beings—human beings can no longer stop Gu Li.

Gu Li opened the chair: "You go to have breakfast, go home after eating, take a shower, change your clothes, then sleep for a while to recharge your energy, and then write a report on your work scope for the next month. The schedule and the new plan, these things add up to two hours, right? Then at eleven o'clock, return to the company on time for the meeting. "

Everyone: "..."

Gu Li stepped on his high heels and trotted out of the meeting room.Although her face did not change, there was still a kind of disdain that Wu Zetian and Cixi often put on her face, but those who know her, such as me, must know that she is just a paper tiger at the moment, and she quickly escaped from her own life. The scene of the crime, because she knew that if she walked slowly, she would probably be beaten.When she was in college, she had already practiced this style with ease.

Back then, when she represented the School of Finance as an outstanding senior in her speech to all the first-year freshmen, she was impassioned: "Listen carefully, what kind of socks, cute mobile phone pendants, and lace pink skirts are on your body? Ah, after the meeting was over, I went back to the dormitory and set it on fire. From today on, you can no longer face the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, what a fart, if you have time to watch Haizi, why not read the report. The sky will not If you drop the pie, you will not drop a small wooden house by the sea. There are only sea view villas by the sea, and only people with high heels can walk in! And you, the girl in the first row with two horn braids, you have this hairstyle , have you considered the feelings of the people around you? Have you ever asked Niu how he feels? Although we need to have a heart of stone as a student of economics, we should not be too selfish, right?" After finishing speaking, the paper tiger trotted away. Da da... It's exceptionally easy.

Back then, in the hot summer, she was wearing a low-cut miniskirt, sprayed with COCO CHANEL NO.5, which is an aphrodisiac for boys who are full of blood in college, and walked into the boys' dormitory all the way looking forward, holding a bag in her hand. She is Haagen-Dazs, facing the naked young male body wearing only tight underwear, her face does not change, her eyes are full of spring, she looks at Wei Hai who came to open the door, this athlete also only wears a pair of underwear, she seems to be She floated in like a poplar flower in March, put down the ice cream, and floated out gently, leaving behind Gu Yuan who was about to split apart. In Gu Yuan's eyes, this paper tiger walked quietly, just as she came arrogantly. , waving her sleeves, without taking away a single cloud...she trotted, blah blah blah blah...extraordinary.

Back then, she was outspoken. She saw the new professor of economic law early in the morning and said hello affectionately, "Oh, professor, I heard that your wife fell into the green belt from the pedestrian bridge yesterday while carrying a PRADA red envelope." Hahahaha... PRADA and those trees are all right", and then the paper tiger trotted, blah blah blah blah... especially with ease.

For so many years, she has lived this life of licking blood with the tip of a knife.She was not killed, which is enough to prove how reliable her family's ancestral grave was buried.Over the years, I have always felt that, from a certain level, if viewed dialectically, if analyzed objectively, and if we put aside the phenomenon to look at the essence, I think she and Tang Wanru are in the same way, not a family, Do not enter a house.I once humiliated her: "Gu Li, the difference between you and Tang Wanru lies in whether you wear Dior or not." She sneered and answered me: "You are wrong. The difference between me and Tang Wanru lies in whether you can wear Dior or not. "

I looked at her wise face, and I lost.

Gu Li walked out of the conference room and returned to her office. She quickly grabbed her mobile phone, bag, and coat—a typical three-piece suit for going out—and quickly disappeared into the building of "ME".Lan Jue watched the tornado-like Gu Li go out without taking a cloud, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly followed: "Director Gu, where are you going? Let me drive for you."

"Okay, hurry up, I'll wait for you in the underground garage." Gu Li quickly disappeared into the depths of the corridor, and at the same time turned around and added casually, "By the way, put the knife on my desk Take it with you."

Lan Jue: "..."

The sky gradually cleared up.

The grayish blue that is unique to the early morning is slowly diluted, and the blue ink-like mist that permeates the air disappears under the sunlight.The autumn sunshine has a similar quality to this huge post-industrial city. It seems to be natural, but after a long time, it always makes people feel fake.The bright sun does not look any different from the midsummer in June, it is still hanging high in the sky, it is still above the clouds and looks down on the world under its feet, it is still touching every inch of skin with light, but it only brings There was a burst of coldness.It shines brightly on the surface of the lake, but the cold surface of the lake only returns it with a more indifferent prismatic light.

Lu Shao sat on the grass in his favorite Jing'an Park.He was wearing sunglasses, a fleece hat, and a mask on his face.In this way, he is just an ordinary foreigner.But as long as he takes off his glasses or mask, the facial features on his face that frequently appear in magazines and TV may attract some fashion-conscious, skinny girls.

He actually forgot how long he hadn't taken a leisurely walk on the street, how long he hadn't watched a movie comfortably, and how long he hadn't gone to a roadside food stall to have a good meal.It was not possible before, and it is not possible now.The current self is like an invisible secret, living in the dark, living in a countdown state that is always on tenterhooks.

He sat up from the grass and took out the car keys in his pocket.He suddenly wanted to go to a place.

I sat on a chair across from Gong Ming. I said it was a chair, but it was actually bigger than my sofa.The silence in the room gives people the illusion that time is passing by in a semi-solidified gelatinous state.The coffee continues to stimulate my body and wake me up from the morning slump.

During Gong Ming's hospitalization, although Kitty and I still had a lot of work to do, he was not a superman after all, and his workload would definitely not be as much as when he was at work.So during this period of time, I finally have some free time left, such as this moment, so that I can review my life.All this time, I've been running at the speed of the final stage of the [-]-meter sprint, grinning forward like a blind mouse with its tail on fire, and yet when I stop and look back at my life, I can feel There are a lot of sandy feelings accumulated in my heart, and as the blood flows into various parts of my body, countless raw and rough sadness settles on my body.

After autumn, Tang Wanru finally moved out of our villa.

In fact, there is no other reason, we didn't quarrel, and we didn't hate each other - to put it bluntly, after so many years, with Tang Wanru's personality, if you want to hate each other, you already hate each other - the problem between us is that when each of us We bid farewell to our student days in a hurry and scribbled, wearing all black clothes and squeezing in the small elevator of the office building with a haggard face, she still clings to the past time with a film background.She still likes to read those love novels that look like literature and art, but she still cries so much that her mother doesn't recognize them in the sensational passages. She still likes to bring us together every night while drinking coffee and black tea while chatting about national entertainment (male) The gossip of the celebrities, she still expects Gu Li to pour out all kinds of unheard of drinks from her Pandora's box-like cabinet to brew for everyone, and she is still eagerly looking forward to the day when Gu Li will burst into tears. A wave of nostalgia invites us to huddle together on the living room Persian rug for yoga.

But the fact is that each of us is going home later than anyone else, and when we get home, we hurriedly make a bowl of instant noodles in the kitchen or grab an apple from the refrigerator, and then nestle in front of our computer Smash the keyboard, or wear a soaring ponytail, make your temples shine brightly, sit on the ground, and fight hard against the floor full of printing paper spread out in front of you.

Tang Wanru finally lived as a ghost of the past, she replaced all of us in the timeline of the past, when she looked at us, there was a kind of reluctance in her eyes, and a hope that even she herself did not hope for. look forward to.

Even Nan Xiang, who used to be with her all the time, joined our camp.Every morning, we drank milk and cereal on the small dining table, and poured a cup of espresso down our throats before we left. We seized all the time at the dining table to chat about all kinds of gossip and incredible plans in "ME" , Just as passionately as when we talked about whether the diameter of the mole on the dean's face exceeded a penny when we were in college.

And when Tang Wanru woke up, she always found that she was the only one standing in the living room wearing a nightgown.There were three sets of tableware left on the kitchen table. Lucy hummed softly while washing the dishes, and the foam from the dishwashing liquid filled the sink.

Every morning, she is greeted by such a living room.

Until one night last week, when a few of us were chatting casually in the living room about the materials to be prepared for the next day’s meeting, she came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head and a black mud-like mask on her face. , It looks like half a silky chicken was smashed into a juicer and applied to the face.She sat down next to us, and said to us in a low voice: "Gu Li, you have to repair the shower head in the bathroom. The water flow is too strong and rough. Taking a shower every day feels like being gang-raped!"

Before Gu Li had time to start her counterattack procedure, she added a sentence: "Fortunately, I will move out next week. I have already found a house. It is not far from you."

In her voice, everyone raised their heads one after another.

When the car stopped, Gu Li didn't wait for Lan Jue to open the door, so he opened the door and got out of the car.She waved at Lan Jue: "Go and park the car. Then come to me." Lan Jue nodded, and his handsome face disappeared behind the black glass that rolled up.Gu Li looked at herself through the glass, her makeup was still fresh and bright after an all-night test.

She looked around, seeing both familiar and unfamiliar scenes, all kinds of thoughts suddenly arose in her heart.

I was awakened from my memories by a knock on the door, I opened the door, and after my eyes focused, my brains blew out——I quickly turned into a hairy crab whose shell was chopped open by a hammer again.

Outside the door, Sogo—now Lu Shao, also stared at me dumbfounded.In these few seconds, we don't know how many mushroom clouds have churned in each other's minds.He certainly didn't think I'd be here either.

Seeing me stunned at the door, Gong Ming couldn't help walking over and asking, "Who is it?"

When he saw the face standing outside the door, he was as stunned as I was.

Three hairy crabs stood at the door, bruised and silent.

How to explain the present scene?I quickly mobilized all my IQ, trying to make the right response, but with my IQ, I found it too difficult.It felt like Tang Wanru kept saying tongue twisters in my head:
First of all, Gong Ming didn't know that I already knew that Chong Guang was not dead, and Chong Guang didn't tell Gong Ming that I already knew that he was not dead. At the same time, logically speaking, I should also show that I am I don’t know that Sogo doesn’t look dead; but Lu Shao, a model who is not related to Gong Ming, suddenly came to see Gong Ming, and it doesn’t make sense. Then maybe I should show a surprised look, but will this surprise be understood? Because I already know that Lu Shao is Sogo?Or, in fact, Gong Ming already knew that I already knew that Chong Guang is Lu Shao, but Chong Guang and I thought that Gong Ming didn't know that we already knew that Chong Guang was Lu Shao...

...my brain is starved of oxygen.

Gong Ming: "...you are Lu Shao? What are you doing here?"

——I was trembling in my heart, but at the same time, I also knew that Gong Ming was also trembling in his heart. Although he was an iceberg beauty, he was a poor actor.His eyelashes fluttered like bee wings when he lied.

Lu Shao looked at me unnaturally, and said embarrassingly: "...um... I want to talk about a cooperation..."

The three of them were like clowns on a balance beam, waiting to see who would fall first.

However, God is never too chaotic, and he always expects people in the world to have a higher IQ, a bigger mind, and a more dramatic life.Is there anything more chaotic than the current situation?
Have.

There was a rattling sound in the corridor.

When I saw Gu Li's face from outside the door, the logic operation system that I had been struggling to maintain in my mind completely collapsed.But I believe that the three of them, whose IQs are obviously higher than mine, are still maintaining high-speed logical operations:

Gong Ming doesn't know that Gu Li already knows that Chong Guang is not dead, Chong Guang doesn't know that Gu Li already knows that he is not dead, Gu Li thinks I don't know that Chong Guang is not dead but in fact I already know that Chong Guang is not dead, and Gu Li is not sure about Gong Does Ming know that he already knows that Sogo is not dead...

My brain just after restarting, froze again.

I stood where I was, maintaining a dead state, and I swore I could hear the sound of the three of them's hard disks spinning in the silence...

——God laughed when I thought there could never be a more chaotic situation in the world.He smiled with white teeth all over his mouth, and flicked his little tongue.

When Lanjue and Kitty walked into this dead room again, the situation had turned into a science fiction mystery novel about murder in a secret room and time travel.I looked at Lanjue and Kitty, it was hard to guess whether they were insiders or outsiders in this matter, neither Lanjue nor Kitty knew, Lanjue knew that Kitty didn't know, Lanjue didn't know that Kitty knew, Lanjue and Kitty We all know that any kind of permutation and combination change, coupled with the logical combination of Gong Ming Chong Guli and myself who has just been born, will deduce 2 to the Nth power of possibilities.Chong Guang looked at Kitty, Kitty looked at Gong Ming, Gong Ming looked at Lan Jue, Lan Jue looked at Gu Li, Gu Li looked at me, and I looked at all of them... I even felt that Lan Jue and Kitty were looking at each other Looking at each other quietly and calmly, the information in their eyes is like a long series of binary numbers, which can be seen but cannot be read.

If the current situation were a novel, I would definitely beat the author of that novel.

The stalemate in the room remained, and I was the first to fall.All I can do is wait to see the impasse in front of me break down and see who can make it to the end.

In the silence that filled the room, what continued to sound was the clicking sound of the computer hard drive being cleaned.

(End of this chapter)