Liu Feiyang sat here all night, all night.

Sometimes I looked up at the starry sky, sometimes I looked at the grass from afar, I admired the surrounding trees for a while, and finally muttered a few words, as if I was talking to the night wind, and the lonely figure made people wonder if he was a fool under the gradually dimming street lamp.

He thought a lot, such as why there is love between men and women, why a man and a woman are gathered into a unit, and why there is always a song at the end of the day, until dawn, he saw the sanitation workers, the uncles and aunts who seemed to be exercising in the morning, and the people of office who hurried through from his side.

The eyes are still so confused.

Who am I?

Where am I?

Where am I going?

In the end, I don't know if it was the kind-hearted person, maybe it was because he looked too pitiful, like a person who had failed his career and was hit to decadence, he said cheers in his ear, and when Liu Feiyang relieved himself and wanted to pursue the owner of the voice, he found that there were only passers-by around, and even tourists with cameras taking pictures.

There is laughter in the ears, and there is prosperity and peace in front of you.

The machine raised his head, and found that the sunlight was particularly dazzling, so he recovered from his loneliness, got up from the bench, and found that his legs were extremely sore, and he sneezed, dragging his legs, and sneezing as he walked, like a fish swimming upstream, opposite all pedestrians.

It took more than ten minutes to return to the hotel, and when he entered the lobby, two men in suits and leather shoes greeted him, with the hotel sign hanging in front of him, it should be a senior manager, I heard that he came here to ask if he was satisfied with the service, just heard them say two words, Liu Feiyang waved his hand, did not have the desire to listen, and then passed by, and continued to walk forward step by step.

The two managers turned their heads dumbfounded, looking at his faltering back, like a candlelight old man in the twilight, which made them scratch their heads, in their eyes, the man in front of them is a successful person, not an ordinary success, should be happy, vibrant, how can it be such a posture?

It wasn't until the figure disappeared into the elevator that he reluctantly retracted his gaze, and the doubts in his heart continued.

Liu Feiyang came upstairs, the elevator opened and closed twice before he came to his senses, stepped out of the elevator, returned to the room and stood at the door and was stunned, looking at the most luxurious presidential suite in this hotel, through the floor-to-ceiling windows can overlook the city, all the furnishings are precious objects, and even think that even the cushion on the toilet in the bathroom is a luxury brand, but why is there no popularity, deserted?

Suddenly I felt very lonely.

Don't say that there are people who can talk, and there are no people who seem to be able to help you spend money.

After standing for more than ten minutes, he reluctantly accepted his current situation, walked to the rocking chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, sat down, and put a sauce-colored cashmere blanket on the armrest, he covered himself, and then looked out the window, shaking the chair one by one.

When the sun is shining.

He was thinking about what his goal was in life until now? To make money, it seems that he doesn't need it, this kind of thing can't be brought with him in life or in death, and the money he earns can't be spent in several lifetimes.

When the sun sets.

The orange-red afterglow reflected on his face, and he wondered: he has decades to live, fifty, sixty, or seventy years, and what should he live the rest of?

No father, no mother, no wife and no children, who came to this world nakedly, and it seems that there is no relationship with the word family affection, will they leave naked on the day they close their eyes?

Last time "died" and Qin Fang sat on the kang, so one day in a few decades, will anyone still cry a few times on their grave?

When thousands of lights appear outside the window.

He was still sitting in the rocking chair, and his mind began to think about the question expressed when communicating with the bandits, there is a very fierce debate in the scientific community at the moment, that is, whether there is a parallel world, or whether there is a space in another dimension, there is a person who is exactly the same as himself, sitting exactly the same thing, if there really is, just like the six-eared macaque and Sun Xingzhi, who is the real body and who is the prosthesis?

When midnight.

The lights of Wanjia are gone, the weather is very bad, it is raining lightly, he looks at the raindrops and thinks, what have he done in his life, he has been a fool in the grocery store, he has been sharp in the bar, he has had a romantic affair in Huibei, and he has been in the limelight in Hailian, which is very brilliant now and will be even more brilliant in the future... But what can all this bring to yourself?

Thinking about it, he felt sleepy, closed his eyes and snored softly, and the shaking of the rocking chair slowly slowed down until it finally stopped, and a little light from the outside could only illuminate the slap in front of him, and he bathed in this faint light and continued to sleep.

Covered with a woolen blanket, calm and peaceful.

When he woke up, it was already noon the next day, to be precise, it should be the noon break, because he saw that in the opposite office building, people came out in groups, from this height, it looked like little ants crawling on the ground, he didn't move, he didn't feel sleepy, he also felt hungry, he just felt very comfortable sitting like this, watching, and still, and he was willing to continue in this state.

There was a slight sound in the door, and two women in hotel uniforms walked in, and saw that there were actually people in the room, and they were still sitting in rocking chairs, and they became trembling and came over and said sorry, and asked a few times to clean the room, but no one responded, thinking that they were going out, so they brought someone over to clean it, she was wearing a black uniform, a tight short skirt, black socks, black high heels, and her hair was coiled up, beautiful and generous, she should also be a manager, she stood beside her and asked a few times, and finally frowned slightly, feeling that Mr. Liu was not as sunny as reported in the news. So blind, not responding to yourself at all.

I didn't dare to bother too much, and then retreated.

Liu Feiyang also sat like this as if he had never noticed that someone was coming.

The next day.

The hotel knocked on the door again according to the usual practice, and the result was the same, no one responded at all, in the afternoon she walked in with the room card, and saw that Liu Feiyang was still in yesterday's posture, as if she had never moved, and suddenly felt that there was a cold wind on her back, looking at the figure, and unconsciously rushed to the horror, she stepped forward to ask, and found that Liu Feiyang's lips were dry, with a layer of stiff skin on it, and her eyes were sluggish, like a lake that had not been rippling for a long time, covered with a thick layer of dust, she was so frightened that her face was pale, her face was pale, and her legs were limp and sat on the ground, looking at the figure in horror。

Thought the man was gone.

If Liu Feiyang hadn't heard the voice and slowly turned her head, she really thought that this person was gone.

Under Liu Feiyang's colorless gaze, she looked embarrassed, and ran out of the room with a crawl, completely forgetting that she represented the image of the hotel, and ran back to the office, and kept patting her chest, comforting herself that everything just now was a dream, a dream.

Slowed down for half an hour.

Finally eased a little, at the same time another question hit her mind, recalling the shadow sitting on the rocking chair, it should not have moved for two days, looking at the lips, there has been no drop of water for two days, she thought in horror: This is to starve herself to death? If something happens to Liu Feiyang in this hotel, it will definitely cause a very sensational social impact, not to mention herself, even the hotel can't afford to pay this responsibility.

Thinking of this, I quickly took out the phone and reported to the leaders above.

The above is very important about this.

In less than 20 minutes, several cars stopped at the door, a black car, from which came down was the hotel leader, a white ambulance, the people who came down were still carrying stretchers, and finally the two people who ran down, it was Wang Zizhu and Wu San, who were still stranded in the factory in the suburbs, and did not know whether to dismiss people.

The hotel found Feiyang Group, and the group reported the matter to Hong Canhui, Hong Canhui tried to call Brother Yang, but no one answered, so he believed it, and he quickly called the two of them.

The group hurried upstairs.

The moment I opened the door, I saw the figure directly opposite, everyone was shocked, and for some reason, this room seemed to be full of pessimism and decadence, and the moment the door was opened, it sprayed out, making everyone feel like ashes, especially the shadow, too vicissitudes, too decadent, and at the same time very calm, extremely peaceful, like an old man who has seen through everything in the world, is preparing to die and say goodbye to the world with peace of mind...

Everyone who came in subconsciously slowed down.

A little closer to his side.

Wang Zizhu looked at Brother Wangyang's face and frowned slightly, thinking that if the hotel hadn't discovered it in time, the consequences would probably be unimaginable.

He gently raised his hand and pulled out Liu Feiyang's hand hidden in the cashmere blanket and held it on his wrist, it was very strange, this pulse only happened when he did not eat or drink for a long time, and it also fit the current situation, if this factor was removed, it would be more stable than a normal person...

Wu Sanqi turned around twice around him, and there were some very inexplicable things that were inadvertently cultivated, such as aura... Wu Sanshi has been in the tomb for many years, and said unceremoniously that when he entered the hospital and walked around the high-risk ward, he could accurately say who would leave at what time... Now, I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

In the end, the two glanced at each other and had to take off the wool blanket, the two carefully lifted Liu Feiyang and put him on the stretcher, very strange, Liu Feiyang didn't say a word during the whole process, there was no resistance, and his eyes kept opening and looking ahead, as if he was thinking heavily...

Carrying a stretcher, he went downstairs, sent an ambulance, began to give a drip, and came to the hospital smoothly on the road, there was already a group of local experts in various specialties at the entrance of the hospital, Liu Feiyang was sent to the ward, a group of people gathered around the bed to observe, it took half an hour, and then went back to the meeting to discuss for half an hour, and asked Wang Zizhu and Wu Sanpiece for nearly an hour.

Finally, a psychologist made a diagnosis: bipolar disorder!

PS: It's still at nine o'clock

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