In the morning, Wen Zhu stepped into the office building with his briefcase and pressed the attendance clock with his right thumb at the entrance on the first floor, the time was 7:35. The fingerprint attendance clock has not yet had time to say thank you.

"Mr. Wen, morning. "Early. ”

Wen Zhu smiled at his colleague, seeing that he was reluctant to leave after good morning, and stared at himself, could there be any leftover rice grains on his face? It turned out that there was a band-aid on his forehead, which was not as flamboyant as the traitor's ointment, and it was indeed eye-catching.

He sped up the stairs, but he met a lot of colleagues and had to say hello. His colleagues looked at him with suspicion, as if they were not saying good morning to him, but to a band-aid.

He entered the office with a wry smile, believing that it would not be long before all kinds of rumors would radiate out of the office building. Before a cup of tea was brewed, the internal phone rang, it was Chen Jiaming, saying that there was something to discuss.

"Hung the lottery?" Chen Jiaming asked, pointing to Wen Zhu's forehead.

"Hmm. Thank you Chairman for your concern. He nodded.

"What's going on?"

"It was dark and I accidentally hit a wall. As soon as the words came out, he felt that something was wrong.

"Hitting a wall?" Chen Jiaming thought to himself, hitting a wall is a metaphor for being angry, except for me in the company, others are only angry with him. Recently, he has been proud of the spring breeze, how can he be angry, there must be a reason for it, so he smiled and said: "This is familiar, Xiaowen, is there a conflict between the young husband and wife?"

"No, no. "Wen Zhu is telling the truth, there really isn't.

"How many years have you been married?"

"Eight years have passed. ”

"Oh, the seven-year itch is your turn. ”

"The chairman came to me for this, right?" No one would believe what happened last night, so he could only change the subject.

"Hahaha, no, no. It is difficult for a clean official to cut off family affairs, and he is happy step by step. ”

"Keep it in mind. ”

After saying that, Wen Zhu returned to the office, and the events of last night were unbelievable, but it happened.

On the third night of Daming Mountain's return, he slept well, late at night, his forehead hurt and he felt like he had scraped something sharp, and at the same time, Dong Mei woke up from his sleep screaming.

Wen Zhu broke into the house in a haze, opened his eyes wide but didn't find anything unusual, so he quickly turned on the light, only to see Dong Mei gasping, blood flowing from her forehead, and a piece of bloody flesh between Dong Mei's nails.

"Why is your head bleeding?" Dong Mei asked in a panic.

"You're the murderer. He pulled two pieces of tissue paper and covered his forehead and said.

"Am I a murderer?" she asked, puzzled.

"Your left hand is proof. ”

She raised her left hand, her blue nails unwashed, the bloody flesh even more dazzling in the light, and she stepped back as she sat on the bed, the blanket wrinkled under her, not believing it was real.

"How is this possible? How could I do such a stupid thing? Husband, I didn't mean to. "She didn't seem to be in a nightmare.

"Deliberately is to murder one's own husband. I'm glad you didn't dream of picking watermelons, otherwise my head would have to move. ”

"Does it hurt? She guiltily recounted the experience in her dream: "I had a strange dream just now, and I dreamed that we were walking in a beautiful park that we had never been to. The sun sets, the birds return, the breeze comes, and the spirit is refreshing.

"We walked along the boulevard affectionately, holding hands, and for some reason, a bewitching woman fell from the sky, took your other hand, and tried to snatch you away from me. I was very angry, so I argued with her, asked her if she recognized the wrong person, and if she pulled me again, she would be unkind.

She said that she wouldn't recognize the wrong person in broad daylight, and asked if your name was Wenzhu, and you nodded. She and I each tried our best to hold you by a hand, but you didn't say a word, let others pull you, and you were about to fall apart.

"I was on fire, and I just wanted to use the Nine Yin Divine Claw that I hadn't used for many years, but she smiled weirdly and disappeared. I saw cracks in the ground, which were getting bigger and bigger, and the whole ground was torn apart, and I sank, and the desire to survive made me clutch my hands indiscriminately. I didn't expect to dig your head, I knew it was like this, I would rather fall into the abyss of dreams. ”

"Don't blame yourself. All scared sweat, wipe it. Don't be afraid, dreams are the opposite, I'm not by your side, I'll always be by your side. Don't throw away the shredded meat. ”

"Do you want to implant regeneration?" she glanced at him gratefully.

"Implant regeneration? The surgery is too expensive. I'm not in the way, I'll be fine in a few days, I'm rough-skinned, I can't break the phase. ”

"What's the use of keeping that? Let me reflect all the time. ”

"Oh, my aunt, where do you want to go, this little thing still needs to be reflected. Isn't there a handful of leeks in the fridge? I pondered adding this shredded meat and stir-frying it tomorrow, not too fresh. He smacked his lips as he spoke.

Dong Mei was amused, returned to normal, got up to inspect his injury, a wound of more than two centimeters, blood soaked tissue paper, scrubbed with a towel, washed with alcohol, smeared with red potion, and put on a band-aid.

Wen Zhu shook his head, busy with the desk, finished, took a sip of tea, stretched his waist, returned to his position, sorted out the travelogue of playing Daming Mountain a few days ago, and sent it to the cuckoo, which can be regarded as an explanation for Changyou. Cuckoo was not online for the time being, and on a whim, he wrote a poem and sent it to her. The poem is as follows:

"The grass grows, the warbler flies and the flowers are red, and the eight sons of Longcheng go down to the west of Zhejiang. The long drive went straight into 800 miles, and Anji and Lin'an leaned on each other. The green dragon circles between the heavens and the earth, and there is clear water under the bamboo. The roots of the bamboo bite the green mountains, and the clear water is clear and the red carp jumps. The waterfall connects the Milky Way in the sky, and the stone ladder is three thousand without clouds. Ling Feng is slightly chaotic with fog, like a god descending to the world. The first scene of the bow is shocking and wet, the car is like tofu and the people are like ants. There are people in the depths of the old mountain, and the smoke curls to welcome the guests. The evening breeze brings rain and pine waves, and the third watch falls into a dream and the fifth watch rises. Kun'e Ming Mountain from the beginning of the Yue, Ming Concubine Seven Peaks to draw the imperial brush. The ancient thunderbolt is a line of sky, and the towering green mountains are separated. Changfeng Xiaoyue is unsatisfactory, and Xi Shi Wangfu is scarce. Time passes in the secluded tunnel, and the cold cave blows the past. The fairy man drove the crane and didn't know where, and flew to the peak to say that it was magical. The gossip array in the pile of rocks, the flags swaying in the meadow. The peak loop turns into a lotus flower, and the lotus platform sits on the meditation master. The colorful sunshine is one color, and the layers of spring and autumn are buried in the pine bottom. The lake is intoxicating and the birds are home, and ten thousand voices are sung in unison. A little red in the green bushes, it is difficult to buy half a touch. Enjoy the scenery of Mingshan Mountain, Taibai March I day. ”

After most of the day, Du Juan praised a good word, and there was no follow-up, this is not her style. Judging from the expression she sent, she was sullen, and she probably had trouble again, and she just wanted to ask.

"Brother, I'm on the job, I'm on the side, I feel like the sky is about to fall. What should I do? I'm getting nervous. Brother, come and save me!"

"When the sky falls, I'll stand on it, don't worry, take your time. ”

"It's not practical to talk about business in the virtual world. Brother, it's messed up...... It's messed up...... Shame on the dead...... Shame on the dead...... Can't you ......come with me? I'm going to have a breakdown. ”

She was incoherent, he didn't ask more, only replied with four words "fate sky", and then drove out of the company gate under the pretext of learning to drive straight to the teahouse.