Cheng Hao's life has not been easy these days, looking at the sales report in his hand, he can't help frowning deeply, and his performance is really a headache.

If you want to continue like this, the question is not how to make money, but how to stop losses.

The company's building was also quiet and panicked, except for a few important business executives, other people were also on vacation, and the project was almost all stopped, just to keep the company running.

The number of confirmed and suspected SARS patients and suspected cases every day is no longer a few, a dozen, or a dozen, or hundred.

Cheng Hao sighed, rubbed his forehead, and then packed up his things and left the office.

Cheng Hao walked on the empty street.

Once upon a time, the streets of Beijing were so empty, the sky was still blue, the air was fresh, and there were no fine dust particles suspended in the city, which shrouded the city in a thick layer of haze.

Cheng Hao didn't drive and enjoyed the rare quiet.

He paced down the street, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, feeling the warmth of late spring, and if it weren't for this epidemic, he would never have had time to stop and experience such idleness.

Before he knew it, he walked to the entrance of the subway, and then walked in slowly, without any purpose, but without realizing it.

There are also few people in the subway, which is simply unimaginable in the past. The scattered people in the train compartment wore masks, and the distance between them was very long, and their eyes were a little glazed.

If you think about it, you can understand that if there is no important matter, no one will want to take such a closed means of transportation at this time.

Although there were many empty seats, Cheng Hao did not sit down, but stood in the corner with a handrail.

Suddenly I remembered that it was crowded with people in such a carriage at that time, and the little girl pulled a trolley suitcase in one hand and arched her body, trying to make room for herself in this crowd.

I still remember her porcelain-like skin and jewel-like black eyes, and I still remember the ventilation fan above her head that curled up her hair, and the strands of hair fluttered gently in the noisy environment, reminiscent of the rippling layers of waves on the clear and calm lake.

After getting out of the subway, Cheng Hao took out his mobile phone and looked at the dense phone number on it, but he didn't know who to call. Every number that seemed intimate at this moment suddenly felt so unattainable.

For the first time, he found that his heart was like a crowded subway, which seemed to be so close to each other, but the distance was daunting.

He pressed a few numbers lightly, as unconscious as if he had entered the subway, and suddenly he saw the number clearly, and hurriedly stopped his nonsensical behavior.

In fact, I haven't contacted that girl for several weeks, at most I just use text messages to report to each other that I am safe.

He hesitated and pressed the number again, then hung up again halfway through, and yes, he didn't know what to say.

For the first time, Cheng Hao felt that shijie was so empty, the company was empty, the streets were empty, the subway was empty, and even the home was so empty.

The feeling of loneliness was eating him little by little, but he was powerless to get rid of it, and it felt like he was struggling in the mire.

On weekdays, there is always a place to go, and you can always find solace in the bright lights, but not now.

Although more than half of the people in this city live in chronic suicide every day, when the Grim Reaper really finds its head, everyone is still afraid, and they still know that the body is the most important thing.

At this time, everyone will be somewhat restrained and will become cautious.

Cheng Hao sat on the bed, looking at the big pillow, remembering the night when she had a high fever, remembering the bright light that lit up on that most terrifying night, and feeling that her whole body was shrouded in a kind of light.

He couldn't tell, he couldn't tell, he couldn't see the light, but it kept shining in his heart, and he remembered that the light said to him:

"I'm scared, so I can't go. ”

Cheng Hao rolled over, hugged the pillow tighter, held his mobile phone and looked at the phone number and began to hesitate again.

In fact, he knew that it was right for her not to come, and he had no reason to let her come.

She is really still a little girl, she is also so timid, and she is also so desperate, and she will seriously disinfect and do all the work of preventing infectious diseases.

Although it can be powerful in an instant, it is incredible, but afterwards it is still scared and crying.

I really shouldn't be in the city at this time, although I was so eager to hear her voice and see her crystal clear eyes, but I still couldn't say the three simple words "I miss you" to her.

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The TV news was playing the SARS epidemic on a loop, Zhao Jianling frowned, turned off the TV and said, "It's annoying!" and then lay on the bed.

Xiang Xiaoyuan sat on another bed, holding an English dictionary to memorize words, but now he feels that he has a lot of free time and can use it to learn.

"Why do you think I'm so stupid, why didn't I remember to bring a few books?" Zhao Jianling lamented.

"You should memorize your set of twenty-four histories, and ordinary books are not enough for you to read. Xiao Yuan teased her with a smile.

The sword spirit ignored her and lay on the bed humming Faye Wong's "red beans".

"Wait until the scenery is seen through, maybe you will accompany me to see the long stream......"

She always likes to hum this song, and she always likes to hum this sentence.

After humming for a while, feeling bored, Sword Spirit turned on the TV again and changed the channel, until the music station was replaying the New Year's concert, and she looked listlessly.

Xiao Yuan saw her scratching her ears and cheeks irritably, and felt a little funny, so she closed the book and smiled at her.

"I don't read anymore, let's dance!"

The sword spirit immediately became excited and said, "Okay!" and hurriedly put on his shoes and made a "please" gesture to Xiao Yuan.

In the small space by the window, two girls twirled to Johann Strauss's waltz.

I still remember in the humble auditorium of the unit, where everyone would go to relax and dance there on weekends.

It's a simple slow three, slow four, girls are embarrassed to dance with boys, so some tall girls spontaneously dance men's steps.

Of course, Zhong Yuan danced the most, and Zhao Jianling danced well, every time they took Xiaoyuan to dance.

Xiang Xiaoyuan is very spiritual, many things can be learned as soon as they are learned, and they can slowly jump with Panpan.

Since staying at Mr. Cheng's house on weekends, Xiang Xiaoyuan hasn't danced for a long time.

I still remember that in the humble auditorium, there were no complicated decorations, no gorgeous lights, and even the sound was a little hoarse, Zhong Yuan and Zhao Jianling were demonstrating at the front, and they were willing to always fail to keep up with the beat.

Everyone laughs and dances like this, they don't need fancy clothes, they don't need luxurious atmospheres, they don't need audiences, they just feel happy.

Really, happy from the heart.

Zhao Jianling raised her arms, and Xiao Yuan held her fingertips to rotate gently, dancing lightly.

With the music of the waltz, it feels like walking on the clouds.

At the end of the song "...... Huh", the two girls fell on the bed and looked at each other.

Xiao Yuan's eyes were as black as obsidian, and if you didn't look closely, you could barely tell the iris and pupils, and the sword spirit's eyes, like her hair color, were a light amber color, always like rippling autumn water.

They looked at each other and suddenly daxiao, I don't know that weishenme just wanted to laugh, I haven't been so happy for a long time.

The long-standing fear seems to have been released, but in fact, the initial panic turned out to be not a big deal......