Li Xiaoli couldn't remember how she got home that night? It seems that you have been walking for a long time, and you vaguely remember that you took a taxi? Or just walking home? In short, it was very tiring, tired like crossing the Pacific Ocean. When she returned www.biquge.info home, she didn't turn on the lights or take off her clothes, but fell asleep on the bed.

It would be nice if I could sleep for a long time, I don't want to wake up. When the phone alarm clock rang as usual and woke her up, she thought so half-dead that she forgot to turn off the alarm.

So she lay there, motionless, like a sunken ship, watching the light change on the ceiling. The boss's secretary called, she took a look, and she answered. The secretary asked her why she hadn't come to the company yet, and she said weakly that I was sick. The secretary said oh, then you can rest, I will tell the boss, you will come back tomorrow. Ok thanks. Li Xiaoli hung up the phone. Still lying quietly.

There are a lot of images in the brain, intertwined, and the head is going to be blown up. She hugged her head and curled up in a ball, with only one thought in her heart: "How can I cry?" If I don't cry out, I'll die......"

The sky gradually darkened, Li Xiaoli still curled up and did not move, all day, Ye Shan's phone calls were called and called, Li Xiaoli did not answer or hang up, just looked at the phone screen in a daze, and never seemed to recognize the name of this caller ID. The text messages were also one after another, and she didn't want to read them at all, and now she refused to receive any information from the outside world.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, accompanied by a hurried knock on the door, it was Ye Shan who shouted one after another: "Xiaoli, are you at home?" Is it good to open the door. Li Xiaoli was frightened, sat up, and retreated behind the bed. No, no, no, don't see this person again, this person has already killed me once and can't kill me a second time. But why doesn't the knock on the door stop, it keeps ringing. Li Xiaoli was scared to death, she opened the door of the wardrobe, got in, closed the door tightly and covered her ears, and fell into a state of sleep.

I don't know how long it took, the world was only barren and silent, Li Xiaoli felt that she wanted to vomit, so she crawled out of the cabinet, ran into the bathroom, hugged the toilet, retched for a long time, and didn't vomit anything. I haven't eaten for two days, and when she came out of the company yesterday, she was in a hurry to see Hayama, who was hungry, and at this moment, the feeling of vomiting dissipated, but the fire in her stomach seemed to be digesting her entire body.

The feeling of hunger awakened her instinct for survival, and she crawled to the kitchen on her knees, opened the refrigerator, turned out a carton of milk, and couldn't wait to gulp it down, so fast that as soon as she finished drinking, she opened her mouth and vomited it all over, vomiting all over herself. She looked down at her embarrassed appearance, but instead gained a hint of life: Hey, Li Xiaoli, you can't die.

Yes, I can't die, the sun will rise tomorrow as usual, and the boss will still arrange the work. Li Xiaoli took off her clothes, wiped the milk on the floor, and threw the clothes into the washing machine. She turned out a packet of instant noodles, calmly boiled water, boiled noodles, and beat an egg for herself, just half-naked, in the kitchen, eating one bite at a time, the world is not as good as the bowl of steaming instant noodles in front of her can soothe her body and mind.

After drinking the last mouthful of soup, Li Xiaoli washed the bowl and pot and cleaned it up. I went to the bathroom again, didn't dare to look in the mirror, simply turned my back to it, stripped naked, stood under the shower, turned on the faucet, raised my face and closed my eyes, feeling the washing of the water.

Scarlett is right, tomorrow is another day.