With this sound, the dim space seemed to be brighter, the girl in the white dress frowned slightly, slowly opened her eyes, as if awakened by her, the confusion in her eyes gradually dissipated after a few seconds, and she sat up a little stiffly.

After Rong Zhiwei looked around at the boundless space around her, she turned her head to look at the black-haired and black-dressed girl beside her, her eyes were full of surprise and puzzlement: "You..."

The girl with black hair and black dress raised her eyebrows, and her cold and familiar voice sounded again: "Remember me?" ”

Looking at the face that was very similar to herself, Rong Zhiwei frowned, searched in her broken memories, and hesitated: "I seem... I've heard your voice. ”

Rong Zhiwei subconsciously stretched out her hand, wanting to caress her face that was the same as herself, but she didn't want to be dodged by the girl in the black dress, she took a few steps back, lowered her eyelids, and covered the faint light in her eyes.

"O crippled man, you seem to be a little more complete now."

There was no lack of sympathy in the faint tone.

Rong Zhiwei withdrew her hand, her heart was a little empty, and the blank look in her eyes was even greater: "Why?" ”

She wanted to ask why there were so many.

Where, why is she here?

Who are you and why do you look the same as me?

Why do you say I'm a crippled person?

Why, I feel like I'm missing something...

The girl in the black dress glanced at her faintly: "Isn't everything you have now all from me to you?" Otherwise, you're dead in pieces, number 014. ”

She said the long-lost title, which was the pain that Rong Zhiwei had already forgotten.

It was like a big black hand in the abyss reaching out to her, grabbing her ankles and dragging her down, falling into the abyss together, and her heart wanting to escape.

Rong Zhiwei's eyes darkened: "I'm not No. 014, my surname is Rong, my name is Rong Zhiwei." ”

Her voice was clean and firm, and she seemed to be really convinced that she was Rong Zhiwei.

The girl in the black dress smiled faintly, and her cold voice sounded again: "If you are Rong Zhiwei, then who am I?" ”

She pointed to a face that was exactly the same as herself, and there was a hint of mockery in her eyes, and a complex emotion that she couldn't understand.

"I..."

Indeed, this question left her unanswered, and the mottled old memories were freed from the cage in the depths of her heart, and she didn't even know what she looked like during the heavy days when she was called 014.

And the girl in the black dress in front of her, she just consciously felt that she looked like herself.

Who she is is a question worth pondering, but now she would rather regard herself as Rong Zhiwei with wishful thinking than go back to be that No. 014.

She was silent.

The girl in the black dress hooked her lips coldly: "Continue your journey." ”

As soon as the words fell, Rong Zhiwei, who was still frowning and silent, slowly closed her eyes, fell to the ground, and returned to her previous sleeping state.

The space darkened again, as silent as before.

Rong Zhiwei, who was dressed in an off-white winter coat, took a hot breath, walked in from the door of the company, got on the elevator and walked straight into the editorial office, checked in and signed in, and sat down in her place.

After reaching out and detaching her lotus pink scarf from her neck and putting it on the back of the chair, her light honey-brown over-the-shoulder hair was scattered behind her back, and she reached out and neatly pulled out a ball head, and then turned on her computer.

"Good morning."

After the opposite seat was also seated, Rong Zhiwei took the initiative to say hello to the other party very happily.

"Good morning, Vita." The girl on the other side also responded enthusiastically.

After turning on the computer, Rong Zhiwei opened her comic software with ease, glanced at today's update, and focused on the few painters she was responsible for.

Except for the bright "not updated" word in the first line, the remaining ones all show the updated status.

Rong Zhiwei frowned slightly, and pursed her mouth a little helplessly.

With her good looks and good personality, she has become the most popular editor of CK Comics, but Rong Zhiwei has no way to be responsible for this lazy cancer painter, and the advanced stage of lazy cancer is the best definition she gave him.

His painting style is gorgeous and delicate, even if he is always lazy and asks for leave, but he still firmly occupies the first place on the comic popularity list.

Rong Zhiwei has thought about it carefully, maybe he is the first on the popularity list, and it has something to do with his own appearance...

In the hot comment area of the comic "The Stars and You", the most liked popular comment is Rong Zhiwei.

100 million stars: @大薇, this is the sixth time he has taken leave! He even tried to deceive us with a selfie, Weida, you take care of him!

Today's update of "Stars and You" is honored to ask for leave, and as the author, Shengxi is probably embarrassed to ask for leave frequently, so I attached a selfie of myself under today's leave note.

Rong Zhiwei's right hand on the mouse clicked on the leave slip, and when she flipped to the selfie, she stayed for a few more seconds.

Truly... It's beautiful.

In this era, there are very few boys like this who look good, can draw, have clear ideas and write well, and they are enough to be described as a treasure.

However, that doesn't change the fact that he's a lazy late-stage painter.

Rong Zhiwei put her hands on the keyboard to type, and after interacting with some fans, she clicked on the dialog box.

Dawei: What is the reason this time, I don't believe it at all when I am sick or something.

In a few minutes, it came back to me.

Shengxi: I, I... Uninspired.

Uninspired? It's very simple.

Dawei: Read a book, listen to a song, watch a movie and play a game? Inspiration will flash through my mind at some point!

There was a pause and replied.

Shengxi: I don't want to read books, it's useless to listen to songs, I don't feel like watching movies alone, and I can't stop playing games...

Rong Zhiwei blackened her face and knocked a few ellipses.

Shengxi: But you have to trust me! I really have a heart that wants to draw.

Dawei: Fall! You're our contracted artist, hey! You can't indulge yourself like that!

She had just finished recovering her breath when another painter came running to knock on her again.

Anganna: Vida! Did you read my update today? People want to discuss the next plot with you, are you free?

Anganna is the second largest painter in charge of Rong Zhiwei, and her works rank in the top five all year round, although she is not as popular as Shengxi, but she is also a small and fresh five good girls.

Dawei: I'll go and see it right away, let me finish the advance at hand~

Angina: Good drops.

Discuss the plot... Well, that's a good idea.

Rong Zhiwei called up the dialog box and typed neatly: Why don't you try to discuss the plot with me to find inspiration?

Shengxi: How to find it?