On the second day of the funeral, Chen Tongsheng hurriedly commanded the program team to pack up and prepare to go home.

The boy named Bin Bin still didn't make a name for himself after all, but on the first day of the funeral, when Chen Tongsheng led his colleagues in the program team to the dojo to mourn, Bin Bin ran to Chen Tongsheng with a smile and suddenly said: "Go back!" Chen Tongsheng was puzzled and asked him: "What did you say?" Bin Bin laughed twice and ran away.

When Chen Tongsheng and his entourage rushed back to the borrowed villager's house, Bin Bin ran to him again halfway and said with a smile: "Return it quickly!" Everyone didn't know why, and after a while, they blew away this little guy that everyone loved and hated, leaving Chen Tongsheng stunned for a few seconds.

Before leaving, the old village chief came to see him off.

Wang Ziheng looked at him like that, and it seemed that he finally couldn't hold it back, and he had something to explain.

The old village chief called Chen Tongsheng and Wang Ziheng aside alone, and said in a very serious manner: "I know you have a lot of questions, but you listen to me, an old man, never inquire about this matter, just let it rot in your stomach!" ”

Chen Tongsheng let out a casual "oh" and stopped talking. Wang Ziheng seemed a little conscious: "Village chief, don't worry, we won't inquire about those things that the gods are talking about, and we don't want to inquire about them, but I think it is necessary to inform the government, after all, there are some things in there that are cultural relics." ”

The village chief shook his head and said, "I will handle these things well, and I don't have to worry about you." ”

He lit a pot of dry tobacco, took a few puffs leisurely, and looked at the distant mountains with a pair of old eyes, as if full of anxiety and doubt.

Wang Ziheng thought to himself: It should be us inexplicably, what are you pretending to be deep! He put on a posture and prepared to listen carefully to the old village chief's revelation.

Who knew that the old village chief knocked the cigarette stick on the ground, stood up and said: "I just want to advise the two of you: self-inflicted evil comes from the family, and you must turn back as soon as possible when you have to turn back, so you can do it yourself." ”

What is this called?

Wang Ziheng opened his mouth and said, "Are you going to tell us this?" ”

The old village chief replied, "That's all! ”

The prince was unwilling and wanted to ask. Chen Tongsheng stopped him and said to the old village chief: "Don't worry, we have taken your words to heart." ”

The old village chief walked away without looking back.

Wang Ziheng looked at Chen Tongsheng with a stunned face, but Chen Tongsheng regained his casual face, walked back to the team, and urged everyone to hurry up on the road.

The program team was in charge, the convoy was bumpy on the rugged mountain road, the Dong village behind it was gradually blurred, and in the noisy sound of gongs and drums, Wang Ziheng vaguely heard a dull roar from the mountain: It should be the village chief who blew up the tunnel.

Wang Ziheng returned to the provincial capital with a stomach full of questions, and it seems that the trip to Dong Village should be far from over.

After returning to the provincial capital, the program group was disbanded "as desired".

According to the previous agreement, Wang Ziheng can move to other departments in Taili and continue his "glamorous" work. But Wang Ziheng has made up his mind: resign and find another job. No one knows better than him whether the job is suitable for him, at least, it is not even guaranteed in the long run, and he is still a supernumerary.

Chen Tongsheng also resigned, and Wang Ziheng wanted to talk to him, but the phone was turned off and he couldn't be contacted. Wang Ziheng thought: Maybe the more you pretend to be nothing, the more painful and helpless you are! Well, it's normal not to want to see people at this time.

His sympathy for Chen Tongsheng has never been so strong.

Wang Ziheng decided to sleep happily for a few days and nights first, and then think about finding a job.

For three days, however, he did not sleep well, and he often had nightmares: dreaming that he was back in the dark and dim cave, and that the corpse, nailed to death by a copper nail, suddenly jumped up and called him brother. I dreamed of a pair or two pairs in a deep pool...... Countless pairs of black hands desperately grabbed at themselves.

Wake up again and again, fall asleep again and again, wake up again and again...... The cycle goes on and on, and the whole person is already in a trance.

On the morning of the third day, when he was awakened by the nightmare again, he realized that he could no longer let it run wild, so he got up and washed his face with cold water, a trick that temporarily freed him from the entanglement of the images.

He thought: I must go to the pharmacy today to buy some sleeping pills, otherwise I will not be able to find a good job if I am not mentally satisfied.

He slowly paced to the window and looked up at the sky, it was a cloudless and good day, and the sky was so blue. In this third-tier city, which is also known as "Shuangshuang", blue skies like this are very common, and this alone compares many provincial capitals. He couldn't help but smile at it!

Wang Ziheng, who looked at the sky, was stunned for a while, paced back into the room, sat down at the computer desk, and began to prepare resumes for submission on major job search websites. But when I saw the trivial things on the table, I immediately felt upset again.

He groped in the pockets on both sides of his trousers, then leaned to the side, took out a packet of yellow fruit trees, took one out of it, put it in his mouth, took the lighter and put it to his mouth, and then put down the lighter, pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, and slammed it on the table: in view of his current financial situation, he had realized that he could not continue to smoke.

He sat for a while, then got up again, changed into a "head-supporting" garment and walked out. Maybe there's a chance out there, he thought.

Today is June 21, 2016.

After a day of running, it didn't work much.

Today's employment situation is grim, with more monks and less meat, and brutal competition. Walking in the crowd, you can pick out a college student at will, and the effect of the diploma seems to have passed its expiration date.

The average undergraduate graduate like him has limited survival skills. Most of the students around me squeezed their heads into the public door, what national examination, provincial examination, recruitment of enterprises and institutions, there are often thousands of people competing for a position.

When he was just out of school, the arrogant Wang Ziheng was scornful of the work in the system. After a short period of social baptism, he was a little envious of his father-in-law.

This afternoon, he saw a job posting for an investment consultant position, and his heart moved, so he ran to try it. When I got there, I realized that the so-called investment advisor was actually selling insurance. Wang Ziheng stretched his face, thinking that people were cheating.

The other party unceremoniously educated him: What's wrong with selling insurance? People graduated from Tsinghua University and Peking University and sold pork as a sanitation, and there are more of them, which onion are you? If you want to live the life of a human being, go back and reincarnate to find a good father!

Dry!

I walked outside until the lights came on, and my phone rang. The screen shows that the caller is the landlord.

Wang Ziheng didn't want to answer the phone, but he thought that he couldn't escape like this forever, so when the landlord who didn't give up rang his phone for the second time, he calmly pressed "Answer" Jian. The landlord's impatient voice came from the phone: "Why did you answer the phone?"

"I'm sorry, I was on the bus and didn't hear it." Wang Ziheng replied politely.

"Hmm" The landlord was obviously prevaricated by his reason, and his tone of voice was much better: "Your rent is due, do you continue to rent?" If you want it, you have to hurry! There are so many people waiting for a house! There was clearly a hint of menace in it.

Wang Ziheng is not stupid, he has already heard the deep meaning, he frowned slightly, looking a little unhappy, but he still said very politely: "I still want to continue to live here, can I send you the money tomorrow?" ”

"Okay, but it's going to be fast, it's all a few old residents, live at ease, to be honest, I really don't want to rent the house to others again, who knows where they come from and what they do, don't you say? Okay, don't delay your time, you can go on your way. After that, he hung up the phone.

The night sky in early summer seems so quiet, and the stars in the sky seem to be shining with hope, but they all seem to be out of reach.

I bought sleeping pills and walked downstairs to the rental house, and my phone rang again.

Wang Ziheng became inexplicably irritable: Isn't it just a month's rent, as for such frequent harassment? But when he looked at the caller ID, it was an unfamiliar number from the provincial capital, and Wang Ziheng breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Hey." Wang Ziheng began to answer.

"Brother, come and save me!" On the other end of the phone came a strange man's voice, anxious.

"Who are you?" Wang Ziheng felt a little inexplicable.

"What's the joke you're kidding at this time? Come on, come out of the teleportation room where we just broke up, there's a dam, and along the way, it's a point-and-shoot platform, and I'm being controlled! ”

"No, did you make the wrong call?"

"My little brother Wang, it's too late to explain, don't tease me, okay? Hurry up and ...... Ah......h

"Hey, hey, hey......" Wang Ziheng called out a lot in a row, but there was no answer on the phone. Let's play a prank! Wang Ziheng thought secretly.

Hung up the phone in a hurry, opened the door, and didn't have time to turn on the light, under the light of the dim street lamp opposite the window, Wang Ziheng saw a person sitting in front of the computer desk at a glance. The scene from the nightmare of the past few days resurfaced in front of him, and Wang Ziheng felt that he was about to collapse.

"Who are you?" Wang Ziheng angrily smashed the pocket containing the medicine in his hand.