It was once said that life is like a never-ending nightmare.

———— had to put on a smile on the people he hated.

———— had to do a job that I didn't like.

———— had to put aside his dreams, all the things he loved, and live a life that was static and meaningless every day.

Taking a hundred steps back, even if you can do the above requirements, life is still exciting in the negative sense.

———— met the funeral of a loved one on his birthday.

———— learned that her unmarried partner was having an affair the day before she got married.

———— suddenly received a notice on the day of the children's awards ceremony that there was a 100,000 urgent meeting.

———— had to stay in the company and work overtime during holidays and festivals that were supposed to be celebrated with their loved ones.

In this world, there are always all kinds of coincidences. In contrast, the number of lucky strikes is so rare that it is pitifully rare.

Of course, not everyone is so pessimistic.

In the face of all kinds of unreasonable and unfair fates in reality, some people will try to face it with an optimistic attitude, lobbying themselves to "feel satisfied as long as they are alive", "as long as their relatives or loved ones are still alive, there is still a chance to make up for the gap caused by unluck". At this point, it is only one step away from saying "people who are more unfortunate than themselves".

But ———— even with this masochistic encouragement, there is no way to deny that the very nature of those things at such a wrong time is already a "misfortune".

Those who are responsible for comforting others can never understand that just because there is a greater "misfortune" that happens to others, it does not mean that the smaller "misfortune" is not a misfortune. If we had to come up with the most extreme examples every time we were confronted with something upsetting, comparing it with orphans whose families were ruined, or disabled people who lost their limbs, then human beings would not even have the basic right to feel "unhappy".

Therefore, most people in this world live with a depressed mood.

Accepting the unfairness of fate, accepting the unreasonableness of reality, putting a mask on one's face, and living under the premise of suppressing one's own nature is the fate of the vast majority of people in this world.

But, even so, people will stay strong.

———— no one has eternal misfortunes.

———— as long as you live, there will always be good things.

———— if you make changes, you may be able to have a better life.

Although if you think about it carefully, these words of encouragement are as vague as "tomorrow may be a rainy day" and "you may meet acquaintances when you go out today", and they are not even a "guarantee". However, these words are the motivation that sustains people's lives.

Even if you realize that this is nothing more than pale self-hypnosis, as long as you are alive...... As long as there is tomorrow, the probability of good things happening is not zero.

It's a pity......

For the overly intelligent, it is precisely because they understand better than anyone how foolish it is to expect a chance of less than 1.1 percent, that this little bit of salvation never exists in their hearts.

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"Director of Eight Meanings."

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"Director of Eight Meanings?"

“......”

"Director of Eight Meanings!"

“————!”

When I woke up again, the room I was in was still the same room.

The ceiling is dominated by white and hardly decorated at all.

Far more advanced than the technology used by the people, it uses the most powerful "Divine Metaphor Technology" of our time, and can control the electronic operation panel of the entire "Divine Metaphor System".

After piling up a large number of advanced instruments, it was unusually cramped, and from the entrance to the laboratory bench and the advanced computer used for work, there was only one path that could barely allow a slender man to pass, and there was no way to imagine that it was the room of the workplace of the first scientific and technological genius of the military department.

Facing the same scenery every day is almost crazy————— if you say that, it must be a lie.

The so-called workplace is like your own home, and it is not something that changes constantly.

Even ordinary people don't buy new furniture every day, and as for her, who is obsessed with work and hobbies, it is even more impossible for her to care about such trivial things.

She once locked herself in her room for work and didn't talk to anyone for a whole month. She lives across the street from her workplace, and to put it bluntly———— she lives in her workplace, and has been doing so for almost twenty-eight years.

It is impossible for any normal person to endure such a life.

To be able to live in such a situation for twenty-eight years is either crazy from the beginning, or the heart has long been numb———— and Bayi Yonglin believes that she belongs to the former.

She has always had only her eyes on what she is interested in.

She didn't care what her room looked like, or how many of her subordinates went from one to the next, because that wasn't her focus.

For her, changes in the circumstances of her life are the last things she needs. The appearance of the room, the change of personnel, and so on, even if the air stops flowing, it will not pose any problem. Therefore, she is the least likely person in the world to have such feelings as "boredom...... That's how it should be.

If anything, no one knows anything better than her.

That's not "something", it's not "something", it's "someone".

The fact that the other party no longer existed here made her feel extremely anxious ————

“...... What's wrong? I think I was a little ahead of schedule. ”

"Actually, that was just yesterday. Director Bayi, you've spent half a day in a daze. ”

Woken up from her sleep by the voice of her subordinate, Yayi Yonglin opened her eyes slightly, and cycled between closing her eyes and opening her eyes several times, and finally, her willpower overcame the idea of "sleeping back to sleep".

She yawned heavily as she rubbed her sleepy eyes and straightened up.

In front of her, a young girl with beautiful long purple hair and a serious white coat with the signature white coat of the Military Technology Development Bureau was looking at her with a look of helplessness and worry.

It has been almost five years since her former deputy, Ji Yuehua, left her job.

In the early days, Fengxian Yutankain, who was Ji Yuehua's deputy, took over his job. Because most of the duties of the deputy director had already been entrusted to the latter when the former was also holding the post of general staff officer of the military department, there was hardly any trouble in the matter of the handover.

However, this changed a few years later.

With the admission of his wife to the hospital and a long-term patient in the hospital ward, the deputy, who used to be the deputy director, decided to submit his resignation.

Eventually, his duties were taken over by the purple-haired girl ———— his daughter, Reisen Yuzukain.