"I'm sorry, boss, I'm going to take time off tomorrow and the day after tomorrow......"

Tan Murong's body was tense, even if she was on the phone, the other party couldn't see it, she still subconsciously bowed her body slightly.

"What? Plus today you're going to have three days off this month! No way! The voice on the other side of the phone was merciless, "You will be granted two days off at most, today and tomorrow, and you won't have to come if you don't come the day after tomorrow!" ”

"All of them—"

The phone was hung up.

In the bleak wind, Sandalwood Rong put away his mobile phone a little embarrassed, lowered his head and walked forward quickly.

She is an ordinary person, an ordinary office worker.

There is no glamorous appearance, no extraordinary mind, not even a native of Fucheng, just people from the surrounding towns who go to the city to work.

After being selected by the Strange Talk Game, she didn't have much fear.

If you can survive...... Just live, if you can't live, you can die in any game at will.

For her, it is not only the ghosts that make her feel tormented, but also life.

In fact, which of the two makes her more painful, she can't tell herself.

She always thinks like this, and lives without hope.

But maybe fate was playing a joke on her, and with this mentality, she lived again and again.

This...... It's my turn again.

She paused, looked up, and looked at the lounge bar in front of her.

"Sandalwood? Why did you come here at noon? The proprietress looked at her in surprise, although this is a clear bar, but the opening time is also from two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Beer...... Anything goes. Sandalwood Rong found a seat by the window and sat down blankly.

The proprietress glanced thoughtfully at Tan Murong and turned to help her get the wine.

Sandalwood Rong turned his head slightly and looked at the proprietress at the bar.

It was a woman of about forty years old, dressed with a gentle temperament, which she longed to live in.

"What's the matter, you're troubled?" The proprietress didn't bring her beer, but brought a red wine, and said with a smile: "It's better for girls to drink a little red wine, I'll invite you." ”

Sandalwood Rong doesn't pick wine, as long as it's wine.

She only knows that when she doesn't drink, she is not happy.

"Sister Lin, you say...... Is it interesting for me to live? Sandalwood Rong drank the red wine he had just poured into the cup, and then looked at the proprietress with a blushing face.

The proprietress didn't answer, just sat down in the seat in front of her, poured herself a glass of wine, took a shallow sip, and then looked at Tan Murong quietly.

She was a regular customer of this bar, and she had a very poor amount of alcohol, basically a glass of pour, but she always came alone, which made her worry several times.

"You say...... Is it interesting for me to live......" Drunkenness surged, and Sandalwood Rong spoke with a big tongue.

"I ......"

"Do you have a life of your own......"

"Every day...... Go to work, go to work...... 9 a.m. ...... At nine o'clock in the evening, I got off work...... When I got home, it was ...... past 10 o'clock."

Sandalwood Rong lay on the table, and his voice gradually began to tremble:

"What the hell am I doing?"

"I'm human......"

"In my life, apart from work, I can only aimlessly scroll through my phone...... Sister Lin......"

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Sandalwood Rong didn't cry, she just broke down quietly.

"You know what...... If I don't take the initiative to use this phone, no one will contact me......"

"I seem to be busy, going in and out of high-end office buildings every day, but I know ...... Daytime and the city...... Not at all for me. ”

"I'm human...... I wanted to find meaning in my life, so I stayed up late...... Drinking......"

"I'm so sleepy that my eyes are foggy...... I'm so drunk that I don't know my head......"

"But only at that time, that little hazy time, is my ......"

The proprietress listened quietly and said nothing.

In her small shop, she had seen too many young people like that.

Buy drunk, stay up late, indulge, everything.

In her opinion, Tan Murong is already a very self-contained person, even if she is drunk, she subconsciously does not dare to trouble others.

The social circle is not large, the work is heavy, and there is no personal time.

Why do young people nowadays like to stay up late? Even if they are actually tired and miserable, but still don't want to sleep?

Maybe...... Because they know in their hearts that once they close their eyes and wake up again, the daytime is not their own.

Personal time is severely compressed, making people unable to find life, or even the meaning of life.

Just like Tan Murong, she is just using this way to constantly delay her pain, paralyzing the little bit of personal time that belongs to her, she doesn't want to, and she doesn't dare to think about it.

"I can't ......"

"I'm going to die in weird talk......"

"Dead in...... Game ......"

“……”

She was lying on the table, drunk and intermittent, maybe she had stayed up late last night and was almost asleep.

When the proprietress heard her dream, her eyes changed a little. But Tanmurong was already asleep and couldn't see it.

When she woke up and saw the proprietress looking at her, she suddenly felt a thrill, and the wine also woke up.

"It's been cooling down fast lately, don't wear so little to go out." The proprietress looked at her and touched her face, maybe about the same age as her if she had a daughter.

She hurriedly stood up and took out her mobile phone to pay, but was held down by the proprietress with her hand.

"I said that I invited you to this bottle of wine, and if you didn't finish drinking it, I will save it for you and drink it next time." The proprietress smiled gently, and looked up at Tan Murong, who looked a little flustered, "My shop is here, when you are unhappy, come over." ”

"Being alive is the most important thing."

The tears that Sandalwood Rong tried to hold back were almost drawn out of his eyes by the voice of the proprietress.

She fled in disarray.

As soon as she went out, the alternation of autumn and winter in Fucheng really made her shiver with cold.

What did I just say...... Trouble for the hostess......

She regretted it a little.

However, she felt lucky to have at least found such a place to talk.

She turned and walked towards the fog.

How many people are there in this city, and in other cities, like Sandalwood?

They are numb to the heavy work that goes on and on, and they do everything in order to survive.

As for personal pursuits, the meaning of life, and the ethereal words of dreams, they have long been the same as the fog in this city.

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Although it was strong at first, a gust of wind could blow it to pieces, and eventually melted into every corner of the city, never to be recovered.

Which one is more desperate, the ghost or life?

Sandalwood Rong didn't know how to answer.

People who have no expectations for the future will naturally not despair.

She's just alive.

Just alive.

But this time, she was more or less thinking......

At the very least, I have to come back and drink half of the bottle of wine that I have stored with the proprietress .

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