3.0 In the smallest novel in May, it was written that Gu Li was finished without breathing. The following is the fourth master’s revelation in Time about the part of the childhood connected in the smallest novel in June

Excerpt 1

Shanghai in June is disgustingly hot.

The blazing sunlight exploded on the face like a laser, and through the sunglasses, you could see the beeping sparks flying on the faces of every passerby. All the green trees were lying on one side, blown by the sea breeze and pushed by the turbulent waves of people. At this moment, Shanghai felt like the entire world's population had gathered together. People from all walks of life who came here for the Expo were exercising in various squares. With the birds chirping from all directions, it felt like a big bathhouse on the weekend. The air was filled with heat waves and water vapor, and the smell of sweat in the breath made people want to cut their throats. It felt like someone threw a handful of salt. in your mouth.

A funeral is currently being held in a memorial hall in a remote place far from the city center.

In the open space outside the funeral, four or five towering trees stood still, and their huge dark shadows clung to the cement floor like ghosts, looking solemn and indifferent.

There is a mourning hall in the empty hall. All the relatives and guests are dressed in black. The female guests are okay, they can wear black gauze and black satin dresses, which is not too hot. But the male guest was more affected. He was wearing a black shirt and a black suit, and his neck was tied by a black tie. The light coming from all directions was absorbed by the black cloth, making him feel like he was thrown into a microwave oven. From the faces of the male guests, it could be seen that if they stood there for a little longer, several more mourning halls would have to be set up on site.

Fragment 2

Gu Lima stood at the end of the queue, looking at the portrait in trance. The portrait was not a photo, but a portrait. The artist painted the deceased's brows into a tight frown, and the shadows of the nasolabial folds were also drawn very deeply, making him look older. If the neat, short Victorian hair was removed, he would look exactly like the young Gu Yansheng. Carved from the mold.

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I just walked down to the lobby and walked towards Gu Yuan in a neat suit. He always has this ability. On a hot day, he can wear a tight-fitting professional suit without feeling too hot, and it feels like he is being sprayed with air-conditioning. He held the settled hospital bill in his hand and checked it up and down. Of course, he ignored me. He looked at me like he was looking at a fire hydrant hanging on the wall. No one would say hello to the fire hydrant except the drunk Tang Wanru.

Fragment 4

I looked at Gu Yuan and mustered up the courage to say, "Gu Yuan."

He ignored me.

Of course he will ignore me, what do I expect. He lowered his head and continued to look at the invoices. Of course I knew he did it on purpose. He was sneering at me with his indifference and pretending to be deaf. Of course, I am not a fuel-efficient lamp. I have been following Gu Li for decades. , I have never eaten pork and I have seen pigs run away. I snatched the colorful documents from his hand and said, "Gu Yuan, I'm talking to you!"

He raised his head, his eyes flashing A few traces of ridicule, like cold rain streaking across the hazy sky, he tilted the corner of his mouth, half-smiling, "You called me?"

"Of course I called you, I called you twice. . Do you need an otolaryngology appointment? I'll help you line up." I have been suppressing the anger for several months.

"You know, Lin Xiao," Gu Yuan looked at me indifferently. The strong light at noon shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hospital behind him, dyeing his shadow dark and weighing heavily on me. On his body, his face was swallowed up by the backlight, leaving only a cold outline, "I don't even want to quarrel with you."

Fragment 5

I tilted my head, A hot tear hit the back of his hand, and his face froze, obviously a little frightened. At this point, Nan Xiang and I are both talented. A woman's most powerful weapon against a man is always tears. The Great Wall built by millions of passionate men in China is nothing, but it was broken down by that weak woman Meng Jiangnu. Use softness to overcome hardness, and slow water will flow forever. Gu Li is far behind us in this aspect.

Gu Yuan let go of my collar, and the look on his face revealed that he regretted his impulse just now. He should regret it. Whenever a man attacks a woman, he will regret it, sooner or later.

Gu Yuan didn't say a word, turned around and walked out the door. Then he got into his car and drove away.

Fragment 6

I was sitting at the window, flipping through my work memos, and waiting for my order to be served. With the sound of pushing the door open, I raised my head, and Nan Xiang's delicate profile like a lotus came into my eyes. I waved: "Nan Xiang! Here!"

Nan Xiang Xiang turned around and saw me, obviously surprised, and then walked over to me, pulled out the chair opposite me and sat down.

"Why are you here?" I asked Nan Xiang.

“You introduced me to the assistant job at the art exhibition held by "M.E". Did you apply for the job today? Have you forgotten?" Nan Xiang looked at me with a slightly complaining look while taking the hand from the lady. menu.

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"Huh? Is it today? I had forgotten about it. I thought it would take a few days." I rubbed my temples.

Fragment 7

As soon as my food was served, the phone rang. Tang Wanru.

"Lin Xiao, I'm downstairs in your company." On the phone, her voice sounded like she was filming a movie - don't get me wrong, the threshold for movies has been getting lower and lower these days. After I saw Sister Furong on the movie poster that day at the Universal Cinema in Westgate, my psychology had been adjusted very well.

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When I heard Tang Wanru’s voice, my scalp tightened, and an ominous premonition went straight into my stomach.

Because every time she calls me, it causes all kinds of disasters in my life. She is like the antonym of a good news bird, a bad news chicken.

Three minutes later, Tang Wanru sat calmly across from me and Nan Xiang. With her orchid fingers raised, she gently held the menu with her index finger and thumb and flipped through it page by page, as if Appreciating Monet's large collection of paintings, she coyly ordered a pot of braised pork and a beef tongue fried with green onions. Following Nan Xiang's example, she also ordered a glass of honey water, and frowned and weakly said to the waiter, "Honey water." Please don't put sugar, I don't like sweet things." Although she is so delicate and elegant, she has a neat ponytail on her head that is so tight that it makes her temples shine. Moreover, she is wearing a white vest, and the muscle lines of her arms are scorching in the sun. It looked like a worker who had just delivered bottles of water from an office building.

Clip 9

As soon as the waiter left, Tang Wanru's expression suddenly changed from a graceful lady to a female spy from 007, and she suddenly became sneaky.

She looked at me, then at Nan Xiang, leaned over the table at a distance of a punch, and said softly to me: "Lin Xiao, can you take a step to speak?" It felt like a martial arts movie. The female assassin in.

I want to pour honey water on her face. I put down my chopsticks and lost all my appetite: "Which dynasty are you from? Did you just come here on horseback? Are you not used to so many traffic lights in Shanghai?"

"I'm telling you. Serious business!" Tang Wanru glared at me and then looked at Nan Xiang.

"Just tell me what you have to say. This is Nanxiang and there are no outsiders. Is there any secret between us? We all know that there is a birthmark on your inner thigh that looks like Mickey Mouse. "What else can't be said?"

Nan Xiang was drinking honey water and eating noodles with his head down. It was obvious that she didn't want to hear it either.

Tang Wanru sat back on the chair, took a deep breath, and said, "Zhou Chongguang is not dead, right?"

Nan Xiang and I seemed to have been scalded by boiling water. , suddenly raised my head, I can guarantee that my pupils must have flashed wildly like flames when being blown by a hurricane. I even accidentally heard a "stuck" sound when Nan Xiang's back stiffened.

"And he is the model now, Lu Shao." Tang Wanru looked at me very seriously, "right?"

Clip 10

All The windows are closed.

All the curtains are closed.

Can't hear any rumors. It was as if all the voices had made an appointment together, missing the wonderful prologue of this scene.

The heat wave thrives in every inch of the city. There is no doubt that every trace of heat will eventually converge into a disaster, expanding and tearing into an endless sea of ????fire. Swallow the world, swallow you and me, swallow dreams and nightmares.

The future is a vast expanse of black ashes.