Millennium 2000, the earth enters the age of gods and demons

Chapter 6 When the mirror has a crack.
Zhang Xiaoyu hurried to the entrance of the workshop.

He wanted to find a corner in advance that was not easy to be noticed, and hide to make sure that Xiaofeng was really with someone else.

Passing through the green belt, Zhang Xiaoyu has already seen the gate of the workshop from a distance, and now almost no one goes to work so early.

Looking around, Zhang Xiaoyu found a corner, which just avoided the perspective of the working crowd.

Just in time to see the square in front of the production workshop, he quickly drilled over and hid
Time passed slowly, and the number of people working in the square gradually increased.

Zhang Xiaoyu's bloodshot eyes were fixed on the entrance of the workshop.

Whenever a person comes in, he will quickly identify it, fearing that he will miss his target.

At the same time, he was also a little apprehensive, afraid that he would not get the answer he wanted.

He is now like a prisoner waiting to be judged by fate.

As it got closer and closer to work time, Zhang Xiaoyu hadn't seen Xiaofeng in the crowd yet, so Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly panicked.

In his heart, he didn't want to wait any longer.

He was scared.

He had a premonition that Xiaofeng would appear soon, and with Xiaofeng's appearance, it might bring him the worst answer.

Although he wanted to confirm whether Xiaofeng fell in love with someone else all night, but when the matter came to an end and the answer was about to be revealed, he wanted to back down.

Zhang Xiaoyu was scared, he was really scared, he was afraid that his favorite Xiaofeng would really be with someone else.

But fate does not give Zhang Xiaoyu a chance to back down.

He was still staring at the eyes at the entrance of the square, and he had already captured the figure that haunted him so much in his dreams and made him feel anxious.

Seeing those two walking hand in hand, Zhang Xiaoyu felt no luck anymore.

He could no longer deceive himself, he felt that the whole world lost its color with the appearance of those two figures.

"Hoho~"

Zhang Xiaoyu's throat made a ho-ho sound that seemed to be crying but not crying, or smiling but not laughing.

"She really likes someone else!"

"She really doesn't belong to me anymore!"

"I really have no fate with her!"

"It's over, it's over!"

Zhang Xiaoyu said bitterly in her heart.

The morning sun shone on Zhang Xiaoyu, but he felt very cold.

He suddenly lost his direction, he didn't know where he should go.

He is like standing on a dividing line, with the company in front and the dormitory in the back.

He neither wanted to go to work nor could he find a reason to go home.

No direction.

"Should I take this opportunity to not go to work today? Let myself fall down?"

Zhang Xiaoyu made excuses for her depravity in her heart, and wanted to blame Xiaofeng for her depravity.

Since he joined Wei's, he has never asked for leave, and he survived some minor illnesses.

Now he is a bit self-defeating and wants to degenerate.

While he was thinking this way, among the strange breaths that invaded his mind, one of them seemed to be quietly glowing.

"No! If I ask for leave today, then sister Ping must be even more busy today. Maybe everyone is in a hurry and fails to do things well, and will be criticized in the end."

Zhang Xiaoyu remembered that when she got off work yesterday, Sister Ping said that she would be very busy today, so she interrupted.

"Didn't I always want to help Sister Ping?"

"I have to take care of her just to choose to back down when everyone is busy?"

"No, I have to go to work, I can't hold everyone back."

Zhang Xiaoyu raised his head and raised his chest to cheer up.

At the same time, he tidied up his dusty clothes from squatting in the corner all night, and then walked out from the corner, blending into the crowd unobtrusively, and stepped into the production workshop.

Entering the office and coming to the familiar room of the skills department, Zhang Xiaoyu saw that there were work items that needed to be completed today on everyone's desk.

Zhang Xiaoyu came to his place, picked up the paper to record the task, and then thanked himself for not being lazy today.

Because today's work tasks almost filled the entire schedule, if he fell and didn't come, then Sister Ping might really have a headache and be overwhelmed.

"Good morning, everyone!"

Sister Ping's crisp voice sounded, Zhang Xiaoyu looked up to see her coming in from the door, and greeted everyone in the technical department.

Seeing that everyone responded, Sister Ping clapped her hands and said.

"Everyone in our skills department has a very heavy task today, which was arranged by the big boss."

"I've sorted it out in advance for everyone last night. Each of you should complete the items one by one according to the above. I know that the time is a bit tight, but there is a lot of pressure from the top, so I can only work hard for everyone."

"Okay, sister Ping, don't worry, I will finish it."

Zhang Xiaoyu looked around at his colleagues and took the lead in responding positively.

Then, there were other voices responding.

Sister Ping smiled heartily, and said: "When the busy period is over, please have dinner! Let's start working now."

Afterwards, everyone got busy.

Zhang Xiaoyu ran to the production lines of each workshop to check the situation from time to time.

The busy Zhang Xiaoyu didn't have time to think about Xiaofeng, nor did he have time to feel his own heartache, even if he passed by the turnover center, he didn't take it to heart.

The busy work made him forget all his troubles.

The busy work also made him forget the passage of time.

Zhang Xiaoyu finished all the work in hand, slumped in his seat, looked up at the clock on the wall, only to realize that he was about to leave work.

Zhang Xiaoyu picked up the coffee that Sister Ping made for everyone on the way, and took a sip.

Bitter coffee blooms from the tip of the tongue and fills the entire mouth.

Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly found this bitter taste, just like his first love, he gradually fell in love with this feeling.

The bell rang loudly, and it was time to get off work again.

Everyone hastily tidied up the table and left work in a hurry, and Zhang Xiaoyu did the same.

As soon as he walked out of the gate, Zhang Xiaoyu saw those two figures again, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a day burst out from the bottom of his heart.

Zhang Xiaoyu quickly turned his head and stopped looking at the figure.

He hurried to the cafeteria to have dinner, and returned to his dormitory again.

After a busy day, he was sweating profusely and quickly put water on, trying to wash away his exhaustion.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood in the middle of the shower room, with his head disheveled and water began to flow down.

The water fell on him, wet his hair.

As the water washed down, Zhang Xiaoyu felt that the whole world was quiet.

Various emotions emerged from the bottom of my heart again.

There is heartache, there is grief, there is guilt, there is resentment, there is disgust.

He was heartbroken that the future between himself and Xiaofeng was over before it even started.

He was sad about his first love, who just died without a problem.

He blamed himself for his cowardice and cowardice, which made him miss the beauty.

"If I say, I really love you..."

He hated himself for not daring to take the initiative to confess. He thought that if he took the initiative to confess, things would not be like this.

Because Xiaofeng chatted with him before and didn't reject him, it was he who caused all this, thinking of this.

He hated himself even more!
He loathes himself, loathes his fate, loathes everything he encounters and endures.

"Ah! I hate you! I hate you so much!"

Zhang Xiaoyu vented his depression loudly, and said to himself.

From time to time he roared in the room where only clear water was flowing.

Suddenly he slammed his fist hard against the wall again, the skin of his finger joints was broken and bloodshot, and the bones of his fingers were aching.

It seems that only pain can punish yourself, punish yourself for incompetence, and punish the evil results you have created.

After punishing herself, Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly had a slight change in her heart.

He asked himself softly, and at the same time answered himself.

"Does this work?"

"Is it useful for me to torture myself?"

"No! It's useless!"

"Can I change all this?"

"No! You can't change it!"

"Can I still save it?"

"Hey, is the redeemed relationship what you really want?"

"What you want is perfect love, perfect love! Ask yourself, is the love you saved still what you really want!"

Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a long time when he heard his answer!
"Yeah, even if I can save this relationship now, it has already created a gap between me and her. Is the love with gap worth saving?"

"This love, this feeling is like a mirror. If there is a crack in the mirror, will I still want it?"

Zhang Xiaoyu silently asked herself who pursued perfection in her heart.

(End of this chapter)