Weird Talker

Chapter 171
"I'm sorry, boss, I have to ask for leave tomorrow and the day after tomorrow..."

Sandalwood Rong's body was tense, and even though she was on the phone, the other party obviously couldn't see her, she still subconsciously bent her body slightly.

"What? Plus today you have to take three consecutive days off this month! No way!" The voice on the other side of the phone was merciless, "You are allowed two days off at most, today and tomorrow, if you don't come the day after tomorrow, you won't be able to use it !"

"Dududu-"

The phone was hung up.

In the bleak wind, Tan Murong put away the phone in a little embarrassment, lowered his head and walked forward quickly.

She is an ordinary person, an ordinary office worker.

He doesn't have a glamorous appearance, nor an extraordinary brain, and he isn't even a native of Fucheng, but just migrant workers from surrounding villages and towns.

After being selected by the ghost talk game, she didn't have much fear.

If you can survive...you can live, if you can't survive, you can die in any game you want.

For her, it is not only ghosts but also life that makes her feel extremely tormented.

In fact, which of the two caused her more pain, she herself couldn't tell.

She always thinks like this, living without hope.

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

This time... it's my turn again.

She stopped, raised her head, and looked at the casual bar in front of her.

"Xiao Tan? Why did you come here at noon?" The proprietress looked at her in surprise. Although this is a clear bar, the opening time also starts at two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Beer...anything is fine." Tan Murong found a seat by the window and sat down blankly.

The proprietress looked at Tan Murong thoughtfully, then turned to help her get the wine.

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

It was a woman in her 40s, with a gentle temperament and dress, which was the way she longed to live.

"What's the matter, are you 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 some red wine, I'll treat you."

Sandalwood is not picky about wine, as long as it is wine.

She only knows that when she is not drinking, she is not happy.

"Sister Lin, do you think...is my life interesting?" Tan Murong drank the red wine that was just poured into the glass, and then looked at the proprietress with a flushed face.

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

She is a frequent visitor to this bar, her drink capacity is very poor, she basically pours a glass, but she always comes alone, which made herself worry several times.

"You said... Is it interesting to live..." Drunkenness surged up, and Tan Murong spoke with a bit of a tongue.

"I……"

"Do you have your own life..."

"Every day... go to work, go to work... nine o'clock in the morning... to nine o'clock in the evening, after work... come home, after ten o'clock..."

Sandalwood was lying on the table, his voice gradually began to tremble:
"What the hell am I doing?"

"I'm a human..."

"In addition to work, my life is just aimlessly swiping my phone... Sister Lin..."

Sandalwood Rong didn't cry, she just collapsed silently.

"Do you know... If I don't take the initiative, no one will contact me with this phone..."

"I seem to be very busy, going in and out of high-end office buildings every day, but I know...the daytime and this city...don't belong to me at all."

"I'm human...I want to find meaning in my life so I stay up late...drinking..."

"Obviously dozed off to the point where my eyes are blurred... obviously drunk to the point where I can't figure it out..."

"But only at that time, that little hazy time, belongs to me..."

The proprietress listened quietly, without saying a word.

In her small shop, she has seen too many young people like this.

Get drunk, stay up late, indulge, you name it.

In her opinion, Tan Murong is already a very self-reliant person. Even if she is drunk, she subconsciously dare not trouble others.

Small social circle, heavy workload, no private time.

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

Maybe... because they knew in their hearts that once they closed their eyes and woke up again, the time of day would no longer belong to them.

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 method to delay her own pain and numb the little bit of personal time that belongs to her, unwilling or daring to think about it.

"I can not……"

"I will die in the ghost story..."

"Death in... the game..."

"..."

She was lying on the table, talking drunkenly intermittently, maybe she stayed up all night last night and almost fell asleep.

After the proprietress heard her talking in her sleep, her eyes changed a bit.But Sandalwood Rong has fallen asleep and can't see it.

When she woke up and saw the proprietress looking at her, she was shocked and sober from the wine.

"The temperature is cooling down fast recently, don't go out in so little clothes." The proprietress looked at her and touched her face. If she had a daughter, she might be about the same age as her.

She quickly stood up, took out her mobile phone and wanted to pay, but the proprietress held her hand down.

"I promised you this bottle of wine. If you haven't finished it, I'll save it for you and drink it next time." The proprietress smiled gently, and looked up at Sandalwood Rong, who looked a little flustered. "My shop is at Here, whenever you are unhappy, come here."

"Live is the most important thing."

The tears that Tan Murong tried so hard to hold back were almost brought out of the eyes by the proprietress' voice.

She fled here in embarrassment.

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

What did I say just now... I'm bothering the proprietress...

She has some regrets.

However, she felt that she was lucky, at least she could find such a place to confide in.

She turned and walked back into the mist.

How many people like Tan Murong are there in this city, and in other cities?
They are numb in the heavy work over and over again, trying their best to survive.

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

Although it was very thick at the beginning, a gust of wind could blow it into pieces, and finally melted in every corner of the city, never to be found again.

Which one is more desperate, ghosts or life?

Sandalwood doesn't know the answer.

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

She is just alive.

just live.

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

At least, come back and drink up the half bottle of wine that was left with the proprietress.

　Coming!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)