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Chapter 1

At 03:30 in the morning, Xie Moji woke up from his dream.

Outside the window, the night is like water, quiet and hazy.The moon hanging in the night sky was shining on her face impartially, making her flustered face even more pale.

Is this the first time I have had a similar dream?
The glass house, the man, the sharp eyes...

She muttered something, turned on the night light on the side of the bed, fumbled out a neatly stacked piece of paper from the drawer, and wrote in a daze: Dream on March 3, the fourth time this month, dreamed of glass room and man...

The dim light of the night light slowly diffused, enveloping her in a field of orange.After finishing recording, she raised her eyes to look at the bright moon hanging in the sky, feeling a little pain in her heart, she couldn't tell whether it was physical or psychological.The finger slides unconsciously and touches the bottom piece of paper, which records the previous dreams.She pulled it out with great difficulty, thinking lightly while watching.

In the same dream, the plot changes from time to time, but some elements are fixed.For example, the transparent glass house looks like a gardener's greenhouse.The roof is a whole piece of glass. Lying on the big bed in his dream, Xie Moji can even clearly see the vast starry sky outside the house through it.

There is also that man, whose dark eyes are like the dark black under the deep sea, dark waves are turbulent, but the bottom cannot be seen.He was tall and slender, but his expression was indistinct.Every time Xie Moji was about to get close to that face, something insignificant always restrained her senses.Just like the dream a moment ago, she hooked the man's neck and was about to look at his face carefully. The man hugged her tightly and buried his head in her chest. Her heart ached inexplicably, and her consciousness suddenly became loose.

If only I could see what that man looks like...

As Xie Moji thought about it, he lost all sleepiness, and the faint pain in his heart gradually disappeared.

What would happen if she told her colleagues about such a dream?She leaned against the head of the bed and thought jokingly.

At the age of 26, she is of marriageable age, and she still has a boyfriend with good conditions in all aspects.So... they should define it as "spring dream".Then it will say that she can't wait to think about something, or blame her boyfriend for not feeding her enough.Finally, he said some nonsense things like "Think about it every day, dream about it at night" and "Girl, you should get married".

Only she knows that that person is not her boyfriend.Even if she couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly in the dream, she could still tell that the breath, eyes, figure... all felt wrong to her.Her boyfriend didn't have the scent of antiseptic soap, nor did he have deep eyes, nor such a slender figure...

In the early morning, the air in Dongqu City was fresh, and when it was still warm and cold, Xie Moji was wrapped in a thick jacket and walked on the way to work.Several camphor trees were whirled by the wind, their branches and leaves swaying.Such a beautiful scenery is not in harmony with the desolate atmosphere on the street.There were very few pedestrians on the street before eight o'clock.Occasionally people walked by, and most of them were in strange shapes.The 18-layer cotton gauze mask and thick leather gloves are worn on the head and hands.

Since the outbreak of the unknown virus, many companies and units in Dongqu have closed down.Those who are still sticking to it, and even still need to rush to work every day, except for doctors and clerks in large supermarkets, are those newspaper journalists who are afraid of chaos.

Unfortunately, Xie Moji's occupation is listed above.She is a foreigner, she studied in Dongqu University, and she is looking for a job in Dongqu.There is no one in her hometown anymore, so her life is quite happy.

Xie Moji glanced at the huge scarlet letters of "Dongqu Newspaper" across the road and the machete-shaped tall building behind the words, and walked into the tunnel with his head down.

Crossing the tunnel, taking the elevator, and running up to the eighth floor out of breath, this series of actions usually takes her 10 minutes. If there is no accident, she will be able to appear in the seat of the conference room at 55:[-].Of course, if things go smoothly, she can also go to the pantry to make a cup of bayberry-flavored juice for herself, and then watch her colleagues stumble into the conference room leisurely.

She quickly passed through the tunnel and walked into the brightly lit newspaper hall on the first floor. The 150-inch large display screen on the central wall was reporting the latest situation of the epidemic.Out of professional sensitivity, she stopped for a moment.When the news reporter said, "As of now, 9030 people in Dongqu City have been infected with an unknown virus, an increase of 751 people compared with the same period last week," he frowned.The speed at which the virus spread was astonishing, and it seemed even more menacing than the SARS outbreak when she was in high school.

Editor-in-chief Zhao Yunsheng, who is in charge of version B of the editorial department, is already sitting in the middle of the conference table facing south, with his legs crossed.Seeing Xie Moji come in with a notebook in one hand and a teacup full of fruit juice in the other, he smiled and nodded.Xie Moji knew the subtext of this expression was "very good, you're not late", so he smugly smug.

When she finished half a glass of juice, the participants had arrived one after another.In the regular meeting once a day, according to the routine, the content and personnel of tomorrow's editing and editing must be determined first.Editor-in-Chief Zhao pointed to the plan in his hand, cleared his throat, and began to arrange work.

"The report of some students suspending classes and self-studying at home is in charge of Xiao Zeng. Xiao Yan still goes to the CDC to get first-hand information about the epidemic... This week there is a new task, which requires us to set up a special page to go deep into the epidemic area For follow-up reports, the task of our B version is to interview the newly appointed attending doctor of the Central Hospital, and Xiao Gao is responsible for this part..."

After finishing the work arrangements, Xie Moji did not hear his name as expected.Tomorrow she is going to her boyfriend's house to meet her parents.Both of them are busy at work, and they need to arrange a date early for an appointment together.Xie Moji's boyfriend is a senior high school teacher and homeroom teacher in a middle school in this city, only tomorrow is the day when he has no class.So Xie Moji had already asked Zhao Yunsheng for tomorrow's vacation last week.

"Editor-in-Chief, I... have something to do tomorrow, and I can't take this task." Just when everyone put away their pens and closed their notebooks, thinking that the meeting could end, the young and beautiful Gao Yaqin suddenly said.

"Why didn't you say something earlier?" Zhao Yunsheng's face darkened, and he said after a moment of silence, "If it is not a special situation, we will obey the arrangement of the unit."

"I'm going to pick out a wedding dress with my boyfriend tomorrow. I wanted to wait until the epidemic was under control, but his family couldn't wait and wanted us to get married early." Gao Yaqin said embarrassedly, her fair face blushing.

The beauties have said so, Zhao Yunsheng couldn't force it anymore, his eyes lingered and glanced at everyone.Everyone had heard that Editor-in-Chief Zhao said that Xiao Gao was in charge of entering the hospital, and they all felt that this task was a bit tricky in the current environment.So those who had lighter tasks and felt that they might be named by the editor-in-chief began to talk about various reasons for their incompetence.

When everyone was speaking generously, listing the weight of the tasks they had received, Xie Moji was using her notebook as a cover to immerse herself in playing with the carrot on her phone.This is the last few levels of the desert mode. It is easy to pass the level, but it is still very difficult for Xie Moji, a game idiot, to get the golden radish.She was having a great time, when someone next to her stabbed her, she stopped and misplaced a prop, annoyed, she raised her head and met Editor-in-Chief Zhao's eyes.

She secretly screamed that it was not good, and searched for various reasons for the rejection in her mind. At this time, Zhao Yunshan had already said first: "Xiao Xie, compared with Xiao Gao's matter, your matter is a little... less urgent. I think You are in charge of interviewing Dr. Shan, I will give you three days off next week, how about it?"

She really wanted to say, but her business was actually quite urgent.Her boyfriend's parents have already urged her to go home for dinner several times. If it wasn't for her boyfriend who is a workaholic and lives in school, they are almost engaged by this time.

But her intention was quickly nipped in the bud, because Gao Yaqin had already opened her mouth to ask her, and the words were addressed to her, but her face was turned to everyone: "Mo Ji, just treat it as me begging you. Besides, your one year Haven't you had that strange disease before, and you should be immune, if you go, the risk will be smaller."

Fuck! !Xie Moji really wanted to be rude on the spot, who said that people who have survived this disease will be immune for life?Neither the doctors nor the experts said that.But seeing Gao Yaqin's pretty face, she still endured it.If it is true that people are beautiful, they are lethal, and they are both male and female.

"That's right, Xiao Xie. You can interview the chief doctor as an old patient. This must be a bright spot. You can also discuss with Dr. Shan about the effects of diagnosis and treatment, sequelae and other issues. It must be very interesting." Zhao Yunsheng patted the table, his bare forehead became wrinkled due to excessive excitement.

"But Editor-in-Chief Zhao, I asked you for tomorrow's leave last week, and I have already arranged tomorrow's activities. I really have something to do..." She really wanted to just accept the task and forget it.But when editor-in-chief Zhao mentioned the sequelae, the haze in her heart was suddenly aroused, and she said the above words almost impulsively.

Drugs for unknown viruses are known to cause brain trauma.Therefore, all patients who come out alive need to pay a huge price.The price is the loss of memory for three to four months, including the time during treatment.Speaking of sequelae, this is it!

Xie Moji knows that in the eyes of many people, amnesia is a fun and romantic thing.But only those who have really experienced it know how cruel it is for a normal person to lose four months of memories out of thin air.

In that year, when others had reaped 360 and five days full of memories, her memory was out of order, just like a few chapters were pulled out in the middle of a novel, and she needed to piece together a complete story. What a waste of energy.What's more, novels are just novels, and it's a big deal not to read them.But what she lost was a full four months of life experience.

"Xiao Xie, as a journalist, you must always understand that your time is everyone's time, and everyone's business is your business." Zhao Yunsheng said firmly.Later, he yelled "the meeting was adjourned" to show that the matter was a foregone conclusion.

Xie Moji let out a sigh of relief when he saw everyone's faces.Comparing with what happened to me, I suddenly didn't even have the courage to stand up.After everyone had dispersed, she stood up tremblingly from her seat.

Zhao Yunsheng was still standing at the door, seemingly waiting for her.When Xie Moji approached, he said slowly: "Xiao Xie, Xiao Gao can't afford to suffer, but I think you can. In this line of work, you must have a sense of social responsibility. Compared with those doctors who rushed to the forefront of the epidemic, we It’s already considered a rear staff.” Then she handed her a piece of paper with the interviewee’s name, contact information, and the outline and requirements of the interview written on it.

Having said all this, Xie Moji could only silently take the paper.

Seeing her agreeing, Zhao Yunsheng had a smile on his face, and said expectantly: "If you discover more highlights, I will give you a special page for you to follow up and report. Then you will be popular."

(End of this chapter)