Chapter 2: Life Restart
Sunlight filtered in through the window and shone on the wide bed.
Zong He opened his eyes loosely, feeling a little confused as if his head had been punch
ed a few times.
He yawned, groping and preparing to lift the quilt and get up to wash.
I rubbed my fingers on the quilt a few times, no, it was not the same as usual...
The next time I moved my heart, I touched the pillows and sheets under my head, and th e touch was still unfamiliar.
Zong He lost a lot of sleepiness in an instant, opened his eyes and sat up, only to realize
that... he seems to be sleeping on someone else's bed?
But the layout of the room is still the same as before, but the decoration has changed, an d the familiarity is full of strangeness.
He remembered that he had obviously changed things on the balcony last night.
Quickly jumping out of bed, Zong He didn't have time to wonder about the strange stripe
d pajamas he was wearing, Zong He quickly walked around the house to check. There was n othing on the balcony. On the sofa in the living room was his cell phone and computer bag.
It is indeed the same house as before, the decoration has changed, and there is no quiet
figure.
Zong He pinched his face hard, it wasn't a dream, was it real?
Standing in front of the table in the living room, he looked at the blue photo frame standi ng on it, all of which were photos of himself traveling to various places, and one of them was a photo of climbing a mountain with others.
He picked it up and took a closer look. Zong He was very clear-headed. He had never cli mbed a mountain before, and he didn't know any of the ALICE friends in the photo.
Looking at the confident smile of "self" in the photo, Zong He was stunned for a long tim e.
It took me a long time to remember that I should call my parents! They only came here a few days ago, where are they now?
When the call was connected, Zong He said anxiously, "Dad, where are you?"
The father on the other end of the phone said in a surprised tone: "At home? W matter with calling so early?"
It took me a long time to remember that I should call my parents! They only came here a
few
days ago, where are they now?
When the call was connected, Zong He said anxiously, "Dad, where are you?"
The father on the other end of the phone said in a surprised tone: "At home? What's the
matter with calling so early?"
"Which house?"
"Of course it's our hometown... child, what's wrong with you?"
Zong He tried his best to calm himself, "What about my mother?"
"She's cooking, should I give her the phone?"
"no, I'm fine."
Zonghe is still trying to sort out all this with his brain.
Father smiled cheerfully, "I and your mother are fine, don't worry, I'll visit you in a while...
You're so old, hurry up and find someone, don't be busy with work every day." I
After hanging up the phone, Zong He picked up the calendar on the table to check, then ooked at his phone: today is the 29th, the time is right.
Your life...has really changed?
The phone rang for a while, and the memo reminded the company to have a morning me eting at 8:50 today.
Zong He quickly looked for clothes, opened the closet, and hung several suits neatly in t
he closet. Any one of the clothes was higher-end than before.
Zong He chose a more casual dress and hurried downstairs.
The corridor has not changed, the elevator has not changed, the community has not cha
nged, and even the property downstairs has not changed.
The uncle doorman greeted him cordially as usual, "Morning, why didn't you drive today?" Zong Heyi didn't know how to answer, so he smiled politely at him, and took a taxi to the
company at the gate of the community. In the past, he either rode an electric car or took the bus, but now he just wants to rush t
o the company to see what's going on.
In the taxi, he didn't have time to pay attention to the enthusiastic chat of the driver. He quickly flipped through the various records on his mobile phone and found a message
e 4S shop:
🍁moshi🍁
"Sir, this is the XX4s shop. Your car has been repaired. You can pick it up this weekend."
Zong He found a few photos in the mobile phone album. It turned out that the car was s
cratched on the road a while ago and was dragged to be painted.
Looking at the passing scenery outside the taxi, his brain was still swollen, and he secret ly pinched his thighs with his hands a few times. If this is a dream, wake up as soon as possi ble!
Or is it that he is terminally ill? Can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality?
When I came to the company, it was still the original layout, the original colleagues. When Zong He saw them, he had a long-lost sense of familiarity. The little fat next door was eating breakfast, and when he saw him come in, he quickly stuffed the remaining half of the bun back into the drawer.
Zong He walked over to greet him.
"Morning!"
Little Fatty smiled awkwardly, not as pompous as usual.
Several other colleagues walked past him, and although they greeted him with a smile, th eir expressions were obviously unnatural, and there was no atmosphere like before.
Zong He sat next to Xiao Pang and asked casually, "Are there going to be a meeting soon?"
Fatty's expression collapsed, "...It seems so."
He felt that Xiaopang was very strange today, and just wanted to ask him why he didn't fi
nish the buns, when Ah Qlang came over and said, "Director, why are you sitting here with me
early in the morning?"
"what?"
Zong He was stunned for a moment, and it took a few seconds to determine that he was
talking about himself.
Looking down at the unfamiliar ornaments on the desk, it turns out that this is workstation.
Are you... the supervisor?
Zong He was embarrassed. Manager Huang opened the door from the side and came in. He saw Zong He sitting here, "Zong He, you came just in time, come and see this plan..."
The current Manager Huang has not been transferred yet. In his memory, Manager Huan
g was usually fierce and tyrannical, and he was not at all approachable. Zong He came to his office and took a hard look at the thing in his hand. Manager Huang
communicated with him about the customer's needs in a negotiating tone, and then patted hi
s shoulder with his hand:
"I'm going to be transferred soon. You will be the manager here in the future. Let's do this
final project together."
Zong He returned to his seat, Although it was not an independent office, his desk was ob
viously a bit larger than the others, and now he could see the every move of all his colleagues
in the office.
He stared at the computer screen in a daze, trying to figure it all out.
Could it be.
Is that the writing software from yesterday?
Zong He opened the tablet and looked at the text he wrote last night. Did it really make fi
ction become reality?
Just like in the TV series, you changed your life and started over?
As soon as he looked up, Little Fatty was standing beside him with the documents caref ully, "Director, this is almost done, you can take a look again when you're empty."
"it is good."
Zong He involuntarily reached out and took the things, and he was surprised by the
liar move in his heart.
Until he got off work, he still suspected that he had not woken up from his dream.
Walking on the lively street, Zong He called Mingde and Haiqi. Unlike last night, the two good brothers readily agreed. From graduation to the present, t
he three-person roadside barbecue + beer party was the last pure land among their men. It's j ust that those who get married later get married, those who have children have children, and
the gatherings are less and less and more difficult. Mingde, like before, rushed over to the appointment wearing slippers and big pants. Haiq
i lived far away, and rode his electric car to set off here.
Zong He's own life has undergone such a huge change, and the two good brothers are st
ill the same.
The three ordered a bunch of BBQ.
Dezi chewed on the skewers and asked Zong He: "Didn't you say you were busy a few da
ys ago and couldn't meet again in the near future, why did you make an appointment today?"
"Did I... say that?" Zong He felt a little guilty. Haiqi expressed his understanding, "Zyzi is in the critical period of promotion, of course
he will be busier than usual."
Dezi patted Zonghe's back with his hand after eating the squid: "When you become a ma nager, I will go to your company for an interview and leave me a good position!"
Haiqi couldn't help but yell at him, "None of you are an industry! You can't do it even if yo u keep a position."
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