The sound of the clock face from my childhood still echoes in my ears...
The more silent it is, the more the sound of minutes and seconds is amplified, and time seems to be stretched infinitely. Lu Jin looked at the girl in front of him. The girl was standing in front of the clock, silent.
"Xi Xi?" Lu Jin tentatively stretched out his hand, trying to put a hand on the girl's shoulder.
"Brother..." The girl's voice trembled, and she whispered, "I'm so tired, I want to end it all..."
The scale on the dial stopped at four o'clock in the morning. The girl turned her head, and what was reflected in Lu Jin's eyes was his own face. Immediately, the face in his eyes shattered, falling apart like a stone hitting a mirror.
Lu Jin woke up suddenly and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Chen Yu beside him. Chen Yu was stunned for a moment, then quickly retracted the hand holding the coat, pretending to just take the coat from the hanger nearby, and asked: "Are you having a nightmare? If you can't finish sorting out the information, you can do it tomorrow. There is no need to rush to finish it all night. Go back to your room and rest."
Lu Jin responded dully, got up and left.
Chen Yu lowered his eyes and focused on the files that Lu Jin had just compiled. He suddenly remembered the director's words: "Time is the gentlest executioner." After a moment of silence, he stacked the files neatly and gently closed the office door.
Intention: Accomplice in death, the pain of alienated existence