Truth
May 7, 2024, afternoon, Jinhua Community
"I know you're listening, talk."
Silence, the other end of the phone was as silent as ever.
Jiang Qing glanced over and saw that the dial-up page had been hung up without her knowing.
She called again, and the other party hung up in one second. She called again, and the other party hung up again.
Hit, hang up, hit, hang up...
The two people were arguing with each other, extremely stubborn, and neither of them was willing to admit defeat.
The long tug of war ended with the ringing of the living room doorbell.
Jiang Qing got up and opened the door. It was the postman.
"Hello, this is your express delivery. Please check it and sign here."
The delivery guy pointed to the lower right corner of the mail with a smile on his face.
"express delivery?"
Jiang Qing slowed down her phone call, signed the package, and returned to the living room.
While opening the bag, he didn't forget to make a phone call.
An invitation letter with a gold-plated pattern fell out.
"Jiangyuan First Middle School's 70th Anniversary Celebration Invitation Letter, For Me?"
Jiang Jiangqing wanted to confirm the information, and when she raised her hand, she found that there was a ten-second call record on her phone.
——It was from her childhood sweetheart who had disappeared for nine years without any reason and appeared in her sight again after a long absence.
Lin Nanyan.
——
Time goes back a few hours.
May 7, morning, Jinhua Community
Early in the morning, Ms. Wang's loud voice could be heard from afar.
"What time is it? Why aren't you up yet?"
When the door opened, Ms. Wang put the warm water in her hand on the bedside table and lifted the bulge on the bed.
An unknown creature suddenly appeared on the bed, with its jet-black hair scattered on the sheets, and the girl's face underneath could not be seen clearly.
She groped around on the bed with one hand and finally found her cell phone. She squinted her eyes and saw that it was 8 o'clock in the morning.
Jiang Qing suddenly lost all her strength. She turned over, snatched the quilt from Wang Hong, fell headfirst onto the bed, and arched her back deeper into the quilt.
"It's only 8 o'clock. I'll sleep a little longer. I'll be up soon."
The mumbling sound came through the quilt, not very clear.
Wang Hong watched Jiang Qing's smooth movements and knew that she couldn't wake up her "good daughter", so she had to tell her: "I put some water here for you, remember to drink it. Your father and I will go to the store, you should heat up the food before eating, don't forget to eat. And when you get up, put away your things, aren't you moving? Prepare in advance..."
"Uh-huh..."
Jiang Qing responded repeatedly in the quilt. In a daze, she only heard the sound of the door closing, and then silence returned.
As the sunlight slowly climbed over the light blue curtains from one side of the window, Jiang Qing gradually woke up from her sweet dream.
I half opened my eyes, took out my cell phone from under the pillow, and looked at the time. It was 11:53.
Jiang Qing lay on the bed in a daze, tossing and turning twice, and finally woke up.
When I looked up from my prone position, I saw the boiled water on the bedside table, and I knew that this was the loving care of my mother.
Since she found a job close to home after graduating from university, her life has been taken care of by Ms. Wang in every aspect. She lives in the nagging every day and has to stay up late at home secretly.
Even if they are well taken care of by their parents every day, young people always have a free and restless heart.
Jiang Qing had to persuade Ms. Wang with great effort before she finally got her permission to move.
Ah, the taste of freedom!
After Jiang Qing finished replying to the work message and had lunch, she went to the utility room to pack her things. The utility room was cluttered with things that had not been used much in recent years, most of which were her things.
In the utility room.
She sat cross-legged on the floor, picked up the scattered boxes one by one, opened them to look at them, and then sorted and packed them.
On the left are things that are completely unused, and on the right are things that seem useful now but will most likely become idle and dusty again after being taken away.
On the left is garbage, and on the right is "recyclable garbage".
Jiang Qing reached out and picked up a pure blue notebook sprinkled with gold powder from the pile of things in front of her. She opened it and saw that it was a reflection book for wrong answers she wrote in high school. Turning through the pages, she found that the repetition rate of the content was as high as 95%.
The core of this page is as follows:
Page 1: I didn’t do well in math. Reason: I was careless.
Page 2: I didn’t do well in the Chinese test. Reason: I was careless.
Page 3: I didn’t do well in the English test. Reason: carelessness.
......
Jiang Qing: ...Well, it’s worthy of me.
This can't fall into other people's hands. It's so shameful. Tear it off.
Looking at the pile of books in front of her, Jiang Qing didn't want to open them. They were all piles of black history from the past.
My eyes hurt from looking at this, I'd better sort out other things first.
Her gaze shifted and a red shoebox next to the pile of books caught her attention.
The box was piled high with books, and the worn box was slightly deformed. Jiang Qing moved the books aside and gently blew away the dust on the box.
When I opened the box, it was filled with all sorts of things. There were little hairpins, brown teddy bears, and colorful sticky notes I had bought before. I guess these were things I cherished very much back then, so I put them in a separate box.
But as time goes by, the box will become old and the memories will become old too.
What we cherished then has now become dust.
Jiang Qing picked up the hairpin. A small butterfly with a hint of light pink in the blue was fluttering around her head, looking so cute. She decided to keep it and use it to look younger.
Putting down the hairpin and continuing to search, a voice recorder with a pink cartoon shell sticker on it came out.
The white shell bears the marks of time, is a little yellowed, and the shell sticker is curled up.
The recorder seemed to have been bought by her when she was in high school. At that time, she confidently advised Ms. Wang that the recorder could be used to record the teacher's lectures so that she could review them later. This statement was strongly supported by Ms. Wang's strong financial resources at the time.
Later——
It seems like I haven't seen its shadow much, and I don't know where it came from and mixed up in this box.
She picked up the recorder and fiddled with it, and a faint sound of electricity crackled.
“Ding Dong——”
The sudden ringing of her cell phone interrupted all her actions. Jiang Qing opened it to check and was startled.
A familiar avatar appeared on the screen, dazzling.
She swiped up and down quickly and clicked in to see that the avatar had not disappeared. This was not an illusion.
A series of words jumped out in front of her eyes impatiently.
[Please click the link to download the following software. Southern Cloud invites you to participate in the game. The game is about to begin.]
【Truth (Customized Version)】
It was like a deep-sea torpedo was dropped into the calm sea, and the divers were all in panic.
"What's going on?"
“Whose account was hacked?”
"Has the former academic genius fallen to this point and engaged in fraud?"
"How chilling! The real chill isn't the silent, but the sudden reappearance!"
......
Jiang Qing didn't have time to pay attention to the various comments. She stared at the red icon behind the game link.
It's him, that's right.
She won't admit her mistake.
Clicking on the link to download does not take a long time like downloading other mobile games. The software is downloaded successfully almost with just one click, as if they are afraid that others will suspect that this is a scam software.
She clicked to install. The game screen was very simple, in black and white, and the main interface was counting down.
Jiang Qing clicked around and found that the game didn't even have an option for free dialogue.
She could only wait quietly for the game to begin.
The avatars rotate randomly.
The avatars of the participants were all assigned by default by the game, and she didn't know whether they were bots or not. She only recognized the red icon of the initiator in the middle.
Make it so mysterious.
Jiang Qing’s brief comment: Sick.
The first round of the game designated a fish.
The screen finally changed, and other people could vote on various questions, and the one with the highest number of votes would automatically be displayed in the center of the screen.
Ten seconds later.
Please tell me about your recent troubles.
Fish: [My boss always calls me back to get off work after work. It’s so annoying. I want to hit him.]
......
After a few rounds.
Jiang Qing: This game is so boring. Is she participating in this game out of boredom or out of her mind?
Just when she suspected that these avatars were bots, a name popped up.
[Who do you like? ]
Light: [Ye Meiyan]
???
Suddenly seeing the familiar name, Jiang Qing was startled and woke up.
Who? Who on earth is so discerning that she likes her best friend who is both beautiful and charming?
Jiang Qing immediately perked up.
Unexpectedly, she was the one chosen randomly in the next round.
Jiang Qing was stunned, watching the number of votes for the options rise rapidly, and then the question with the highest number of votes was automatically presented to her.
【Did you have anyone you disliked in high school? 】
The black and white font was automatically pushed to the center of the screen, and Jiang Qing was in a trance for a moment.
The game was silent, everyone was waiting for her reply.
Jiang Qing was silent for a long time, typing each character one by one.
【Lin Nanyan】
After sending it, she stared at the red icon in a daze.
Time has passed so far that she has forgotten her original memories.
But she still remembers that it was the first time she truly hated someone so much.
No one responded to her.
This game was designed so that only the person being pointed at can speak once, while others can only watch.
After she finishes her reply, the next round of the game begins automatically.
Everyone's portrait flipped over and over in the pool, just like the emotions that suddenly surged in her heart, becoming drier and drier, and becoming more and more bland over time.
After another round of the game begins, a red icon appears at the top of the screen.
Jiang Qing moved her fingers slightly and voted.
Soon, the question was automatically pushed to the center of the screen.
What is the thing you regret most?
Jiang Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly as she waited for the answer from the other party.
【right...】
For what?
Jiang Qing wanted to see clearly, but her vision gradually became blurred, and the world seemed to be getting farther and farther away from her.
“Shh… shhh…”
Jiang Qing subconsciously looked in the direction where the sound came from in her arms. Time had passed and the dust had settled. The machine had long since broken down and was running automatically.
The voice recorder, which had not been used for a long time, made a series of hoarse sounds, like an old machine being restarted after a long period of time, whistling from the distant past with a distinct sense of sluggishness.
Her head suddenly felt dizzy. She tried to open her eyes wide, but her head felt heavy and her eyelids drooped uncontrollably.
"Ding Dong Ding Dong", the cell phone that fell to the floor kept buzzing, but no one checked it.
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