The receptionist lowered her guard, covered her mouth and chuckled, then whispered, "Tell your friend to rest assured, Feifei is fine. Those Chinese medicines are for conditioning her body; I heard it's for trying to have a baby."
Mo Shuwan was stunned. Could it be that Lü Feifei was lying just now?
"She's been taking this medicine since she joined the company, but she's not married, so I don't know why she's taking it."
"Not married?"
"Yeah, she's definitely not married. And let me tell you, people used to bring Feifei food every now and then, I think they were her suitors."
"Hehe, you young people who aren't married yet wouldn't understand. Every time I bring my wife food, the receptionist at her company looks incredibly envious. I think she's a nice girl, but she's too trusting. Sometimes you don't even need to ask her; she'll tell you everything herself."
Mo Shuwan snapped out of her daze, looked at the mysterious receptionist, and said with difficulty, "Is that person short-haired, with a square face and a mole on his left cheek? He's about 1.75 meters tall."
"I'm sorry, I really don't remember." After the receptionist finished speaking, she noticed that Mo Shuwan looked dazed and her eyes were a little red. Suddenly realizing something, she asked cautiously, "That person wouldn't happen to be your friend, would he?"
"Ah, um."
"Hey, you should advise your friend. There are plenty of fish in the sea. Feifei really doesn't like him."
How do you know Lü Feifei doesn't like him?
“Isn’t it obvious? I’ve been working here for several years now. Since Feifei joined the company, he’s been bringing her meals every few days. It’s been three years now. If Feifei liked him, wouldn’t they have been together long ago?”
"But didn't you just say you didn't remember what that person looked like? How come you don't recognize him even though he comes over every now and then?" Mo Shuwan's voice was a little unsteady.
The receptionist was also taken aback for a moment, and then said very apologetically, "I'm sorry, maybe your friend has a rather common face, I really didn't remember him."
Mo Shuwan nodded absentmindedly, then left the office building, her feet barely touching the ground. She wandered aimlessly on the street for more than half an hour before she recovered slightly, but the confusion and helplessness in her heart did not disappear.
"Why can't I remember... Did I look for the wrong person?"
She knew in her heart that she had not mistaken the person; all traces of Cai Zhongqi's existence had truly disappeared from Lü Feifei's and the others' memories and lives.
grumble--
Mo Shuwan looked down at the little dinosaur whose head was close to the edge of the cage, picked it up and walked to the flower bed next to it, sat down, took out a piece of meat from her bag and fed it to it, and said in a low voice: "You don't have to worry about your family being desperate and sad after you die."
grumble--
"Why, you ask? Because the bus will erase all traces of our existence. No one will remember us. When we die, we are truly dead, gone from this world and gone from the memories of our loved ones."
The little dinosaur stopped eating, looked at Mo Shuwan, and called out again.
Mo Shuwan smiled. "You're right. There are still people who will remember. All of us remember, and as long as we live, no one will forget, right?"
Without seeing Lü Feifei again, Mo Shuwan mailed the things Cai Zhongqi had left behind to Lü Feifei, signing it: "From someone who loves you."
That evening, with twelve hours left before returning to the bus, Mo Shuwan went back to her rented apartment. However, the oppressive feeling after learning the truth could not be relieved. She wanted to send a message to Wen Zuo, but found that the phone given to her by the bus company was unusable.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Mo Shuwan, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, got up and turned on the light. The huge sense of loss she had felt was finally dispelled in the past two hours.
Remembering that she had left traces about Time Bus online before, she opened her computer and checked her browsing history, where there was only one reply.
Anonymous user: It's Time Bus, right?!
Mo Shuwan thought for a moment, but did not reply. She stared at the computer in silence for a long time, and then created a forum for Time Bus with the username 'Hope'.
Unexpectedly, not long after she created the forum, her phone, which was attached to her wrist, suddenly chimed.
You have created the first forum about Time Bus. According to the rules, only Time Bus passengers can see this forum.
"What, the first one?"
No further messages came through her phone. Even though Mo Shuwan found it a little strange that this was the first forum about Time Bus, since Time Bus had made it clear, there was almost no other possibility that this was the world's first forum about Time Bus.
Mo Shuwan quickly figured it out. Since the time bus could take them to other worlds, there must be passengers from other worlds. There was nothing surprising about it.
After leaving her first post on the forum, Mo Shuwan opened a document, wrote a resignation letter, sent it to the company email, and made a phone call to her family. She didn't stay at home any longer. Carrying her little dinosaur, she left home and returned to the bus. After returning one of the time cards to the bus, Mo Shuwan asked the bus to call all the passengers out of their rooms.
Meanwhile, in a room in a residential complex in a certain city of a certain province, a disheveled young man with bloodshot eyes slammed his mouse down, yelling, "Fuck your ancestors!!!"
"Ah! What should I do? What should I do!" He suddenly dug his hands into his hair, screaming in despair.
Not long after, the young man went to pick up the mouse again, his lips trembling, "It must be there, it must be there, don't panic, don't panic!"
Has anyone ever dreamed of being kidnapped by a bus and taken to another world?
What are the symptoms of mental illness?
How can I determine if I have a mental illness?
After searching through many titles, the young man's eyes became increasingly bloodshot. Just as he was about to smash the mouse, he took a deep breath and, this time, stopped deceiving himself and honestly searched for the four words "Time Bus".
"The Time Bus Forum...it really exists."
After hesitating for a long time, he finally clicked into the forum with a kind of "ready to die" spirit. Unexpectedly, he didn't see the forum homepage. Instead, he saw a black screen that filled the entire screen, with two bright red characters in the middle.
【register】
The young man's hands trembled, and it took him more than ten seconds to click the arrow to register. A box for entering a nickname immediately popped up, and he spent a minute filling in his name and entering the forum.
Looking at the homepage, he paused for a moment, then couldn't help but exit the page and click back in. "Only one post, two users?"
The young man, who had calmed down a bit by now, looked at the pitiful forum where he was the only user besides the moderator, and felt extremely complicated.
Even with mixed feelings, he clicked on the only post as if it were a lifeline.
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