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The sky gradually brightened. Tang Tianbao had not slept for an entire night. His bedside was filled with ash and cigarette butts. He stood up from the bed and parted the curtains. He had a sudden premonition that Yu Meng was standing in front of his house, looking up at the ceiling. Tang Tianbao stood in front of the window as he sprung out and looked down. He was disappointed. Other than a few parasol trees and a few private cars, he didn't see anything else.

Tang Tianbao disappointedly returned to his bed. He sat on it and the room was very quiet. Aside from the ticking of the clock, he could hear nothing else.

He took out his cell phone and skillfully pressed down on Yu Meng's cell phone number. However, the number had already been sold, and the number on the phone indicated that it was empty. When Tang Tianbao heard this in his heart, he didn't feel despair. At the very least, he could guess that Yu Meng was still in this city. Otherwise, how could she have sold herself off?

Tang Tianbao put on his clothes and walked into the bathroom. He turned on the light in the bathroom, and the light went on. The white light was very bright. He turned on the tap, and the sound of running water came from the bathroom. He clasped his hands together and took a handful of water. However, Tang Tianbao didn't pour it on his face as he froze. He was stupefied as his brain had been short-circuited. Clear water slowly spilled out from the cup that Tang Tianbao had created with his palms.

Tang Tianbao's mind was filled with dreams. He was a decisive person, and he would never hesitate when it came to the right things. However, this was not the case with his feelings. In terms of matters of the heart, he was indecisive, unable to make up his mind at all. He was always afraid of hurting her, but the more worried he was, the more likely he was to hurt her. The most important thing was that he did not know his own shortcomings. He would never know what the problem was. He was too lost to find an exit.

The washbasin was also filled with water. The water that spilled out flowed to his feet and Tang Tianbao woke up. He put the water in his hands into the basin and turned off the tap. He buried his face in the basin. He used clear water to stimulate his facial nerves, his forehead, and his temples. He wanted to wake himself up, but he couldn't.

After a long while, he finally lifted his head out of the water. His face and hair were covered with water droplets. The droplets dripped onto the floor tiles and onto his slippers. It was extremely cold.

Tang Tianbao panted heavily as his face was covered in droplets of water.

"What did I do wrong? Why did God do this to me? "F * ck your mother!" Tang Tianbao fiercely slapped his palm on the water surface, causing the water droplets to scatter in all directions. He quickly threw the remaining water in the basin onto his face, one after another. The cold stimulated his nerves, but he could not clear his head.

Tang Tianbao didn't go to work today. To him, work was already meaningless. Rather than sitting in his office all day, it would be better to not do anything else. What did he go for? He wouldn't be able to see Yu Meng even if he went, and seeing her in such a state would only make him even more miserable. However, he couldn't stay at home. He couldn't let his mother, Duan Hong, see anything unusual. He was tired, but he couldn't stop.

Tang Tianbao left at seven in the morning. Duan Hong was in the kitchen making breakfast for Tang Tianbao.

"Mom, I'm not eating anymore. "It's too late." Tang Tianbao carried his work bag, changed his shoes, and shouted towards the kitchen. His eyes were almost unable to open, but he still had to force himself to keep them open. His eyes were bloodshot, and his head felt dizzy.

"Little Treasure, wait a moment." Duan Hong ran out of the kitchen. Her apron was still tied around her waist and her hand was covered in oil.

"What's the matter, Mom?" Tang Tianbao had already stretched out his hand to open the anti-theft door.

Duan Hong walked up to Tang Tianbao and gave him a look, indicating that he should first close the anti-theft door.

"What's the matter, Mom? I have to go to work. Otherwise, I'll be late. " Tang Tianbao said with an impatient expression.

"Don't you usually leave at eight?" Duan Hong asked.

"During this busy period, the company's schedule has been adjusted. Mom, if you have something to say, just say it quickly. "

"When you get to the office, give Mom a call and tell Mom about the phone number in Yu Meng's office." Duan Hong still hadn't forgotten what happened last night. For so long, there hadn't been any news of her dreams.

"Well, Mom, I'll remember. I'll call you when I get there. " Tang Tianbao could only say this.

"Little Treasure, what's wrong with your eyes?" Duan Hong seemed to have noticed the writing and asked in detail.

"It's fine, maybe it's because I've been staying up all night these days and working overtime. I have to get up early again before I can become like this. It's fine. I'll be fine after I take a rest at noon. Mom, go to the kitchen and take a look.

"Oh, I'm still burning oil." Duan Hong ran into the kitchen.

"Mom, then I'll be leaving first." Tang Tianbao opened the anti-theft door and walked out.

He finally "escaped" again. He took a deep breath. He wasn't going anywhere. He had to face Xie Min, who was a serious male nanny. When he returned home, he had to face his mother, Duan Hong, who was asking him about Yu Meng's recent situation. He was about to die of annoyance. Being a man is tiring.

Tang Tianbao aimlessly walked forward. Where was he going? He didn't know it, but his legs were moving mechanically, without a sense of direction or purpose. He couldn't stop, or he would fall asleep on his feet. The morning time was very short, previously it was because he was stuck in a traffic jam. But now, Tang Tianbao would rather be stuck in a traffic jam because he had plenty of time. The sun gradually rose from the eastern sky. The eastern sky was bright. The whole city was immersed in the sound of cars. The morning market had already begun, and the streets were filled with peddlers selling vegetables and fruits. He didn't shout or shout, but those who came out for a stroll or rode bicycles would always ask the hardworking peddlers about this matter. Whether they bought it or not, they would first set it aside. They chatted about the price of the tea, the price of the eggs, and their lives. They haggled until they reached a price they thought they were satisfied with, then they took out their wallets and bought something.

Walking out of the morning market, there was a peddler selling soy milk at the crossroads. A man was guarding the fried dough sticks inside a big oil pan while a fat woman was greeting customers sitting in front of a small stool.

Tang Tianbao sat down on the small stool selling youtiao. Actually, he didn't like to eat youtiao as he despised this kind of outdoor food that was not clean. However, today he was sitting here, eating fried dough sticks was not his goal, his goal was to kill the extra time. Sometimes, with too much time, it was truly an annoying matter.

The fat woman walked over and asked, "Young man, what do you want to eat?"

"Give me a fried dough stick." Tang Tianbao said. He seemed to be perfunctory. Who was he perfunctory with? Was he just fawning over the Lady Boss? No, he was fawning on himself.

The fat boss lady quickly brought up a fried dough stick. She put it on the small table and asked casually, "Do you drink soy milk?"

Tang Tianbao hesitated.

The Lady Boss said, "One dollar for a bowl."

After she finished speaking, she left. She didn't stay for long with Tang Tianbao because he still wanted to greet the others. She knew that if Tang Tianbao wanted soy milk, he would say it himself.

Tang Tianbao didn't ask for soy milk. He didn't even eat youtiao. He just sat there, taking up a space. He took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, his eyes wide, looking at the yellowing youtiao in front of him. He was disgusted by what he saw, but the people around him ate as if they were good food.

Tang Tianbao quickly finished his cigarette. He didn't throw away the tip of the cigarette, but rather lit another one from that pitiful little fire. His mouth was filled with anger, but he still continued to let the heat from his mouth continue.

"Yu Meng, where are you?" Tang Tian Bao exhaled a mouthful of smoke as he muttered to himself.

No one paid attention to Tang Tianbao. The morning was short and precious. One group of office workers after another came here. They hurriedly ate two mouthfuls before leaving. A new group of people greeted them on the small wooden table. In a hurry.

The fat Lady Boss seemed to have noticed Tang Tianbao. While she was cleaning up the leftovers from Tang Tianbao's meal, she glanced at him. She did not say anything. After all, Tang Tianbao was her customer, and her customers were her parents.

Tang Tianbao also noticed the fat Lady Boss. Her hands were busy packing up in front of her eyes. She didn't have any intention of chasing Tang Tianbao away, but Tang Tianbao understood in his heart that it was time for him to leave.

After the Lady Boss had cleaned up the pile of empty soy milk bowls, she took them and left. Tang Tianbao stood up from his stool and walked over to the flustered Lady Boss. He took out a dollar and handed it over to her. During the entire process, Tang Tianbao didn't say a single word. He didn't want to waste any more words, this kind of nonsense was completely meaningless. His heart was in pain, and so must his opening his mouth. It was easier said than done to find someone to listen to his story.

After exiting the morning market, Tang Tianbao continued his solo journey. Although he didn't leave Chaozhou City, he felt that he had reached the ends of the earth and reached the edge of despair. His heart was in despair.

The morning sun was not hot, but was shining through the leaves of the locust tree. On the sidewalk, there was a worker who was changing shifts. They were probably a group of workers who were working in the early hours of the morning. Tang Tianbao felt that he was not as good as these sanitation workers, as long as they were simple, simple and happy. As for himself? Nothing but grief and pain.