yournovel Chapter 116 The End of the World
Chapter 116 The End of the World
Chapter 116 The End of the World
Time flies like an arrow, and two days have passed quietly.
Thursday, March 12th.
11pm.
"A swaying wine glass~ lips stained with blood~ an unusual beauty~ an unforgivable sin~"
Yu Huan held the showerhead, experiencing the new bathroom heater. The hot water gently caressed his skin, and the warm and comfortable feeling made him burst into song.
The pitch was off and the rhythm was chaotic.
Fortunately, this small space was relatively enclosed, and the singing was like a wild beast out of control, rampaging through the bathroom, unable to find an exit.
It belongs to the category of teachings that are not passed on to just four ears.
As I sang "Princess," a vivid voice suddenly flashed through my mind—
"Mommy, can you teach me how to use TikTok?"
A chill ran down my spine, and I hastily switched to singing.
I quickly played Jay Chou's "Confession Balloon" to try and banish this chilling memory from my mind.
"On the banks of the Seine, in the cafes of the Left Bank, I hold a cup in my hand, savoring your beauty, leaving behind your lip print."
While singing and washing, Yu Huan suddenly heard the ringtone of a video call.
He quickly turned his head away, squinted, and looked through the floating mist at the phone placed on top of the washing machine.
I could vaguely make out the word 'wife'.
Ok.
It was Lin Yourong calling.
Yu Huan pondered for a moment, then wiped her index finger on the dry towel hanging on the wall, stepped forward, pointed at the screen to connect, and then withdrew under the shower.
The camera was pointed directly at the ceiling heater, so of course it wouldn't have done anything indecent.
"What are you doing?"
Lin Yourong's charming voice, mixed with the sound of pattering water, entered my ears.
Yu Huan chuckled and said, "Rongrong, didn't you see the bathroom heater on the ceiling? I'm taking a shower."
A short "thump" sound rang out.
The video call ended in an instant.
Yu Huan brushed the stray hairs from her forehead and turned off the shower. The continuously pouring hot water stopped instantly, leaving only a quiet space in the small area.
After leaving the bathroom, I quickly dried my hair.
Yu Huan, dressed in cotton pajamas, slumped on the wooden sofa and sent a video call to Lin Yourong.
I did not answer.
I quickly sent her a message:
'Rongrong, what are you doing? Why aren't you answering my video call?'
By midnight, Yu Huan was leaning against the headboard, yawning repeatedly, but still hadn't received a reply.
what?
Are you getting angry already?
The world of pure love warriors is truly baffling.
He was even considering whether to fly to Shanghai over the weekend, just in case a small matter escalates into a big one, and a big one gets out of control.
Yu Huan touched his head and crawled into bed, drifting off to sleep.
I woke up suddenly, my eyes still a little dazed, and the first thing I did was fumble for my phone next to my pillow.
After the screen was turned on, the fluorescent light appeared particularly glaring in the dimly lit room.
Yu Huan squinted, adjusting to the stark changes in light, and noticed that Lin Yourong had finally responded at four in the morning:
'Good morning~'
Lin Yourong clearly sent it to him before going to sleep.
The two of them have completely different schedules.
Still half-asleep, Yu Huan typed a message on the screen: Good morning, muah~
However, it was not sent out immediately.
After a moment's thought, and some revisions, I finally produced two characters plus a punctuation mark.
'Good morning!'
The inexplicable burden in her heart was gently lifted by the two words "Good morning" sent by Lin Yourong. Yu Huan glanced at the small print in the upper left corner of her phone screen.
It was just seven o'clock in the morning.
With an hour to go before his alarm, he put down his phone, closed his eyes, and took a good nap.
Today is Friday, and the new media department is working as usual.
Yu Huan, unusually, entered her work cubicle three minutes early.
Everyone had already lined up in an orderly fashion, waiting for their leader to start the morning meeting.
Unlike the usual hustle and bustle, there was only a few chattering and whispering among the crowd.
He glanced at the neatly arranged line and couldn't help but chuckle.
Naturally, they understood why there was an unusual and strange atmosphere in the air.
玛雅历法从公元前3114年开始，历时约5125年，理论认为于2012年12月21日结束。
The Mayan calendar ended on this day, with no next page.
Three years ago, the Hollywood disaster blockbuster "2012" prophesied the end of the world, and the film's box office also swept the globe. Although the special effects were always disconnected from the plot, it was extremely shocking both visually and sensorially.
thus.
Doomsday rumors are spreading like wildfire.
Yu Huan stopped in front of the crowd and said with a smile, "No one of you really believes today is the end of the world, right?"
Wang Zhi, who is usually jovial, looked serious at this moment: "It's not a matter of whether you believe it or not, the key is that it's been spread like wildfire! They say the specific time of the end of the world, converted to our time, is 3:14:35 PM."
The silence of this active individual had indeed made the atmosphere a bit tense.
"So what?" Yu Huan shrugged. "We still have to go to work as usual, don't we? The end of the world can't stop us from pursuing our KPIs!"
These words immediately broke the silence, and everyone burst into laughter.
Seeing that Yu Huan wasn't in a hurry to speak, and with only a few minutes left before work started, they were discussing various rumors, some seriously and some jokingly.
For example, major disasters such as asteroids colliding with Earth, Earth's magnetic poles reversing, and three consecutive days of darkness.
Yu Huan glanced at the wall clock; the minute and hour hands overlapped at nine o'clock. He then clapped his hands and shouted, "Quiet down, everyone! Morning meeting is starting!"
After he finished speaking, a moment of silence fell over the area.
After outlining the key tasks, Yu Huan didn't ramble on and immediately adjourned the meeting.
Under his guidance and personal direction, the Jiangnan Morning Post launched a full-scale, scientific rebuttal across its official accounts on various social media platforms:
'The Mayan calendar did not end in 2012, nor did the Mayans themselves consider it the end of the world. Instead, they restarted the clock and began a new era, just like we do every New Year's Day or Monday morning.'
We should discard misunderstandings and rumors about the Mayan calendar and the end of the world, and approach history and cultural heritage with a more rational and scientific attitude.
A busy morning passed by unnoticed.
After lunch break, it was already three o'clock.
The end of the world is near.
Yu Huan, who was playing Spider Solitaire without making a sound, suddenly noticed the phone next to the keyboard, and the screen lit up with a vibration.
I'm downstairs.
After exchanging good morning greetings, the contact person, whose contact name was "wife," sent him a new message.
However, Yu Huan pondered these four short words for a moment.
"what?"
He was so surprised that his lips involuntarily parted, and his eyebrows rose high, almost touching his hairline.
Is she downstairs?
He hurriedly got up and walked around the desk.
I strolled to the window with the best view, looked down, and searched for that familiar figure.
(End of this chapter)