Am I him
Luo Ling's words were like opening a floodgate, and many fragments of memories suddenly emerged in Xiao Chen's mind: he did not look for a job after graduating with a master's degree, but worked hard to run his own media; he went back to the south to be with his parents during the Chinese New Year, and experienced every detail of his acquaintance, love and relationship with Luo Ling... All of these were like books in his memory bookcase, but he had never flipped through them, and they had always been here.
At that moment, Xiao Chen felt that the world was no longer alienated from him. When he looked at this room again, it was full of familiarity. It was a place to eat, a place to chat, a place to eat snacks and watch TV together. He also remembered that it seemed that he was just one step away...
"It seems that I guessed right?" Luo Ling looked at him with burning eyes.
"Yes, I... remembered everything. So many things. I can't even tell who I am now, as if the scenes of two lives overlapped on a piece of paper. No, that's not right. After sorting it out, I feel that my life has become wider. If I was driving on a small road before, I am now driving on a wider road. There are two completely different lives in the two lanes, but I am watching, feeling, and remembering everything." Xiao Chen scratched his head hard, "But this feeling is so strange. Don't you think I swallowed him?"
"Hmm." Luo Ling held her chin and said, "Then let me ask you a question. Don't think too much and just answer it."
"Hmm? Okay." Xiao Chen didn't understand, but agreed anyway.
Luo Ling smiled and asked, "Why don't you go back to work at a newspaper instead of doing self-media?"
"Didn't I say I would never bring this up again? I'm much freer now. Although the content is hard to produce, it's getting better now. And the artist I found before is pretty good. I want to talk to him about long-term cooperation..." Xiao Chen was stunned when he said this. He spoke from the bottom of his heart, almost without thinking, and he could feel the dissatisfaction, determination and confidence contained in it.
"You see, he is here. Only he can say this." Luo Ling said, "Maybe after you leave, he will naturally share your memories and emotions. Or to put it more bluntly, from now on, you are actually one person."
"Don't you find it strange?"
"Strange? A little bit, but you're not the devil who took over his body, what should I do?" Luo Ling asked, "Or maybe, who knows if this isn't a higher form of life?"
"Okay, I'm a little confused now. This problem can be sorted out slowly." Xiao Chen drank a glass of juice, "But I have to go back as soon as possible. The situation there is very tense."
"Before, you went there after falling asleep." Luo Ling said.
"Are you asleep? Yes, yes! I'm going to give it a try." Xiao Chen slapped his head and said, "Is there a guest room? I don't dare sleep on that bed just now."
Luo Ling was both angry and amused, and threw the pillow in her hand at his head, "Pretending! Your little thoughts are written all over your face. You're playing hard to get with me? You're still a little naive."
"Why don't we go back to where we were just now?" Xiao Chen said in a low voice.
"Why bother? Isn't the sofa big enough?"
"Won't it hurt your waist?" Xiao Chen looked at Luo Ling's half-smiley eyes and lay down obediently. He tossed and turned for a long time and said, "I can't seem to sleep."
"Why can't you sleep?"
Xiao Chen said: "Maybe the bed is wrong?"
"You guy. I think you have too many things in your head!"
"That's true. The amount of information I just uncovered is so huge that my head is swelling." Xiao Chen said seriously.
"Come with me." Luo Ling stood up and walked into the bedroom.
Xiao Chen was so excited that he rolled off the sofa and hit his knees on the coffee table. The pain was so severe that he wanted to scream, but he managed to hold it back.
But this pause also allowed him to calm down. He knew Luo Ling very well in both worlds. If she would flirt with him at this point, she would no longer be Luo Ling.
However, he was really curious about what she was up to when she ran back to the bedroom.
Xiao Chen's heart was pounding. He walked to the bedroom door and saw Luo Ling sitting cross-legged at the head of the bed with a pillow on her legs.
"This is?"
"Come here and lie on the pillow face up." Luo Ling said.
Xiao Chen lay down as he was told. A faint fragrance lingered around his nose. When he opened his eyes, he could see Luo Ling's smooth and compact chin, and the slightly upturned corners of her lips.
Luo Ling stretched out her hands, inserted them into Xiao Chen's hair, and then pressed hard. Her fingers were slender but powerful, pressing from his hairline to the Baihui acupoint, from the temple to the Fengchi acupoint. At the same time, her fingertips also separated many spiritual power threads, gently stimulating Xiao Chen's scalp.
"When I was in middle school, I often had headaches. The pain was so severe that I couldn't do my homework or sleep. My mother would press my head like this. However, this is the first time I have used this method on someone else." Luo Ling said softly as she pressed her head.
Xiao Chen felt himself immersed in an extremely peaceful and gentle atmosphere, and Luo Ling's fingering seemed to touch his soul, allowing him to truly recover from the intense battles of these days.
"Thank you," he said, receiving a faint smile in response.
He slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep unknowingly.
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"He seems to be waking up!" Xiao Chen heard someone say in his ear. The voice was a bit sharp, pulling him out of the quiet atmosphere. Then more and more sounds entered his mind, the sound of metal colliding, the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground, the sound of wheels rolling over stone slabs, and the sound of whips and shouts coming from farther away. All kinds of sounds gathered into a picture called reality.
However, Xiao Chen could feel that Luo Ling's fingertips were still rubbing his head, but the part where his head was resting had become more solid and elastic.
In a daze, he touched and pinched the side of his head and found that there was no pillow. Under the thin robe, there seemed to be a flexible thigh.
"It looks like he's really awake. His hands are moving."
It was indeed Luo Ling's voice. Xiao Chen opened his eyes and saw Luo Ling's eyes looking at him from above, while he was lying on Luo Ling's legs, the legs of Luo Ling in this world.
"What happened? Did we escape from the dungeon? How long have I been unconscious? Did you rescue Liu Pengfei?" Xiao Chen asked questions like a machine gun while secretly pulling his hand back.