"No." There was no point arguing with a drunkard, Yan Mu didn't explain anything, "You collected it yourself, go take a shower first."
"?" Jiang Zhihuo, "Why should I pack the boxes?"
Yan Mu didn't give him a chance to question him further, and said, "You go in first, I'll help you get your clothes."
Drunkard Jiang Zhihuo stood there for a long time, feeling that something was wrong, but couldn't put his finger on it. His head was dizzy and he couldn't connect any strings. Finally, he was too lazy to think about it anymore and walked into the bathroom empty-handed.
As soon as he took off his shirt, Yan Mu brought a bath towel and clothes and knocked on the door: "Can I wash?"
"..." Jiang Zhihuo threw his coat into the laundry basket, opened the door, and said, "Are you questioning me?"
"No." Yan Mu said, "I was just questioning a drunkard who was not in his right mind."
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
Jiang Zhihuo: "I'm not drunk!"
Yan Mu: “Yeah.”
His whole face was full of perfunctory expression.
“…” Jiang Zhihuo felt dizzy and had no intention of getting entangled with this man anymore. He grabbed his clothes and was about to close the door.
He didn't even want to use his hands, and when he was angry he even wanted to kick directly, so he had to turn his body, and the not-so-big tattoo on his left shoulder was clearly visible.
Long before, Yan Mu knew that Jiang Zhihuo had a tattoo on his shoulder, but he had never seen it clearly.
But when he saw the shape of the tattoo on his shoulder, his breathing, blood and heartbeat stagnated for a moment, and then started beating rapidly the next second.
—It was half a shell, the pattern was outlined with black fine lines, light white in color, and the middle was outlined with a slightly darker milky white to represent the concave and convex ripples belonging to the shell.
The person in the bathroom turned around, and the tattoo became increasingly distant from sight. The door was closed with a bang, not a loud sound, but like a heavy hammer hitting the ear.
—Half a shell.
Before Jiang Zhihuo could lock the door, Yan Mu pressed the doorknob, stepped forward and rushed into the bathroom, pinched Jiang Zhihuo's shoulders, and pressed his fingers on the shell tattoo, his fingertips trembling.
He pressed so hard that the skin around his shoulders turned white.
His eyes were fixed on the tattoo, as if it was more than just a childish, simple pattern.
Drunk people react slowly. Jiang Zhihuo was stunned for a long time before he realized what was happening. He took a few steps back and leaned against the edge of the sink: "What are you doing?!"
Yan Mu was stunned for a moment, then realized what he had done. He looked up and saw Jiang Zhihuo with his upper body naked. He turned around quickly and left the bathroom in a panic.
As soon as the door was closed, the sound of the door being locked was heard from inside.
Yan Mu's face showed strange expression. He was stunned for a moment, then he staggered into the room, opened the bottom drawer on the right side of the desk, and sat down on the floor.
There was only a transparent file bag and a box in the drawer.
When he left home, he took nothing with him except these two things.
The file bag contained two second gender test reports.
Yun Zhou and Qin Mu.
Next to the two words "Qin Mu", four letters were added in pencil - shin.
And the box...
Yan Mu slowly opened the box, and inside it, half a shell was lying quietly.
It's white, and because it's been stored for too long, the surface has a slightly yellowish layer, half a shell.
After taking a shower, Jiang Zhihuo found that there was something wrong with the way Yan Mu looked at him. He couldn't tell what was wrong. His mind was a mess and he couldn't think properly.
"Why are you looking at me?" Jiang Zhihuo seemed to have forgotten what happened in the bathroom. He walked towards Yan Mu while wiping his hair. He passed by a desk where a test paper was spread out. It was a competition question. He only wrote two questions, and the process was quite chaotic. For the third question, he wrote a few steps at the beginning, and then scribbled it into a mess with a black pen.
Yan Mu just took it out to do this just now in order to calm down, but he didn't expect that the more he did it, the more confused he became. Memories flooded into his mind, so he simply put down the pen and stopped writing.
Jiang Zhihuo took a look and said, "You can't do the question? You can't even do such a simple question? Are you a fake academic genius?"
He folded the towel and put it aside, then sat down and continued writing the paper where Yan Mu had left off halfway.
Yan Mu stared at Jiang Zhihuo, as if he wanted to engrave this figure fiercely and forcefully in his sight. His gaze was so heavy that the corners of his eyes were red.
"Jiang Zhihuo." Yan Mu asked, "What does your tattoo mean?"
Jiang Zhihuo was writing the competition questions seriously, and answered casually: "I won't tell you."
Yan Mu clenched his fingers and held the half shell tightly in his palm. The broken edge was still sharp and cut his palm, causing dull pain.
There was no more response from the person behind me.
The drunk Jiang Zhihuo had no idea what he was doing or saying. Yan Mu didn't ask, he just thought it was boring, so he continued to talk: "It's quite childish, a promise I made with someone when I was a child."
As he spoke, Jiang Zhihuo still did not stop writing. He quickly listed the general ideas for the competition questions that others would have to spend a whole night to write, as if writing these questions did not require any thinking at all.
He continued, "Later, when I escaped, I lost my stuff. In fact, if it's lost, it's lost. I can't go back anyway. What they said about meeting again is a joke. There are so many people. If you move, change your number, change your name, no one can find anyone else."
"The school is so small, and there are four classes on each floor. You may not even be able to meet someone on the same floor as you."
Jiang Zhihuo sighed as if he was mocking himself and feeling helpless: "But I don't want to forget it, so I tattooed it on my body."
"I was quite impulsive. The tattoo artist kept asking me if I was sure. He also said that if I couldn't wash it off, I might not be able to take the civil service exam. He even removed it after the physical examination."
Yan Mu still didn't speak, his palms clenched tighter and tighter. Jiang Zhihuo also felt that it was pointless to talk alone, so he quickly wrote down the solutions to the remaining questions, put down his pen, and climbed onto the bed: "I don't know how to give lectures, so I wrote down the solutions for you. You can read it yourself tomorrow. I think the academic god will understand it, right?"
Yan Mu still had that dazed expression on his face. Jiang Zhihuo had no time to care about him. He had a splitting headache and wanted to sleep. He never drank again.
He pressed his lips against Yan Mu's as he did before, to prevent her from suddenly getting hot before falling asleep.
Jiang Zhihuo has always had principles, and it can be said that this is his last stubbornness - he doesn't care what happens after falling asleep. Before falling asleep, they must sleep in half, separated by a pillow.
He lay quietly on the half of the bed that "belonged" to him, with his chin buried in the quilt, leaving only the upper half of his face exposed, his eyelashes drooping, his passion gone, leaving only quietness and obedience.
"… "
"Brother Qin."
The sea level is vast, the setting sun is fading away, and in the half-light sky, the clouds are like scattered cotton, revealing a few stars.
Yun Zhou and Qin Mu sat side by side on the beach.
The waves rolled up snow-white waves, moved forward, hit their feet coolly, and then continued to retreat.
Yun Zhou was not in a good mood.
His parents' emotions have been very unstable these days. They often quarrel. Whenever his mother sees him, her eyes become red, but she won't tell him why.
A few days ago, a strange man came to my house. He was dressed in cheap clothes - it's not that they were cheap, but he looked too ruffian. He couldn't even stand straight. No matter how expensive the clothes were, they looked cheap on him, like street stall goods.
The man was very thin, with dark circles under his eyes, deep eye sockets, and a disgusting smile on his face.
Yunzhou was locked in the room by his parents.
He heard a quarrel breaking out in the living room. Both of his parents were university professors with a strong academic flavor. Even the decorations of the living and dining room on the first floor were very exquisite. Yun Zhou grew up in this atmosphere and was subtly influenced by him to develop a quiet and proud bookish air similar to that of his parents.
So it was hard for Yun Zhou to imagine why his parents, who were always gentle and polite to others, would quarrel with that man at the top of their lungs.
But his room was on the second floor, too far from the living room. Even if he pressed against the door, he couldn't hear the content of the quarrel. He only heard one sentence, which was yelled by the man.
"One million, not a cent less!"
Even though he was very young at the time, only eight years old, he could tell that something big must have happened at home, something that had devastated his parents.
After the man came, his parents seemed to be fine, but Yunzhou always had a bad feeling in his heart.
So he went to Brother Qin's house on the weekend and asked the driver to take them to the beach.
The beach they went to was undeveloped and not crowded, so there was no need to worry about Brother Qin being touched by others.
"What if, I mean what if." Yun Zhou said, "What if we can't see each other again in the future?"
"Why can't we see each other? Are you going to move?" Qin Mu asked.
Yun Zhou shook his head: "No, I just suddenly had this idea."
Qin Mu hugged his knees, rested his chin on them, and looked towards the sea level: "It's a bad idea, forget it."
Yun Zhou smiled.
He smiled beautifully, with bright eyes and white teeth. The setting sun fell on his head, making him look soft. Qin Mu took a look and then looked away. His earlobe was slightly red.
Yun Zhou suddenly stood up, dug a few times on the beach, and found a shell under the sand.
He held up the snow-white shell with curved folds in front of his eyes, and the light of the setting sun shone through the shell.
Yunzhou has always been a romantic person, since he was a child, he likes to read all kinds of books, listen to all kinds of stories, remember them, and share them.
He said, "I heard that the shell symbolizes everlasting love."
Qin Mu: "Yeah."
Yun Zhou: "Love can be divided into many kinds. For example, the love between us is the love between friends, the kind that grew up together."
Qin Mu: "Yeah, childhood sweethearts."
Yun Zhou added: "Eternal and unchanging, symbolizes that we will always be together, and we will meet again even if we separate, so..."
Yunzhou found another pointed stone. There were many such stones on undeveloped beaches.
He lay on the wet sand, and bit by bit, he broke the snow-white shell, which was as big as his palm, into two halves. He kept one piece for himself, put the other into Qin Mu's hand, and raised his sparkling eyes.
"Don't forget me, Brother Qin."
the next day.
Jiang Zhihuo opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling and ceiling lights.
“… … … ”
He must not have woken up yet.
Jiang Zhihuo closed his eyes, counted silently for one minute, and then opened them again.
No change.
“… … ”
“… … … ”
Jiang Zhihuo turned his neck stiffly and saw Yan Mu who had not yet woken up.
Jiang Zhihuo: “!!!!”
He turned back stiffly, roaring inwardly.
Hold the grass, hold the grass, hold the grass?
What happened last night?!
Why would he wear Yan Mu's clothes and sleep in Yan Mu's bed in Yan Mu's house? ?
Jiang Zhihuo tried hard to recall what happened last night.
He was in a bad mood yesterday, very bad, but he didn't know why, and he couldn't figure it out after thinking about it for a week, so he drank alcohol under the pretext of comforting the monitor.
Lots of wine.
Then…
Then what
And then I don’t remember it!!!
Jiang Zhihuo's memory only lasted until he discovered that his squad leader couldn't drink, so he started guzzling the wine himself.
After that, everything was blank and I couldn’t remember anything!
Jiang Zhihuo covered his face.
I shouldn't have drunk.
The last time he got drunk was a few days before Li Muhe went to college. Jiang Zhihuo thought everything was normal. He woke up in his own bed the next day. He was not dizzy or blurry and was as energetic as he wanted. However, Li Ge told him that he was singing on the road last night and insisted on walking without support. As a result, he fell into the green belt next to him. He squatted in the pool by the roadside to look in the mirror and smiled foolishly: "Why am I so handsome?"
Jiang Zhihuo had no impression of this, so Li Muhe took out the video with a smile on his face.
Jiang Zhihuo, who finished watching the video: "… "
Li Muhe: "I really want to ask you, how did you manage to look normal without looking drunk, but actually black out?"
Jiang Zhihuo also wanted to ask himself: Why did my IQ also drop after I blacked out
Jiang Zhihuo was thankful that time that he had lost his memory. Watching a video is never as real as remembering it. If he really remembered it, he would definitely want to dig a hole and bury himself as soon as he thought about it.
But this time it’s different!!!!!
Last time, if you wanted to be stupid, you should just do it yourself. Brother Li knew everything about you and it wouldn’t be shameful even if he saw it. But this time, you actually went to someone else’s house, wore their clothes and slept in their bed. This, this, this… This is impossible to explain!!!
Jiang Zhihuo climbed out of bed quietly and closed the door carefully. He didn't even have time to put on his slippers. He ran to the balcony barefoot and made his usual phone call.
It was past eight o'clock now. Chang Luo had already woken up. He was lying on the bed with his eyes open, emptying his mind. Suddenly, the phone beside his pillow lit up, showing Jiang Zhihuo's number. He picked up the phone: "Hello?"
Brother Huo sounded extremely panicked: "Let me ask you, what happened yesterday? Why was I..." Why was I at Yan Mu's house
Jiang Zhihuo was too embarrassed to say the second half of the sentence.
Last night's shock was last night's. After a good night's sleep, Chang Luo returned to his usual mild and slow personality and said slowly, "Last night you specifically asked Yan Shen to pick me up and even threw out his cell phone. I had no choice but to call Yan Shen. I originally thought he wouldn't come, but he..."
Jiang Zhihuo interrupted Chang Luo and said, "I didn't expect that he would really come?!"
Chang Luo: "Yeah, I didn't expect you two have such a good relationship."
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
What a head!!!
Jiang Zhihuo: "What happened next?"
Chang Luo: "I don't know. Yan Shen took you away, and we left after we finished eating."
“…” Jiang Zhihuo tried his best to keep his voice from trembling, “Okay, I understand.
After hanging up the phone, he held his forehead.
Okay, the question of why he was at Yan Mu’s house was solved, and Yan Mu came to pick him up.
The next thing to do is to solve the following questions: why did he ask Yan Mu to pick him up, why did he wear Yan Mu's clothes, and why did he sleep next to him.
Jiang Zhihuo took a deep breath.
No problem, I can explain it.
Jiang Zhihuo! You can do it!
He encouraged himself and thought of some preliminary explanation in his mind, preparing himself mentally to face Yan Mu. As soon as he turned around, he saw Yan Mu leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window. He had just woken up, his eyes were half-closed, and he exuded a cold aura.
"Good morning." Yan Mu said proactively.
Jiang Zhihuo smiled awkwardly: "Hahahahaha... Good morning... I was drunk yesterday..."
The more he spoke, the lower his voice became. Yan Mu's eyes were too deep and contained too many hidden meanings. Jiang Zhihuo knew he was in the wrong, so he didn't need to guess the meaning of his eyes. He timidly took down the clothes hanging on the balcony and said, "I'll leave now."
"Wait a minute." Before he could step out, Yan Mu called him, turned around and went to the entrance to get a pair of slippers, and put them at Jiang Zhihuo's feet, "Put on your shoes."
Jiang Zhihuo then realized that he had come out in such a hurry that he didn't even wear slippers.
"Thank you!" Jiang Zhihuo put on his slippers and ran away.
He went to the bathroom to change his clothes. When he came out, Yan Mu had already returned to the room. He was leaning against the head of the bed with a pillow under his waist and one leg casually folded over the other.
Jiang Zhihuo tiptoed to put the folded clothes he wore last night on the bedside table, and tiptoed to leave the room. When he passed by the desk, he subconsciously glanced at the test paper spread out on the desk...
A glance lasts a lifetime.
There was a loud bang in Jiang Zhihuo's head, and he was petrified instantly.
The handwriting on the competition test paper is clear. Although only the ideas are written, each question is very clear and understandable. If you expand on it, it will be a question that can get full marks.
Academic geniuses all like to write questions this way. It exercises their thinking, is fast and saves time. There’s nothing wrong with that.
Off! Key! Yes!
The handwriting on the test paper was obviously not Yan Mu's, but his own, Jiang Zhihuo's.
It's his!!!!
How could he, a poor student who could get 330 points in the first half of the semester and be cheered by the whole class, write a clear-minded competition question? ?
Yeah, why
Jiang Zhihuo broke out in a cold sweat.
It was one thing for Yan Mu to be seen through without saying anything, but it was another thing for him to expose himself!
He turned his head little by little and found that Yan Mu was also looking at him.
Without having to speak, Jiang Zhihuo took the lead and said, "Wait, I can explain!!"
His mind worked so fast that he made up an excuse in a flash that even his handwriting didn't believe: "This is my second personality! It only appears when I'm drunk! I was very sober yesterday, right? If I did something unreasonable, yes, you go find my second personality, don't find me!"
Yan Mu said nothing, only asked: "What is the name of your second personality?"
"Jiang Zhou." Jiang Zhihuo quickly made up a name and wanted to slip away. He didn't care whether he believed it or not. He didn't believe it at all. He pushed the blame and said, "If you have any problems, go find him, not me. I'm leaving now. Goodbye, my friend."
Yan Mu grabbed Jiang Zhihuo's wrist and did not ask any more questions about the second personality. Instead, he asked, "When was the inhibitor injected yesterday?"
"About mid-afternoon." Jiang Zhihuo said, "It's still in time! Don't worry! I'll go back first."
Yan Mu let go of his hand, stood up and rolled up his sleeves: "Since we still have time, have breakfast before leaving."
Jiang Zhihuo: “?”
Brother Yan is weird today
He walked to the dining room with Yan Mu in a daze. There were simple ingredients in the refrigerator, and when he didn't want to eat in the dining hall and ordered takeout, he would come back and cook for himself.
Yan Mu cooked a bowl of noodles with shrimps, scallops, a few slices of lettuce, a poached egg on top, and a few chopped green onions. The style was simple and the appearance was good.
Jiang Zhihuo stared at the bowl of noodles in front of him, then looked at Yan Mu who was sitting opposite him: "?"
Yan Mu said: "I only know how to cook noodles, so I'll just make do with it."
Jiang Zhihuo picked up the chopsticks suspiciously, his hands were shaking.
Is Yan Mu okay? Is there any possibility that he has poisoned the noodles
Jiang Zhihuo repeated "rule of law society, rule of law society" twice in his mind, and snorted under Yan Mu's gaze.
Tastes good!
Yan Mu looked at him quietly.
Jiang Zhihuo took another bite, glanced up at Yan Mu, and his hands trembled.
He felt very uncomfortable eating with people watching him like this. The chopsticks in his hand felt as if they weighed a thousand pounds and he couldn't lift them at all, so he simply put them down.
Jiang Zhihuo: "Yesterday... I just drank. I don't seem to be very good at drinking. I don't know what happened, but I really didn't mean to pick a fight with you, let alone steal your position as Bai Yueguang. Please don't misunderstand me! About the test paper, em..."
Jiang Zhihuo couldn't explain this matter, so he could only smile awkwardly and continue: "You can ask my second personality, do you want me to help you summon him?"
"Jiang Zhou?"
"Uh-huh!"
"Which 'zhou?" Yan Mu asked.
"A light boat." Jiang Zhihuo answered.
Jiang Zhihuo heard Yan Mu chuckle softly, but he couldn't tell whether it was sarcasm or something else. But it didn't matter, because the next second, Yan Mu stood up and made him a cup of honey water and placed it in front of him.
Jiang Zhihuo: “?”
He couldn't help it: "Friend, are you a little weird today?"
It's okay to argue and hold on to a little thing, but what's the meaning of cooking noodles and soaking in honey water, and looking at him with such a creepy look
"Really?" Yan Mu was not aware of it at all.
Jiang Zhihuo ignored him and lowered his head to eat noodles. He was very hungry and it would be a waste if he didn't eat. After eating, he took the initiative to wash the bowl, wiped the water off his hands, and said, "I'm leaving now."
Yan Mu: “Yeah.”
On Sundays, many children played in the community garden, chasing and frolicking, and it was lively and bustling.
Yan Mu sent Jiang Zhihuo downstairs, and then followed him to the gate of the community.
Jiang Zhihuo really couldn't understand what this young master wanted to do. He followed him like a ghost, which always made him feel uneasy.
The last time Yan Mu followed him around was when he provoked Feng Zhi to fight in the isolation classroom. This guy saw everything, but he just didn't say anything and wanted to follow him. So what happened this time? Did he find out something again
Jiang Zhihuo couldn't figure it out. When he reached the gate, he couldn't bear it anymore. He turned around and asked, "What on earth do you want to do? Ask me, ask me. I'll tell you everything I can. Can you please stop following me?"
Yan Mu looked at him seriously and asked, "Why is it called Shin?"
Jiang Zhihuo curled the corner of his mouth.
Why is this question again
Jiang Zhihuo: "Why do you have to know? You asked three times."
Yan Mu: “Tell me.” Three words, with a half-open aura, extremely powerful.
"Is the answer important?" Jiang Zhihuo asked.
Yan Mu: “Yeah.”
Jiang Zhihuo: "Why is it important?"
Yan Mu didn't let him fool her: "I'm the one asking you now."
"Okay." Jiang Zhihuo shrugged, then lowered his eyes and put his right hand on his left shoulder.
It was just a subconscious action, and Yan Mu noticed it.
He knew there was a tattoo there.
Jiang Zhihuo raised his head again, the sunlight was falling, and a bright light appeared in his eyes.
He said something.
Hearing his answer, Yan Mu's fingers clenched tighter and tighter, and it took almost all of her willpower to barely restrain herself from reaching out to grab the person in front of her.
Because, Jiang Zhihuo said: "This is a person's name."
Serious and solemn.
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