ID No. 019

Chapter 136: Reality Four

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The drink in Chen Yang's hand fell to the ground, and he bent down mechanically to pick it up.

The heavy bomb dropped by Ding Huichun turned Chen Yang's world upside down. Chao Jian was not the only illegal resident, there was a second one.

This shocking information came without warning, but it seemed like it had been planned for a long time. Chao Jian did not go to the hospital, but came to the small clinic to find Ding Huichun. Ding Huichun knew that the problem with Chao Jian's left leg was due to psychological reasons. She had an incense that even a bachelor painter could not get, which could solve the psychological trauma of the tasker...

So this was foreshadowed, it didn't just pop up out of nowhere. Ding Huichun and Chao Jian were colleagues, illegal colleagues.

There are two illegal residents. There are already two. Could there be a third one? What is the connection between the tasker and the illegal resident? Chen Yang felt a little dizzy. He grabbed the drink bottle. His mind was so crowded that it was about to explode.

Ding Huichun got up to light the incense, and the match lit up with a click.

Wisps of green smoke floated out of the incense burner with a green face and fangs, and penetrated into Chen Yang's nostrils. The restless voice in his mind gradually weakened. After calming down a little, Chen Yang propped up his legs and looked at the tall and thin woman with her back to him: "What is your relationship with Chao Jian?"

Ding Huichun crushed the match and threw it into the trash can: "He saved me."

Chen Yang was stunned on the spot. Would Chao Jian save people

"Don't be jealous," Ding Huichun said with a hint of interest, "I'm not the only one he saved."

Chen Yang was not jealous, he was just shocked. Before he could react, Ding Huichun said, "Chao Jian was not born with a personality disorder."

At that moment, Chen Yang tightly grasped the drink bottle, and then slowly loosened it: "What was Chao Jian like in the past?"

Ding Huichun turned around and asked: "Want to know?"

Chen Yang smiled at her.

It was almost eight o'clock, the moon was dim and the stars were sparse. A dirty wild cat appeared in front of the clinic, licked its paws and continued to look for food.

The house was silent.

"The Chao Jian of the past..." Ding Huichun leaned against the table and stroked her long pipe. The dry river of memories in her eyes began to loosen and the water began to flow. Many drifting bottles of memories floated on the water, and she picked up one of them.

Chen Yang crossed his hands and held the drink bottle, staring at Ding Huichun's half-open pale lips. He didn't know what he wanted to hear, as long as the second half of the sentence was there.

"Cheerful and love to laugh." Ding Huichun opened the bottle, saw the four words inside, and read them to Chen Yang.

That was the Chao Jian of the past, the Chao Jian who was not sick, the Chao Jian whose life and soul still belonged to him.

Chen Yang was stunned. The Chao Jian described by Ding Huichun was completely different from the one he knew.

"You..." Chen Yang said hoarsely, "Can you say a little more?"

Ding Huichun apologized, "Limited."

Chen Yang pursed his lips in understanding. He unscrewed the bottle cap and took a few sips of jasmine tea. The sweet and sour taste wrapped in coolness exploded in his mouth.

Ding Huichun had been paying attention to Chen Yang's mood changes. His mood did not fluctuate much during the whole process. Most people would find it difficult to control themselves, but he did not.

But he was sad. This was revealed in the tears in his eyes. He also wanted to know more, but he did not act unreasonably, hysterically, or even force her, who knew the truth, under the guise of pleading. His emotions were beneath his rationality, and he would not act recklessly for his own selfish desires. He was sensible and principled.

Ding Huichun took a puff of his pipe. Everyone expresses emotions differently, some are intense and passionate, others are restrained and light. The kind of person you choose to accompany you in this world is the kind of emotional way you choose.

So whatever happens to Chen Yang now is all Chao Jian’s own will and he is his private property.

Of course, Ding Huichun was not familiar with Chen Yang, so she didn't know what his temperament was like at the beginning. Maybe the reason why he was like this was because of the slow cooking of Chao Jian, which led to him being able to accept everything now, even if the world collapsed before his eyes.

There is nothing good to say from the outside. Ding Huichun will not feel sorry for Chao Jian, thinking that he has walked on this road for a long time and is very tired. It is not worth it. How can it not be worth it? It is not worth it. He pulled Chen Yang away from the sea of hell, and Chen Yang can bring him to the shore. They redeemed each other.

only…

The long-term planning and waiting for the end may not be a good one. All success or failure depends on Chen Yang. This is the last chance.

The last step comes at the most appropriate time. If Chen Yang is well prepared, he and Chao Jian will have a bright future. Otherwise, there will be no future.

Ding Huichun smoothed his dry and rough hair and said, "You have to understand that personality disorders are extremely difficult to completely cure. You can only alleviate and restrain yourself. Even if Chao Jian controls his condition, he can't go back to the way he was before."

Chen Yang pressed his eyes hard and shook his head with difficulty. It’s okay. Why is it always him

The smell of cigarette smoke grew thicker in the air. Chen Yang adjusted his mood and looked at Ding Huichun. He felt that every time she smoked her pipe, it was like a desperado taking a break.

"Chao Jian knows I came to see you, and he allowed you to tell me something." Chen Yang's mind was spinning, "Does he have anything else for you to tell me?"

Chen Yang pondered Chao Jian's style of doing things: "Or maybe he wants you to be temporarily bound to me?"

Ding Huichun said: "One illegal household can only be bound to one tasker."

Chen Yang frowned. She had someone to bind to. Who could it be? There was no other person's belongings in the small clinic.

"No," Ding Huichun raised her head slightly and exhaled a puff of smoke. Her pale, almost transparent neck stretched out like a dying swan. She said, "I'm still looking."

Chen Yang heard a sad story from these words. Ding Huichun had someone she wanted to find, but she couldn't find him or her. Her hope was slim, but she would not give up.

"How is an illegal household formed?" Chen Yang asked, "What conditions are required?"

Ding Huichun looked at the edge of the table with the pipe in his hand. Can I have more firewood? It's better not to add more firewood and let Chao Jian do it himself.

"Man-made." Ding Huichun gave an ambiguous answer.

Chen Yang asked again: "What are the conditions?"

"Man-made." Ding Huichun brought up the two words in the previous reply.

Chen Yang: “…” He knew that this question had to be put aside for the time being and wait for Chao Jian to come back and tell him.

Regarding his understanding of illegal resident, Chen Yang realized that he was wrong after coming here. He always thought that Chao Jian found out that he was an illegal resident after he entered the mission world and found out that he had no identity number.

It turned out that Chao Jian was bound to him as an illegal resident from the beginning, and went through mission after mission with him.

The order is reversed.

Chen Yang nibbled his lips, but if it was this order, there was something that didn't make sense. Chao Jian's attitude towards him was not constant. It was different in the early, middle and late stages of the first mission, and it was a little different during the second mission. After that, he didn't care. By the time he found out, Chao Jian had been staring at him for so long that it became pathological.

Therefore, Chen Yang was sure that Chao Jian initially treated him as a special existence, and only accepted his approach and physical contact, but was not overly paranoid. Chao Jian's feelings towards him went through a process of transformation.

So why did Chao Jian choose him in the first place? Was it unconscious

Chen Yang's heartbeat quickened, and a thought grew wildly in the depths of his mind, causing him to no longer be able to ignore and escape. Behind Chao Jian's voluntary binding was a sad truth. His first meeting with Chao Jian was not on the roadside late at night, but earlier. He forgot.

Fate made him pitiful and hateful, and he really forgot about Chao Jian.

And I don’t even remember it now!

Chen Yang put the empty drink bottle aside, covered his face with his two cool hands and maintained the posture. He actually thought of a lot, but he was worried that his threshold would be problematic, so he tried his best to suppress it and did not dare to go deeper. He could not ruin Chao Jian's plan, he had prepared for so long.

"Then I'll leave." Chen Yang stood up with his eyes downcast.

"Wait." Ding Huichun turned and went upstairs. When he came down, he had a bag in his hand, which was full of incense.

Chen Yang said: "I still have some."

"Your friend needs it." Ding Huichun said.

Chen Yang was stunned. Xiangdong didn’t need it, but the painter did. He thought of pineapple.

"Thank you." Chen Yang took the bag and paused as he lifted the curtain. "Miss Ding, is there an end to the mission?"

Ding Huichun sat back in his chair, looking a little tired: "Yes."

Chen Yang asked: "What is the end?"

"Everyone's end of the road is different, it's up to you to decide," said Ding Huichun.

Chen Yang returned home carrying a bag of incense. He took a cold shower and lay down on the bed, not sleeping all night.

The phone didn't ring. Chen Yang lay in bed until dawn. If 03 hadn't called him, he would have stayed in bed.

Chen Yang prepared breakfast for 03, picked up his phone and called Xiangdong: "Do you want to smoke the pineapple cakes?"

In the hotel room in Penang, Xiangdong looked at his phone. He was on the phone. He was not dreaming. He sat up with his upper body naked: "Yes, can you give it to me?"

"Here you go." Chen Yang nudged the puppy licking the milk with his foot. "Send me the address and I'll have a courier send it over."

"You dare to send something like a magic pill?" Xiangdong yawned. "Li Zi and I will go back this afternoon and pick it up from you then."

"Okay." Chen Yang was about to hang up, but Xiangdong interrupted him and asked, "Where's he?"

"I went back to Germany for medical treatment." said Chen Yang.

Xiangdong said, "Tsk, I was wondering why you look so listless. You don't have the energy you usually have."

"Treatment is not a good thing? If you stay with a madman, you will go crazy sooner or later." Xiangdong laughed twice, "This is common sense and very realistic, do you understand?"

Chen Yang walked to the living room: "I just got out of being single and I'm in a long-distance relationship. I'm not in a good mood. Don't mess with me."

Xiangdong: “…” I’d better go to sleep.

There was a knock at the door. Chen Yang said, "Someone's knocking. I went to check, but the caller hung up."

"Are you still sleepy? Even children know that you can't open the door to others casually. You have to ask who it is first." Xiangdong said contemptuously.

Chen Yang hung up the phone to stop Xiangdong's fatherly love. He drank a sip of water, walked to the entrance and asked who it was.

"I'm sorry, I just moved in next door and I want to ask if I can borrow some salt." A male voice came from outside the door.

When Chen Yang heard the voice, a white light flashed through his mind. He suddenly opened the door, twitching his eyes and looking at the person at the door, it was a scene of great confusion.

"Snap"

Big strawberry-flavored bubbles covered Wen Qing's face, and he quickly rolled them into his mouth: "Wait a minute." As he said that, he took out his cell phone and looked up the number, while going back to the door opposite to make a call, as if he wanted to ask someone for an explanation.

Chen Yang came back to his senses at the sound of the door closing. He turned back to the living room to look for his cell phone, picked it up and put it down again. It was already early morning when he saw Jian.

After standing there for a while, Chen Yang called Xiangdong and said straight to the point: "Wen Qing is across from me."

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds, and Xiangdong cursed: "Fuck, I'm hallucinating."

Chen Yang said: "He was wearing Doraemon's cartoon pajamas..."

Xiangdong: "It was indeed an auditory hallucination."

Chen Yang stopped talking. Xiang Dong cursed: "What the hell is going on? Give him the phone, I'm talking to him."

"He went into the house." Chen Yang said, "It seems that he didn't know that I lived across the street from him. He was very surprised and surprised."

Xiangdong was suspicious: "Didn't the King of Force come after you?"

"Of course not." Chen Yang said. Why chase him? He is not Tang Monk's flesh.

"Then forget it." Xiangdong fell back on the bed. Wen Qing, that damned bastard, made him play one more round of death trap with a broken leg. They hadn't met again after the mission at the train station. Unexpectedly, the other party not only survived, but also became Chen Yang's neighbor. What the hell was going on

"No matter what, we're neighbors now..." When Chen Yang said this, the door opposite opened and Wen Qing looked at him with a smile. His reaction was completely different from before, and it seemed that he had completely accepted their neighborly relationship.

Wen Qing walked over chewing gum and asked, "Who are you talking to on the phone?"

Chen Yang glanced at his pajamas: "Xiangdong."

"Oh... him..." Wen Qing stretched out his voice with an amused look on his face. He stood on tiptoe and moved closer to Chen Yang's phone to greet him, "Hi, Xiang Gou, good morning."

Xiangdong's curses were heard from the other end of the phone.

"Okay, okay, I know you're excited to see me, but I want to catch up with my neighbor now. You can understand how I feel, right?" Wen Qing made an awkward expression, "I'll write down your number and call you later. We can chat slowly then."

Wen Qing stepped back on his tiptoed feet and made a "please" gesture to Chen Yang.

The low-rise commercial housing in Sanlianqiao is all old buildings, and everywhere is filled with traces and smells of the ravages of time. However, the house where the hipster lives does not have these.

Chen Yang smelled the luxurious scent in the air and looked at the exquisite furniture in front of him with difficulty. The structure of the house opposite was the same as his own, but he felt like he didn't recognize it.

Wen Qing circled around Chen Yang: "Although I just realized that I have become a part of the game, it does not affect my good mood at all."

"What game?" Chen Yang felt dizzy watching him spinning around.

"It's not important, not at all. We are neighbors now, and that's the most important thing." Wen Qing stopped in front of Chen Yang and clapped his hands. "Today is such an important moment, we must have a sense of ceremony!"

Chen Yang's eyelids jumped: "No need."

The smile on Wen Qing's face suddenly disappeared. Chen Yang frowned and looked at him.

The next moment, Wen Qing laughed again and muttered, "No? How can that be? I can see that you are a person who cares a lot about the sense of ceremony. We are old teammates, why are you still hiding it?"

Chen Yang: "..." When did he pay attention to the sense of ceremony? Why didn't he know

"Ah, I figured it out!" Wen Qing ran into a room.

Chen Yang looked around the room, and he remembered the mission at the beach, when Wen Qing was wearing a high-end three-piece suit, like a rich young man who had just attended a celebrity banquet. At that time, Chen Yang knew that he had underestimated Wen Qing's family background, and this time his perception was refreshed to a new level.

A series of brisk footsteps approached, Wen Qing came over with two glasses of red wine and handed one to Chen Yang.

"Let's get acquainted again, hello, neighbor. My last name is Shao, Shao Wenqing." Wenqing raised his glass, "Shao means appeal, with an ear."

Chen Yang was stunned. His surname was not Wen. He clinked his wine glass with Wen Qing, and the fragrant wine swayed in an elegant arc in the glass.

"But my last name," Wen Qing paused and said with a smile, "is usually only used in specific occasions. It doesn't matter at other times."

Chen Yang didn't ask any more questions: "You want to borrow salt from me..."

"I was cooking breakfast and forgot to buy salt," Wen Qing took a sip of red wine, "Moving to a new house is troublesome, there are too many things to do, and I haven't finished packing yet."

"Woof!" A barking sound came from the balcony, and a big black dog bared its teeth at Chen Yang through the glass door in a warning protest.

"Nini, I told you, those who can enter our house are my friends. It's very rude of you to do that." Wen Qing made a gesture, and the black dog lay down on the ground.

Chen Yang was curious about what he saw and planned to go back to train 03. In order to distract himself from missing Chao Jian, he would try anything.

"A girl?" Chen Yang asked casually.

"Yes, a five-year-old little sister." Wen Qing put the wine glass on the table, "Where's yours?"

"It's a small one, just over a year old." Chen Yang had just finished speaking when Wen Qing said enthusiastically, "Bring it over to play with us."

Chen Yang felt that the dog named Nini looked at him as if he was a love rival. He was silent for a moment: "...Next time."

Wen Qing was still the same as before, with a strong desire to perform and ready to put on a show at any time. He pulled Chen Yang to the kitchen and said he would treat him to breakfast.

Chen Yang thought Wen Qing was just performing, he didn't expect him to be serious, and... The breakfast ingredients were very rich, it didn't seem like the amount for one person.

"Do you usually cook for yourself?" Wen Qing straightened his messy bangs.

Chen Yang nodded.

"Then let's compete?" Wen Qing's eyes lit up.

Chen Yang twitched his lips. This direction was very confusing. He waved his hand: "I am not in good condition now, which affects my performance."

"Then when is it okay?" Wen Qing said patiently, "You tell me a time."

Chen Yang said: "Wait for my partner to come back."

"What? You have a partner?" Wen Qing looked as if he had just eaten something rotten. "You cheated on Chao Jian?!"

Chen Yang looked at him quietly and didn't respond to his request.

Wen Qing muttered unsatisfactorily: "It's more fun to be a dog."

"You guys are living together." Wen Qing shrugged. "When are you getting married?" He cleared his throat and offered himself seriously. "I'll be your MC."

Chen Yang: “…”

Wen Qing toasted some toast for Chen Yang and spread a lot of ketchup on it.

Chen Yang hadn't slept all night and was still very excited. He sat at the table and browsed his mobile phone. His fingertips stayed on Chao Jian's number for a long time, forming a small circle of sweaty watermarks.

When the message alert sounded, Chen Yang's fingers trembled and he quickly clicked it.

It wasn't Chao Jian. It was the emotional consulting agency from yesterday.

Chen Yang threw his phone away, feeling depressed and wanting to laugh. Chao Jian left yesterday and only one day had passed, but he already felt like living a year.

What should I do tomorrow? What should I do the day after tomorrow? What should I do the day after tomorrow

Chen Yang felt that his anxiety was reasonable. Who could bear to break up just after they started dating? He sighed deeply, and there was still suffering.

If I had known, I would have kissed Jian a few more times before leaving. At worst, I could just kiss her and wash her face. Or I could just kiss her in cold water.

Chen Yang stopped biting the toast. What about pouring cold water on it? Is that also possible

But thermal expansion and contraction would be more difficult to carry out... right? Chen Yang didn't quite understand, but he didn't want to learn from watching movies, he wanted to explore and experience it himself.

"What am I thinking about so early in the morning?" Chen Yang muttered with a red face. Is this considered finding joy in misery? He raised his head and looked around, his eyes fell on one place.

It was a photo frame. There were two children in the photo. The older one was a girl, about eleven or twelve years old. She was holding the hand of a little boy, about four or five years old.

Chen Yang recognized the little boy's identity by the birthmark on his forehead.

The young man on the balcony came in after finishing his phone call. He found Chen Yang looking at the photo frame and introduced her generously: "My sister."

Chen Yang did not see any trace of literary youth in the girl in the photo; her features were not similar.

"She's not my biological daughter." Wen Qing understood, "She's the child of my adoptive parents."