Chen Yang was stunned: "What, what do you mean?"
"Literally." Jin Xiaochang said, "He created you out of his memories."
Chen Yang felt the pain of lingchi.
"That's a conscious split disorder, because he wants to die but doesn't dare to. It's not because he's afraid of pain, but because he hasn't given up deep down in his heart. He longs for you to grab his hand and save him, so that personality appears." Jin Xiaochang's straightforward tone was filled with broken blades, all stabbing at Chen Yang, "He turned himself into you, daydreaming."
The phone fell from Chen Yang's fingers to the ground. He bent down to pick it up, his hunched back trembling slightly.
A hand with slender fingers reached out, took away the phone that Chen Yang couldn't pick up, and said, "Have you ever seen him imitate you?"
Chen Yang lowered his head and shook it slightly.
Jin Xiaochang said: "After he relapsed, several cured personalities began to emerge again. He must have imitated you, imitating your demeanor and tone of voice."
Chen Yang pressed the corners of his eyes and pulled the corners of his mouth. That might have been after he fell asleep.
After all, he had been able to easily fall into a deep sleep since the second half of the year, and he didn't even react when bitten.
"Mental illness requires a long treatment period. For patients, the night is endless." Jin Xiaochang said, "Even though he relied on the company of 'you' to escape the brink of death and regain the will to live, his condition is still very bad. After knowing your whereabouts, he became even more crazy to an unprecedented degree. He killed that personality without hesitation and hated the other's existence. He thought it was an insult to you."
Chen Yang's breathing trembled.
"After killing the salvation he created, he asked me to lock him up and not open the door no matter what, but he knelt down and kowtowed to beg me to let him out..." Jin Xiao said slowly, "I still remember him tying his hands one second, and then biting the leather rope on his wrists with his teeth the next, crying and shouting in despair that he wanted to return to China and find you. This is what a patient with multiple personality disorder is like. He himself doesn't know what he will do next."
Chen Yang's mind was buzzing: "Why can't I come back?"
"What do you think would happen if a madman who both loves and hates you saw you unconscious?" Jin Xiaochang asked back.
Chen Yang gritted his teeth. Yes, he was in a coma for more than two years in the rehabilitation hospital before he woke up. After that, he recovered numbly and mechanically for more than half a year and was discharged from the hospital in March this year.
"Until last year, an opportunity came up. He took the risk of taking a new drug and fell into a deep sleep." Jin Xiao swiped the screen of his phone a few times and pulled up a lab report for Chen Yang to see. "After waking up, he successfully controlled his emotions and stabilized his condition, but his memory entered a stagnation period. He didn't remember you, and he returned to China entirely out of obsession."
Chen Yang raised his eyelids hastily and then lowered his head. There was a drop of liquid on the ground in front of him. One drop, two drops, more and more, condensing into a small pool of water. No wonder...
No wonder he felt Chao Jian's voice was unnatural when he heard it for the first time, and he even wondered if he hadn't spoken for a long time.
Chen Yang murmured, "It turns out that during the period from the first mission to the second mission, his emotional transformation towards me was a period of memory lag."
So when Chao Jian bound his identity number to me on the street to enter the mission world, it was an instinctive reaction when he didn’t remember me. He thought he was implicated by me... Chen Yang laughed with tears in his eyes.
"Does that medicine have any side effects?" Chen Yang asked hoarsely.
Jin Xiaochang put the phone back into his pocket: "Of course, if he had worse luck, the grass on his grave would have grown to your waist."
"He wants to use that medicine again this time, that lunatic," Jin Xiao looked down at Chen Yang who was crying silently, "You should be thankful that his body has formed antibodies and can't use it, otherwise he would be waiting for you to sign for it in the morgue now."
Chen Yang raised his head and tears fell: "Is it because of me that he can't walk with his left leg? I am the brother in his fantasy. He and I used to..."
Jin Xiaochang interrupted, "Regarding your affairs, I only learned a little from him during the treatment of him, and I was not involved."
Chen Yang stopped talking.
"You've been curious about his condition since you came here. Now I've told you everything." Jin Xiao stroked his messy curly hair. "He has spent every day chanting your name since he returned to Germany. He has tried his best."
Chen Yang covered his face with both hands and bent his back deeply.
"When you see him again, it will be the time when he makes the drugs work on him again." Jin Xiaochang said, "This batch of drugs is different from the last batch. The sequelae are more serious. People will become demented."
Chen Yang raised his face from his palms: "Stupid? You are lying to me..."
"What? You can't accept it?" A hint of mockery appeared on Jin Xiaochang's lips. "You wanted him to get treatment, and he did, but his emotions were too controlled by the drugs, and he became a fool. Do you think he's worse than when he was sick?"
"I won't. I don't think that way." Chen Yang didn't try to figure out whether Jin Xiaochang was setting him up on purpose. He rubbed his face and stood up. "I want to treat Chao Jian, and I also hope that he won't suffer so much."
Jin Xiao stared at Chen Yang with his blue-green eyes. After a while, he turned his head to look at the row of vibrant camphor trees in the distance: "So, next..."
"Good luck to you." Jin Xiaochang's words were full of blessings, but he neither patted Chen Yang's shoulder nor touched his hair. He just stretched out his hand to him, solemnly, politely and sharply.
Chen Yang subconsciously shook hands with Jin Xiaochang.
"Only if you are lucky can he have good luck." Jin Xiaochang withdrew his hand and walked away, his steps lazy and sluggish, like an ancient beast that hadn't had a good night's sleep for eight hundred years.
Chen Yang stood there for a long time before sitting back down beside the flower bed. His feet rubbed the ground mechanically for a moment, and a suppressed choking sound came from deep in his throat.
Sister, you must bless your brother.
Before the sun set, the college entrance examination paper only for Jiang Wei was printed out, which fully demonstrated that unity is strength.
"What should we do now?" Wu Lingling screamed in panic, as if someone had a knife to her neck. "Normally, the college entrance examination would take two days. This won't work. It's too late."
"Let's take the exam first." Bai Tang said, "Let's find an exam room and sit in it to see if Jiang Weichu will show up." He turned his head unconsciously and asked Chen Yang, "Mr. Chen, which exam room should we choose?"
Chen Yang looked very bad. He lowered his eyes to look at his shoes. The corners of his eyes were red and swollen. It was obvious that he had been crying for a long time and was very sad.
Bai Tang was stunned for a long time before looking away: "Why not just choose 301? What do you think?"
"301 is fine, that's Jiang Wei's class, it can be considered a beginning and an end in a sense, oh no, it's like returning to one's roots, well, that doesn't seem quite appropriate, oh, it doesn't matter, just go in." Wen Qing clenched his fist and made a gesture of encouragement, "Go!"
Just as the atmosphere was being livened up by the literary youth, Zeng Jin said weakly, "I remember that the first day of the college entrance examination was the morning for the Chinese language test. Now it's almost evening, the time is wrong."
"Don't worry about that." Bai Tang frowned.
Wen Qing hummed twice, and then sighed to Zeng Jin: "Student Zeng, didn't you play house when you were a kid? Playing house means that this time I'm the father and you're the son, and the next time... I'm the father and you're the son. They're all fake. Who would play it seriously with you?"
Zeng Jin: “…” Can’t you use another metaphor
"The so-called college entrance examination is just a dream for Jiang Wei. When he sits in the examination room, the exam will start." Chen Yang said hoarsely, "Let's go to 301."
The young man who ordered at the back came to Jin Xiaochang. He didn't ask what kind of firewood he added to the frog, or how many pieces he added. He just said, "Brother Yang's eyes were almond eyes, and this time they really turned into almonds. They were soaked before."
Jin Xiaochang leaned against the wall, his eyelids half closed sleepily.
"I've never seen him cry." Wen Qing chewed gum, his mouth full of the fragrance of strawberries. "When the time comes, do it. Tsk tsk, you are such a cold-blooded old brother. You have achieved your goal now, and you are ready to retire. How about I sing you an exit song?"
"Qingqing, be quiet." Jin Xiao didn't open his eyes and pinched Wen Qing's mouth accurately.
Wen Qing had a big bubble wiping out of his mouth. He was so angry that he was about to die.
Soon, nine people appeared at the empty door of 301.
"How will the invigilators be arranged?" Yang Xue asked an important question. "Usually there are two or three, but there are only so many of us, so one should be enough."
"Then there will be only one teacher, who will be the teacher?" Bai Tang looked at his teammates inquiringly.
The atmosphere in the team is a little subtle.
"Can I? I want to be one." Qian Han suddenly raised one hand, and then he raised the other hand. "I have ADHD. I'm fine in class, but when it comes to exams, it's like there's a nail under my butt. I have to move around a lot, and I can't last more than half an hour."
Wu Lingling, who also wanted to be an invigilator, asked, "How did you survive the final exam in the first year of high school?"
Qian Han was stunned: "Ah?" He scratched his face, "Yes..."
Chen Yang glanced at Qian Han who was in a strange situation and reminded him: "The invigilator must not make a big noise to affect Jiang Wei's paper. He still needs to be careful."
When Wu Lingling heard what Chen Yang said, she immediately withdrew from the competition for the invigilator position.
No one else wanted to compete.
So the job of invigilator fell to Qian Han, who smiled happily: "I can do it. I can do it. Being a teacher is much better than being a student. I can walk around the class and the corridor. I don't have to sit all the time. I really can't sit still."
His arm was suddenly grasped by his brother. Qian Han turned to look at him in pain, his childish face full of innocence and confusion.
Qian Qin loosened his grip and held his hand.
"That's it, Qian Han is the teacher, and we are the examinees. We will sit separately, one double table for each person." Chen Yang took a deep breath, "I still have to remind you, this is the last minute, no accidents can happen. The moment we enter the classroom, it's best to think of ourselves as college entrance examination examinees and keep up with the state of mind."
"No problem." Bai Tang responded.
Wu Lingling thought of something and asked hurriedly: "When will the exam for that course be completed?"
"Look at Jiang Wei. When he hands in his paper, the exam is over." Chen Yang wiped his pale face, "Let's go in."
"Wait," Wen Qing suddenly stopped everyone who were about to go into the classroom, "Wait, wait, wait!"
"There is a step that has not been done yet." Wen Qing stretched out his hand and then turned the back of his hand upwards.
Seeing what he was going to do, Yang Xue couldn't help but say, "So second-rate..."
"Sister, you are wrong. This is called a sense of ceremony, okay? Yes!" Wen Qing said seriously, "It is so memorable to take the college entrance examination for the second time in my life." Then he pouted at the handsome mixed-race guy next to him, "Old Jin."
Jin Xiaochang opened his eyes and put his hand on it.
Wen Qing shouted again: "A Yang!"
Chen Yang put his hand on the back of Jin Xiao's hand, followed by Bai Tang, Zeng Jin, Qian Han holding his brother, and finally the two girls.
Everyone put their hands together and said, "Come on, come on, come on!"
Among the nine people, three had their lips closed. One was Jin Xiaochang, who was from a different generation than everyone else, one was Chen Yang, who had a wound in his heart and was in terrible pain, and the other was Qian Qin, who had not spoken for a while.
After Qian Han handed out the papers, he walked to the classroom door and read what Chen Yang had written on his draft paper: "There are still two minutes left. Those who haven't entered the examination room yet should hurry up!"
Ten or twenty seconds later, a gust of cold wind blew into the classroom.
The protagonist is here.
Jiang Wei was wearing a clean black and white school uniform, holding a light blue pencil case in his hand, with neat black hair against his slender neck and fair forehead. He walked in a straight and steady posture, with a pair of black-framed glasses on his tall nose. He looked gentle and strict, just like a top student on campus, with a glow on him. But that was not the light of the sun.
Chen Yang's bloodshot eyes widened slightly. Jiang Wei and his deskmate Jiang Zhi had exactly the same face, but he could tell the difference between them at a glance. They were so different.
After seeing Jiang Wei in person, Chen Yang realized that Jiang Zhi was pretending to be his brother. He looked very similar and yet not similar, because the world in the eyes of these twins was exactly opposite, one was sunny and the other was cloudy and rainy.
There is a deep and unremovable gloom in the bones of my brother Jiang Wei. Under that gloom lies an abyss of bones.
After Jiang Wei sat down, the only sound in the classroom was the rustling of pen tips against paper.
The candidates worked on their papers seriously and the teacher supervised them attentively. Everything was in a tense yet peaceful atmosphere until the teacher moved his chair.
The air flow in the classroom froze instantly.
Qian Han sat on the chair in a daze. Am I going to die? He looked for his brother helplessly. When he found him, he found that his brother was looking at him. He didn't know how long he had been looking at him.
Brother, what should I do? I didn’t mean to do that, I didn’t realize it! Qian Han shouted silently.
Qian Qin stared at his brother without blinking. There was not a single word on his paper.
Chen Yang's eyes swept over the Qian brothers, then looked at Jiang Wei, who was still writing on the paper with his head down, as if he was not disturbed.
Qian Han on the podium breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay, I'm fine."
When Jiang Wei put down his pen, he disappeared, which meant that the Chinese test was over.
Everyone stood up and stretched their hands and feet.
Qian Han collected all the papers and put them on the podium. Yang Xue came over to look at Jiang Wei's paper.
"How is it?" Qian Han also came over, with a curious expression on his face.
"The answer format is perfect, and the paper is perfect." Yang Xue praised from the bottom of her heart, "The handwriting is also very good, neat and bony."
"Full marks." said Yang Xue, who set the question.
Qian Han exclaimed, "Ah!" and said blankly, "Everyone has their own destiny..." He looked at his brother with emotion, "Isn't that right, brother?"
Qian Qin pulled him out of the classroom.
After a while, Jiang Wei appeared in the corridor again, and the second math class began.
Wu Lingling and Zeng Jin, who had been worried about not having enough time, were relieved.
The same pace was followed by the liberal arts and foreign language exams, and all four subjects were quickly completed. The moment Jiang Wei walked out of the exam room for the last time, time jumped to the next morning.
The wind is gentle, the sunshine is gentle, the students are standing at the bottom of the stairs, talking and laughing, and the head teacher has not come yet.
Chen Yang wanted to take the opportunity to investigate the poisoning incident to see if there were any other tricks involved, but his condition was not ideal and he did not have the energy to investigate the cafeteria and the principal's office.
"Look at how conflicted you are," Wen Qing said compassionately, "Okay, okay, I'll run the trip for you."
"Be careful." Chen Yang reacted and shouted to Wen Qing who had already run far away. The next moment, he saw the other party returning the same way and dragging away the napping Jin Xiaochang.
Chen Yang squatted down to pick up leaves, and a bright red color appeared in his field of vision.
Bai Tang handed him the most beautiful leaves around.
Chen Yang took it and put it together with the one in his hand and continued picking up.
"Mr. Chen, although I don't know why you are so sad," Bai Tang's eyebrows were as cold as snow, but the words that flowed from his lips were warm, "but I know through the mission that you are strong and flexible, with clear goals, and you don't waver or hesitate. You are me..." He lowered his eyes slightly, "the second person I envy."
Chen Yang paused in picking up the leaves.
"The first one is Xiangdong. I envy him for being able to live freely," Bai Tang said.
Chen Yang flicked a pile of leaves and said casually, "Then what do you envy me for?"
Bai Tang smiled: "There is a road in your heart, there is a road under your feet, there is a light ahead to illuminate you, and you will move forward."
He was answered by a series of gentle music.
Chen Yang blew the leaves towards the sun. A golden halo poured down from the top of his head and penetrated into his torn heart, warming his whole body.
"What song is this?" Bai Tang's peach blossom eyes sparkled.
Chen Yang's mind went blank for a moment, and he said unconsciously: "It seems to be called... Chaoyang."
After a while, Wen Qing came back and told Chen Yang that neither the cafeteria nor the principal's office found anything.
This result surprised Chen Yang. Was he overthinking it? Was the poisoning incident just as it was originally found out? Was there any truth that he hadn't discovered? Was his perception of Jiang Wei also an illusion
"Why haven't you lined up yet?" The head teacher's voice came from the left rear.
Chen Yang stood up and looked. The head teacher was wearing the blue jacket he wore at the beginning of the mission for the third time. His buttons were neatly buttoned, his sparse hair was carefully combed, and he had a round beer belly.