Chen Yang hung up the phone.
Xiangdong spat out the chicken bone: "Can cats make phone calls?"
Chen Yang was thinking about the character of the child at home: "What?"
"Little wild cat, I'm calling you, right?" Xiangdong covered half of his face pretentiously, "You're making my teeth hurt."
Chen Yang looked at his movements and said, "You have been infected by the literary youth."
Xiangdong: “…”
The hand that covered his face trembled a little: "Fuck, don't mention that bastard to me!"
Chen Yang said: "It's mainly because you brought up so many things yourself."
"Okay, stop changing the subject, it's useless." Xiangdong gnawed on another chicken wing, "The other person must have three heads and six arms or be a god who has descended to the mortal world. If he controls you like this, you should just indulge him. The way he controls me makes me..."
Chen Yang continued: "Your tooth hurts again?"
Xiangdong choked and coughed, and it seemed that he could not eat the chicken wing anymore, so he threw the remaining half into the plate.
"That voice is a man's. You told me you are not my kind. You are kidding me."
Chen Yang said calmly: "It's a boy, yes, he is my brother."
"You only have one sister, die early..."
Xiangdong saw that the look on the other side had changed, and he was about to get angry as if his reverse scale had been scratched. He changed the subject: "Where did you get your brother? Did you give birth to yourself?"
Chen Yang took a breath and said, "He really is my brother. Believe it or not."
As he said this he was about to leave.
Xiangdong raised his legs and said, "Try walking one step at a time."
Chen Yang's face suddenly turned cold.
Xiangdong wiped the oil off his hands, pushed the chair and stood up. He was over 1.8 meters tall, with muscles all over his body, and he looked very imposing. "I just said this and you gave me a cold shoulder. Chen Yang, you are capable."
Chen Yang smiled wryly: "I still have a lot of things to buy, I'm in a hurry."
"Okay, I'm not unreasonable." Xiangdong took out his cell phone and said, "Give me the number."
Before Chen Yang opened his mouth, Xiang Dong said, "I know you're like this. I wasn't asked for your phone number when I was in school. I have more than you do. I know all the tricks to get rid of people. I'm your senior. If you dare to play tricks on me, I will be unreasonable."
Even when threatening, he still remains narcissistic.
Whispers drifted from KFC.
There were no strange looks in their eyes, only some who were delighted by the handsome guy's smile, and some who were curious about the excitement.
The waiter kept looking sideways when delivering the food, fearing that the two would fight in the store.
No one would have thought that this was a story about a dog wanting to eat cabbage but the cabbage didn't want to be bitten by it.
Xiangdong's words and actions have a strong straight masculine vibe. He doesn't talk about his sexual orientation, so others can't tell that he is gay.
But he just loves to stir up trouble.
"Report it, baby, 13 what? Or 18 what?"
KFC people: “…”
baby
Gay? Not at all.
Chen Yang picked up a few shopping bags with goose bumps. Just as he was about to speak, a figure ran down from the second floor of the KFC in a commotion and pounced on Xiangdong at lightning speed.
"What?"
Xiangdong pulled the person off his back.
The little beauty pouted and said, "Honey, it's me. Why are you pushing me? I'll punch you with my fist."
Xiangdong has a lot of romantic debts, some of which I can’t remember clearly, but…
He looked up and down, it was too pretentious and weird, he wouldn't eat this, right
"Tell me, who are you and what do you want to do?" Xiangdong pinched the beauty's delicate neck.
The androgynous face of the beauty was full of coquettishness: "I am your baby, I wanted you to buy me some chicken, but I forgot to buy it."
KFC people: “…”
Xiangdong: “…”
"What the hell!"
Xiangdong was so disgusted that he wanted to vomit the chicken wings. He threw the person aside roughly and said, "You crying monster, please take a taxi to Changning Mental Hospital quickly and get treatment if you are sick."
"Oh my god." The little beauty covered her face, "You bastard, why are you like this?"
"I haven't even settled accounts with you yet and you're already being mean to me and calling me a whimper. I heard you calling someone else 'babe' just now. What are you trying to do? If you don't explain this to me, I... I... I'm not going to live with you anymore."
I turned my head suddenly to the east, but there was no Chen Dabaicai on the opposite side.
Damn it!
Chen Yang took the bus to buy a pot somewhere else. The phone in his pocket rang again. It was his partner at home. Did he have a pet
Still not weaned.
Chen Yang replied a few words and put the phone back. He held the handrail and thought about what happened in KFC. That person was helping him create an opportunity to leave.
Next time I see you, I'll say thank you.
Suddenly noticing a gaze coming from the back row, Chen Yang looked in that direction and saw a strange middle-aged man.
It’s hard to tell what that look is.
Chen Yang found that he couldn't ignore it. He kept saying "make way" and walked from the front to the back: "Uncle, do you know me?"
The uncle didn't say anything or shake his head, he just tilted his neck to look at him without moving his eyes.
Chen Yang’s first reaction was that he had entered the mission world.
The mission location is on the bus and the target is this uncle.
The entire thinking model is a complete set, and there is no stuck at any time. It is formed naturally in the mind.
Just when Chen Yang was about to take out his phone to check the signal, a voice reminder of the bus arrival sounded.
"The next stop is Xifu Station. Passengers who wish to get off please go to the back door..."
Not long after, the bus slowly stopped at Xifu Station. A group of people got off and another group got on.
The air outside the car ran into the car, and the air inside the car ran out of the car, and the two collided.
The streets are full of traffic and noise.
Familiar conversation, familiar atmosphere. Chen Yang put down the hand that was holding the handrail and wiped the sweat from his palm on his pants.
This is not a mission, this is the real world.
Chen Yang felt that he was suffering from a bit of neurasthenia. If he continued like this, he would have to go to a mental hospital sooner or later.
As soon as he put on a helpless expression, his face froze.
That uncle is still looking at him!
The bus was very old, and it moved slowly, making a rumbling sound. The people inside were jolted along by it, and silent complaints and dissatisfaction spread throughout the bus.
Chen Yang had two stops left before getting off. He lowered his head and looked into those dim eyes. He wanted to smile politely, but the corners of his mouth couldn't move.
The person next to the uncle stood up. Chen Yang moved aside to let the other person go to the back door, and he sat in that seat.
The uncle's neck turned with him.
Chen Yang put the shopping bag at his feet and put his hands in his coat pockets: "Uncle, which station do you want to get off at?"
The uncle still didn't say anything, just looked at him.
Chen Yang looked at the uncle. He was dressed in ordinary but not sloppy clothes. He had a lot of beard on his face, which was surrounded by a circle, so his real face could not be seen clearly.
The fingernails on my legs were very long and I don’t know how long it has been since they were trimmed.
While Chen Yang was looking around, the uncle kept looking at him blankly.
"Uncle, you..."
There was a scream from the front: "Big Brother, why are you driving in the car alone again?"
"Oh my god, your daughter must be worried to death!"
An old lady who got on the bus from Xifu Station bumped into people in the aisle and squeezed to the back seat, carrying a lot of bags in her hands.
Chen Yang stood up and offered his seat: "Auntie, you belong to uncle..."
"Thank you, young man."
The old lady sat down and said, "I don't know him. I just ran into this guy on the bus last time. He didn't know anything when I asked him. I thought he was sick or something!"
Chen Yang said: "Alzheimer's disease?"
"Yes, that's it!"
The old lady clapped her hands on her thighs and said, "Last time, the driver and I took this guy to the police station, and I saw his daughter there."
"He doesn't remember anything. He won't stay at home and will run outside. He insists on taking the bus. He started like this three or four years ago. I don't know where he wants to go, or if he's missing a place he can't even remember. I heard this from his daughter."
"I'm not even 70 yet and I've got this disease. I suffer, and my family suffers too. Sigh."
When Chen Yang heard his aunt mention three or four years ago, he couldn't help but be stunned. At that time, his sister died and he was seriously injured and hospitalized.
wrong!
How did he get injured
I can't remember.
Chen Yang's throat tightened. Why had he never paid attention to this matter
As for his sister, he seemed to only know that she died and he failed to save her in time. That was the only concept he had, and he did not recall the situation at that time.
It's as if all the details were automatically blocked.
I remember all the traces of life very clearly, as if it happened just yesterday.
Selective amnesia
This symptom does exist and has medical basis. The human body has a defense system. When some people are subjected to major stimulation, they will instinctively choose to forget some people and things.
It fits his experience better.
When Chao Jian asked him about the scar behind his left ear, he couldn't answer and comforted himself that it shouldn't be important, otherwise he wouldn't have forgotten it.
Now it seems that the scar was caused by that injury, and I have forgotten it all.
He is just an ordinary person and will choose to escape from reality at some point.
Just forget it, people need to move on.
Chen Yang's consciousness gradually recovered. The selective amnesia was different in nature from Li Yue's case. The former had nothing to do with urban anomalies, while the latter was an outlier among the taskers.
Why not take this opportunity to go to the Ninth Rehabilitation Hospital
This train's final stop is.
Chen Yang gestured to the auntie who was browsing her phone to look at the uncle: "Why is he staring at me?"
The aunt was looking at the chat history of the WeChat group: "I don't know about this, maybe we just get along well."
Chen Yang looked at the uncle and said, "You don't even talk to me."
"He did speak last time," the aunt looked at him but couldn't figure out what he was doing. "It's possible that his condition has worsened. He changes every moment."
Chen Yang stretched out his hand and waved it in front of the uncle.
The uncle blinked reflexively without moving his eyes away.
It was like nailing him.
"Big Brother? Big Brother!" The old lady called out several times but got no response. She looked between Chen Yang and Big Brother and said, "Young man, I think it's better for you to send him to the police station."
Chen Yang: “…”
So Chen Yang sent the uncle to the police station, accompanied by the aunt and the driver.
Chen Yang didn't go in, he was watching from the bottom of the stairs.
The uncle was brought in, with his neck twisted back the whole time, as if he was persistently looking for something or someone. When he found Chen Yang, he looked at him the same way as he did in the car.
But his eyes were blank.
Just like what the aunt said, I don’t even know what I’m looking for.
At around five o'clock, Chen Yang appeared at the gate of the No. 9 Rehabilitation Hospital, waiting for Zhang Qi to come out to pick him up.
It seems like I missed something. Never mind, I’ll talk about it later.
Zhang Qi came quickly, looking very tall in his newly issued black uniform. He patted Chen Yang on the shoulder and asked why he was here today since they had just met yesterday.
Chen Yang said he felt a little unwell and came over to take a look.
Zhang Qi's brows were knotted: "Wasn't everything fine yesterday?"
"I don't know." Chen Yang sighed, "I can't explain it, but my back and waist ache, and I feel weak all over."
Zhang Qi asked suspiciously, "Brother, why do I feel like you've been lying down too much?"
Chen Yang twitched his lips.
After making an appointment, Zhang Qi took Chen Yang to the door of an office and called out politely, "Doctor Sun, my brother Chen Yang is here."
A cool voice came from inside: "Come in."
Chen Yang knocked on the door and went in confused.
The office is filled with a strong obsessive-compulsive style, with cold and standardized atmosphere that makes people feel restrained.
Sitting at the desk was a well-mannered man in his thirties, wearing a pair of rimless glasses on his nose, a neatly dressed white coat, a blue shirt with a striped tie underneath, a stethoscope around his neck, and an elegant demeanor.
Sun Wenjun, the person who replaced Li Yue in Chen Yang's memory.
Chen Yang was constantly struck by strange feelings, a storm was brewing in his mind, and he did not move for a long time.
Sun Wenjun looked up from his computer: "Xiao Yangyang, did you bring your medical records?"
What is Xiao Yangyang called? Chen Yang's expression control almost collapsed, and he cleared his throat: "I forgot."
The medical records were in the drawer of his bedside table.
The person who signed above is not Li Yue, but Sun Wenjun.
"It's okay. If you didn't bring it, then don't bring it. It doesn't matter. Just sit down first." Sun Wenjun clicked the mouse, with a smile on his handsome face. "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Chen Yang sat opposite the man: "Chest tightness."
"Well, where else?"
Chen Yang pretended to think hard: "I can't describe anything else."
"Come closer."
Sun Wenjun turned his chair, picked up the stethoscope and moved closer. He found Chen Yang sitting still. A strange look appeared in his eyes behind the lenses, and he said with a hint of ridicule: "Xiao Yangyang, it's only been two days since you were discharged from the hospital. How come you don't even recognize me?"
Chen Yang's heart tightened, but he smiled and said, "How could that be? I was just afraid that something might happen to my body, so I was suspicious and very nervous."
"You had a full body check before you left. I personally supervised it. As far as rehabilitation is concerned, you were very successful. Don't be nervous. Relax. Zip down your coat. Yes, just like that. Put your hands down. Don't block them. I want to listen to your heart and lungs."
Next, Chen Yang found an excuse to talk to Sun Wenjun about his more than three years of treatment, observing calmly.
From treatment to awakening, and then to recovery, this man was very clear and fit the identity of an attending physician.
There was nothing unreasonable or abnormal.
Chen Yang was in very good health, so Sun Wenjun naturally couldn't find anything during the examination.
"Don't rush to find a job," Sun Wenjun said. "Take your time and don't put too much pressure on yourself."
Chen Yang lowered his eyes: "Doctor Sun, I..."
Sun Wenjun paused with his hand holding the water cup in mid-air and said teasingly, "Didn't you always call me Brother Xiaowen?"
Chen Yang: “…”
"We became distant after I was discharged from the hospital." Sun Wenjun laughed before Chen Yang could answer. "You used to ask me to read a book to you, saying that I was the best doctor brother in the world."
Chen Yang was stunned.
This is not me, absolutely not.
Chen Yang sat there as if struck by lightning: "So have you read it?"
"If you don't read, you won't sleep." Sun Wenjun said helplessly, "It's only for a while, and then you will be able to sleep by yourself."
It seems to mean that I am relieved that you can sleep by yourself, and the child has grown up.
Chen Yang was speechless.
The man took off his frameless glasses. His pupils were not pure black, but a little light gray. "Xiao Yangyang, you give me a different feeling than before you were discharged from the hospital. You are nervous, cramped, unfamiliar, defensive, and absent-minded. Tell me what happened when you got home?"
Chen Yang was shocked at how sharp this person was. He hesitated and said, "Nothing happened. I just have a book..."
"The Relationship between Consciousness and the World in Quantum Theory." Sun Wenjun wiped his glasses slowly. "You're talking about this book, right? Your lifeblood. What's wrong? Is it because of this book that you lost it or it got dirty? Is it making you so out of shape?"
Chen Yang shook his head: "It's not lost or dirty."
“That means there are things I don’t understand.”
Sun Wenjun leaned forward, his elbows on the table, his tone and eyes were gentle: "Send it to me when you get back, I'll explain it to you. Remember to send it to me, okay?"
Chen Yang couldn't keep up with this development.
The conversation ended with Sun Wenjun undergoing surgery.
Chen Yang sat in the chair in a daze.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Qi poked his head in and said, "Brother, are you alright?"
Chen Yang rubbed his face: "It's okay."
"That's just idleness, idleness disease." Zhang Qi patted him heartily and laughed a few times, then looked around the office, "Where's Doctor Sun, is he busy?"
"Um."
Chen Yang remembered that his caregiver was called Ajiu. He was tall and big, worked calmly, spoke little, and was always silent.
He asked Zhang Qi, and as expected, Ajiu was not there.
Zhang Qi said that his caregiver is a man named Wang Gui, who is currently taking care of an old man in the ward on the seventh floor and has taken him to see the doctor.
Wang Gui was very enthusiastic towards Chen Yang. As soon as he saw him, he grabbed his hand and kept asking him why he came to the hospital, whether he was better now, and whether he had any sequelae or complications.
Chen Yang felt the same way about him as Sun Wenjun did, very unfamiliar.
Li Yue doesn't exist, and Ajiu doesn't exist either.
Of the three people who have been closely related to him over the past three years, two were replaced by others with just one click.
His relationship with them has not completely changed, some parts are the same as before, and some parts are not.
Zhang Qi, who has not changed at all, has become an outlier.
Chen Yang followed Zhang Qi downstairs, and when he walked through the corridor, he looked in one direction.
Zhang Qi stopped talking and asked, "What's wrong?"
Chen Yang pointed to him and said, "I remember there is an elevator there."
"No." said Zhang Qi.
Chen Yang was a little uncertain: "No?"
Zhang Qi raised his thick black eyebrows: "How could I remember it wrong?"
Chen Yang scratched his head, still looking over there.
"etc!"
A young nurse ran over breathlessly and handed Chen Yang something: "Sir, I found this when I was tidying up Ward 401. I wanted to ask Brother Zhang to give it to you, but I forgot about it these past two days."
Chen Yang looked at the thing and found it was a diary.
He suppressed his emotions and took it, saying gratefully, "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
The young nurse said, "The cover is so old, it must be very important. Sir, don't forget it next time. Otherwise, it will be difficult to find it back if you lose it, and you will regret it later."
Chen Yang said, "You're right. I'll keep it well."
The young nurse smiled at him.
When he reached the stairs, Chen Yang turned around and saw the little nurse still smiling at him, with the curve of her lips not changing.
Zhang Qi didn't seem to want to pry into other people's privacy, and he didn't mention a word about Chen Yang's diary.
Chen Yang took the initiative to chat: "Brother Qi, do you remember my diary?"
"I've never seen you take it." Zhang Qi put his arm around his shoulders and said jokingly, "You guys also write a diary. It must be full of painful youth. I understand."
Chen Yang: “…”
Didn’t they say that when he came in seriously injured, he was clutching that book in his hand? Then where did this diary come from
Chen Yang walked and turned the first page, which was blank.
He didn't turn it over again afterwards.
When Chen Yang was leaving the hospital, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother Qi, there's something I've always been curious about. Why are all the medical staff and patients in Area A here men, while Area C is full of women?"
Zhang Qi was very confused by his question: "Isn't that it?"
Chen Yang was speechless. It had indeed always been like this. No one in Qingcheng said it was unreasonable. No one on the Internet discussed this comprehensive hospital that had both a rehabilitation center and a medical clinic.
It exists so unreasonably, no different from a specialty food or tourist attraction in Qingcheng.
Speaking of scenic spots, Chen Yang remembered the magazine at the train station. The three bridges in it were different from those in the real world. There was an extra place. He took a photo of it, but he couldn't find it when he came out.
When Chen Yang was about to reach the east gate of Area A, he turned around and looked back.
This hospital covers a large area.
Chen Yang had been lying in the ward for more than two years and recovering for more than half a year. He had not been to many places in Area A.
"Why is there no B area here?"
Zhang Qi was puzzled again and wondered what was wrong with his brother. Why did he ask questions one after another that even a three-year-old child in Qingcheng wouldn't ask
"If it doesn't exist, then it doesn't exist. No matter how it is constructed, it has nothing to do with us."
Chen Yang said goodbye to Zhang Qi and went to the platform alone in the dim sky.
Strange.
It's all wrong.
Even the fact that Sanlianqiao was half commercial housing and half bungalow seemed strange to Chen Yang when he thought about it carefully.
Perhaps it was because all his confusions were unresolved and kept piling up, and now he felt something was wrong with everything he saw.
It all started when I returned from the mission world.
Chen Yang stopped walking and felt a numbness spreading from the back of his head to his back.
If he hadn't entered the mission world, would Li Yue and Ajiu still be there
There is no way to verify it, he has already gone in.
He didn't have the final say at the beginning, and certainly not at the end.
Chen Yang continued to move forward, and stopped after a few steps. Li Yue’s situation was related to his identity number, and it involved the tasker’s task world.
Then why is Ajiu
Could it be that their lives were replaced by other people not because of what they did, but because of what he did
What can he do
There shouldn't be anything he can do, but everything that happened to him...
This direction is a bit creepy.
Chen Yang's breathing became rapid and disordered. He clenched the shopping bag in his hand, took several deep breaths with a pale face, and then changed his route to go to Changning Mental Hospital.
The diagnosis was that he was not crazy, he was very healthy, and he didn't even have neurasthenia.
Chen Yang went to two hospitals, but the results were negligible. He basically went around in circles, so he returned home in a daze.
There was no light in the room, the curtains on the balcony were drawn, it was very dark, and there was a rustling sound coming from the sofa.
It was the sound of granular medicine hitting each other in the bottle.
Chen Yang's hand holding the key trembled, and he remembered what he had missed.
He closed the door, quickly took off the shoes he had just brought back from outside, and went to turn on the light in his socks without changing into slippers.
The living room brightened up, but the temperature was still cold, with wind and snow.
Chen Yang carried the shopping bag to the coffee table: "I was busy and forgot the time."
The boy shook the medicine bottle.
Chen Yang smelled the dangerous aura on him and stepped back.
The boy lowered his eyes: "Before five o'clock."
Chen Yang explained seriously: "I really have something to do."
"Before five."
The boy repeated, monotonously and creepily.
Chen Yang frowned: "I didn't remember it. You could have called to remind me. Why didn't you..."
"Bang"
The medicine bottle was thrown onto the coffee table with great force, bouncing and hitting Chen Yang's instep. He angrily said, "Chao Jian, you!"
"Cellphone." The boy stretched out his hand.
Chen Yang glanced at his broad palm, stayed there for a few seconds, and then touched his pocket.
You don’t know until you touch it, you will find that your phone is turned off.
"… "
So I called, but it didn’t go through.
Chen Yang had a parental self-blaming mentality as if he had left his child at home and had gone out to play crazily and only came back now.
"Have you had dinner?" He tried to put the matter aside.
He raised Chao Jian's eyelids, and there was a cold and bloody look in his eyes.
Chen Yang's self-blame turned into fear. He couldn't provoke this person anymore. He made a cup of oatmeal and said, "You haven't had dinner yet. You should eat first. I'll go cook."
There was a gurgling sound behind him, and the medicine bottle was hit like a ball. The boy's voice was neither hot nor cold: "Did you go to the hospital?"
Chen Yang smelled the clothes but didn't smell anything. He briefly told them that he had gone to see a psychiatrist.
"Then?"
Chao Jian swung his cane and hit the medicine bottle against the wall, one after another: "Diagnosed with schizophrenia, or split personality? Or delusional disorder?"
Chen Yang: “…I’m very healthy.”
Chao Jian stopped destroying the medicine bottle and a gasp escaped from the depths of his throat. He smiled and said, "I see you are very disappointed with the diagnosis."
Chen Yang was unable to refute.
Chao Jian started to hit the medicine bottle again, breathing rough: "What I told you in the waiting room at the station, you will remember what you should remember."
Chen Yangxin said, I don’t want to check it either, but I just can’t control it.
The cohabitant in the real world is a partner in the mission world and also a patient with mental illness. The illness seems to have lasted for a long time and he cannot do without medication.
Chen Yang couldn't describe his mood. He cooked the noodles and went to take a shower.
There was mushroom and shredded pork noodles on the table, steaming hot and very fragrant.
The boy on the sofa was pouring out pills and eating them.
There was a shout coming from the bathroom, which sounded vague and warm amidst the sound of water.
"Eat the noodles quickly, or they will become mushy if left for a while!"
The boy's eyelids moved slightly, and he put the pill between his fingers back into the bottle. He walked to the table with crutches, looked at the bowl of noodles, sat down after a few moments, and put the noodles into his mouth without blowing on them.
Chen Yang took a long bath. When he came out, the boy had finished eating noodles and washed the dishes.
"I ran into Xiangdong this afternoon, when you called me."
Chen Yang wiped the water off his head: "He told me..."
"There's only a bowl of noodles in the pot." The boy stopped him.
Chen Yang glanced at the person typing on the computer and said, "I ate outside."
Chao Jian raised his head from the computer screen.
Chen Yang understood and said, "I guess you don't want to eat multi-grain pancakes."
Chao Jian looked at him: "You do it."
Chen Yang didn't even think about it: "I can't."
Chao Jian: "You will."
Chen Yang said: "I really can't."
Chao Jian put on his headphones, took his laptop and went back to his room without saying a word.
Chen Yang pulled down the towel and wiped off the water that dripped onto his face. Wasn't he talking about Xiangdong's matter? Why did he get so confused
The pancake actually became the protagonist.
Now that his hair was no longer dripping, Chen Yang took out a diary from a shopping bag and leaned against the door to read it.
The first page is blank.
The second page is lines, the third page, the fourth page, the fifth page... the rest are all lines.
Some are horizontal, some are vertical, and the distribution is uneven, with no discernible regularity.
Chen Yang has never had the habit of writing a diary since he was a child, and he is sure that this notebook is not his.
Then why did the little nurse give it to him
Chen Yang returned to the second page. There were four horizontal lines on the paper, two long and two short.
The third page has eleven lines, all horizontal and the same length.
It seemed as if the person was drawing in front of a ruler, and with the naked eye, there was no discernible error.
Chen Yang turned over, and these lines penetrated into his brain from his eyes, making the ball of wool inside bigger.
If a young intellectual were to encounter these things, I wonder how excited he would be.
Chen Yang closed the diary. At this moment, he had the illusion that he couldn't distinguish between the real world and the mission world.
There seem to be more mysteries here.
Why am I stuck in these mysteries...
Who am I...
A voice suddenly sounded in Chen Yang's heart, and he suddenly woke up. He was used to guessing riddles.
It is fatal to complicate the problem, so keep it simple.
Otherwise it is easy to lose sight of the truth.
Chen Yang went to the room and told Xiangdong the follow-up of the topic.
Chao Jian leaned against the bed and looked at the computer without raising his eyelids: "As long as you are alive, there is a chance to meet again."
The anger that Chen Yang had been holding in for several hours just dissipated like that.
Too.
Although the taskers enter the task randomly, the further they go, the greater the chance of second or third cooperation.
Chen Yang suddenly knelt down beside the bed: "They are all from Qingcheng."
"Is Qingcheng's population too large? Do we need to take some of it away in this way?"
He moved his legs under the quilt: "You're pressing on me."
Chen Yang quickly moved away and continued, "If this continues, won't the people left in this city be the taskers?"
Chao Jian said calmly: "Do your own thing and don't interfere with things that you can't interfere with."
"I really envy your mentality."
Chen Yang fell sideways onto the bed, hugged his legs and rolled into the bed, pausing several times during the rolling process.
Chao Jian's face twitched: "Then you should take some medicine too?"
"Boom!"
Chen Yang hit his head against the wall.
Last night, Chen Yang fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow, but it was not the case tonight. When he went to bed, he was very energetic and had no desire to sleep at all.
Chen Yang was reading a book, glancing at the person next to him.
What's going on? Why isn't the atmosphere uncomfortable at all
Where does this feeling of left hand touching right hand come from
He turned his head to Jian: "What are you looking at?"
Chen Yang raised the book in his hand.
"Intelligent?"
Chen Yang didn't understand: "What?"
Chao Jian: "It has an automatic page turning function, so you can understand the content without even looking at it."
Chen Yang silently turned the page of the book.
The partner retorted: "If you don't want to watch it, then don't watch it. Don't pretend to be so arrogant."
Chen Yang was speechless. The next moment he stood up and said righteously, "You didn't look at the computer either!"
"If you don't look at me, how do you know I haven't read?"
He looked like he was smug, as if saying, "You little brat, now that I have found evidence against you, you can't turn things around."
Chao Jian: “Heh.”
Chen Yang had a premonition that he was going to be abused, and sure enough, this person dealt him a fatal blow.
"So, I looked at the computer, and you looked at it too, is that not okay?"
Chen Yang had never won an argument, so he stuffed the book behind the bedside table and moved closer to his partner.
Chao Jian typed a wrong word.
The page was quickly closed and replaced with something else.
Chen Yang didn't notice that the boy's actions were exactly the same as when he was caught by his parents while watching a movie: "Let's chat."
"In no mood."
"It's impossible to relax in the mission world," Chen Yang said to himself, "If we don't chat after we go out, how can we develop tacit understanding between us?"
Chao Jian looked at the tip of his nose: "Cultivate what?"
"Understanding." Chen Yang kept in mind that one is born in adversity and dies in comfort. "There will definitely be more games like the little rabbit looking for carrots in the future."
Chao Jian pulled the quilt up: "So what do you want to do?"
Chen Yang thought for a moment and said, "Shall we have a quick question and answer?"
Chao Jian asked back: "Are you ready to give your details?"
Chen Yang's expression changed slightly.
Chao Jian did not mock him, but simply said in a statement: "If you can't do it, don't try."
Chen Yang rubbed his nose: "There are some things I don't understand myself."
"I can tell you the rest."
Chao Jian was silent for a moment, then changed the topic calmly: "Let's watch a movie."
Chen Yang lay down in the quilt: "I'm sleepy."
I still watched the movie, it was a comedy.
Chen Yang looked at it in disbelief for a while and found that it was really just laughter.
"Want to change to a horror movie?"
The voice beside his ear was like a gust of cold wind, and Chen Yang felt cold all over. He said seriously, "No, this one is good enough."
Chao Jian snorted.
Chen Yang ignored him and started watching the movie. As he watched, he felt like something was missing.
A bag of potato chips was thrown over.
Soon the only sounds coming from the bedside were the sound of movies and crackling.
When Sun Wenjun called, Chen Yang had only the last bit of potato chips left in his bag. He asked Chao Jian, who was lying outside, to hand him the phone on the bedside table.
"Doctor Sun, is there anything wrong so late?"
Chen Yang couldn’t call him “Brother Xiaowen” and there was nothing he could do about being suspected.
Sun Wenjun didn't care about his name this time. He just said, "I just finished the operation and I thought of calling you."
The voice was hoarse and tired.
Chen Yang moved his collapsed body upwards: "We just finished it now, it's so hard."
"It's okay, I'm used to it." Sun Wenjun said, "Why didn't you send me the pictures? Isn't it hard to understand the book?"
Chen Yang lied: "I figured it out myself."
Sun Wenjun laughed and said, "Is that so? If you don't understand something next time, you can come to me."
Chen Yang said: "No, you are so busy."
"There is still time to read." Sun Wenjun paused for a second or two, "I heard that you took your diary with you when you left."
Chen Yang: “Yes.”
Sun Wenjun smiled again: "Xiangyue is a good child."
Chen Yang then found out that the young nurse was called Xiangyue.
Like a girl's name.
Sun Wenjun didn't talk much and asked Chen Yang to go to bed early.
He jumped back and forth between the four positions of doctor, elder, friend, and brother without any hindrance.
Chen Yang gave the phone to the boy.
Chao Jian turned around and put the phone back on the cabinet. When he was about to say something, he said, "We have to finish the movie."
"Watching." Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief.
Chao Jian's eyes were not on the movie. He lowered his head and played with his cell phone. He didn't know what he was talking about, but there was a layer of dark gloom between his brows.
"Puff"
People around me laughed out loud while watching the movie.
Chao Jian paused pressing his phone and threw him another piece of food.
Around 2 a.m.
Chen Yang turned over in a daze, and turned his face away from the wall to face outside. He fumbled for the quilt and stuffed it into his arms. Suddenly, he remembered that he had a roommate next to him, so he put the quilt back.
Chen Yang woke up a little after being caught and released. That was why he was frightened by the scene in front of him and got up.
There was a person standing beside the bed.
He was very tall and was leaning on crutches. I don't know how long he stood there.
Chen Yang wanted to touch his phone, but considering that the light from the phone would be too bright to see the face, he could only ask in the dark: "Why aren't you sleeping?"
"I had a nightmare."
The boy's voice was stretched to the limit, full of strong nasal tone, giving people a feeling that he was still trembling.
Chen Yang was confused.
This person has never been afraid in the mission world and has always remained calm. It is unexpected that a dream could cause such a big reaction.
What did I dream about...
Chen Yang, who had experienced a lot of strange things during the day and hadn't had any dreams, became sluggish for a while. He felt his way down the wall and then touched the light in the room.
"Don't turn on the light!"
The boy let out a terrible roar and hit the edge of the bed with his crutch so hard that the whole bed shook.
The manic atmosphere behind him made Chen Yang's breath suffocate. He had no choice but to feel the wall to return to the bed, adjust his state and comfort: "Relax, dreams are all fake."
In the darkness, there were unsteady gasps, like cries for help from a badly injured beast.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, yes." Chen Yang shook out the quilt, straightened it, and said gently, "Come up quickly, come up and sleep."
The unspeakable silence lasted for dozens of seconds, and the person beside the bed said, "But mine is very real."
Chen Yang said patiently: "That's also fake."
"Fake?"
Chen Yang said sincerely, "Yes, it's fake."
The frenzy abated a little.
After a few minutes, the person next to the bed returned to bed after Chen Yang's communication.
The cane leaned against the cabinet, making a crisp sound.
Chen Yang covered up a yawn. What just happened reminded him of how he used to coax his sister, who was ten years old at the time.
Those who are ten years old or older are stronger than him.
Chen Yang suddenly remembered something. He couldn't lie still and lifted the quilt. He walked along the inner wall to the end of the bed, then went around to the edge of the bed and patted it a few times.
After thinking about it, I clapped about ten times again, and my hands were sore.
Chao Jian looked at his actions and asked, "What are you doing?"
Chen Yang pinched his burning palms: "It's the custom of the older generation. I won't be afraid of it after the filming."
Chao Jian propped up his upper body and spoke softly, as if he was not the one awakened by the nightmare: "Then why didn't you take pictures when you were scared like a dog in the mission world?"
Chen Yang: “…”
"There are no beds in the mission world!"
"The first one has."
Chen Yang returned to bed without saying anything, pulled the quilt and wrapped himself up.
Chao Jian, who was completely exposed to the open air: “…”
After a while, a voice rang out in the darkness: "Thank you."
The young man closed his scarlet eyes and said softly, "Whether it's useful or not, it's all for my own good."
Chen Yang curled his lips and snorted: "It's okay as long as you know it."
The boy said, "Can you give me some of that quilt?"
The author has something to say: Good night, see you tomorrow, see you tomorrow.