The Woman who Became the “Male” God

Chapter 145: When finesse is in progress

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He Rin was curled up in the quilt, his muscles were tense, and the whole person was deeply immersed in a painful dream. Scenes of chaotic scenes, one by one, strangers, flying to the ground, swords, lights and swords, as if from another world, he fell into the sea, Looking at the shattered wave of light, let the rage engulf me, and then...

He Rin abruptly opened his eyes, turned over, and his sharp eyes quickly scanned everything around him. Looking at this familiar and unfamiliar room, his memory was broken, and he couldn't remember many things.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and then he saw someone pushing the door and entering, with a touch of clear color entering his line of sight.

"Are you awake? Do you feel any discomfort?" An Xian walked to the bedside and habitually used his spiritual sense to check his situation. He didn't notice that when the spiritual sense touched his body, a strange light flashed in his eyes. .

"It doesn't seem to be a big deal." An Xian patted him on the shoulder and smiled, "Go wash and get ready to come down for dinner."

After speaking, she turned and walked out of the room.

He Rin looked strangely at the shoulder she had just patted on the shoulder, then looked at the re-closed door, thought for a moment, jumped out of bed, walked into the bathroom, and saw herself in the mirror.

Wearing a head with short hair, sparse eyebrows, slender eyes... He touched his face, and always felt that this was not his true appearance.

"He Rin..." He murmured uncertainly, "Am I called 'He Rin'? That person just now..."

Hua Hua—the name suddenly appeared in his mind, and his heart felt inexplicably warm.

Walking out of the bathroom, He Rin followed the man's breath and came to the restaurant downstairs. A strong aroma of rice came from the kitchen, and through the glass door, you could clearly see the busy figure of the man.

Familiar scenes, familiar people, this kind of life seems to have become accustomed to, and some vague memories gradually became clear, He Rin naturally sat in his own position and fell into contemplation.

"What are you in a daze for? Let's eat." A large bowl of white rice was handed in front of him, occupying most of his sight, and fragrantly swept his face.

He Rin recovered from his contemplation, raised his head, and subconsciously shouted, "Dad..."

What did he call people just now? !

Dad... Dad... Dad...

He Rin's expression froze for a moment, unable to accept that the two words just came out of his mouth.

"What's wrong?" An Xian looked at him, waiting for his next words.

"It's nothing." He Rin replied blankly, wondering why he wasn't surprised at the sound of "Dad", is that what he usually calls him? No, he refuses to believe it!

An Xian didn't ask any more questions, he just felt that he seemed a little different from usual. When I saw him in the room just now, he was like a wounded beast, full of vigilance and precaution, although it was only for a moment, it left a deep impression on her.

If he recovers his memory, he shouldn't hide it from her. If he doesn't recover his memory, his performance... Well, it's a bit too "old and heavy".

After eating, he put the dishes into the washing machine, and when he walked out of the kitchen, he saw He Rin wandering around in the living room with his hands behind his back, as if he was patrolling the territory.

"If you're bored, you can watch TV or go out for a run with Lion Guard." An Xian suggested.

"What about you?" He Rin looked back at her.

"I'm going to work, and it may not be over until after 10 pm. There is food in the freezer. If you're hungry, take it out to warm it up."

Watching her leave, He Rin frowned, walked to the sofa, sat down, and clicked on the screen on the wall. The news about the First Battle of Asay Island was playing on the screen. Representatives of military officers from both countries were interviewed, analyzed the battle, and released some post-war pictures.

He Rin's face was stern, his fists clenched tightly, an inexplicable anger rose in his heart, and many messy memory fragments flashed in his mind, his identity, his past, his experience... It was like fast-forwarding, a flash fleeting.

He Rin held his head and made a suppressed voice in his throat. He felt as if he had several distinct memories, split into several distinct personalities, both true and false, and could not be distinguished.

The news is still playing, but He Rin's consciousness has drifted out of the sky...

In the evening, An Xian walked out of the refining room and found that the living room was dark, only the TV screen was still flickering, and a figure was sitting on the sofa, staring blankly at the screen.

An Xian turned on the light: "He Rin..." The voice came to an abrupt end, and she saw that someone's hair had grown strangely by more than ten centimeters, and was scattered about her shoulders.

She looked at today's date and determined that she had only been in the refining room for seven or eight hours, not seven or eight months. How did his hair grow so long all of a sudden

He Rin turned his head, revealing a grimacing face. An Xian was about to ask when suddenly he heard a series of grunts coming from someone's belly. For a while, she walked up to him and said, "Didn't I tell you that if you are hungry, take out the food in the freezer and eat it hot?" She was almost starving herself into a caveman, but she still didn't know how to find something to eat. of!

He Rin reflexively hugged An Xian's waist and pressed her face to her chest, looking for a sense of security. Before waiting for An Xian's response, he suddenly let go of his hand again, a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes, and turned his head with a cold expression on his face.

"Are you all right?" An Xian stared at him scrutiny, trying to find evidence of being possessed by a neurotic.

He Rin glanced at her coldly and ordered, "I'm hungry, go get me something to eat."

An Xian squinted his eyes, reached for his collar, lifted him up, and pushed him in the direction of the kitchen: "Go get it yourself."

He Rin turned her head abruptly, looked at her sharply, and was furious in her heart: How dare you be so rude to me, do you know who I am

Meeting Anxian's clear eyes, the hostility in his body suddenly disappeared without a trace, he instinctively accepted the arrangement, walked into the kitchen, skillfully warmed the food, served one end to the table, and then happily greeted: "Dad , let's eat."

As soon as the words fell, He Rin was sluggish again, his expression was blank, swords and swords were shadowed in his mind, as if he had done something stupid.

An Xian glanced at him strangely, still very well-behaved.

He Rin grilled the rice expressionlessly, and in his heart he had thrown himself from one side of the universe to the other side of the universe. In order not to make himself appear more stupid, he could only pretend that nothing happened.

"I'll take you back to the mental hospital tomorrow." An Xian suddenly said.

What? Mental hospital? Where does he seem to be mentally abnormal? ! He Rin stared at An Xian in disbelief, feeling that her IQ and dignity were greatly insulted.

Anxian didn't pay attention to his expression, and said to himself, "I've been busy these days, and I don't have time to take care of you. It should be more comfortable for you to stay in the mental hospital."

He Rin couldn't understand how he felt that he would feel more comfortable in a mental hospital. Could it be that he is really a neurotic? No, he refuses to believe it!

Quickly swept away the food on the table, He Rin dodged and disappeared into the restaurant, only to hear a bang, and the door was locked.

An Xian: "..." What's the matter? Didn't you like being in a mental hospital a lot before

He Rin was lying on the bed, thinking back to her words and deeds, she really looked like a lunatic!

"Damn! What the hell is going on?" He Rin slammed his fist on the bedside table, and the upper drawer was shaken open a crack. He turned his head and caught a glimpse of what seemed to be in the drawer.

Open the drawer and see a few porcelain vases, a photo album, and a chip.

He Rin first took out the album, flipped open a page, and immediately appeared a virtual dynamic 3D image in front of her eyes. After flipping through another page, he was still at ease. He was swimming in the sea, with a graceful figure and a leisurely pleasure. Turning page by page, all are the figure of a person.

"So... do you like him?" He Rin stared at the dynamic picture in front of him, and the feeling of heat came from his chest again.

"Ha." He twitched the corners of his mouth and sneered, "You are so pathetic that you actually like the same sex."

He said that, but his eyes did not leave the figure in the image. The memories related to him that he could remember were beautiful but monotonous. Because his feelings have not been responded to, he has too many concerns, and his mind is too heavy, but he lacks the naturalness and freedom.

"Forget it, there's no need to worry in the future, I won't fancy someone of the same sex." He Rin threw the photo album back into the drawer, and set up a flag for himself carelessly.

That night, He Rin ran out of the small building alone, intending to free himself and be an unrestrained eagle.

For one hour, he was in a good mood; for two hours, he walked like the wind; for three hours, he was hungry; for four hours, he ate roast chicken that was not even plucked, and missed the big meal he had yesterday; five After an hour, he got lost.

Sitting cross-legged on the stone, looking at the rolling mountains in the distance, He Rin not only did not experience the joy of freedom, but fell into a daze of not knowing where to go.

A ray of sunlight shot from the sky, covering the cold earth with a layer of golden gauze.

He Rin raised his hand to block his eyes and muttered, "It's dawn..."

"Enough of playing, can you go home?" At this moment, a voice suddenly entered his ears, and he saw him through the gap between his fingers.

Standing in the sun, with warmth all over the body, dispel the cold of the morning.

He Rin hugged him and smelled belonging on him. That empty heart was instantly at ease.

"Dad..." After a pause, he sighed in self-defeating, "I'm hungry."

He Rin didn't expect that one day he would bend over for a meal.

"Let's go, go home." An Xian pulled him up and led him towards the small building.

He Rin followed him unhurriedly, looked at his back, and understood why she liked him before.

This man has all the qualities he likes.

Warm as jade, natural as wind, inclusive as the sea, and beautiful as flowers. That appropriate sense of fit made him nostalgic.

Unfortunately, gender determines positioning.

It's okay to be friends, but he definitely won't find a same-sex partner.

The author has something to say:

Delicate He Rin—

When feeding: "Dad~"

When crazy: "Huahua~"

When alone: "Humph~" [Disdain.jpg]