Help, I've become a paper man

"If my wife knew, she might be sad too." When Song Yi said this, he briefly thought that if Yan Changyue knew, she might be sad too...

Most of the time, Yan Changyue's image is cold and self-restrained, and it seems that any emotional words, when used to describe him, have a "slanderous" flavor.

Song Yi stopped here and didn't say anything else. Just a simple word seemed to be enough. He didn't need to explain that he had a lover.

This time, Song Yi did not emphasize that he was traveling through time.

After hearing this, Xiao Sui simply thought that his so-called wife was that paper person.

Here, Yan Changyue appeared in Xiaogui's mouth with the image of a pure man, and Song Yi heard some more information.

They were chatting animatedly, and even if they spoke in low voices, passers-by could still hear them. Gradually, more and more people joined in the discussion.

Amidst the sea of ​​praise, I don't know who made a comment. After a brief silence, most people, facing each other, kept their face and didn't say anything outrageous.

But what followed was a battle between the father-in-law and the nanny. Song Yi also witnessed that there were actually CP fans around Yan Changyue.

He had to admit in amazement that in peacetime, Yan Changyue's deterrent power was not that great. He was just a handsome and outstanding big boy, and no one would be afraid of him.

Song Yi felt inexplicably melancholy, and his depressed attitude attracted Xiaogui's attention, and that gentleness also enveloped him.

Xiaogui said, "Don't take it to heart. This conversation happens all the time. It's not the first time. He even has a support group at school."

Song Yi accepted the kindness and smiled back, maintaining silence and continuing to listen to everyone's chat. No matter how you look at it, from which aspect, Yan Changyue is a legendary figure.

He listened with pleasure, especially as it was mixed with gossip that was hard to tell whether true or false.

An hour later, amid Xiao Sui's screaming, they had to say goodbye and rush back to the dormitory to continue their work.

This time, there was no halftime break, and Song Yi didn't get to rest until the lights in the dormitory were turned off.

He only managed to wash up, and fell asleep as soon as he fell on the bed. The human body was more easily tired than he thought.

It was not the familiar sleepless night. This night, Song Yi had continuous dreams, fragmented images, combined with chaotic images, forming a continuous escape.

Song Yi woke up from his dream in the early morning, and still felt a dull pain in his shoulder, which came intermittently.

He dreamed of death, not being attacked, but being in a disaster.

Collapsed houses, surging waves, and dirty water.

In his shaky memory, the last thing he saw when he was awake was the fallen guardrail, which scraped across his shoulder and pierced into his throat.

Compared with the long struggle, the momentary pain was not obvious after he woke up.

Song Yi wanted to get up, but his heavy eyelids drooped and he was pulled into the dream again, experiencing a different disaster.

All night long, he had dreams filled with pain and struggle. After waking up, Song Yi couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

When he was Stardust, he also fantasized about how joyful it would be for humans to have dreams.

Song Yi has experienced this, and not only does he want to give a bad review, he also wants a time machine so he can go back to the past and slap himself in the face.

For expressing my feelings, I slapped myself repeatedly in the face and would not stop until my hands were swollen.

Who would like this?

Song Yi was in a trance, dragging his heavy legs, and at Xiao Sui's urging, he went to wash up.

As he was doing so, he looked in the mirror, staring at the similar features, and doubts arose again, and that strange feeling quietly spread.

Song Yi suddenly realized that it was not just Xiaosui and not just Xiaozhi who made him feel out of place living here.

Including himself.

Song Yi secretly guessed, maybe it was an illusion, maybe it was a taboo, maybe it was... the memory of the original owner?

As soon as the last thought popped up, it took over Song Yi's mind and it was difficult to let it go for a while.

So the question is, what do ordinary college students have to face that would cause them to have such dreams?

All kinds of deaths made Song Yi, who had actually died, feel terrified.

Not to mention, when death comes, the despair that follows also doubles the feeling of death.

The more Song Yi looked at the mirror, the more outrageous it seemed. But he had classes today, and Xiao Sui was outside the door, knocking on the door to urge him...

Before you catch what is wrong and find the error, you still have to follow the rules and attend classes.

Song Yi left the bathroom and set off with Xiao Sui, picking up his bag.

There is one time to compromise, and there will be countless times. In the following week, Song Yi continued to live and study hard.

To be precise, it is the effort to imitate and learn. You have learned and the posture is sufficient, but what is missing is the memory, which will not suddenly recover.

The knowledge he didn't understand wasn't something he suddenly realized; he just didn't know how to do it.

When Song Yi was copying homework, he couldn't help but sigh, "This kind of copy is not as good as the battle. At least in the battle, it is more or less fun, while studying is more of a waste of brains!"

After doing this many times, one day he accidentally made a sound and expressed the thoughts in his mind in words.

Xiao Sui passed by and added:

“It’s mainly when I can’t learn it.”

It was also a decisive blow. When Song Yi looked over, the other party added:

"Don't be sad, come on, you have a wife, and you can eat more meal replacements in your life!"

Meal replacement? Song Yi was puzzled for a second, then realized that it was referring to "Yan Chang Yue".

It's really rude!

But in his life, between classes, he would feel happy when he saw the healthy Yan Changyue again and again.

Song Yi also felt that there was someone else who was rude...

No matter how much he explained that it was not a meal replacement, he knew clearly that they just passed by each other. Even if there was no contact, he would feel happy just by seeing that face.

This is an indisputable reality.

"I'm really disappointed." Song Yi sighed, for his love-brain and for this world.

He put down his homework, turned to Xiao Sui, and asked for help again.

"Brother, I'll ask you for two more days. Please find other friends and ask them where Yan Changyue is going."

When he said it, he didn't hold much hope, just to ease the mood.

After all, he has morals and doesn't want to secretly eat "meal replacements", but during the conversation, the problem that Song Yi originally noticed became clearer when the two talked about it again.

This is also a strange point. He and "Yan Changyue" went to the same school and were in the same campus. Although they lived in different dormitory buildings, they had seen each other quite a few times.

On this basis, he was limited to "seeing". Every time he wanted to get closer, he would miss the other person by mistake.

Either a passing car blocked the road, or a rainfall caused the students who were walking to suddenly run...

"That won't do!" Xiao Sui said, waving his hands and pretending to be dissatisfied with his lips, and then he said:

"I will take you there this time, and I will definitely satisfy you. At least you have to... you have to be able to talk!"

"When you come back, you have to treat me to a meal for at least more than a week! As for the specifics, it depends on the situation!"