I'm fierce, I'm aggressive

With Christmas a week away, certain streets in the city have already been symbolically decorated.

A huge Christmas tree stands in the central square, and the shop windows are painted with Santa Claus and reindeer standing on them.

Once the festival is over, these decorations will be quickly replaced with the style of celebrating New Year's Day.

Xing Wen, carrying photography equipment on his back and wearing a mask, walked silently among the bustling crowds in the central square.

"Xiao Xing, wait! You are walking too fast!" Yu Yong shouted after him all the way.

Enduring the headache caused by a cold, Xing Wen reluctantly stood still.

"Go slowly if you have a cold, the photos are already taken anyway, so what are you doing in such a hurry?" Yu Yong ran out of breath.

"Nothing." Xing Wen paused for a while, "I'm sorry."

"Do you have a fever? Seeing that you haven't spoken all morning, it's really hard to take a leave of absence." Yu Yong walked to the subway station side by side with him.

There were so many people at this point, Xing Wen was squeezed into the crowd and got on the subway in a daze.

After the train started, he supported the iron pillar on the top and closed his eyes.

In this way, the symptoms will be relatively relieved.

"Sigh." Yu Yong sighed lightly, "Let's go home and have a good rest in the afternoon."

Xing Wen didn't respond, and frowned slightly. Since waking up this morning, he has been very strange.

At first he thought it was just confusion from the fever of the common cold, but the truth was that he had never had a cold like this before.

In short, the associative powers of his brain suddenly became overactive.Whenever you see someone, you will automatically have all the memories about that person in your mind; seeing a certain scene will also cause a lot of memory associations for that scene.

It stands to reason that this kind of association is common to normal people, but Xing Wen himself is very keen in visual memory, and the current uncontrollable association allows him to completely reproduce every detail in the memory in his mind, like running at high speed precision computer.

Feeling exhausted.

Xing Wen kept his eyes closed all the way. After arriving at the subway station, returning to the company became an extremely difficult task.

He has worked in Xingwen for more than a year, and although there is not much difference in his daily life, there are traces of him everywhere here.

This feeling is like playing a movie at a very high speed. Xing Wen walks in a way of not squinting, so as to trigger as few memory associations as possible.

Yu Yong followed him into the elevator, and Xing Wen leaned his back against the wall to rest for a while.

The elevator went up to the 11th floor, the door opened, and Mu Chen walked in.

"Hi, boss." Yu Yong responded quickly and greeted with a smile.

Mu Chen nodded, and his eyes fell on Xing Wen.

Xing Wen habitually looked back, Mu Chen was very handsome in a plaid suit, but he didn't have much time to appreciate it carefully.

I didn't pay much attention to it before, but now that my brain frantically went back to my memory, I realized that I had so many contacts with Mu Chen.

From the occasional meeting on campus when I was a student, to getting along day and night in the office at work, to every hug, kiss, and...

The memories he had with Mu Chen, to be precise, were the times he stared at Mu Chen, far surpassing everyone in this world.

"Sick?" Mu Chen looked at Xing Wen's mask.

Xing Wen had a severe headache at the moment, so he looked away and nodded.

"Is it serious?" Mu Chen frowned.

If it wasn't for Yu Yong, he would have leaned over directly.

"No." Xing Wen still didn't look at him, and even became a little irritable.

He wanted to take a good look at Mu Chen, but his mind was too uncomfortable, as if it was going to explode.

What the hell is going wrong?Neurasthenia Depersonalization Psychosis?

The elevator quickly reached the seventeenth floor, Yu Yong bowed slightly to Mu Chen, and Mu Chen's eyes were still on Xing Wen.

"Let's go first." Xing Wen said.

"Bao..." Mu Chen panicked and pressed the door button of the elevator.

Xing Wen stopped, not knowing how to tell Mu Chen about his current situation.

This is really too difficult to explain, no matter how you say it, it feels like something is wrong with the brain.

"Shall we have lunch together?" Mu Chen still frowned, "Do you have a fever? Tell me if you feel unwell, and I'll take you to the doctor..."

Yu Yong was a little surprised when he heard this, but he didn't dare to stay here to listen to the gossip, so he could only pretend nothing happened and walked forward.

In the public work area directly opposite the actual elevator door, everyone couldn't help lowering the decibels of their speech.

"I'm fine." Xing Wen turned around and tried hard to take a look at Mu Chen.

Then look away again.

Mu Chen was suddenly frightened, he let go of his hand and ran out of the elevator.

The people in the work area were still sitting on the surface, but in fact they put all kinds of dictionaries and reference books under their buttocks, so that they could watch the fun.

"Go back to work, everyone is watching." Xing Wen whispered.

Mu Chen didn't care, he took Xing Wen's arm with one hand and forced him to turn around.

Immediately, someone quietly raised the mobile phone from behind the desk. Mu Chen held Xing Wen in his hand, turned his head and exploded: "Let me see one, and the team building will be canceled this year."

The phone was immediately put away.

Although Mr. Mu is very picky, the company's annual team building is very luxurious.

Xing Wen's heart froze, and he pulled Mu Chen past him, the elevator had already gone to other floors.

Under everyone's amazed and delighted gaze, Xing Wen directly pulled Mu Chen all the way to the stairs that no one would use.

"Baby, why do you..." Xing Wen hugged Mu Chen into his arms halfway through his words.

The iron door at the stairway was slammed shut, and the corridor was pitch black.

Xing Wen's heart was beating very fast. In fact, because of this sudden and strange symptom, he was in a state of extreme confusion and even a little panic all morning.

After hugging him, he didn't dare to let go at all. His back was pressed against the cold wall, his arms were tightly tightened, and he tried hard to feel Mu Chen's body temperature and breathing.

It's amazing, he was raised to be extremely independent and strong when he was growing up, but now he is almost relying on Mu Chen with all his heart.

It seems that as long as you hold each other, you can live, no matter what, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Xing Wen suddenly felt safe.

"What's the matter?" Mu Chen's breathing was also a little messy, and he noticed Xing Wen's furrowed brows in the dim light of the corridor, "Is it uncomfortable? Is there any pain?"

Xing Wen shook his head, rested his chin on the other party's shoulder in silence, turned his head to kiss the other party's neck with his eyes closed.

Well, it's not uncomfortable to close your eyes like this.

He needs to slow down first, and he will have the strength to go to the hospital later.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Mu Chen was so distressed that he died, "If you are sick, you can just rest at home. Now I..."

Xing Wen was tense all morning, and suddenly he was relaxed, and his body suddenly lost strength.

Mu Chen was unprepared and lost his footing, and fell directly to the ground under his heavy body.

Fortunately, there was still some distance from the steps, otherwise they would most likely just hug and roll down.

"Baby?" Mu Chen was very panicked, his face turned pale when he found that Xing Wen was motionless, "Xing Wen!"

Xing Wen pressed him, and he fell into a complete coma.

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Losing consciousness is so different from ordinary falling asleep that it is almost difficult to realize how long you have been asleep.

When Xing Wen woke up, he smelled a slight smell of disinfectant, and guessed that it was Mu Chen who brought him to the hospital.

After a short rest, my head no longer hurts like it was about to explode, but the fatigue still lingers.

He had never lived in this ward, so when he opened his eyes, he would not recall it. After a while, Mu Youtian opened the door and came in.

As soon as the other party came in, Xing Wen knew that his fatal symptoms were still not healed, but fortunately, he had only had contact with Mu Youtian a few times, and it was still within his tolerable range.

"Are you awake?" Mu Youtian sat next to his bed, "I was shocked when my nephew suddenly called me... How do you feel now?"

"It's nothing... Where's Mu Chen?" Xing Wen asked.

"I'm talking with the doctor." Mu Youtian frowned slightly, "It may be the sequelae of the head trauma caused by the car accident. You should take a good rest and you'll be fine."

Xing Wen didn't speak, and turned his head towards the window.

It was already dusk, and he thought he would only faint for a while.

His intuition told him that this condition might not be a simple post-traumatic disorder.

"Have you checked, did you find anything?" Xing Wen squinted his eyes, the sunset glow was a bit too dazzling.

"...No." Mu Youtian laughed easily after a while: "What are you thinking? Do you think it's a tumor hahaha!"

It seems that it is not an organic disease.

Xing Wen used his almost immobile mind to carefully recall what happened in the past week or two.

Nothing special, except for... that inexplicable cake.

If he boldly guessed that there was something wrong with the cake, he hadn't eaten it, so he just opened it and took a look...

Could it be because of the gas?

But after so many days in between, it's too weird that the abnormality started to appear until today.

These thoughts are ridiculous, Xing Wen put the back of his hand on his eyes: "Pull the curtains, it's too bright."

"Sure, little thing, I'm calling your second uncle." Mu Youtian got up obediently, walked to the window and drew the curtains.

The room suddenly became darker, and Xing Wen began to think about what to do next.

It was obviously impossible to lie here and wait for treatment. He had to find another way. It was impossible for him to live blindfolded.

Xing Wen lay quietly for a while, without much clue, when there was a knock on the door.

Xing Zhao pushed the door open, and Huo Wanrou walked in behind.

Mu Youtian had met the couple before, and this time he nodded his head as a greeting.

The two walked in and sat down next to Mu Youtian by the bed, Xing Wenqi opened his hands and looked at them, and met their eyes.

He also had less contact with his parents, but at any rate he still had a lot more than Mu Youtian, so he quickly turned his eyes away again.

"Is it uncomfortable?" Xing Zhao asked, "Your mother and I just came from the doctor's side."

"I'm flattered by the sudden enthusiasm." Xing Wen smiled, "Thanks to the car accident, the number of times I've seen you has caught up with the past five years."

The two couples were silent together, and Mu Youtian wanted to laugh out of nowhere, so his body shook slightly.

It seems that the nephew really learned from this person badly.

"I don't think this side is an expert." Huo Wanrou said in an emotionless voice, "There is nothing to be found here. I'd better take you to the hospital of our acquaintance for a detailed and thorough examination."

"It turns out that there are still instruments that can detect diseases 100%, you guys..." Xing Wen suddenly stopped in the middle of his mocking words.

A thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

The whole body seemed to be carrying a piece of iron, stiff and cold.

The door of the ward was opened again, this time Mu Chen broke in.

Huo Wanrou showed a little smile, stood up and said hello: "This time I'll trouble Boss Mu to take care of me again."

"Where do you want to take him?" Mu Chen asked angrily.

The author has something to say: I am afraid that you will be scared, so I will come back from tomorrow and change it every day, so that your 40-meter machete will not be able to cut me——

I won't abuse the emotional line, this is already the last small copy~

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angels who cast [Landmine]: They all call me a mud bowl;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

1 bottle of Mu Ying Rou;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!