The villain is not crazy

Su Qingyi squatted at the door.

into some kind of contemplation.

He faintly caught a flash of spiritual light, and felt that something was playing tricks.

That kind of thing goes against common sense, like a plot in a book.

Su Qingyi was taken aback: Plot?

Just when he looked uncertain and began to search for directions in his confused memory, a low-key black Bentley stopped in front of him.

Tumi pushed open the car door and cast a cold glance at him.

"Come up."

Su Qingyi stood up as if his butt was burning, he put the luggage on it first, then paced and squatted into the passenger seat.

Obviously this person drove him out with a cold face in the morning, but in the afternoon he walked over with a shy face.

For a moment, he felt that he seemed a bit cheap, but he really couldn't find anyone else.

He glanced at Tumi at the side again - he could have refused.

But he didn't.

The apparently harmonious atmosphere last night was stagnant at this time, and he felt inexplicably guilty, as if he had done something wrong to others.

In the end, he still couldn't stand the suffocating atmosphere: "Tumi..."

Tumi stepped on the brakes suddenly, the car temporarily stopped at the fork, ignoring the vehicles behind him, he turned his head sideways, and looked at Su Qingyi with such depressed eyes, as if there was a flame that burned everything hidden on the indifferent surface.

"Go down." He only spit out two words.

Su Qingyi was stunned, seemingly in disbelief: "I didn't provoke you."

Tumi looked at him quietly, as if the thin layer of ice was about to be burned.

Su Qingyi suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of crisis, he hurriedly pulled off his seat belt, pushed open the car door, at the end, his lips squirmed, and asked: "Tumi, do you know the plot?"

Tumi's aura, which was obviously extremely dangerous, suddenly suffocated, as if being gently stroked by someone, it gradually became softer, and the expression that had been carrying an inexplicable confrontation all along also subsided, like the sharp claws of a ferocious beast suddenly retracted. , showing a harmless lower jaw, his eyelashes drooping slightly, the whole person is restrained and seems to contain extremely fragile expectations.

"You remember?"

Su Qingyi stood outside the car door, blowing the cold wind outside, bent slightly, showing a flattering smile: "Can I not get out of the car?"

Tumi's eyes fell on him, and they were slightly warm, which made him a little uncomfortable.

"Don't sit next to me." He said softly, "I don't want to see you."

Su Qingyi let out an "oh", he was slightly injured, and he didn't know where he had offended Tumi, but at this moment the situation was stronger than others, so he had to honestly open the back door and get in the car.

He avoided the luggage, a little strange: "Did I forget something?"

Tumi started the car again, his eyes in the rearview mirror seemed to glance at him vaguely, and he said: "You let me down very much."

Su Qingyi: "?"

He originally wanted to ask if it was because of his girlfriend, but he vaguely knew in his heart that it was not, the faint aura had not left him.

In fact, he should have felt wrong long ago.

Why is it that I am completely different from what I remember? The crazy and frenzied feelings in my memory suddenly disappeared without a trace. I obviously cared about the person, but when we met, I felt strange, like seeing someone who never Like someone you haven't seen.

Where did the restlessness and anxiety come from? He seemed to be reminding himself constantly.

No, all of this is wrong.

Su Qingyi: "Is it a plot?"

Tumi didn't speak, only those eyes stared at him intently through the rearview mirror.

Like substance.

"I..." Su Qingyi's thoughts seemed to be breaking through obstacles in a blockage, and moved forward with difficulty: "I'm following the plot of a book..."

He didn't lose his memory, it's just that his original memory was covered by another one, and the place where the two fought was hidden until he found something wrong.

At this time, if he doesn't find out that something is wrong, he will be a fool.

Su Qingyi felt that the eyes were fixed on him, as if they were stroking his forehead, with a little relief, and the aggressive aura that had been spreading in the carriage slowly subsided at this moment.

He raised his head inadvertently, and Tumi was already looking straight ahead, as if the gaze just felt was his illusion.

He didn't speak, nor did he respond, but Su Qingyi inexplicably felt that his mood had improved a lot.

"Then my bankruptcy is also the plot of that book, no wonder it's so inexplicable..." He murmured in a low voice, and gradually relaxed as the breath around him subsided.

Tumi glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and didn't say that after he left, she was so angry that she simply froze his assets...

He can't contact the author directly, but he has his own way of interfering. Whether it's the plot in the book or the author himself, it always revolves around the word logic. When logic competes, there will be a BUG, ​​that is, the plot collapses. bad.

Whether it is the traction in the book, or everything in this world follows an eternal balance-all opposing parties, if you are strong, it is weak, and if you are weak, it is strong.

The most appropriate way to get rid of fate is to break free from the shackles of fate. The stronger you are, the weaker the restraint of fate will be on you.

When you are strong enough and your beliefs are firm enough, you can even affect the author himself in the plot.

It seems that although the person who wrote those words is the author, the plot is no longer controlled by the author.

Tumi settled down, and heard Su Qingyi continue: "Then I broke up with her now, is it my own decision, or is it influenced by the plot in the book?"

He fell into confusion again.Tumi thought.

But he has to come out on his own over and over again. No one can help him in this process. He can't help the chicks break their shells in advance, because this will make the chicks congenitally deficient. The very first birth itself is a kind of selection by nature.

If he really intervenes, even if Su Qingyi wakes up this time, he will still be caught in the drift of the plot next time, and it will be difficult to wake up again.

Therefore, he must restrain himself.

Restraining myself from opening the chick's shell in advance, I can only give him some hints along the development of the plot within a limited framework.

Su Qingyi had to break free by himself, no one could help him.

At this moment, Su Qingyi, who was sitting in the back compartment, frowned slightly as if remembering, and also murmured: "You... you should be fearless, you should have nowhere to go."

At that moment, all the thin ice on Tumi's body shattered instantly, and turbulent emotions swept over everything.

All his cells were boiling and rushing forward, he knew that his painstaking efforts were not in vain, Su Qingyi refreshed his expectation once again.

Su Qingyi was a little strange: "Why did you say this to me?"

Tumi could no longer hold back the indifference on his face, he softened his voice: "Because I believe in you."

Su Qingyi: "?"

He fell into confusion again, Tumi quietly did not disturb him.

Soon, the vehicle drove into the parking lot.

He handed him the elevator key card.

Su Qingyi took the card.

Tumi: "This is the key, don't lose it."

Su Qingyi played with this card, he frowned, as if he was deep in thought, then his brows loosened: "I remember."

He still seems to be struggling to let a thread of thought break through all the congested passages, just to catch a little inspiration: "You still have that smiling face."

Tumi paused, he didn't intend to let everything in the past interfere with the present joy again, he wanted this joy to last a little longer.

The last blow made him escape for a few years before slowly recovering.

This time he was more prepared.

Moreover, Su Qingyi also brought about more gratifying changes.

He hummed: "It's just a little remembrance."

Su Qingyi frowned, feeling that it was not that simple.

But Tumi's expression was too confusing, he couldn't help scratching his head: "Probably, I always feel that this smiling face has a special meaning."

Just when he finished speaking, he seemed to see Tumi's indifferent face suddenly burning like a flame.

Even the surrounding air seemed to be a little bit hot. In this narrow elevator room, when he was in doubt, the frightening heat slowly faded away, as if nothing had happened.

Tumi just glanced at him lightly, still with that indifferent look.

He suppressed his emotions, and said with extreme restraint: "It's an illusion."

Su Qingyi: "..."

He always felt that something was wrong, but he still didn't find anything when he emptied his memory.

I just said to myself in my heart, it's not the time yet.

His covered memories are extremely difficult to get out, like tearing a piece of sticky glue, and he is clumsy and always tore out a little bit, just like holding a short fingernail a little bit. to pull it out.

He pressed the center of his eyebrows again, but Su Qingyi's hand was grabbed.

Tumi's face suddenly came very close, pinching his hand extremely hard but restrained, he kept his voice low, because the light was blocked by shadows due to being too close, blurring his face, but Only a pair of extremely intrusive eyes broke into his mind.

"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it anymore."

"You don't need to push yourself so hard."

The breath Tumi exhaled was the opposite of his, it was extremely hot, almost scalding him.

He subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and hummed lightly.

At that moment, he couldn't raise the slightest resistance, but he couldn't help but say something in his heart: because I think it is very important to you.

But he dared not speak out.

After leaving the elevator, neither of them spoke.

It seemed that the atmosphere had fallen into a certain kind of stagnation again, Tu Mi suppressed himself too much, it was extremely difficult to restrain himself, and subconsciously avoided Su Qingyi.

But Su Qingyi was startled by his aura just now, and he didn't dare to get too close.

His originally clear head suddenly turned into a mess again, he threw his luggage in the living room, and hurriedly got into the guest room where he slept last night, so as to isolate the space from the smell of tea.

Su Qingyi breathed a sigh of relief.

He stretched out his fingers, trying to rub the center of his eyebrows again, only to find that the place where Tumi had scratched was a little hot, and he couldn't help stretching out his other hand to tightly cover the place he touched.

He closed his eyes and leaned his back against the door, his mind was full of Tumi's eyes that were covered in thin ice but filled with fiery flames.

Su Qingyi murmured in a low voice: "It's incredible."