The completion rate of the host next door of Kuai Chuan is always rising

When Lu Xiangcheng saw Zhan Pingyi the next day, he could clearly find that his spirit was a bit depressed.

"It's late, otherwise I can see if the person under the tombstone is you." 233 said, "It is estimated that Zhan Ping will stay here very late, and I don't know how he gets out every time. "

At first, Lu Xiangcheng was still a little unfamiliar with the cemetery, and his movements were very cautious, but now he looks like a person who often visits the grave, so he just looked up and said, "Just give the cemetery a pack of cigarettes, Yu Ming Jie often does this too, I just can't bear it very much. Zhan Pingyi should stay longer."

"Yeah, it's been so many years, and it's not too late." 233 thought for a while, and suddenly asked, "Hey wait, the relationship between you and Zhan Pingyi is so subtle that I'm confused, how can I remember you?" The first time you told me was...you confessed your love on your 24th birthday?"

"...I didn't know you well at that time. It's true that I made a wish. It's true that Zhan Pingyi confessed. It's true that I was frightened by the confession as if I had opened my eyes right after I made a wish. I'm proud of myself." It's true that it's better to be single for the rest of your life than to coquettishly complain... I didn't say that it's the first time he confessed, so is it necessary to tell you such a detailed inner life?" Lu Xiangcheng said helplessly, "I'm with Zhan Pingyi. The relationship is a bit more complicated than you imagined, I can't explain it clearly, I will tell you slowly what happens in the future."

After saying this, he straightened up on his knees, but he staggered and almost fell to the ground. He helped the tombstone beside him before he could barely straighten up. After seeing what he had supported, he could only desperately apologize to the owner of the cemetery , the movement was so loud that even Zhan Pingyi glanced this way.

"You fainted a little suddenly." 233 said, "You don't feel well?"

"No." After Lu Xiangcheng returned to normal, he felt a little strange, "Maybe I squatted for too long?"

He didn't pay too much attention to these details, shook his head at Zhan Pingyi who was looking at him, and left the cemetery after saying that he was fine.

Yu Mingjie kept a lot of things from high school, and Lu Xiangcheng sometimes cleaned the house for him, and from time to time he could find some fragments of old things in the corner.

Lu Xiangcheng sometimes even feels that he is not living five years from now, but in someone else's high school.There are schoolbags thrown on the floor behind the door. The first clothes you see when you open the closet are school uniforms. The drawers are full of unfinished test papers. The post-it notes on the bed are written with today's plans and expectations for the future, but there are comics and novels hidden under the bed that cannot be found by adults.The feeling of greenness emerges from every drop and penetrates into the whole life, like a big dream that has been out of date but still refuses to wake up.

But to put it bluntly, he and Yu Mingjie probably put the idle books under the bed just for convenience.

When Lu Xiangcheng cleaned up the dust, he swept out a pile of used draft paper. Just as he was about to clear it out, he saw a calculation formula on the top draft paper, and suddenly laughed: "233, just think of a number in your mind. .”

233 is inexplicable: "Why?"

"Think about it first." Lu Xiangcheng said, "Add 52.8 to this number, multiply by 5, then subtract 3.9343, divide by 0.5, and finally subtract ten times the number in your mind."

"520.1314?" 233 didn't calculate it himself, and threw it directly to the database. After reading it, he suddenly felt wrong, "Lu Xiangcheng, are you taking advantage of me?"

"No, I just thought it was fun." Lu Xiangcheng said with a smile, "I've seen this before."

"Zhan Ping asked you to do the math?"

"No, this was widely circulated at the time. Zhan Pingyi prefers to catch him by surprise, and will not make me mentally prepared to deal with him." Lu Xiangcheng said, "When he confessed for the first time, I sprained my ankle, and there was no one next to me. Man, he carried me back, I was talking all the way to think about it, but he was annoyed, and he would kiss me if he said he would mess around again."

233 Le Le: "Then you're dumbfounded?"

"Yeah, I thought he was talking nonsense. He was trying to annoy me on purpose and continued to make trouble. As a result, he seemed to be a little angry and said that he should give him a kiss or stop making trouble. If he makes trouble again, he won't let me down."

"And then what?"

"It's not a threat not to let me down. I don't care at all. He had no choice but to walk around the park three times under the strange gaze of a group of uncles and aunts. He quarreled with him while carrying me behind his back."

"You are too heartless!" 233 choked with laughter, "He still didn't kiss you in the end?"

"No, he was exhausted. In the end, I sat on a bench in the park with him and stared at him. It was getting dark. He asked me, Lu Xiangcheng, are you stupid? I said I won't let you go." When you come down, you don’t even know how to go down a step, I like you, don’t you see it?”

"Hey Lu Xiangcheng, look at your dopamine, it's soaring." 233 called out the data while laughing, "Tsk tsk tsk, the sour smell of love."

Lu Xiangcheng belatedly realized that he seemed to be showing affection, and turned his eyes back to the draft paper in his hand with some embarrassment, but he saw some clues at a glance: "This handwriting...is different from the one on the back of the calendar? Isn't this written by Yu Mingjie?"

He took the paper and put it side by side with the page on the calendar, confirming his conjecture: "It's really different. According to Yu Mingjie's character...it shouldn't be the handwriting of his crush, otherwise how could it be possible?" Randomly thrown in the corner."

233 hesitated for a while, and said, "To be honest...although it's obviously a crossover, I feel that this handwriting is very similar to Ye Luosheng's."

"Ye Luosheng's handwriting is my handwriting." Lu Xiangcheng explained, "He also practiced Xingkai, probably happened to be from the same school, so there is not much difference between our two characters, and I didn't change it to maintain the character set. So my font is not very recognizable, it is quite crafty."

"Then you wrote these?"

"...It's useless for you to ask. Let's not talk about the age of this piece of paper. I can't remember so much just because I have traveled so many worlds." Lu Xiangcheng frowned, "I The strokes in high school are a little softer than what you see, it really looks a bit like..."

He turned the paper to the back, and unexpectedly found that it was not a draft paper, but the cover of an exercise book.

Class two and eight in high school.

"My dad's class?" Lu Xiangcheng calculated the year and was a little surprised, "No way, the class where the accident happened was Class [-]? Why don't I have any memory?"

The feeling of dizziness struck again, and he pressed his forehead with his hand, always feeling that there was an extremely tiny crack bursting from somewhere, and some things that he ignored were scrambling to escape from the crack.

"Maybe... Hey Lu Xiangcheng!" Before he could finish his sentence, 233 jumped up from the chair on the operating table in fright, "Are you hypoglycemic? You'll make me dizzy every time you move!"

"Don't be blind." It took Lu Xiangcheng a long time to stabilize his figure, panting and whispering, "I'm fine."

Only then did 233 breathe a sigh of relief, and looked at him suspiciously: "It's nothing, why are you dizzy? Are you pregnant?"

"I was born to be your godson." Lu Xiangcheng slowly came over, smiled and rubbed his temples, "I just find it strange that my dad was Yu Mingjie's class teacher back then, and something happened to their class. My dad should be to blame, but I don't remember it?"

233 picked up his words and said: "I also think it's quite strange. If others go back to the future and go to the parallel world, their first reaction should be to go back to their parents. Why didn't you go?"

"Both of my parents died, where did you tell me to go? If you want to visit the grave, you have to go back to your hometown first." Lu Xiangcheng said helplessly, "Otherwise, why do you think I worked as soon as I graduated from college? I don't have the time and money to study for graduate school." .”

233 was a little surprised. After a long silence, he said softly, "I'm sorry."

"It's nothing. Although my mother died earlier, my father died the year I graduated from university. I can't be considered a complete orphan." Lu Xiangcheng narrowed his eyes, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, "I feel Did Yu Mingjie lose his memory, why do I have a headache all day..."

"Then after you had a headache, did you remember anything?"

Lu Xiangcheng hesitated for a while, then nodded.

He saw a scene.

He saw the boy Yu Mingjie had a crush on standing in front of the registration desk to sign in, and sitting behind the desk was himself who was acting as his father's substitute.

Zhan Pingyi didn't know why he happened to be there too, except for helping, he just flirted with each other.Lu Xiangcheng saw himself blushing and greeted him with the roster on his head, while the young man stood quietly at the table, smiling shyly towards him.

Lu Xiangcheng didn't know what this scene represented, but it was indeed clear, and it should have left an extremely deep mark in the original owner's memory.

He briefly relayed this scene to 233, and casually spread out the paper and pressed it under the glass table.

When the glass table was lifted, the stacked photos were scattered, and one of them was a graduation photo with a vacant space.

Yu Mingjie carefully pressed that person's photo on the graduation photo, as if he, like everyone else, had grown up and graduated safely.

Lu Xiangcheng looked at Yu Mingjie's face engraved deep in his memory repeatedly, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt familiar.But just like 233 said, this person does look a bit like Zhan Pingyi, and he can't remember the real reason why he thinks his face is familiar.

His eyes fell on another piece of paper that was pressed aside. It was a handwritten Rubik's Cube instruction manual, the simplest third-order Rubik's Cube, but it looked very old, and its owner must have read it countless times over it.

"This is Zhan Pingyi's character." Lu Xiangcheng said softly, "I had the same copy, but I lost it later. I didn't expect to see it here."

"Rather than saying it's exactly the same, it's better to say it was mine before." Lu Xiangcheng sighed, "I remembered who his crush is."