[Comprehensive British and American] Write Lei Wen in the name of Super Reverse

Bei Guoxia wondered, his skill in stewing chicken soup is not that bad.

Chicken soup is the easiest operation. He doesn't know how many times he has survived it. There is no reason to turn over in another world?

The young man covered his mouth and coughed continuously.

Baguoxia hurriedly got the towel, and said to Carl by the way: "Try how the chicken soup tastes."

Carl: ...why didn't you find Connor?

Carl reluctantly scooped up a spoonful of soup, put it in his mouth to sip a little, frowned, and tasted it solemnly.

"How is it?" Baguoxia asked while handing the towel.

"It's terrible, don't touch it." Carl said sadly.

Baguoxia was dumbfounded.

In a daze, Carl drank seven or eight spoons in a row, chewed the chicken, and shook his head with emotion: "It's really hard to eat."

Baguoxia: I believe you ghost!

After the young man wiped his face clean, he snatched the spoon from Baguoxia's hand and jumped to the pot to drink the soup.

It seemed that he just choked.

After the four of them ate the chicken soup, Bei Guoxia took the pot and saw that there was still a lot left:

Chicken liver, chicken intestines, chicken heart, chicken gizzard, eggs...

He looked at everyone reproachfully.

Only Connor explained to him: "There's nothing to eat."

"Don't be picky about food, offal is a good thing." Baguoxia picked up the chicken liver and handed it to him, "Chicken liver improves eyesight."

Connor tilted his head to avoid it, and commented: "It's too ugly, I don't want to eat it."

Baguoxia: "..."

The reasons for picky eating are always strange and never repeated.

"Use your imagination, look at this liver, does it look like the beautiful Scarlett Johansson?" Baguo Xia followed carefully.

"I can't imagine what that would look like." Connor was unmoved.

Miscalculation.

According to Baguoxia, this young man is very similar to Connor.

He just listened to him eating and drinking, holding his head, and began to ask three philosophical questions: "Where is this? Who are you? Why am I here?"

In fact, according to the reasoning of Slow's hierarchy of needs theory, there is nothing wrong with spiritual thinking after eating.

But, Axi, amnesia!

It turned out to be amnesia!

As a qualified traffic writer, Bei Guoxia creates countless male protagonists with amnesia every year. He is very sensitive to this word, and immediately starts to think about it, from the escaped bridegroom to the alien abduction all the way, looking at the eyes of young people Especially eager: "It's okay, you think about it slowly, what do you still remember?"

The young man said blankly: "I remember my name is Jason, and I remember a lot of knowledge, but... about my past, I can't remember anything."

The name dispelled all associations, and there was only "Texas Chainsaw Massacre-Man-Madness" left in Bei Guoxia's mind.

"Don't worry, you can stay with us temporarily and think slowly." Bei Guoxia comforted.

"You guys live here?" Jason looked at the dark place.

"How is it possible," Carl scoffed, "We're looking for a room today."

He told Jason the ins and outs of the matter.

"If you want to leave, you have to say hello to Li Ao and the others." Baguoxia picked up the chicken soup, "By the way, give them lunch. Jason, do you want to go together?"

"Of course." Jason said, standing up on the sofa, "I should thank them in person."

The two walked side by side in the sewer, and Jason said slowly, "Maybe I shouldn't be with you any longer."

"Huh? Why?"

"I always have a feeling that my identity...will cause you trouble."

"Huh? What is your identity?"

"I can't remember, it's just a feeling."

"Don't think too much," Baguoxia comforted, "You just have some PTSD, for sure, but I guarantee that Connor and Carl are good people, and so am I."

"So, the three of you depend on each other for life?"

"Depending on each other?" Hearing this word, Bei Guoxia was very happy, "It can be said that we also welcome you."

Jason still hesitated: "But...you seem to have enough difficulties."

"Okay, let me tell you about my identity," Baguoxia said in order to dispel his doubts, "Actually, I am a writer. Don't look at our current economic situation, but as long as my books sell , everyone can live in a big house and eat good food.”

"Writer?" Jason turned to look at him and asked with interest, "What do you write?"

"Well... I have written a lot of works, oh, let me tell you about an article I am saving, wear... I mean, I wrote it in my hometown."

"I want to hear it." Jason looked forward to it.

"He was adopted from a young age and was forced to marry his elder brother. He always thought that the person he married was just a housekeeper, but he didn't know that his nominal husband was the real heir to a wealthy family. The elder brother dreamed of marrying someone. Everyone said that the CEO was ruthless. But behind him, he violently bit his red lips and announced 'you are mine'."

The system wailed "God!"

Bei Guoxia insisted on memorizing the copy, and asked, "What do you think?"

After listening, Jason was silent for a moment, and asked, "Why did he bite him?"

"Huh?" Bei Guoxia was taken aback.

"Oh, you want to say KISS..." Jason suddenly realized, "You must have never kissed before?"

If it was sending a message, Bei Guoxia would reply with an emoji of Tuzki leaning on the wall and covering his chest, spitting blood.

In the eyes of Bei Guoxia's grief and anger, Jason raised his hands: "I understand. You want to sell this book to ease the financial pressure."

"correct."

Jason thought about it.

Then he said, "I figured it out, I'm going to stay with you guys."

"Oh, that's good," Bei Guoxia was very happy, and asked casually, "Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Jason scratched his hair and replied: "It took Mitchell ten years to complete a work. I don't think it's that easy for a writer to sell books. You guys saved me. Before you succeeded, I thought, maybe I can help you." Share something."

System defamation: Why are you so euphemistic, just say that you are worried that he will starve to death if you leave it alone.

"Are you talking about Margaret Mitchell, the author of Gone with the Wind?" Bagel Charleau said, "I really like reading this book."

"Really? Then how can you write..." Jason blurted out, braked in time, and changed the subject, "Have you read a lot of books?"

"Of course." When it came to books, Bei Guoxia had something to talk about, and joked, "Try it and see if you can tell me what I haven't read."

In fact, Jason really didn't say it.

No matter which book you are talking about, whether it is Milijian literature or other national literature, whether it is classic literature or popular literature, Baguoxia will say "oh", and then say "this is this book" flatly, and then talk about the book incessantly. The content and background of the text, the author's anecdotes, and he can recite two or three paragraphs of the content casually.

Jason: "..."

System: I can't believe it! !

Jason obviously wavered in his judgment.

He asked: "Your work...can you tell me a little more about it?"

Bei Guoxia didn't know why, and recited the beginning of the paragraph again.

Halfway through the recitation, he found Jason covering his face with his hands, whispering, and could vaguely hear half of the sentence "why".

Bei Guoxia comforted him: "If your body hasn't recovered, don't force yourself to talk. I won't feel that it's embarrassing for two people to walk in silence."

"Okay..." Jason replied worriedly.

Baguoxia found Leo and introduced Jason to him.

Seeing the Ninja Turtles, Jason's eyes were a little surprised, but he hid it well: "Thank you."

Li Ao was very happy: "Just wake up, it's time for Mickey and I to go back to our teacher."

"Hey? Aren't you staying?" Baguoxia asked in surprise.

"The style of Gotham is not suitable for us." Leo took the chicken soup, "We live in the sewers of New York, if you come to New York, remember to come and play with us."

Baguoxia was a little moved.

"Next time." He said.

"By the way," Leo patted his head. "Miqi and I found two business cards in the trash can. They are the contact information of a private doctor. Maybe you can use them."

He dug out two dripping business cards from the shell.

Baguo Xia took it over to have a look:

One is "Doctor House".

One was "Doctor Hannibal."

"I'll be in touch, thanks." He put the card in his pocket.

Coincidentally, he also felt that Jason needed a formal inspection.

"There are still some coins here." Leo held out another handful of coins, "People dropped them, and we will pick them up and save them up. I think you can use them."

"Thank you!" Baguoxia hugged him tightly.

After he let go, Jason also knelt down and hugged Leo.

"Hey," the little tortoise was obviously a little shy, but also a little happy, "don't be so exaggerated."

An hour later, in an unnoticed alley, the manhole cover on the ground was pushed away.

Four people crawled out of the sewer one after another, greedily breathing the fresh air.

Baguoxia smiled and looked at the three companions, noticing that Jason was stunned.