ID number 019

Chen Yang hung up the phone.

Xiangdong spat out the chicken bone: "Can cats make phone calls?"

Chen Yang was thinking about the child at home: "What?"

"Little wild cat, isn't it the one who called you?" Xiang Dong covered half of his face pretentiously, "It makes my teeth hurt."

Chen Yang looked at his actions: "You have been infected by Wen Qing."

east:"……"

His hand covering his face trembled: "Damn it, don't mention that shit to me!"

Chen Yang said: "The main reason is that you mentioned too much."

"Okay, don't change the subject, it's useless." Xiangdong gnawed on another chicken wing, "Whether the other party has three heads and six arms or a god descended from the mortal world, you have to get used to controlling you like this, and the wife is strict with me... ..."

Chen Yang continued, "The tooth hurts again?"

Xiang Dong choked and coughed, the chicken wings seemed to be too much to eat, he threw the remaining half on the plate.

"That voice is a man, you tell me you are not my type, play me."

Chen Yang said calmly: "It's a man, that's right, he is my younger brother."

"You're just a fucking younger sister, you'll die early..."

Xiang Dong saw that the eyes on the other side had changed, Ni Lin seemed to be angry after being scratched, and his words changed: "Where did you get your brother? You gave birth to yourself?"

Chen Yang inhaled: "It's really a younger brother, believe it or not, it's up to you."

Saying to go.

Xiang Dong stretched his legs: "Try walking."

Chen Yang suddenly turned cold.

Xiangdong wiped the oil on his hands, pushed the chair and stood up, with a physique of more than 1.8 meters, and his whole body was full of tendons, with an imposing manner: "I just said such a sentence, you give me a face, Chen Yang, you sure."

Chen Yang smiled bluntly: "I still have a lot of things to buy, I'm in a hurry."

"Okay, I'm not an unreasonable person." Xiang Dong took out his phone, "Report the number."

Before Chen Yang opened his mouth, Xiang Dong said: "I know you are like this. When I was in school, I was never asked for a phone call. I am only a lot more than you. I understand the routines of sending people. I am your senior. If you dare to play tricks with me, I will be unreasonable."

Not forgetting narcissism when threatening.

KFC came whispering.

There was no strange look in their eyes, only part of them saw the handsome man's glow, and part of them were curious about the excitement.

When the waiter delivered the food, he frequently looked sideways, for fear that the two would fight in the store.

No one would think that this is a story about a dog who wants to eat cabbage, but the cabbage does not want to be bitten by it.

Xiang Dong's words and deeds are very straight. He doesn't talk about his sexual orientation, so others can't see that he is crooked.

But he just loves to mess around.

"Report, baby, what is 13? Or what is 18?"

Everyone in KFC: "..."

baby?

gay?Nothing like it.

Chen Yang picked up a few shopping bags with goosebumps, and was about to speak, when a figure ran down from the second floor of the commotion KFC, and jumped on Xiang Dong with lightning speed.

"what?"

Xiangdong pulled the person on his back away.

The little beauty pursed her mouth so delicately and charmingly: "Husband, it's me, how can you push him, I'll beat you with a fist."

Xiangdong has a lot of debts, some can't remember clearly, but...

He swiped up and down, it's too coquettish, he won't eat this one, right?

"Tell me, who are you and what do you want to do?" Xiang Dong pinched the beauty's delicate neck.

The beauty's indistinguishable face was full of coquettish anger: "I'm your baby, I want you to buy me a finger-licking chicken, I forgot to buy a chick."

Everyone in KFC: "..."

east:"……"

"What shit!"

Xiangdong was so disgusted that he wanted to spit out the chicken wings, he threw the person aside roughly: "You bastard, please quickly take a taxi to Changning Mental Hospital, where you can get treatment if you are sick."

"Hmm." The little beauty covered her face, "Damn ghost, why are you doing this?"

"Before I settled the score with you, you beat me up and called me weird. I heard you calling someone else's baby just now. What are you trying to do? If you don't explain this to me, I... I will ...I won't be with you anymore."

Turning his head suddenly to the east, there is Chen Dacaicai on the opposite side.

Damn it!

Chen Yang got on the bus to buy hot pot elsewhere, the phone in his pocket rang again, it was his partner at home, did he have a pet?

Still not weaned.

Chen Yang replied a few words and put the phone back. He grabbed the armrest and thought about KFC. That person was helping him create an opportunity for him to leave.

Thank you next time we meet again.

Suddenly aware of a line of sight cast from the back row, Chen Yang looked in that direction, it was a strange uncle.

I can't tell what kind of look it is.

Chen Yang found that he couldn't ignore it. He said "give way" one by one from the front to the back: "Uncle, do you know me?"

The uncle didn't speak or shake his head, just looked up at him without moving his eyes.

Chen Yang's first reaction was that he had entered the mission world.

The mission is on the bus, and the target is this uncle.

The entire thinking mode is a complete set, and it is naturally formed in the mind without getting stuck.

Just when Chen Yang was about to check the signal with his mobile phone, a voice arrival reminder sounded in the bus.

"The next stop is Xifu Station. Passengers who want to get off please go to the back door..."

Not long after, the bus slowly stopped at Xifu Station, a group of people got off, and another group came up.

The air outside the car ran into the car, and the air in the car ran out of the car, and the two collided.

The streets are full of traffic and noise.

Familiar with the words, familiar with the popularity, Chen Yang put down the hand that was holding the armrest, and wiped the sweat from his palm on his pants.

Not a mission, this is the real world.

Chen Yang felt that he was a bit nervous, and if he continued like this, he would have to register in a mental hospital sooner or later.

As soon as he made a dumbfounding expression, his face froze.

That uncle is still looking at him!

The bus is very old, and it moves slowly, and the people in the bus bump along with it, spreading silent complaints and dissatisfaction.

Chen Yang was about to get off in two stops. He lowered his head to meet those dim eyes, trying to smile politely, but he couldn't move the corners of his mouth.

The person next to the uncle got up, Chen Yang turned sideways to let him go to the rear door, and he sat in that seat.

The uncle's neck followed him.

Chen Yang put the shopping bag by his feet, and stuffed his hand into the pocket of his coat: "Uncle, where do you want to get off?"

The uncle still didn't speak, just looked at him.

Chen Yang looked at the uncle. He was dressed in ordinary but not sloppy clothes. There were many beards around his face, so he couldn't see his real face clearly.

The fingernails on the legs are very long, and I don't know how long they haven't been trimmed.

While Chen Yang looked at him, the uncle kept looking at him, dumbfounded.

"Uncle, you..."

A scream came from the front: "Big brother, why did you come up in the sports car again?"

"My mother, your daughter must not worry to death!"

An aunt who got on the bus at Xifu Station bumped into the people in the aisle and squeezed into the back row, with a large bag in her hand.

Chen Yang stood up and gave up his seat: "Auntie, you belong to uncle..."

"Thanks, lad."

The aunt sat down and said, "I don't know him well. I just ran into this big brother on the bus last time. He didn't know anything when I asked him. I thought he was sick with something!"

Chen Yang said, "Alzheimer's disease?"

"Yes, that's it!"

The aunt clapped her legs: "The driver and I took this elder brother to the Public Security Bureau last time, and saw his daughter there."

"He doesn't remember anything. If he doesn't stay at home, he has to run outside. He has to take the bus. It's been like this since three or four years ago. He doesn't know where he wants to go, or he can't remember because he is thinking about himself. I’ve heard his niece say all of this.”

"Before seventy or eighty, I will suffer from this disease. I will suffer, and my family will also suffer, hey."

When Chen Yang heard his aunt mention three or four years ago, he couldn't help being a little dazed. At that time, his sister died and he was seriously injured and hospitalized.

wrong!

How did he get hurt?

Can't remember.

Chen Yang's throat tightened, why didn't he pay attention to this matter?

And the younger sister, in his cognition, it seemed that he only knew that she was dead, and that he failed to save her in time. With such a concept, he didn't recall the situation at that time.

All kinds of details are automatically blocked.

Obviously, those traces of life are clearly remembered, as if it was just yesterday.

Selective amnesia?

This symptom exists, and there is also a medical basis. The human body has a defense system. Some people will instinctively choose to forget some people and some things when they are greatly stimulated.

more in line with his experience.

When he asked Jane about the scar behind his left ear, he didn't answer, and he comforted himself that it shouldn't be important, otherwise he wouldn't forget it.

Now it seems that the scar is caused by that injury, and I have forgotten it.

He's also just a normal guy who will choose to escape reality at some point.

Just forget it, people have to move forward.

Chen Yang's consciousness gradually recovered. Selective amnesia was different in nature from Li Yue's. The former had nothing to do with urban anecdotes, while the latter was an outlier among the taskers.

Why not take advantage of this time to go to the Ninth Rehabilitation Hospital.

That's the end of this train.

Chen Yang signaled the aunt who swiped the phone to look at the uncle: "Why is he staring at me?"

The aunt is looking at the chat records of the WeChat group: "I don't know about this, it must be a coincidence."

Chen Yang looked at the uncle: "Don't talk to me either."

"Last time he talked." The aunt looked at him, but she didn't see anything. "It's probably because his condition got worse. It will change after a while."

Chen Yang stretched out his hand and waved it in front of the uncle's eyes.

The uncle blinked reflexively, without moving his gaze away.

Like nailed him.

"Big brother? Big brother!" The aunt yelled a few times but there was no response, her eyes turned to Chen Yang and the big brother, "Young man, I think this is good, why don't you send him to the police station."

Chen Yang: "..."

So Chen Yang sent the uncle to the Public Security Bureau, accompanied by the aunt and the driver.

Chen Yang didn't go in, he watched from under the steps.

The uncle was brought in, with his neck twisted all the way back, as if he was persistently looking for something or someone. When he found Chen Yang, he looked at it like he was in the car.

But the eyes are blank.

As my aunt said, I don't even know what to look for.

At nearly five o'clock, Chen Yang appeared at the door of the Ninth Rehabilitation Hospital, waiting for Zhang Qi to come out to pick him up.

It seems that I missed something, forget it, and talk about it later.

Zhang Qi came quickly, looking very tall and straight in his newly issued black uniform, he patted Chen Yang on the shoulder and said that he just met yesterday, why did he come here today.

Chen Yang said he felt a little uncomfortable, so he came over to have a look.

Zhang Qi frowned: "Didn't you have a good day yesterday?"

"I don't know." Chen Yang sighed, "I can't tell, it's just my back hurts and I'm tired."

Zhang Qi asked suspiciously: "Brother, why do I hear that you lie down too much?"

Chen Yang twitched.

After registering, Zhang Qi took Chen Yang to the door of an office, and politely called: "Doctor Sun, my brother Chen Yang is here."

A cool voice came from inside: "Come in."

Chen Yang knocked on the door in a daze and went in.

The office is full of very strong obsessive-compulsive disorder style, and the cold standardization makes people feel restrained.

In front of the table is a gentle man in his 30s, with a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose, a neat white coat, a blue shirt and a striped tie, a stethoscope around his neck, and an elegant posture.

Sun Wenjun, the person who replaced Li Yue in Chen Yang's memory.

Chen Yang was constantly impacted by strange feelings, a storm blew up in his mind, and he didn't move for a long time.

Sun Wenjun looked up from the computer: "Xiao Yangyang, did you bring the medical records?"

What is Xiao Yangyang's name?Chen Yang's expression management almost collapsed, he cleared his throat: "I forgot."

The medical records are in a drawer of his nightstand.

It was not Li Yue who signed it, but Sun Wenjun.

"It's okay, if you don't bring it, don't take it, it doesn't matter, you sit first." Sun Wenjun clicked the mouse, his handsome face was smiling, "What's uncomfortable?"

Chen Yang sat opposite the man: "Chest tightness."

"Well, where else?"

Chen Yang pretended to be thinking hard: "I can't describe anything else."

"Come here."

Sun Wenjun turned the chair, grabbed the stethoscope and approached, and found that Chen Yang was sitting still, a strange look appeared in his eyes behind the lens, and he said a little teasingly: "Xiao Yangyang, it's only been two days since you were discharged from the hospital, why don't you know me?" I'm the same."

Chen Yang's heart tightened, and he said with a smile: "Why, I'm afraid that something will happen to my body, and I'm suspicious, so I'm very nervous."

"You had a full-body examination before you left. I personally supervised you. As far as the reconstruction is concerned, you are very successful. Don't be nervous. Relax. Pull down the zipper of your jacket. Yes, that's it. Put your hands down and don't block them. I listen to your heart and lungs."

Next, Chen Yang found an excuse to mention his treatment for more than three years to Sun Wenjun, and observed quietly.

From the treatment to the awakening, and then to the recovery, this man is very clear and fits the status of the attending doctor.

There's nothing unreasonable about it, nothing half-deviant about it.

Chen Yang's health was very good, so Sun Wenjun couldn't find anything.

"Don't rush to find a job." Sun Wenjun said, "Take your time and don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Chen Yang lowered his eyes: "Doctor Sun, I..."

Sun Wenjun stopped holding the water glass in the air, and teased, "Didn't you call me Brother Xiaowen?"

Chen Yang: "..."

"You will be born after you are discharged from the hospital." Sun Wenjun laughed before Chen Yang answered, "You used to ask me to read to you with a book, saying that I am the best brother doctor in the world."

Chen Yang was stunned.

It's not me, absolutely not.

Chen Yang sat down as if struck by lightning: "Then you read it?"

"If you don't read, you won't sleep." Sun Wenjun said helplessly, "It will only be a matter of time, and then you will be able to sleep by yourself."

That means, I am very pleased that you can sleep by yourself, the child has grown up.

Chen Yang was speechless.

The man took off the rimless glasses, the pupils were not pure black, but a little gray: "Xiao Yangyang, the feeling you give me is different from the one before you were discharged from the hospital. You are nervous, cramped, and defensive, and absent-minded. Tell me about it." What happened at home?"

Chen Yang was shocked by the sensitivity of this person, and said hesitantly: "Nothing happened, but I have a book..."

""Relationship between Consciousness and the World of Quantum Theory." Sun Wenjun wiped the lens slowly, "It's about this book, your lifeblood, why, your changes are because of it, lost or dirty, making you so absent state?"

Chen Yang shook his head: "It's not lost or dirty."

"That's where there is something you don't understand."

Sun Wenjun leaned his upper body forward, pressed his elbows on the table, his tone and eyes were gentle: "Send it to me when you go back, and I'll explain it to you, remember to send it to me, huh?"

Chen Yang couldn't keep up with this development.

The conversation ended with Sun Wenjun performing an operation.

Chen Yang sat in a chair in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Qi poked his head in: "Brother, are you okay?"

Chen Yang rubbed his face: "It's okay."

"That's idle, idle sickness." Zhang Qi patted him brightly and laughed a few times, looked at the office, "Where is Dr. Sun, is he busy?"

"Ah."

Chen Yang remembered that his nurse was called Ah Jiu, who was tall and big, and was very calm in his work, seldom talked, and was always silent.

He asked Zhang Qi, and Ah Jiu was not there as expected.

Zhang Qi said that his nurse was named Wang Gui, who was taking care of an old man in the ward on the seventh floor, and took him to see him.

Wang Gui was very enthusiastic towards Chen Yang, as soon as he saw him, he grabbed his hand and asked non-stop, why did he come to the hospital, is he in good health, is it a complication of sequelae and so on.

Chen Yang felt the same about him as Sun Wenjun, very strange.

Li Yue doesn't exist, neither does Ah Jiu.

Of the three people who have been closely related to him in the past three years, two have been replaced by others with one click.

His relationship with them has not been completely changed, some are the same and some are not.

Zhang Qi, who has not changed at all, has become a different kind.

Chen Yang followed Zhang Qi downstairs, and when he walked through the corridor, he looked at one place.

Zhang Qi's nagging stopped: "What's wrong?"

Chen Yang pointed to him: "I remember there is an elevator there."

"No." Zhang Qi said.

Chen Yang was a little uncertain: "No?"

Zhang Qi raised his thick black eyebrows: "I can still remember correctly."

Chen Yang scratched his head, but his eyes were still there.

"and many more!"

A little nurse ran over panting and handed it to Chen Yang: "Sir, I found this when I was tidying up ward 401. I originally wanted Brother Zhang to hand it over to you, but I forgot about it these two days."

Chen Yang looked at the thing, it was a diary.

He suppressed his emotional fluctuations and took it, gratefully said: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

The little nurse said: "The cover is so old, it must be very important, sir, don't leave it behind in the future, otherwise it will be hard to get it back if you lose it, and you can only regret it at that time."

Chen Yang said "hmm": "You are right, I will keep it safe."

The little nurse smiled at him.

When he reached the stairs, Chen Yang turned his head, the little nurse was still smiling at him, and the curve of her mouth remained unchanged.

Zhang Qi didn't seem to want to probe other people's privacy, he didn't mention anything about Chen Yang's diary.

Chen Yang took the initiative to chat: "Brother Qi, do you have any impression of my diary?"

"I haven't seen you take it before." Zhang Qi hugged his shoulders and said jokingly, "You kid still keeps a diary, it must be full of painful youth, I understand."

Chen Yang: "..."

Didn't it mean that when he came in seriously injured, he was holding that book in his hand, so where did this diary... come from?

Chen Yang opened the first page while walking, but it was blank.

He didn't turn over after that.

When Chen Yang came out of the hospital, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother Qi, there's one thing I've always been curious about. Why are all the medical staff and patients in District A here male, while District C is all female?"

Zhang Qi was inexplicably asked by him: "Isn't that the case?"

Chen Yang was dumbfounded, it has always been like this, and no one in Qingcheng said it was unreasonable, and there was no discussion on the Internet about this general hospital that has both a rehabilitation center and a medical center.

It just exists so unreasonably, and it is no different from a special delicacy in Qingcheng, and its attractions are the same.

Speaking of scenic spots, Chen Yang thought of the magazine at the train station. The Sanlian Bridge on it was different from the one in the real world. There was an extra place. He took a picture of it, but he couldn't find it when he came out.

When Chen Yang was about to reach the east gate of Area A, he turned around and looked back.

The hospital occupies a large area.

Chen Yang lay in the ward for more than two years, and recovered for more than half a year. He had never been to many places in Area A.

"Why is there no area B here?"

Zhang Qi was baffled again, wondering what was going on with my brother, how could he keep asking questions that three-year-olds in Qingcheng didn't ask.

"If you don't have it, you don't have it. You don't care how it is built, what does it have to do with us."

Chen Yang bid farewell to Zhang Qi, and went to the platform alone under the hazy sky.

Strange.

Everything is wrong.

Even Sanlianqiao's half of the commercial housing and half of the one-story houses, Chen Yang thought it was strange.

Maybe it's because all of his confusions can't be resolved, and more piles are piled up one by one, and now he feels that there is something wrong with everything he looks at.

It all started with returning from the mission world.

Chen Yang stopped walking, a feeling of numbness rushed from the back of his head to his back.

If he hadn't entered the mission world, would Li Yue and Ah Jiu still be there?

There is no way to verify it, he has already entered.

It's not up to him to decide the beginning, let alone the end.

Chen Yang continued to walk forward, and stopped after a few steps. Li Yue's situation was related to his identity number, and it was all about the mission world.

Then why is Ah Jiu?

Could it be that their lives were replaced by others, not because of what they did, but because of what he did?

What can he do?

It should be impossible to do anything, but what happened to him...

This direction is a little scary.

Chen Yang's breathing became short and disordered. He clenched the shopping bag tightly in his hand, took several deep breaths with a pale face, and then changed his route to Changning Mental Hospital.

The result of the diagnosis was that he was not crazy, he was in good health, not even neurasthenia.

Chen Yang went to two hospitals, but the gains were negligible, he basically just went in circles, and he returned home in a daze.

The lights in the room were not turned on, the curtains on the balcony were drawn, it was very dark, and there was a rattling sound from the sofa.

It's the sound of granulated medicine crashing in the bottle.

Chen Yang shook his hand holding the key, remembering what he had missed.

He closed the door, quickly took off the shoes he wore from outside, and went to turn on the light with his socks on without changing his cotton slippers.

The living room was brightened up, the temperature was still cold and windy and snowy.

Chen Yang carried the shopping bag to the coffee table: "I was busy and forgot the time."

The boy shook the pill bottle.

Chen Yang smelled the dangerous aura on him, and stepped back.

The boy lowered his eyes: "Before five o'clock."

Chen Yang explained seriously: "I really have something to do."

"Before five o'clock."

The boy repeated, monotonous and hair-raising.

Chen Yang frowned: "I didn't remember it, you can call me to remind me, why didn't you..."

"boom"

The medicine bottle was thrown onto the tea table vigorously, and bounced and hit Chen Yang's instep. He said angrily, "Chao Jian, you!"

"Mobile phone." The boy stretched out his hand.

Chen Yang glanced at his wide palm, and fumbled for his pocket for a few seconds.

I didn't know if I didn't touch it, but I found out that the phone was turned off.

"..."

So it was called, but it didn't get through.

Chen Yang has a paternalistic self-blame mentality of leaving his child at home and only coming back after playing wildly outside.

"Have you had dinner yet?" He tried to turn the matter around.

Looking up Jane's eyelids, the blood in his eyes was irritated and cold.

Chen Yang's self-blame turned into fear, and he couldn't provoke this person anymore, so he made a cup of cereal and said, "I haven't eaten dinner yet, you hold on first, I'll cook it."

There was a grunting sound from behind, the medicine bottle was hit like a ball, and the boy's voice was lukewarm: "Go to the hospital?"

Chen Yang sniffed the clothes, but didn't smell anything. He briefly talked about his visit to the psychiatrist.

"Then?"

Zhao Jian swung the crutches and hit the medicine bottle against the wall, one after another: "Did you get diagnosed with schizophrenia, or split personality? Or delusional disorder?"

Chen Yang: "...I am healthy."

Chao Jian stopped mutilating the medicine bottle, and a gasp escaped from the depths of his throat. He had a half-smile: "I see you are very disappointed with this diagnosis."

Chen Yang was powerless to refute.

Chao Jian began to pump the medicine bottle again, breathing heavily: "In the waiting room of the station, what did I tell you, I should remember it, and I will always remember it."

Chen Yangxin said, I don't want to investigate either, I just can't control it.

The cohabitants in the real world are partners in the task world, and they are also patients with mental illnesses. The illness seems to be very long and cannot be separated from drugs.

Chen Yang couldn't describe his mood, he went to take a bath after cooking the noodles.

On the dinner table are shredded pork noodles with shiitake mushrooms, which are steaming and very fragrant.

Teenager on the couch is pouring pills.

There was a shout coming from the bathroom, which sounded vague and warm amidst the sound of water.

"Eat the noodles quickly, it will become mushy after a while!"

The boy's eyelids moved slightly, and he put the pills he held between his fingers back into the bottle. He leaned on crutches and walked to the table, looked at the bowl of noodles, sat down after a few moments, and put them into his mouth without much blowing.

Chen Yang took a long bath this time, and when he came out, the young man had already finished eating noodles and washed all the dishes.

"I ran into Xiangdong in the afternoon, that's when you called me."

Chen Yang wiped the water from his head: "He told me..."

"There's just a bowl of noodles in the pot." The boy stopped him.

Chen Yang glanced at the person who was typing on the computer: "I ate outside."

Chao Jian raised her head from the computer screen.

Chen Yang said knowingly: "You probably don't want to eat pancakes and fruit."

Looking at him at Jane: "you do it."

Chen Yang didn't even think about it: "I won't."

Chao Jian: "You will."

Chen Yang said: "I really don't know how to do it."

Chao Jian put on the earphones, took the laptop and went back to the room without saying a word.

Chen Yang pulled down the towel to wipe off the water that dripped on his face, wasn't he talking about Xiang Dong, why did he abduct in such a mess.

The pancake fruit turned out to be the protagonist.

His hair stopped dripping, so Chen Yang took out a diary from a shopping bag and leaned against the door to look.

The first page is blank.

The second page is lines, the third page, the fourth page, the fifth page... all the lines after that.

There are horizontal ones and vertical ones, the distribution is uneven, and no regularity can be seen.

Chen Yang never had the habit of keeping a diary since he was a child. This notebook is not his, he is sure.

Then why did the little nurse give it to him?

Chen Yang returned to the second page. There were four horizontal lines on the paper, two long and two short.

The third page has eleven lines, all horizontal lines, and the same length.

The person involved seemed to be drawing against a ruler, and the naked eye could not see the slightest error.

Chen Yang turned back, and these lines penetrated from his eyes into his brain, wrapping the ball of wool inside again.

If it was Wenqing who shared these things, I don't know how excited it would be.

Chen Yang closed the diary. At this moment, he had the illusion that he couldn't distinguish between the real world and the mission world.

There seem to be more mysteries here.

Why am I stuck in these mysteries...

Who am I...

A voice suddenly sounded from the bottom of Chen Yang's heart, he suddenly woke up, and got used to guessing riddles.

Complicating the problem is a terrible thing, so keep it simple.

Otherwise it is easy to lose sight of the truth.

Chen Yang went to the room and told the follow-up of Xiang Dong's topic.

Chao Jian leaned on the bed and looked at the computer without raising her eyelids: "As long as you are alive, you will have a chance to meet again."

The breath that Chen Yang had been bored for several hours dissipated just like that.

Also.

Although it is random for the taskers to enter the task, the further they go, the greater the chance of the second and third cooperation.

Chen Yang suddenly knelt down beside the bed: "They are all from Qingcheng."

"Is there too much population in Qingcheng, and some of them are going to be taken away in this way?"

Moved towards Jane's legs under the quilt: "It's on me."

Chen Yang hurriedly moved away, and continued, "If this goes on, won't the last people left in this city be taskers?"

Chao Jian said lightly: "Do your own thing well, and leave what you can't manage."

"Your mentality really makes me envious."

Chen Yang fell sideways on the bed, hugged his legs and rolled into the bed, pausing a few times during the rolling process.

Chao Jian's face twitched: "Then you also take some medicine?"

"Boom"

Chen Yang knocked his head against the wall.

Last night Chen Yang fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow, but not tonight. He was very energetic when he went to bed and didn't feel sleepy at all.

Chen Yang held the book to read, and glanced at the person next to him from the corner of his eye.

What's going on, why isn't the atmosphere uncomfortable at all?

Where does this feeling of left hand touching right hand come from?

Turning to Jane: "What are you looking at?"

Chen Yang raised the book in his hand.

"Intelligent?"

Chen Yang didn't understand: "What?"

Chao Jian: "With the function of automatic page turning, you can understand the content without looking at it."

Chen Yang silently turned over a page of the book.

The partner retorted: "If you don't want to watch it, don't watch it, don't pretend."

Chen Yang was at a loss for words, the next moment he stood up, and said righteously: "Then you didn't look at the computer either!"

"If you don't look at me, how do you know I haven't read the book?"

A look of "Small, I caught the evidence this time, I can't turn around."

Chao Jian: "Oh."

Chen Yang had a premonition that he was about to be abused, but as expected, this person dealt him a fatal blow.

"So, I read the computer, and you and I also read it, okay?"

Chen Yang never won a fight, he stuffed the book behind the headboard of the bed, and moved closer to his partner.

Chao Jian made a typo.

The page was quickly closed and replaced with another one.

Chen Yang didn't notice that the teenager's hand was caught by his parents while watching a movie: "Let's chat."

"Do not want to."

"There is no way to relax in the mission world," Chen Yang said to himself, "If we don't talk when we come out, how can we cultivate a tacit understanding between us?"

Looking at the tip of his nose at Jane: "Cultivate what?"

"Tacit understanding." Chen Yang remembered that people were born in sorrow and died in peace, "There will definitely be games like the little rabbit looking for carrots in the future."

Chao Jian pulled up the quilt: "So what do you want to do?"

Chen Yang thought about it and said, "Let's have a quick question and answer?"

Chao Jian asked back: "Are you ready to tell the truth?"

Chen Yang's expression changed slightly.

Chao Jian didn't ridicule, but said in a declarative tone: "If you can't do it, don't try."

Chen Yang rubbed the tip of his nose: "I haven't figured out some things myself."

"I can tell you the rest."

Chao Jian was silent for a moment, and gave a big jump to the topic: "Let's watch a movie."

Chen Yang lay down under the quilt: "I'm sleepy."

I still watched the movie, a comedy.

Chen Yang looked at it for a while in disbelief, and found that it was really laughing and joking.

"Switch to a ghost movie?"

The voice in his ear was like a gust of wind, half of Chen Yang's body was cold, he said seriously: "No, this is fine."

Zhao Jian hums lightly.

Chen Yang ignored him and started watching the movie by himself. As he watched, he felt that something was missing in his hand.

A bag of potato chips was lost.

After a while, besides the sound of the movie, the bedside was buzzing.

When Sun Wenjun's call came, Chen Yang had only one bag of potato chips left, so he asked Chao Jian, who was lying outside, to bring him the bedside phone.

"Doctor Sun, is there something wrong at this late hour?"

"Brother Xiaowen" Chen Yang couldn't call out, and there was nothing he could do if he was suspected.

Sun Wenjun didn't care about his title this time, he just said: "I just finished that operation, I think I'll call you."

His voice was hoarse and tired.

Chen Yang moved his paralyzed body up: "I just finished it now, it's been so hard."

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Sun Wenjun said, "Why didn't you send me the picture? Don't you understand the book?"

Chen Yang said nonsense: "I figured it out myself."

Sun Wenjun laughed: "That's it, next time if you don't understand, you can come to me."

Chen Yang said, "No need, you are so busy."

"There is still time to read." Sun Wenjun paused for a second or two, "I heard that you took your diary when you left."

Chen Yang: "Yes."

Sun Wenjun laughed again: "Xiangyue is a good boy."

Then Chen Yang found out that the nurse's name was Xiangyue.

Like a girl's name.

Sun Wenjun asked Chen Yang to go to bed early without talking much.

Doctor, elder, friend, and elder brother, he jumped back and forth without hindrance.

Chen Yang handed the phone to the boy.

Turning to Jane and putting the phone back on the cabinet, he said when he hesitated to speak, "I'm going to finish the movie."

"Looking at it." Chen Yang heaved a sigh of relief.

Chao Jian didn't focus on the movie. He lowered his head and pressed the phone. He didn't know what he was doing, and there was a cloud of darkness between his brows.

"puff"

The people around me laughed while watching the movie.

Chao Jian stopped pressing the phone, and threw him another food.

after two o'clock in the morning

Chen Yang turned over in a daze, and turned his face facing the wall to the outside. He fumbled for the quilt and grabbed it in his arms, and suddenly remembered that there was a cohabitant next to him, so he put the quilt back again.

After grabbing and releasing like this, Chen Yang woke up a little bit, and it was because of this that he got up scared by the scene in front of him.

There was a man standing beside the bed.

He is very tall, leaning on crutches, and has been standing for an unknown amount of time.

Chen Yang wanted to touch the phone, but considering that the light from the phone shone through, the face couldn't be seen, so he asked in the dark, "Why don't you sleep?"

"I had a nightmare."

The boy's voice was stretched to the extreme, full of thick nasal, giving people a feeling of still trembling.

Chen Yang was dumbfounded.

This person has never been afraid in the mission world, and has always been calm about things. A dream can have such a big reaction.

What did I dream about...

After going through a lot of weird things during the day without dreaming, Chen Yang became dull for a while. He touched the wall and went down to touch the lights in the room.

"Don't turn on the lights!"

The boy let out a terrible roar, and hit the edge of the bed with his crutches so hard that the whole bed shook.

The manic breath behind made Chen Yang suffocate, he had no choice but to touch the wall and return to the bed, adjusted his state and comforted him: "Relax, the dreams are all fake."

There was a gasp in the darkness, very unsteady, like the cry for help from a seriously injured beast.

"is it?"

"Ang, yes," Chen Yang shook the quilt, straightened it up, and said gently