dreamer

The sweltering weather, the loud voices, the sun-baked skin had a faint burning sensation, and the sweat dripped down from his forehead.

Wei Xi was sitting on a cool chair in the playground, holding a bottle of warmed mineral water in his hand. His fair complexion and weak expression showed his discomfort with the overly lively outdoor environment around him. , but the people around him didn't seem to notice this.

Ji Ziyang looked at the game shooting range in the distance with great interest and tugged at Wei Xi's arm, "Come on, let's go over there and have a look."

Wei Xi nodded weakly, and slowly followed behind Ji Ziyang to the game shooting range in the distance.

He is really indifferent to places like playgrounds. If he had to choose, he would rather stay at home quietly than come to such crowded places.

But Ji Ziyang liked such a place very much.

Such tiring contacts have lasted for a long time. Ever since he came back from the town known as the hometown of the two of them, Ji Ziyang is like a child who has no scruples, eager to be with Wei Xi all the time. Have more opportunities to get along.

Originally, she was very resistant to this sudden closeness, Wei Xi clutched the mineral water in her hand, and followed Ji Ziyang lifelessly.The people in front would turn their heads to look at him from time to time, their eyes were full of tenderness, and the temperature was as scorching as the sun, all of which made people feel a little at a loss.

No wonder, a stranger suddenly appeared and looked at you with a smile, telling you that he is the old man who used to get along with you day and night and depended on each other for life, and after a few contacts, he will look for you every day , caring about everything about you, even seems to be familiar with the self that even you have never known, and thinking about the memories about the two of you that you don't know.It feels like reading a brand new novel, you don't know what kind of plot will appear in the next moment, but you can't get a sense of novelty and joy from it, and even feel a little overwhelming depression.

Because the novel is about your own past, and you don't know anything about it.

And seriously, on top of that, you're not interested at all.

The administrator in overalls handed Ji Ziyang a gun, and Ji Ziyang pointed a gun at the rows of small gifts and asked Wei Xi, "Which one do you want?"

Wei Xi looked at the gifts in the distance one by one, and before he could answer, Ji Ziyang said first, "Just the mask."

With a gunshot, the administrator handed over the knocked down mask to Ji Ziyang.

"Give you."

Wei Xi took the mask, it was a fox face with a red mark drawn between the brows.

"Thank you."

"It's okay," Ji Ziyang looked at Wei Xi, "I'll help you pick it up."

Before Wei Xi could react, Ji Ziyang took the mask in Wei Xi's hand and hung it obliquely on Wei Xi's head.After taking it, Ji Ziyang looked it up and down, showing a satisfied smile.

Very good, exactly the same as Wei Jiale in memory.

"Let's go shopping over there again."

The arm was held again, and an irresistible force pulled the body forward.

Wei Xi raised her head and looked at Ji Ziyang's back. The brown hair glowed faintly against the sunlight. It should be a very gentle color, but at this moment there was only endless fatigue.

He was really tired.

Getting along with Ji Ziyang like this really made him feel very tired.

If it was put ten years ago, when he just woke up, maybe he would still have some interest?

At that time, he didn't remember anything, just like a newborn, but unfortunately he had the feelings and thinking of an adult.My mind was filled with whiteness, I couldn't recognize anything about the past, and I didn't even know where I was.

If he could meet Kiko Yang at that time, it should be a blessing for him, right?

Frightened and helpless, if he could meet Kiko Yang at that time, he would definitely regard him as the only person he could rely on, right?

But it was too late, he no longer felt any curiosity about his past self.

who is he?What kind of person is he?What kind of past does he have?What kind of life should he lead?Questions like this have been pondered over ten thousand times in his mind, but in the end no one can give him an answer, not even his mother is willing to mention his past.

The woman who drank too much was sitting on the floor with a wine bottle, looked at him with a slightly playful look, and murmured, "How could this be...it must be your problem...no, no , it's me...it's all my fault...why did you forget everything? It's so easy...no, forget it...you are Wei Xi, you forgot everything...how could this happen...he is such a good person... It must be your fault, it's all your fault!"

Wei Xi guessed that his mother might hate her past self.

What kind of person was he?

He didn't want to know any more.

The boy named Wei Jiale had died ten years ago, and he was no longer the person Ji Ziyang kept talking about.

But the person in front of him seems to have never realized this.

"You like to eat this, I know."

"Don't you like reading this comic the most? I bought a whole set specially for you."

"You used to laugh exaggeratedly every time you told this joke."

"Trust me, I know what you're supposed to look like."

……

I have heard such words many times, and they always appear in Ji Ziyang's mouth with the same sentence pattern over and over again.

Why always treat him as someone else?

Wei Xi really wanted to refuse this kind of relationship, but he didn't know how to say it out. The only thing he had learned for a long time was to accept it. He was really not very good at how to refuse someone.

What's more, as long as he looks a little unhappy, Ji Ziyang will look at him with visible sad eyes, as if he has done something to hurt others again.

"Do you not like being with me?"

At that time, Ji Ziyang would suddenly hold Wei Xi's hand and say to Wei Xi in an almost begging tone, "I don't want to lose you anymore, I really can't live without you."

Wei Xi carefully pulled out her clenched hand, and gave Ji Ziyang a slightly apologetic look, "I'm sorry, no, it's just... can you stop doing this..."

Ji Ziyang seemed to realize that his behavior was a bit too much, so he quickly smiled casually, "Sorry, it's just that we have been separated for too long, and I am afraid that you will not be here again."

Saying this, he followed up as if to appease, "We are friends, we have played together since we were young, you know that."

"We were really close when we were kids."

Wei Xi lowered her head, not knowing what to say.

After a while, Ji Ziyang touched his arm again, and continued to look at him with a very pitiful look, "Please, don't hate me."

No one could bear to refuse that begging look, let alone Wei Xi.

In fact, he doesn't hate Ji Ziyang, he just thinks that the process of getting along between two people develops too fast, maybe because he has always been slow to react, he doesn't have a little extra time to digest after meeting Ji Ziyang everything.

To Wei Xi, Ji Ziyang is just a friend who just met, but to Ji Ziyang, Wei Xi has been the only one since childhood. Their starting lines are different.The speed they need for the development of each other's consciousness is not directly proportional, one is too slow, while the other is running forward at high speed impatiently, as if trying to recover all the time that has been lost for more than ten years.

Wei Xi was really tired.

Regarding Ji Ziyang's demeanor that was brought to him at the beginning, it gradually disappeared. While Wei Xi felt Ji Ziyang's love for him, an invisible sense of oppression also quietly surrounded the two of them.

But even so, it was not enough for Ji Ziyang.

Looking at Wei Xi who was completely different from the past beside him, Ji Ziyang silently thought in his heart, could he hurry up.

Let Wei Xi quickly change back to Wei Jiale in the past, and let the two of them return to the way they remembered.

It would be great if he could go faster, because he knew that if this continued, the two of them might not be able to hold on anymore.

Ji Ziyang is not a fool, he even knows the obvious truth better than others.He is a psychiatrist, what should Wei Xi be like with amnesia, what is Wei Xi like now compared to Wei Jiale in the past, how will Wei Xi feel when facing him... He actually know everything.

He is even very clear about what his own abnormal situation is like now.

He knew that his performance was not very good, and he might have brought a lot of pressure to Wei Xi in the process of getting along with Wei Xi.But he really couldn't control it. When he looked at Wei Xi, he couldn't help but bring the person in front of him into his past impressions.I want him to show me a bright smile like in the past, I want him to sleep peacefully on my back like in the past, I want to change back to the world where there are only two people, I want him to only see Just be yourself, nothing else matters.

That's why he childishly forced those things that didn't belong to Wei Xi on him, right?

He didn't care about his current preferences either, but based on the appearance of Wei Jiale in his memory, he applied everything he knew to Wei Xi, as long as he obeyed, as long as he could accept everything, maybe that's the case, Sooner or later, he will become the Wei Jiale that Ji Ziyang wanted again, right?

But only endless disappointment greeted Ji Ziyang.

Wei Xi is no longer the Wei Jiale she was back then.

This kind of getting along may be a torment for both of them, because neither Ji Ziyang nor Wei Xi can meet each other's needs as in the past.

Inside the towering Ferris wheel, Ji Ziyang and Wei Xi sat facing each other.

The scenery outside changes from high to low, and then from large to small. The person in front of him looks at the scenery outside the window without a touch of touch on his face, nor a trace of superfluous expression, let alone any romantic things happen.

If it was put on Wei Jiale in the past, what would happen now?

Ji Ziyang looked at Wei Xi's face, imagining how Wei Jiale felt.

If it was Wei Jiale, he would definitely look outside excitedly, and then sit by his side no matter what?

But now Wei Xi just sat there quietly, as if the opposite of him was nothing but air, and he was stingy with saying even a single polite word.

Ji Ziyang wanted to smoke again, and the powerless frustration made him hate himself, and he couldn't find the direction to work hard.

It was already dark when we went back, Ji Ziyang parked the car on the side of the road and sent Wei Xi downstairs.

The distance was neither long nor short, and there was still nothing to say between the two of them, as silent as two passers-by who happened to be on the way.

The excitement at the playground has disappeared with the darkening sky, not only Wei Xi, maybe even Ji Ziyang feels a little tired at this moment.

But what should he do?

When parting, Ji Ziyang still put on a relaxed smile, "I have work tomorrow, so we will have dinner together tonight?"

Wei Xi stood in front of the apartment door with her head down, as if she was thinking about something.

"Okay?"

"...tomorrow I want to paint at home..."

Perhaps this is the right choice. Both of them should take a good rest and have some extra time to push this sudden encounter back to a correct position.

But Ji Ziyang showed that expression of being frustrated after being rejected, and looked at Wei Xi pitifully.

Wei Xi pursed her lips, and said again in a stuttering voice, "...the day after tomorrow."

Then Ji Ziyang finally left with satisfaction.

Seeing the back of Ji Ziyang leaving, Wei Xi slowly let out a long breath.

Ever since I met Ji Ziyang, the only time I feel relieved is watching him leave.

He really hated that feeling. In Ji Ziyang's eyes, he couldn't see himself at all, as if he was being treated as a substitute, although the person being replaced was also himself.

What a tangled feeling it is.

Wei Xi threw the keys on the table, took off her clothes and walked into the bathroom, hoping that the warm bath water could wash away her exhaustion.

The sound of rushing water filled the entire room, and hot water vapor rose in a short while.

After an unknown amount of time, when Wei Xi came out of the bathroom wiping her hair, she found that the light in the living room was off.

Did he turn on the light when he came back?

It should have been opened, he can't remember clearly.

Things like this happen often, and it’s the same for ordinary people. They should have locked the door, but found that the door is open; they should have turned off the power, but found that the power is still on; There was a glass of water next to the bed, but when I woke up, I found that water glass in the bathroom; I should have washed the clothes, but found a few unwashed clothes in the basket...

People call this kind of thing carelessness and carelessness, which is very common.

Maybe it's just that Wei Xi is a little more serious, and it must have something to do with his head injury.

Wei Xi put the towel aside, walked towards the living room by the light of the bathroom, trying to turn on the ceiling light switch on the wall.

But he didn't want to trip over the clothes under his feet and almost fell to the ground.

At this moment, a chuckle came from the dark corner.

It was short and sweet, sounding like she was mocking Wei Xi's clumsiness, but with a touch of gentle pampering.

Wei Xi froze for a moment, then looked up at the dark corner blankly.The position of the switch is too far away. To see the dark corner clearly, he can only use the mobile phone on the table beside him. However, when he reached out to touch the table, he found that the mobile phone on the table had disappeared at some point. It was put there when I came back, but I can't find it now.

Wei Xi leaned on the wall and asked softly into the dark corner, "...is that you?"

In the quiet room, only the occasional sound of water dripping on the floor could be heard from the bathroom.

"Long thinking?"

Wei Xi asked again in a low voice.

After an unknown amount of time, the familiar and pleasant voice finally sounded in the dark and empty room.

"…kindness."