captive hacker god

Light yellow and light green, combined with black and white to form a huge house, the color system makes it easy to let go of the tense mood at first glance, and get some peace from the busy urban life.

There are two cups of black tea on the small table, and there are butter cookies with a strong aroma of butter next to it. There is one person sitting on each of the two sofas. With the faint scent of lavender, I half-closed my eyes and thought that fortunately no soft music was played, otherwise he would really fall asleep.

The man sitting opposite had a soft and elegant voice, which sounded very pleasant at first glance, making the young man's eyelids droop again and again.

"Owen, have you been dreaming recently?"

"No."

"Your breath looks very good. It seems that the recent treatment progress is very good." The man's eyes softened, and he lowered his head while writing and chatting with the young man.

"It's okay." The young man's voice was still cold.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, put the pen on his chin, and said with a little doubt: "You seem to have become quiet."

Hearing this, Li Owen slowly opened his eyes, tilted his head and glanced at him impatiently, and said in his heart: "It's not that I have become quiet, but that I don't want to talk to you."

What's more, he is not Li Owen at all, if possible, he does not want to come here to suffer.

That look seemed indifferent, but the man was thinking that Owen was really different from before. In the past, he was shy and introverted. It was just now that he discovered that Owen had beautiful peach blossom eyes, which seemed to be charged with electricity. Attractive and glamorous, he was stunned for a moment as if he would be hooked off his soul inadvertently.

How come I never felt that before?The man was puzzled, was it because the bangs were cut off too long?

Thinking of this, he carefully looked at the young man in front of him. The young man was lying half-lying on the sofa comfortably. This should have been a slightly awkward gesture, but the lazy young man looked like an elegant pure-blood Persian cat. , with thin bangs hanging down in front of his forehead, and the broken hair beside his cheeks make his face more detailed, making the already delicate facial features more beautiful. His aloof temperament made him quite attractive, probably...that temperament was the part that made him feel that Owen had changed the most.

"You've been talking all day, do I need to talk? Doctor Ouyang." Owen didn't notice his trance, and his tone was not without sarcasm.

"You can call me Nine Days."

In exchange for his friendly words, Owen rolled his eyes. His cold face finally couldn't hold back his smile. He raised his hand to cover the twitching corner of his mouth, "Sorry, I lost my composure."

Although this is not the first time I have heard this man's name, as long as Ouwen thinks that Ouyang Xu has become Ouyang Jiuri, he can't help smiling, but it is also because of this, Ouyang is easier to make people open their hearts. It is also a professional advantage, right? ──After all, as a psychiatrist, gaining the trust of patients is the most important thing.

As for the incompatibility of this name with that gentle and gentle face, Owen didn't think about it.

"It's okay, I've been used to it for a long time, who gave me a father who is not very familiar with Chinese." Ouyang joked indifferently, "Then how about we change the subject?" His eyes fell on the right hand of the young man, with a few Probing carefully, he said: "Is the right hand recovering well?"

Owen raised his hand gracefully, closed it into a fist and opened it again, "Very good, I can move normally now."

"Congratulations, Owen." Ouyang said and lowered his head to write.

Owen was silent for a while, looked at the shaking pen holder, and finally couldn't help but say: "I said Dr. Ouyang, I think I'm normal, can I not come next week?"

The sound of writing a book stopped, Ouyang raised his eyes and stared at him, and said softly, "Is that why Owen doesn't want to see me?"

Owen pulled his lips and said with a smirk: "I don't care if it's just a date, but it's another thing to be treated as a psycho all day long."

"Owen," Ouyang Zheng looked up, frowned slightly as if displeased, the lenses blocking the black eyes reflected light, and said in a deep voice: "I don't think you are crazy, please don't misunderstand, remember me The first time I told you?"

How is it possible to remember?He is not the original Owen. Of course, it is impossible to say this. If he told this man that he should have died and became Owen when he opened his eyes, there would be only one result—he would really be regarded as crazy, At that time, it will not be solved by a psychiatrist.

Therefore, Owen had no choice but to tactfully say: "You have said too much."

"Then let me say it again, you are not sick, it's just that the sudden blow made you unable to accept the reality for a while." Ouyang put on a smile again, and slowly talked about the progress of his illness, "Now that time has passed, you Already back to work, I'm really happy for you, but well... next week's date I would very much like to see you again."

Owen sighed in his heart, nodded and said, "I see." After that, he looked at the big clock hanging by the wall, blinked, "Doctor Ouyang, it's time."

"Are you so eager to leave? It really makes me sad." Ouyang half-truthfully teased.

Owen said without changing his face: "If I don't leave again, you can feel sorry for your date who has been waiting outside the door for a long time."

"...Owen, I didn't expect you to learn humor. I'm really happy for you." Ouyang was very emotional.

"...Dr. Ouyang, the rapid change in your mood makes me feel sorry for you." Owen finished speaking in an almost whispered voice, straightened up and put on the coat hanging on the back of the chair, and kept walking Walking out the door, before leaving, he thought of something and turned around, only to be taken aback when he found Ouyang looking straight at him.

"What's wrong?" Ouyang asked softly.

"It's nothing, Li Chengtian arranged work for me, so the date on Wednesday will be cancelled." Owen's words were very regrettable, but anyone who saw him slightly raised the corners of his lips would only feel gloating.

Ouyang smiled lightly, and answered kindly, "First of all, congratulations on getting your new job, so should we change our date to Saturday? I will arrange it." Ignoring Owen's instantly darkened face, he continued: "In addition, family relations It is good for recovery, so there is no need to call your brother by name, right?"

"It's up to you!" Owen slammed the door and left unhappily.

Ouyang didn't feel displeased when he heard the loud noise of "Bang ─ ─". Instead, he laughed a few times because he thought it was very funny, thinking that Owen's awkward appearance is really cute.

There was a knock on the door, and the nurse happened to hear his laughter. It was strange that Dr. Ouyang, who had always been restrained, would laugh so heartily, and asked curiously, "Dr. Ouyang, did something good happen?"

Ouyang withdrew his smile instantly, and returned to his usual smiling face, "It's nothing."

The nurse felt a little pity looking at his smile, although the usual smile was pretty, but it seemed too alienated... Thinking of the purpose of coming here, she said: "Dr. Ouyang, the patient for the next appointment is outside the door, do you want to call in? "

"Wait another 10 minutes." Ouyang said without raising his head.

"Ok."

After the nurse left, Ouyang picked up his pen to write again, and saw that the book was full of flamboyant writing—"The recovery is good, and no symptoms of autism have been found..." After a pause, he wrote in the conclusion A few large characters.

Still need to keep an eye on it every week...that's the chance to keep dating, right?

To let Owen know that the reason for the endless "dating" is so, I believe he will decide to blacklist Ouyang and black out all the information in his computer!

Of course, when Owen returned home, he would never know the truth, but his nose was itchy after being read. Li Chengtian, who was talking to him, saw him rubbing his nose and frowning slightly, "Are you sick?"

Owen shook his head and said, "Nothing."

Li Chengtian's resolute side face appeared indifferent, and he didn't feel that he really cared about Owen when he spoke. If it was Owen in the past, he would feel very sad, but now Owen doesn't feel it. It would be a nightmare for the youngest of the Li family to suddenly become affectionate, right?

"Can it work tomorrow?"

Li Chengtian's words caught Owen's ears—if you can't do it, just say it, and don't join the company to embarrass the Li family.Owen didn't want to stay here to make fun of himself, so he said lightly: "Well, I'm going back when it's okay."

Li Chengtian raised his eyebrows in doubt, then nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Yes."

Owen left quickly after getting permission, feeling very powerless in his heart for such a relationship.

Thinking of joining the company tomorrow, his sense of powerlessness made him even more depressed in an instant.

Owen, who didn't look back, didn't notice. When Li Chengtian saw his back without hesitation and turned away, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

……

Why on earth did he have to lead such a new life? ──He has asked this sentence countless times in the past two months, and the only answer is that he is unlucky.

The unlucky one was killed, the unlucky one was reborn, the unlucky one was reborn as the second son of the Li family in S City, the unlucky one was going to be autistic...

Probably only God knows why he was so unlucky?

Fortunately, Owen has always been introverted and passive, and he doesn't live in the main house of the Li family, so he doesn't need to face that cold-faced elder brother day and night, otherwise he would rather run away from home.Anyway, there was still a considerable amount of deposits in my own bank. Although he secretly visited the house after leaving the hospital, there is only ruins left there. According to nearby residents, it was burned down by a fire a few days ago. There are no more.

It is very likely that this has something to do with his death, but Owen can't remember how he "died", just as he doesn't know how he became Owen. These questions may be solved in the future, or they may remain a mystery forever.

Back in the apartment where he lived alone, Owen, who was finally able to be alone, was lying on the couch. He saw the oil paintings hanging on the wall from the corner of his eyes, and couldn't help murmuring, "Li Owen, I really don't understand why you want to die..."

In City S, the Li family can be regarded as powerful and powerful, with businesses covering electronics, real estate, entertainment, etc... and the place where Li Chengtian arranged for him to work tomorrow is Fantian Performing Arts Company under Chess. Abandoning his identity as a painter to prevent his younger brother from coveting the power of the Li family?Owen thought.

It turned out that Owen was a sensitive child in the eyes of others, introverted, passive, and shy... Of course, for the sake of the Li family, others said that this was an artist's temper, but Owen lost his important right hand in a car accident. , after hearing that his right hand could no longer do fine work, he committed suicide.

But now Owen doesn’t judge whether things are wrong or right, that’s why he was able to get a second life. The right hand that can carry out daily life is enough for him. Fortunately, this is the case, otherwise let him paint The oil painting meeting killed him.

After resting for a while, Owen straightened up and walked to the study room. Most of the books in it belonged to the art category. He was not interested in touching them. He tiptoed to the computer desk on the right, and the screen placed on it was full. There are six sets, which he configured in the later stage. His slender fingers gently caressed the central keyboard, and his movements were as gentle as if facing a lover.

"Then it's time for me to do something for my former self..."

Turning on the computer and wearing a pair of thin-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, Owen looked confident and charming instead of depression and indifference.