Epigenetic

Zhu Weixing looked at him: "Why?"

Jiang Yi said indifferently: "A car accident."

A long memory floats in Zhu Weixing's mind. When he first went to the police station to be educated by police officer Xiao Zhang, he met Miao Xiangxue, who had come home from a petition. From her conversations with the other two policemen, Zhu Weixing learned that Jiang The cause of Yi's father's lawsuit, and Jiang Yi's car accident, but because it was too involved with Jiu Yin, Zhu Weixing never mentioned it.

It seems that Jiang Yi was also seriously injured at the time?

"You know about this?" Jiang Yi saw Zhu Weixing's expression was sympathetic.

"Unfortunately, I heard your mother mention it to the police at the police station," Zhu Weixing remembered. Jiang's mother also said that a blue sports car appeared at the scene of the accident, which may be directly related to Jiang's father's car accident.However, Jiang Yi, who was also at the scene at the time, has not expressed his views on this in recent years, and the police have not found anything.

So... If no other person responsible was found at that time, who would have funded the seriously injured Jiang Yi to live in a good ward?

Jiang Yi guessed that Zhu Weixing was confused, smiled, and gave an unexpected answer.

"The hospital pays for it," he said.

Zhu MSI: "?"

Jiang Yi said: "Although the old doctor who treated me has now retired and started a broken clinic by himself, he happened to be the vice president at the time. He happened to have a new project that needed mice, and he happened to know my coach. The three-in-one superposition , how embarrassed to let me sleep in the corridor again."

Is this the reason?

"But these people's medical skills are really not very good. They have been tinkering for so long, and after a few years, they are scrapped again." Jiang Yi said in a tone like a rice cooker.

"Where is the injury?" Zhu Weixing frowned.

Jiang Yi scratched his neck, his fingers lightly brushed the old scar on his shoulder and neck, and said indifferently, "Spine nerves."

Zhu Weixing's heart sank, and he guessed: "Numb hands and feet? Weakness?"

Jiang Yi flicked it over and counted your clever eyes: "Intermittent illness, it's just a second or two at the beginning, and you can barely get on stage, but it's getting longer and longer, and you can't compete. What if you fight against someone When you get sick from time to time, you just get beaten and you can’t fight back, it’s so embarrassing.”

Zhu Weixing did not give up and asked knowingly: "Is... can it be cured?"

Jiang Yi laughed: "It's faster to dismantle and rebuild."

It turned out that this was the real reason that affected Jiang Yi's career.

Seven years ago, 14-year-old Jiang Yi was involved in a car accident and was admitted to the hospital for treatment. After a short recovery, although he won many championships, the highlight days were short and he began to relapse two years ago. This time, it is difficult to return to the past.At that time, he happened to have a grievance with Kong Qiang.Perhaps it was because of the recurrence of Jiang Yi's old injury that he was injured by those loan lenders.Most of the bandit army put the blame on Zhu Liangliang.Jiang Yi obviously didn't want to talk about the car accident to others, and he didn't explain or refute the reason why his future was ruined, so Zhu Liangliang in the past took the blame, which was also an alternative revenge for causing trouble to him.

"Otherwise, how do you think I was admitted to the VIP ward?" Jiang Yi was not interested in the topic of his old age and injury, but only wondered what Zhu Weixing was thinking, "Like Meng Ji Fuwei, there are also illegal income from dark-line industries?"

Zhu Weixing looked at the cynical face in front of him, cheered up and joked with him: "I thought you had double identities with a huge amount of money, and you had a lot of money in your back to rely on a wealthy family."

Jiang Yi stared at Zhu Weixing for a moment: "I really owe a lot of money, the first thing I did was to buy this broken alley and demolish it."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to think of something, and leaned back with a smile: "But it's true, outsiders say that Lao Tzu came to the world after beating the little underworld official, and No. 1 under the seat of Yan Luo, which rich family has a big background like me."

Zhu Weixing suddenly fell silent and did not answer.

Jiang Yi didn't ignore his pale face, and still did not change his sarcasm: "Could it be you too, judge in white? Jade-faced Rakshasa? We are in the same unit?" Looking at his appearance, I don't know how much I have heard of these irrelevant things since I was a child. It takes time to talk like this.

Zhu Weixing thought for a while, and laughed at himself: "I'm probably not that high-ranking official, at most I can be considered a lonely ghost. I'm still outside the establishment."

Jiang Yi glanced at him: "I can let the past go, but next time you meet the leader, be more polite."

Zhu Weixing: "..." How can I forget that this person is the most energetic.

"You're fake, I'm real." Zhu Weixing reminded, before resolutely giving up, "Forget it."

No matter who's painting style is more hellish, I will definitely lose, and I can't find anyone to compare with him.

It's kind of funny to think about it, it's obviously such a topic of the underworld, and it's completely out of the original intention to talk about the little bandits, and the horror movie becomes a funny movie.

Zhu Weixing curled up the corners of her mouth and showed her first smile in the past few days, but she just smiled and added a bit of bitterness.

"You saw me then, didn't you? When I first returned to Lingjiali, I fainted in front of a soup dumpling stall, and you sent me home. And when I fainted, I came to you room." Zhu Weixing remembered that he was still standing in this room for a long time.

And this person, in fact, knew it early on.

So those who believe in ghosts or not, and those who believe in people returning to the sun, are all deliberate temptations.So when I saw myself in the hospital, I dragged him away without asking about his condition, knowing that there must be something wrong with the examination.

Jiang Yi didn't say anything, he just lightly plucked the string in his hand.

Zhu Weixing looked at him, this person usually explodes at one point, irritable and happy, all on the surface, but the deeper complex emotions, such as worry or fear, have always been extremely restrained, even unfathomable.

"Why can you see it?" Zhu Weixing didn't understand. He was walking around in the antelope armor, and no one noticed the mess in the hospital. Except for Old Wei, Jiang Yi was the only one who noticed. "Are you gifted? Yin-yang eyes?"

Being praised, Jiang Yi's eyebrows rose slightly again, but he didn't accept all the praise, but said, "Why don't you think the other way around, I can see, it's you who want to be seen by me?"

Zhu Weixing was taken aback for a moment, but did not immediately refute.

Does he hope?

It's hard to say now, but I probably won't be able to when I just arrived in the antelope.

Jiang Yi didn't listen, as if he believed in the answer, he raised his legs.

Zhu MSI gave up arguing and asked, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Jiang Yi nodded unexpectedly: "Scared."

I wish MSI keep your eyes open.

Jiang Yi: "I'm afraid that one day the wind will be stronger and blow you away."

Zhu MSI: "..."

The curled hands and legs became looser, Zhu Weixing stretched out gently, and leaned on Jiang Yi's pillow.

"Thinking about how to get back if someone is gone? Don't worry, I have a vacuum cleaner at home. Even though it is a little old, it can catch you." Jiang Yi didn't realize that this topic was sensitive at all, and picked on his sore spots.

Zhu Weixing lay there, staring at him with big eyes, and then lowered his eyes slightly after staring for a while: "I was just thinking, if I were me, would I still be alive? If I wasn't me, who would I be?"

It is currently known that he can wander in the middle of the night, and at the same time his heartbeat and brain waves stop, as if his body is dead without his soul.This anomaly should have started when he lost his memory in the hospital, so does he still wish MSI?If yes, why is this vision?The special function after falling from the building?Back from the dead?If not, where did I come from, to resurrect my soul with a dead body?Where did the real Zhu MSI go?

"Do you think I'm really Meng Ji?" Zhu Weixing asked suddenly, "I woke up very close to his death day."

Jiang Yi was incredulous: "If you were really him, you shouldn't be in my bed now."

Zhu MSI: "?"

Jiang Yi: "I was scared to the bottom of the bed." With Meng Ji's useless character.

Zhu Weixing disagreed: "If it is deduced that I am not Meng Ji, then it can also be inferred that I am not the former Zhu Weixing. If he is here, he will not just be honest on the bed." I am afraid that I will run straight to him into people's arms.

Jiang Yi's eyes lit up, and he immediately showed disgust, his expression was complicated in an instant.

"Damn it, what's so troublesome."

For Zhu Weixing's overthinking, Jiang Yi became irritated and cursed, kicked the mobile phone in front of him, and the game was still running on the screen.

"Isn't it just that you are playing games, and I don't know whether to log in to the old account that has been emptied and start again, or log in to someone else's old account to start again? Before you find a new account, you have two choices, one is to continue, one is to continue. Kind of Gameover. What do you choose?"

Such a mess of yarn was summed up in a few words by this guy in a simple and rough way, I wish MSI silence.

But think about it, and feel that this is really the case.

Zhu MSI is of course not willing to GameOver, he lives so seriously and cherishes his life, works diligently every day, saves some equipment with great difficulty and then loses it, how can the 4D villain be willing to do so.Therefore, before finding the original owner, or finding his own old account, his only choice is to continue playing.

Jiang Yi got the answer from his unwilling eyes: "That's it."

After sloppy drawing conclusions, Zhu MSI is still a little confused.Just a moment ago, I clearly felt that the self who discovered this secret would turn the world upside down, and no matter how calm he was, he would not be able to digest it immediately and smile at life.

However, every time I gossip with the person in front of me, I feel that everything is nothing more than that.In Jiang Yi's eyes, nothing in the world seems to matter, even ghosts and gods, even life and death.Zhu Weixing was suddenly curious, would he care about something that he couldn't let go of?So what is that.

As for myself, I always want to do things perfectly, so it is inevitable that I have a lot of scruples, but there must be a way when the boat reaches the mountain, and I take one step at a time, that's all I can do right now.

That's right, if he does his best every step of the way, he can have a clear conscience, no matter who he is Zhu Weixing or whoever he is.

Zhu Weixing thought about it, unknowingly fell on Jiang Yi's pillow, and finally relaxed a little.

Ask Jiang Yi: "You really don't sleep?"

He was still wearing a hospital gown, his slanted posture was no longer as straight as it used to be, the first two buttons under his chin had been undone, revealing his slender neck, his thin chest, white skin and thin bones, as if someone had pinched it with a crystal face A cage cake, chilled and sprinkled with a layer of lily fragrance, the white is cool with light powder.

There was no reply after asking, Zhu Weixing turned over slightly to look at Jiang Yi, and found that the other party was staring at him, so he asked tiredly, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Jiang Yi clenched his teeth, unable to control his strength, leaving a deep mark on the cigarette holder.He stuck out his tongue and bowed his head: "Sleeping hair, I want to play a game."

Seeing that he was still holding the piano, Zhu Weixing took the initiative and said, "I want to listen to 'Serenade'."

Jiang Yi was inexplicable: "What the hell?"

"Schubert's Serenade." Zhu Weixing said.

"No." Jiang Yi refused.

"Bach's Minuet."

"I did not learn."

"Mozart's The Magic Flute."

"I haven't heard of it, who else allowed you to order songs?"

Zhu Weixing pursed his lips, these songs are very suitable for classical guitar: "Then what do you know?"

Jiang Yi was angry: "I learned that song after I said it!"

Zhu Weixing didn't believe it, but said: "Then play it again."

"I'm a performer? You play as soon as you say?" Jiang Yi refused to cooperate.

"It sounds good." Zhu Weixing said, he was very honest and straightforward tonight.

Jiang Yi held the lighter, and paused as he was about to light a cigarette.Rolling his eyelids, he finally put the fire aside, cursed "trouble", and put his fingers on the nylon string again.

The soothing music flowed from his fingertips again.

He leaned against Zhu Weixing's feet, and Zhu Weixing looked at the person in front of him.Classical guitars have high requirements for sitting posture, and piano chairs and step stools are required when playing.Jiang Yi didn't hesitate, with his legs crossed, wearing an old man's shirt, a towel for wiping his hair around his neck, and a cigarette that was about to be bitten in his mouth. The focused eyebrows and eyes made Zhu Weixing only think of the word "charming".

For a moment, he understood those admirers a little bit. This boy seemed to be possessed of a venom, and he was always on guard.

The next moment, Zhu Weixing smiled quietly again, what kind of bizarre thinking is this, he is really tired, and his mind is chaotic.

The eyelids finally drooped uncontrollably, covering the field of vision, and making the string music in the ears more vivid and vivid. Jiang Yi should not be talking nonsense, he does not know many repertoires, and he can feel the jerky details when he listens more, but it is still fine. Beautiful and spiritual.

Zhu Weixing has always felt that the slow version of the song is always inexplicably old and sad when performed by classical guitar, but in Jiang Yi's hands, no matter how slow the rhythm is, it has a kind of magical power, because it does not erratic or swaying, and each note is straightforward and confident. With a stubbornness that never turns back.

Thinking wildly, he fell asleep hazily brought by the music.