Epigenetic

Because of a text message, I wish MSI another night of light sleep.Although not every time the wandering soul has memories, but I wish Weixing can feel that the number of running around in the middle of the night has decreased sharply since I frequently think about the past, but the more troubles in reality, the more I think about it, I am more and more like a living person .

Carrying his new flute case into the classroom, he met Xuan Lang head-on.

Teacher Xuan looked at him, and smiled a few seconds later than usual.

"Didn't sleep well?"

Zhu Weixing looked at him, "Well, I'm a little insomniac."

Teacher Xuan opened his mouth.This was the first time the two met after the final exam. Zhu Weixing thought that he would have a lot of doubts about him, but Xuan Lang only said: "Pay attention to your body, the body is very important."

Zhu Weixing said: "I know."

His final exam scores are extremely high, which is Xuan Lang's recognition and optimism for Zhu Weixing, but the teaching process has not changed since then, and he is still step by step, step by step, laying the foundation for him carefully.

After class, Zhu Weixing tidied up her flute and was about to leave the classroom, but was stopped by someone behind her.

"MSI..."

I wish MSI back.

Xuan Lang took a pen and wrote an address on the paper.

"This is my off-campus studio, which can also be used as a practice room. Some equipment, instrumental music, such as violins and pianos are all complete. If you need it, you can practice at any time."

Zhu Weixing took the paper and shook his head before remembering to thank him.

Xuan Lang only shook his head, and warned: "Pay attention to rest."

After leaving the music building, Zhu Weixing stood there for a long time.He looked at the sky, the clouds, the flowers, the grass, the people, and finally at the flute box in his hand, sighed, and went to the small supermarket.

It was only 02:30, still early, Zhu Weixing wanted to fill some water with his thermos and wait at the door, when someone stopped him.

Smiling brightly and suavely, he thinks the suave is Lou Zhaoyang.

He Tingzhi and Jiang Lai were not around, only him.

Zhu Weixing asked him what was the matter with his eyes.

Lou Zhaoyang said: "Why didn't you apply through my friend application?"

Zhu Liangliang added too many friends in the past, and his WeChat is very easy to find out. Now he receives countless applications every day, but Zhu Weixing always ignores them.

Zhu Weixing asked: "Which one is you?"

Lou Zhaoyang took out his mobile phone and showed him: "This one, the profile picture is me."

Zhu Weixing took a look, stretched out his hand and tapped on his avatar, zooming in on the photo.

"Is this old mansion your home?" Zhu Weixing asked, pointing to the background of the photo.

Lou Zhaoyang felt that Zhu Weixing was finally interested in him. After all, under his conditions, it is rare to get caught if he takes the initiative to attack.

Lou Zhaoyang: "Yes."

Zhu MSI: "Where is the house?"

so direct?Lou Zhaoyang replied: "Area B."

Zhu Weixing: "During the bankruptcy and liquidation of the Lou family, the property was not auctioned?"

This question was almost a face-to-face slap in the face, unlike Zhu MSI's usual polite manner, he was slightly displeased.

Lou Zhaoyang, who was exposed, wanted to find an excuse to quibble, but seeing Zhu Weixing's sharp eyes, he felt that the other party had already seen through him.The arrogance of the rich second generation posed instantly weakened.

"It's sold... Anyway, I have had it before. Well, although the house is not mine, I often go to play."

Zhu Weixing had a vague impression, not of Lou Zhaoyang, but of his parents.It is a distant cousin of my uncle, and because the Lou family is small, I occasionally invite them to visit.This family loves to seek relationships and is greedy for cheap. It is clear that they are inferior to Lou Mingyue's generation, but they deliberately gave their son a name to imitate.But people are not too bad, the Lou family did not leave when it was ruined, and Lou Zhaoyang grew up with Ting Zhi, Zhu Weixing is not really angry with him.

Zhu Weixing asked: "Now? Who owns the house?"

Lou Zhaoyang: "I don't know. No one knows. The buyer's information is kept confidential when assets are liquidated."

Zhu Weixing: "Did you go back and read it later?"

Lou Zhaoyang felt that his emphasis was strange, so he still answered: "I saw it once, I went with Ting Zhi, the house is the same, the appearance has not changed, but we just walked around outside and couldn't get in." Even he sighed when he spoke, let alone He Tingzhi's mood at that time.

I wish MSI contemplation.Indeed, as Lou Zhaoyang said, that house has not changed at all, and even Zhu Weixing, who has stood there overnight, knows better than Lou Zhaoyang, not only the appearance, but also the furnishings, antique musical instruments, and the interior of the old western-style building. The same as when he left.These should have been sold separately, why are they still in place?Who buys them and doesn't dispose of them, and still meticulously maintain the traces of the previous owner?

What made Zhu Weixing feel the most weird was that he wandered away that day, and there was no one in the whole ocean building.The building is empty, but the lights are brightly lit, and the gramophone is still playing regularly. Is it like this every night?Or like knowing when he'll be back?

This guess made Zhu Weixing feel cold.

While meditating, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a person walking slowly.Before March, he had already taken off his winter clothes, only wearing a black jacket, white sneakers, and a motorcycle cap, attracting countless attention along the way.

Realizing that the other party saw him standing in front of the supermarket, Zhu Weixing shivered and straightened his back.

And Lou Zhaoyang, who had no positive response from Zhu Weixing, was still not giving up: "The house in the photo is gone, but I am still there. My current home is not small. I have a chance to invite you to play? WeChat."

"No need." Seeing someone getting closer, Zhu Weixing hurriedly refused, "Sorry, I have no intention of making friends with people I don't know."

Lou Zhaoyang is thick-skinned: "I'm not familiar with it now, but we will get acquainted after talking more. Or we can also discuss learning. Are you majoring in flute? Do you accept auditors in the class?"

Zhu Weixing pursed her lips: "No."

The visitor had already walked behind Lou Zhaoyang, and took a can of drink from the shelf above his head, but he still didn't notice it: "Actually, before I came, I had asked someone to get to know you. You seem to be sick and your personality has changed. Not much, but I think there are some preferences, you know, that aspect, it shouldn’t be so easy to change, right? Are you really not thinking about me?”

Zhu MSI: "I don't think about it."

His firmness made Lou Zhaoyang hurt: "Are you simply ignoring me, or are you all boys?"

This question made Zhu Weixing slightly stunned, raised his eyelids, and met the gaze of the person behind Zhaoyang upstairs.

Jiang Yi seemed to be watching an interesting one-act play, with interest on his face and playful smile, but his eyes were strangely bright and cold, full of forbearance and depression.

That gaze made Zhu Weixing turn cold, and his usual calm thoughts became chaotic and irritable.

When he didn't get an answer, Lou Zhaoyang asked again, Zhu Weixing frowned and blurted out: "Everyone! All the boys!"

He looked at the eyes that were staring at him firmly, and replied word by word: "I don't consider all boys, I don't... I like boys."

After the words fell, there was an ear-piercing explosion, and someone actually crushed the unopened can in his hand!

Everyone present was terrified, including Zhu Weixing who was very close to him.

Looking again, I saw Jiang Yi nonchalantly throwing the fried things into the trash can, then took a bottle of mineral water to rinse his hands, and slowly washed all the dirt before looking up.

He didn't look at Zhu Weixing, but only smiled at Lou Zhaoyang who finally found himself, quite kindly.

Jiang Yi asked: "What department?"

Zhu Weixing came back to his senses and wanted to stop him, but Lou Zhaoyang, who saw the handsome guy who couldn't move, ignored what the man in front of him had done, and reported his net worth.

Jiang Yi nodded while taking out his mobile phone to scan the QR code on the wall to pay for the drink: "Very good..."

Lou Zhaoyang asked enthusiastically, "What about you, what's your name?"

Jiang Yi said: "You will know after school."

After leaving this sentence, he glanced at Zhu Weixing, lightly and weightlessly, then staggered away from him, turned and left.

Looking at the back of that person walking further and further away, Zhu Weixing suddenly felt powerless, and the warmth and vitality that had been lingering in her chest for these days seemed to be taken away in an instant.He was in a daze, until Lou Zhaoyang came to inquire again, and Zhu Weixing finally answered the question: "After school...be careful."

After speaking, Zhu Weixing left without worrying about the doubts and entanglements of the people around her.

Back in the antelope, Zhu Weixing went to wasteland to practice flute again.

He had no memory of which song he played.He doesn't remember slow exhalation, abdominal breathing, or the technique of the process. He only knows how to make a sound and exert all his strength, letting the sound of the flute replace the cry, and let out the unreasonable depression in his heart.

In the end, my head and eyes were dazzled by the blowing, and I thought of going back.

It was getting dark again, Zhu Weixing stood in the wasteland unknowingly for almost five hours, there was no one in the alley, only him and his own blurred shadows.

When passing by Building No. [-], Zhu MSI paused.

Thinking that Shensi did not belong, he had an illusion, waited for two seconds before Zhu Weixing backed up, looked at the corner again, his pupils shrank suddenly.

He was not mistaken, there was indeed a dark shadow standing there.Disheveled hair, thin body, shrunk in the dark, almost ghostly.

In the past, Zhu Weixing must have known that someone was pretending to be a ghost, but now that he is the biggest supernatural phenomenon, it is not surprising that anything happens.

But soon, he realized that he was worrying too much, Lou Mingyue had no shadow when he was wandering, but there was a shadow behind the figure in the corner.

is an individual.

Mrs. Liang?Come out to sleepwalk again?

Zhu Weixing was guessing, and a low call directly allowed him to confirm the identity of the person in the corner.

She smiled and shouted: "Son..."

Zhu Weixing was stunned for a moment, and the guard in his heart dissipated, followed by bursts of sourness rising.

Although he proved that he was not the same Zhu Weixing as before, and should not be too self-reproaching for Zhu Liangliang's wrong doings, but he used his body and learned about the Mengji incident all the way, so he still feels sensitive after thinking about it.

Facing this mother, Zhu Weixing has mixed feelings.

In the end, he didn't choose to go forward. He only sent a message to police officer Xiao Zhang, and then stayed where he was, neither walking away nor approaching.Watching Meng's mother talking to herself in the corner and wandering in a trance.

Zhu Weixing didn't leave until the neighborhood committee sent someone to confirm that Xu Danqin was sent back safely.

About to enter Building No. [-], I suddenly felt a strange movement behind me, thinking that Xu Danqin had gone and returned, but when I looked back, there was nothing.

Zhu Weixing just acted as if he was distracted, and when he stepped up the stairs, suddenly a huge force crossed his waist and pulled him back!

Zhu MSI didn't have time to react, it was already pushed against the wall of the narrow corridor between Building [-] and [-]!

A familiar tall black shadow leaned over and approached him, enveloping him.On the other side, his face was blurred in the darkness, his eyes were bright and cold, and the oppressive storm in his eyes seemed to sweep Zhu Weixing away and tear him apart.

Zhu Weixing was shocked, and was about to speak, but suddenly stopped, ignoring the other party's rough behavior, a strong smell of blood coming from Jiang Yi's body first distracted Zhu Weixing.Thinking of Lou Zhaoyang who met in the afternoon, Zhu Weixing's heart almost stopped beating in his mind. After all, the Zheng Zhaowen incident happened before. If it was Jiang Yi, it would not be surprising if he did anything.

But the open questioning eventually turned into unconscious concern: "Are you hurt?"

Zhu Weixing asked while reaching out to touch the clothes of the person in front of him, and it was really smelly and wet, it was really blood.

The outstretched hand was immediately firmly held by a hot palm, Zhu Weixing pulled away and fled.

Jiang Yi moved closer, and asked with a sneer, "Do you still remember caring about me?"