The Professor's Mirror Dress Lover

Lin Sanqian had written down "B"'s mobile phone number early on.

He dialed again from memory, and half a second later, the call was connected.

beep.beep.beep--

He was unconsciously exerting force on his knuckles holding the phone.

I've never been so nervous, and the two or three seconds I waited for the call to connect seemed like centuries.

"Hello? Hello?"

A strange young woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Lin Sanqian froze in place.

His act of dialing the phone was almost out of some kind of inertia. He didn't expect that the empty number he had dialed countless times would suddenly be connected, and he never thought that the person on the other end of the phone was a stranger.

The development of things was completely unexpected.

"Hello? Who are you looking for?"

After waiting for a while, the tone of the woman on the phone became a little impatient.

Lin Sanqian couldn't tell who he was looking for all of a sudden, after all, the person he was looking for might not exist at all.

The syllable "blue" stuck in my throat.

"It's so strange, whoever calls and doesn't talk..." the woman and her friends complained.

"Excuse me..." Lin Sanqian's Adam's apple slipped, his voice hesitated, "Excuse me, is this your own number?"

The woman said strangely: "That's right, it belongs to me. Who are you looking for?"

"I'm very sorry, I made a typo."

Lin Sanqian was the first to hang up the phone.

He opened the call log and reconfirmed that he did not dial the wrong number just now, and he was very sensitive to numbers since he was a child, and he would never remember these 11 simple numbers by mistake.

This is the empty number that "B" used to send the courier before, he is very sure.

Either his memory system had gone awry, or the world had changed.

But now he can't make an accurate judgment.

Lin Sanqian suddenly realized that it was far more disappointing for him to find out that the other party was an unrelated stranger after the call was connected than to dial an empty number.

After all, the empty number left a lot of room for fantasy, while the stranger directly shattered his expectations.

Lin Sanqian froze for a moment holding the phone, then dialed another number.

"Hello? Teacher Lin? What happened?"

Teacher Qi on the other end of the phone did not hide the surprise in his tone. After all, this was the first time that Professor Lin took the initiative to call him.

And if he remembered correctly, Professor Lin was out of town on his annual leave at this time, so it was quite strange to call early in the morning.

"Mr. Qi, do you still remember that you gave me a letter before?"

Lin Sanqian's tone sounded a little anxious, as if he was anxious to prove something.

"A letter?" Teacher Qi's tone rose slightly, full of doubts, "What letter? When did it happen?"

"Last Monday at noon, you took the materials from the mail room and gave them to me." Lin Sanqian explained very clearly and in detail.

Teacher Qi on the phone seemed to think about it seriously, and finally came to a conclusion: "I don't remember."

Lin Sanqian frowned: "Don't you have any impression?"

Teacher Qi is very sure this time: "Really not, Mr. Lin, did you remember it wrong? If I really picked it up for you, I will definitely remember it. After all, it is too romantic for people to write letters these days..."

Lin Sanqian's heart sank little by little. He remembered that Teacher Qi had said the same thing at that time.

It seems that Teacher Qi really doesn't remember...

Lin Sanqian thought for a while and asked again: "Then... is the vase of hydrangeas on my desk still there?"

"Hydrangea?" Teacher Qi's tone became even more strange, "No, I didn't see it. I'm in the office now."

Lin Sanqian was silent for a moment: "Okay, I see."

Teacher Qi suddenly said cautiously: "You never seem to put flowers in the office, why did you suddenly ask about this?"

"Well, I remembered wrongly." Lin Sanqian sounded a little tired, "I'm really sorry to disturb you so early in the morning."

"Are you OK?"

"It's okay, thank you."

Lin Sanqian is still unwilling to accept the reality that everything has been erased.

He found out the phone number of the online taxi driver last night and dialed it.

The driver seemed to have just woken up, and his tone was a little dazed and impatient: "What? Are you dreaming, sir? We started walking west on the same road yesterday. Where did the explosion come from? The explosion happened on Caiyuan Road. It's so far away... What? You still say I hit someone? Sir, don't talk nonsense, I drive very carefully, how could I hit someone? Don't slander me, Pengci is not like that."

"Sorry, I made a mistake and interrupted."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Sanqian looked at the mirror left in the wardrobe.

The sunlight came in, and he could clearly see a thin wound on his lip.And in the trash can, there is a basket full of broken glass that has been cleaned up.

None of these seem to be able to prove the existence of "blue".

Throughout the morning, under the warm invitation of Ke Yuan, Lin Sanqian visited the new campus of the orphanage and shared with the children in the orphanage.

"Professor Lin, did you not rest last night?"

Seeing his absent-minded look, Ke Yuan said with concern, "Your complexion is not very good."

Lin Sanqian gathered his mind and smiled gently: "Maybe I'm a little tired from the journey, just take a couple of days off."

His smile is also much more tired than usual.

At this moment, he realized that because of the disappearance of "Lan", his whole mental state was not right.

Becoming more negative and depressed than ever, and he doesn't seem to be able to hide his emotions well.

From a very young age, he was a child who was good at hiding his emotions, and there were very few people and things that could make his emotions fluctuate violently.

So he will always be quiet, gentle, stable and even abstinent, and will never be emotional.

For him, "Blue" is obviously an exception.

The originally peaceful life was disrupted by the reappearance of "Blue", causing huge waves.

It seemed unbearable to let him return to his original calm now.

Lin Sanqian lost the "Endless Summer" Lan gave him, so in the afternoon, he went to the commercial street.

He looked out of the lipstick window for a while, his eyes lingering among the various lipsticks.

"Sir, what color lipstick are you looking for?"

Seeing Lin Sanqian carefully choosing lipsticks, the salesperson secretly envied the other party's girlfriend.

To have such a good-looking boyfriend who is so serious about choosing gifts for herself, that young lady must be very happy.

Lin Sanqian hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Hi, can you show me the new "Endless Summer"? "

""Endless Summer" is temporarily out of stock here, and we may have to wait until next month to get the goods," said the saleswoman with an apologetic face, "Sir, you can also look at other color numbers, if you are unsure If you have an idea, I can also recommend it to you here. "

The moment Lin Sanqian heard that it was out of stock, Lin Sanqian secretly heaved a sigh of relief, but also felt an indescribable sense of loss.

"No need for now, thank you."

When he came out of the commercial street, it was already off-duty time, and the crowd of off-duty people with numb expressions passed him by.

Lin Sanqian stood at the intersection of red lights for 30 seconds, thinking of another place to check.

Seven o'clock in the evening is the opening time for the "Mirror" bar.

There is no band playing tonight, and it is early, so there are no customers in the bar.

So the moment Lin Sanqian walked in, the boy bartender who was cleaning the bar immediately raised his head, his eyes lit up: "Little brother is here again, I saw you being taken away by a girl last night, I was very sad for a long time. "

Sister Qing behind him slapped him on the back of the head: "Almost done, don't scare my guests away."

Lin Sanqian ordered a glass of Blue Shark just like yesterday, and got straight to the point, asking Sister Qing and the bartending boy if they remembered a photo he showed them last night.

"Photo? What kind of photo?" Sister Qing was full of doubts.

"A picture of a 'female' wearing blue lipstick, sitting here smoking," Lin Sanqian pointed to the seat by the aisle, "You said, you took the picture seven years ago."

Sister Qing and the bartending boy looked at each other in bewilderment, and shook their heads in unison: "That... sir, you didn't show us any photos yesterday."

Sister Qing smiled awkwardly, "Did you forget it?"

The bartending boy added: "Yesterday, I took the initiative to strike up a conversation with my little brother because you looked good. After being rejected by you, I was scolded by Sister Qing. There is no such thing as a photo of a young lady."

"Well, I should have misremembered it, thank you."

Lin Sanqian understood in an instant that they, like Teacher Qi and the taxi driver, had all their memories related to "Blue" erased.

But why does he still remember?

A terrifying thought flashed through his mind.

Perhaps... all the memories about Lan, notes, couriers, flowers, letters... are all products of his hysteria.

After all, he asked around today, and no one could prove to him that these things really existed.

It's like seeing two mothers when he was a child, and all the adults told him that he had hysteria after the huge blow of his mother's death, which is common in children who have experienced trauma.

He was sick, so he needed treatment, and someone to help him distinguish what was real and what was hallucination.

he is sick.he is sick.

Once such a thought appeared, it would linger and gradually swell and fill like fermented dough, blocking his chest and making him unable to breathe smoothly.

An impenetrable sense of fear surrounded him.

In order to stop the ominous voice in his heart from clamoring, Lin Sanqian ordered a lot of wine for himself.

No Lan quietly drank his wine tonight, and then left a note - "Thank you for the wine"

He drank all the wine alone.

He had no habit of drinking heavily, and it was the first time he drank so much alcohol.

He was of course drunk.

Sister Qing, who runs the bar, is used to seeing people who come to get drunk: "It seems to be a relationship problem."

The bartending boy sighed again and again: "Such a good-looking little brother has to be troubled by feelings, the world is really fair."

Sister Qing: "..."

Bartending boy: "Anyway, we don't have much business today, Sister Qing, let me flirt with pay, okay? Let me comfort him, it's unbearable for such a beautiful person to be sad."

Sister Qing glared at him: "Don't take advantage of the situation."

The bartending boy blinked and smiled: "Sister Qing, you think highly of me, no matter how vain he is, I can't get in."

Sister Qing also laughed: "You still have self-knowledge."

The boy bartender sat down opposite Lin Sanqian: "Did you break up in love?"

Lin Sanqian's skin didn't turn red after drinking, but turned paler.

His expression froze for a moment: "Yes."

The voice was muffled.

"Change for another one, if you don't use the old one, you won't get the new one," the bartender touched his glass, "What do you like?"

Lin Sanqian: "..."

"It's just a small talk, it's not interesting to drink alone."

"do not know…"

"Then let me ask you this, what kind of person are you who drinks like this for TA?"

Lin Sanqian thought for a while in a daze: "He's the same as me."

The bartender was stunned for a moment: "Where are they the same? The same high value? Similar personality? Same taste? Or...same gender?"

The last sentence was obviously a joke.

Who knew that Lin Sanqian, who had drunk too much, nodded: "Well, it's all the same."

The bartender was stunned, and smiled after a while: "You are really a member of the circle, it seems that I am very accurate in gay."

"How long have you known each other?"

"He grew up with me."

"Hey, it's still a bamboo horse, then you must know each other very well."

"Well...he knows everything about me...but I don't seem to know him very well..."

Lan has her own world and rules for her own existence.

All this he did not understand.

"What happen to you guys?"

"He disappeared."

"Don't want you?"

"I do not know."

"Tsk."

"Blue" is completely gone after last night's kiss...

Fragmented thoughts and fragments were like a mess of threads, Lin Sanqian had no clue, he was talking in a daze, and after drinking, he talked more than usual.

He didn't know how many drinks he was drunk with.

The labyrinth of mirrors in the bar allows him to see many mirror images.

These mirror images were also staring at him.

Lin Sanqian, who had drunk too much, began to feel the ubiquitous and eager gaze again.

This time he felt at ease.

In the end, Sister Qing and the bartender stopped Lin Sanqian in a taxi, and helped him walk into the car when he was stumbling around.

The taxi didn't turn on the lights all the way, and the moment Sister Qing closed the door for Lin Sanqian, she subconsciously looked at the driver's seat twice.

She always felt that the driver's profile in the shadows was somewhat familiar.

But she couldn't tell where the familiarity came from.

When the cold wind blew just now, the alcohol quickly spread into the blood, making Lin Sanqian even more drunk.

His body seemed to be separated from his thoughts, and his whole body was rotted into a puddle of ooze, lying in the back seat of the taxi in a daze.

The car smelled of "Blue Dawn" perfume, and Lin Sanqian subconsciously took a few deep breaths.

It doesn't matter even if it's a hallucination, this smell reassures him.

He struggled a few times, trying to tell the driver his accommodation address, but his throat seemed to be on fire and he couldn't make a clear sound.

The moment he coughed and wanted to say the address, the driver suddenly let out a low "shh".

"Don't talk, I know where you are going."

"..."

"Close your eyes, this is the rule."

"..."

"So, sleep."

The author has something to say: Gu: Congratulations on getting a "Drunk Three Thousand"

Blue: Rub your hands together.

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