Oral period

Both of them had insomnia that night.

The day was too fulfilling, Xia Jingzhe didn't stay up late for a long time to draw a draft, and took a shower early after finishing the part to be updated the next day, returned to bed but still couldn't sleep, staring at the upper bunk in the dim light, lost in thought, thinking In the book, he repeated over and over again what happened a few hours ago, about the campus life that was too rich for him, the farce after the theatrical performance, and his logically confused confession when he passed the playground on the way back-in the end, he ended up with the same goal. In Zhenxiao's ambiguous joke, he added a bit of absurd truth to the joke itself.

"Is there a possibility that I and 'him' are the same person?"

Probably aware that his expression was too stiff at that time, Zhen Xiao smiled quickly, and while ruffling his hair into a mess, he added the next sentence intensified, telling him clearly that this was a joke and don't think too much: "Be more rigorous. In other words, I might be the result of reincarnation of "him"—you think, I lost my memory for a while, maybe I was possessed by someone after I lost my memory, and it's not me who is talking to you now, but "he" ..."

At that time, he was terrified by this set of supernatural remarks, and his first reaction was to punch Zhenxiao to stop casting spells, and he didn't have time to think about what the other party said before—but he is not a fool after all In a sense, he even has a stronger verbal logic than ordinary people, at least enough to support him to write so many comic scripts. Even if there is only a fleeting connection, it is enough for him to notice.

Besides, he hadn't never suspected it.

After a long time, he recovered from the long fugue, turned his head calmly, and looked at Zhenxiao who was studying at the desk not far away—according to Zhenxiao himself, he was reviewing the competitions he had done in the past two days The purpose is to let the brain gradually get used to the normal thinking intensity, so as not to faint in the examination room sometimes.

So he rarely escaped from the subjective filter, observed each other from the perspective of a bystander, and compared the similarities between the person in front of him and his childhood playmates in memory one by one.

I have to say that they are very similar, especially when writing with their heads down like this, probably because of strict family education, they always sit very upright, and the pen and paper are not tilted at all, which is different from his unrestrained sitting posture all the year round, who can turn around when he is absorbed in painting. A 180-degree person is almost harsh by comparison.

But there are also differences——Xia Jingzhe closed his eyes and refuted himself silently in his heart—for example, Zhenxiao sometimes writes with his left hand. Although the things he writes are crooked and unsightly, at least his childhood playmate is not going to do that.

So he hesitated for a moment, and asked softly with the idea of ​​carefully seeking proof: "Zhou Xiao, why can you write with your left hand?"

"Doctor Xu said that this may be beneficial to the recovery of brain function." Zhen Xiao paused, switched the pen from his right hand to his left, wrote two characters and then switched back, and said seriously, "But I don't think it has any effect, and writing with the left hand looks like Draw a heavenly book, write it for a few days and then give up."

The first verification failed.

Xia Jingzhe secretly made a cross in his heart, turned over to face him, and continued to study in depth as if observing an experimental product, thinking about what other evidence he could show.

—Thought to no avail.When he didn't deliberately pursue it, he couldn't think of how similar two people could be. He just felt familiar with each other. However, when he really looked into it, he discovered that the sense of sight that seemed familiar was made up of such and such details, so that Most of the overlapping details have become ironclad evidence, but the so-called differences can be easily overturned with the two key words "growth" and "injury".

Especially after the relationship, without the shell of deliberate indifference, Zhen Xiao began to show true tenderness and favoritism towards him, and it became closer to the same stubborn and soft one in his memory, who was keen to bully him softly and put all his eggs in one basket. Like his playmate.

Could anyone really be so similar... He blinked his sour eyes, tasted a bit of creepiness for no reason, and suddenly realized that his intuition that occasionally flashed before might be right, and the speculation was just the opposite - he heard the pillow before. Xiao’s family situation, he thought about why the growth backgrounds of the two people overlapped surprisingly. He thought that the similar growth environment created similar personalities. Now that he thinks about it, it may be completely opposite. It is precisely because they are the same person that they can describe the same character. growth environment.

What's more, Zhenxiao has lost his memory, so it's understandable that he couldn't recognize him at first...

His thoughts came to a sudden stop here, he frowned, and felt that he seemed to have found the key to the contradiction - it was fine if he lost his memory and couldn't recognize him at first, but now that he has recovered his memory, why did Zhen Xiao not mention it? In the past, he even showed real jealousy towards his playmate in memory, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Could it be that other memories have been restored, but only the part related to him has been forgotten... This is too absurd, he has never abused others, and he may not have caused any trauma to the other party. It's only been two years, so don't forget him in such a hurry.

Xia Jingzhe took a deep breath, feeling that he was infinitely close to the core of the problem, like groping for a jigsaw puzzle in the dark, and there were only a few scattered pieces left before it was completed, he was scratched so hard that he couldn't help but get up , beckoned to Zhenxiao, and said seriously: "Zuixiao, come here..."

"What's the matter?" Zhenxiao, who is not keen on making him angry, is always very quiet, with a quiet and lonely atmosphere lingering around him, and his tone is also light, a bit like a robot that has just turned on, it takes a few seconds to start the machine. Some emotions—those tenderness and focus that only he can see, "Can't sleep?"

This is also very similar.

Xia Jingzhe couldn't hide her words, and didn't think there was anything to hide about this topic, so she nodded when she heard the words, and admitted frankly: "I was thinking about what you just said."

Zhen Xiao seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then stretched out his hand, clamped his open palm with two fingers, and pinched it repeatedly like playing with a cat's pad: "Which sentence?"

"That's the sentence, if you are him..." Xia Jingzhe met his gaze, and seriously stated the result of his random thinking just now, "Listen to me, I thought for a long time just now, and found that you and him... how to say Well, you are really similar, not in appearance or personality, but in many unconscious small movements and habits, such as liking to bite zipper pulls——then I thought about it, haven’t you lost your memory, is there a possibility? , in fact, the two of you are the same person, it's just that you forgot the experience of that period of time, so you never found out..."

Zhen Xiao looked at him silently and didn't speak. His eyes were so focused that he felt a little guilty. After a pause, he added: "I know it's a bit disrespectful to you, but it's just to provide a possibility, no? Don't be unhappy about trying to impose 'him' on you."

Unexpectedly, however, Zhen Xiao didn't pay much attention to the issue of respect or disrespect. He seemed to accept his conjecture humbly, and then proceeded along with his conjecture: "Then... if I think about it someday, I find that The truth is what you said, what would you do?"

"Huh? What will I do..." Xia Jingzhe raised her eyebrows, and was somewhat stopped by his question, "I don't know what to do, isn't this very good, everyone is happy, so that you don't get jealous anymore, I don't have to worry.' How did he live later—well, he just cared about it, after all, he liked it when he was a child, and he doesn't care so much now, so don't think too much about it."

Zhen Xiao gave a "hmm" and didn't choke him abnormally: "I know."

Xia Jingzhe nodded in relief, and suddenly remembered something, and stretched out his hand to pinch the soft flesh on the side of his cheek: "But... Although this is good, I still hope that the future plot will not go like this, otherwise it will be hard for me to Let it go, but I have to think about it again, and convince myself to forgive you again, um...forgive 'you' once, it will be too exhausting - then it will not be a problem that I can solve by talking to myself, if If there is such a day, then you'd better think carefully about how to compensate me, if you're not sincere enough, I won't forgive you easily."

No worries

Made up the update of the previous two days.

Recently, my physical condition is unstable, so I don’t want to boast about Haikou’s daily changes. Anyway, let’s say at least [-] words a week, lest I go to the hospital again because of staying up late and tinnitus...