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"Are you awake?" I heard someone whispering in a daze.

Yan Luoqing, who didn't know how she fell asleep last night, opened her eyes and looked at the strange man in front of her suspiciously.

"I just cooked some mung bean porridge, do you want to serve it to you?" The man smiled softly.

Yan Luoqing said: "No, I can serve it myself." He sat up from the bed and looked around for a while, it was definitely his room.

But who is this man?How did you get in?

He hasn't hired a part-time worker recently.

The man was sitting at the table next to his bed, using his computer skillfully, as if he was searching for some information, taking it for granted.

"Who are you?" Yan Luoqing tried her best to sound calm.

The man turned his head and looked at him slightly surprised, "What's wrong with you?"

Yan Luoqing stood up and looked at him with a frown: "I said, who are you? Why are you in my house."

The man put down the mouse in his hand, smiled wryly, and said, "Who do you say I am?"

"How many times do you want me to repeat it?" Yan Luoqing was calculating the remaining amount of her patience.

The man suddenly grabbed his hand and kissed his fingertips: "Don't you love me?"

Yan Luoqing shuddered all over, and pulled her hand back suddenly, "Are you sick? If you are sick, go to the hospital as soon as possible. I can't treat it."

The man's face turned pale, and he said pitifully, "We've been together for almost two years, you can tell me if you're dissatisfied with me, why are you doing this?"

Yan Luoqing couldn't help but laugh, "Brother, I don't know you, and I didn't even meet you two years ago."

"Brother?" The man's face became even more ugly, "We met in Hokkaido in 2008, and now it's 2014. It's been a whole year and nine months. Are you just playing with me?"

"Hokkaido?" Yan Luoqing laughed, "Come on, I've never been to Hokkaido. Did you recognize the wrong person?" Wait, he said it's 2014?Sure enough, a lunatic.

Yan Luoqing didn't intend to continue communicating with the lunatic on this issue, so she picked up her mobile phone and dialed 120, "Hey, a lunatic broke in here..."

The man hugged him from behind suddenly, snatched his mobile phone, and murmured, "I love you. Don't do this to me."

Yan Luoqing sneered: "I love you, mom, I don't know you."

The man said softly: "Look at me again, you really don't know me anymore?"

Yan Luoqing turned to look at his face helplessly, but she couldn't see his face clearly.

I also panicked in my heart, what's going on?Is this man a monster?

Turning his head to look at the calendar on the wall, 2010 was written where 2014 should have been written.

The man was still asking unwillingly: "Look at me, look at me."

I looked at the man again, but still couldn't see his face clearly.Even his face gradually became foggy, and something gradually protruded from the fog...

Yan Luoqing struggled to be woken up by her own screams.

Water splashed all over.

Only then did he realize that he was lying in the bathtub with mist curling up.

It was just a dream.

Panting, Yan Luoqing came out of the bathtub, wiped off the water on her body, and looked at the empty room with lingering fear.

Fortunately, there were no strangers, and there was no mung bean porridge.

He has a splitting headache.

Could all that be true?

Is the forgotten man in the dream a reflection of himself?

And Zhao Zuo looked at him with disgust and inexplicable just like himself in the dream?

Yan Luoqing made a cup of coffee and sat on the chair anxiously.

He took the phone and found the number in the contacts, stared at it for half an hour, and finally pressed it.

The color bell rang one after another, one after another.

Every cycle made Yan Luoqing more anxious.

After a long time, the notification tone finally sounded, and Zhao Zuo's lazy voice came over impatiently: "...do you fucking know what time it is?"

Yan Luoqing took a deep breath, "Do you know who I am?"

"My surname is Yan, if you are sick, go to the hospital as soon as possible. I don't care about it." Before he finished speaking, the prompt sound of hanging up sharply hurt Yan Luoqing's eardrum.

At two o'clock in the morning, Zhao Zuo, who was just woken up by an inexplicable phone call, tossed and turned irritably, most of his drowsiness disappeared inexplicably, can he still catch up with that sweet dream just now?

After tossing and turning for a long time, before he could fall asleep again, suddenly there was an unfamiliar ringtone from the door.

The anger that Zhao Zuo had accumulated for a long time came up immediately, he stepped on the slippers, opened the door and shouted: "Who~! Robbery?!"

Standing outside the door was the man who just called him.

Yan Luoqing stood in front of him in what looked like pajamas and house slippers, with a gloomy expression on her face.

Zhao Zuo reflexively took two steps back: "How?"

Yan Luoqing didn't reply, just walked in and sat on the sofa in a daze.

Zhao Zuo turned on the light in the living room, only to realize that Yan Luoqing was really wearing pajamas, and there was not even a vest inside, and his knuckles were blue from the cold.

Seeing that Yan Luoqing hadn't spoken for a long time, he could only say, "Is there something wrong?"

"Do you really think I'm sick?" Yan Luoqing said without answering.

He didn't say this sentence, but once he said it...Zhao Zuo felt that this sentence was really suitable for the occasion, and he was funny but didn't dare to laugh at the moment, "Did the gas explode in your house or the ceiling suddenly collapsed? It's so cold." Run out like this."

Yan Luoqing looked up at him, hesitated to speak.I don't know if it's grief or anger or something similar on his face, it looks even more gloomy.

Zhao Zuo originally thought he would say something, but he didn't say anything, he just got up slowly and walked to the door, "Pretend I haven't been here before."

"What?" Before Zhao Zuo could react, Yan Luoqing had already left the door like a gust of wind.

Zhao Zuo stayed in place for two or three seconds, looking at the empty gate: What's going on?Is this hallucination?Has he really been here?

Yan Luoqing walked quickly on the dark street, he forgot where he parked the car just now.

He didn't even know what the meaning of this trip was.

Is it just to ask a neurotic question like a psycho?

The street lamps stood in a row far away, and the brightness of the road under the street lamps reflected the deep darkness in other corners.

The January wind, which was often colder than the December one, slashed across his face like a knife, slipping through the sleeves of his loose pajamas and cutting his skin.

Seems like the car is parked across the street...

Just as Yan Luoqing was about to walk over, she suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind.

In such a silent night, a fallen leaf can be heard falling to the ground.

The sound of hurried footsteps stepping on the stone brick road is especially clear.

Yan Luoqing couldn't help turning her head back.

I saw Zhao Zuo wearing a coat and running towards this side more than ten meters behind him.

Yan Luoqing reflexively turned around and ran away.

"Fuck, why are you running?" Zhao Zuo called out.

How do I know what I'm running.Yan Luoqing said in her heart.

The two played and chased for a while on the empty street, and Zhao Zuo couldn't bear to curse, "You run away by yourself, crazy."

Yan Luoqing heard that there were no footsteps chasing after her, so she slowly slowed down, leaned down and put her hands on her knees to breathe.

After a while, Zhao Zuo approached slowly, "Hello."

Yan Luoqing didn't respond, and didn't run anymore, she just squatted down and lost her mind: What the hell am I doing?

Zhao Zuo's voice came from above his head: "What's wrong with you?"

Yan Luoqing shook her head, Zhao Zuo put the back of his hand on his forehead, "...not hot? What's the matter with you?"

Yan Luoqing stood up, "Leave me alone." She walked towards her car.

Zhao Zuo followed him and muttered, "It's the middle of the night, did I take the wrong medicine? I didn't sleep well all night..."

Yan Luoqing stood down, looked back at Zhao Zuo, saw that he was wearing pajamas and slippers besides the coat, and frowned, "Why are you out?"

"A crazy person came to the house, can you not chase him out to have a look?" Zhao Zuo rolled his eyes.

Yan Luoqing thought about it, but couldn't think of a reason to put him off, so she could only say: "I'm going home. You don't have to follow."

"You still know the way home?" Zhao Zuo doubted his IQ.

Yan Luoqing sneered, "Go back to your house."

After walking two steps, Zhao Zuo suddenly yelled and laughed, "Boss Yan, did you pee your pants?"

"You're not finished." Yan Luoqing was about to start cursing, but when she looked down, she saw a wet stain on the trouser leg of her calf.

What's this?Lifting up the trousers, only to see a black liquid continuously gushing out from the inside of the calf.

After a while, I realized that it was not black liquid, but red blood.The night also hides its true color.

At this time, bursts of tingling pain came up through the frozen and numb nerves belatedly.

It is estimated that I was in a hurry just now, and I don't know where I got it.

Zhao Zuo leaned over to look at the wound for him, "It looks like a tree branch scratched, and the pants are all torn." After a pause, "...Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

In fact, this is just a minor injury. The wounds Yan Luoqing got in fights when she was a child are much worse than this one. There is no need to go to the hospital at all, just take care of it by yourself.He was about to refuse, but he suddenly realized that he raised his head and glanced at Zhao Zuo: "...my car is in front."

Zhao Zuo also glanced at him, "I'm just being polite, I don't really intend to send you there." Seeing Yan Luoqing staring at him quietly, he could only say, "Yes, just this once."

When Zhao Zuo was concentrating on the navigation and driving, Yan Luoqing glanced at him from the passenger seat, but Zhao Zuo didn't notice it at all.

"Xiaofu." Yan Luoqing called out in a low voice.

Zhao Zuo looked over inexplicably, "What is it? The name of the hospital. Let me tell you first, I will only take you to the nearest hospital."

"Whatever." Yan Luoqing sighed in her heart: What the hell is this?