Pandora's Box

That night, Lu Feng took Cheng Yichen to a movie premiere, Ke Luo also attended, and I was the only one left at home.

They asked me to go with them, but I said indifferently that I had grown up and was no longer interested in this kind of occasion. Star chasing is just a cloud for a mature person like me.

What's more, in fact, I haven't finished the paper I'm going to hand in tomorrow.

In the top prestigious schools, the life of the low-level students is really too difficult.

Cheng Yichen repeatedly told me to remember to order a nutritious takeaway. In fact, I made a cup of noodles and squatted on the stool to flip through the materials, racking my brains to get the word count.

To put it aside, I wouldn't believe that I gave up such a big opportunity to join in the fun just to hand in my homework.

But now I have gradually grown into the shape of a school animal.

Life is a grinding machine.

While chewing the soaked noodles, I knocked on the keyboard with a long sigh, and then I heard the sound of someone opening the door.Are you wondering if the premiere has been cancelled?As soon as I turned my head, Zhuo Wenyang and I met our eyes.

Zhuo Wenyang looked serious: "I know you won't eat well."

I was criticized, but I couldn't control my brows: "Why are you here?"

Zhuo Wenyang put the bag in his hand on the table and said, "My dad said you didn't go to the movies with them, I think you might need someone to accompany you."

"..."

The firmness of "fucking love" that I had managed to build up these days collapsed in an instant.

You see how beautiful love is, even unrequited love is so high!

As long as the other party casually says a word, you can go straight up to nine days, and the dopamine is secreted as if you don't need money.

"Don't eat instant noodles, I bought the stew pot and Jiangjun duck from Shuweilou."

I had to say: "I'm afraid I won't be able to hand in my thesis. Teacher Fang is really too fierce..."

Zhuo Wenyang looked puzzled: "With me here, why can't the paper be handed in?"

"..."

Even if he doesn't have this skin, the brain alone is really sexy enough.

So I had a comfortable meal, lifted out the dissertation that was about to go into the coffin, and rejuvenated, and continued a wonderful mink tail, and even had time to think about how to spend the rest of the time.

After Zhuo Wenyang supervised my thesis, he turned on his laptop and started working on the screen.

I wanted to watch TV, but now I feel embarrassed to waste the free time he bought for me with his precious time.In order to improve my cultural level and bring our level as close as possible, I can only bite the bullet and read this book.

This tome that was pulled from Cheng Yichen's bookshelf was extremely difficult to read, but with Zhuo Wenyang around, the drudgery of reading seemed to become more beautiful.

To me, Zhuo Wenyang is such an existence that can sublimate everything, even if he doesn't speak, don't move, or even look at me, as long as he sits so quietly, it's like a large piece of prosperity can bloom around him. The eye-catching flowers come, even this book, which can make people feel ashamed after reading two lines, is covered with gorgeous brilliance.

I leaned on the sofa and thought that Zhuo Wenyang was much better-looking than the book, but I couldn't stare at him too blatantly.

I was just reading so happily while secretly looking at Zhuo Wenyang. Slowly, my eyelids became heavier and heavier, and my consciousness gradually drifted away, and then weaved into broken and scattered dreams in the distance.

When the dream ended and consciousness suddenly returned, I realized that I had just fallen asleep.

I opened my eyes suddenly, got up suddenly, and at some point, the blanket covering my body also fell to the ground.

Zhuo Wenyang was still sitting opposite, his posture didn't seem to have changed, except that the computer in front of him was replaced by the book I just held.Hearing the movement, he looked up at me, nodded and said, "Are you awake?"

The sleepiness on his face could be seen with naked eyes. I looked at the clock on the wall and found that it was almost twelve o'clock.

"It's so late?" I was a little surprised, "Hey, I slept for so long!"

"Alright."

"Why don't you go to sleep?" After finishing his work, he could obviously go to rest.

He was taken aback for a moment, and said: "Ah, if I go into the room to sleep, you wake up and find that you are alone, will you be a little lonely?"

I:"……"

Under a person's taciturnity and lack of expression, how can there be so much delicate and silent tenderness.

I suddenly for the first time, kind of regretted my amnesia.

In those few years that I have forgotten, there will be some bits and pieces of good memories between me and him, after all, he is such a good person.

Since I can't expect to have any future with him, it's good to have more memories of the past.

I sat on the sofa hugging my legs and called him: "Zhuo Wenyang."

"Ok?"

"Can you tell me something about our time?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly confused: "When?"

"From my sophomore year to college."

Zhuo Wenyang was taken aback for a moment, as if he had momentary hesitation.

"What do you want to know?"

I said enthusiastically, "Anything is fine. After all, I don't even remember."

That part of my memory, like being wiped back and forth by an eraser, was completely wiped out.

When the doctor explained the rehabilitation plan to me, he talked to me about the probability and timing of recovery for this kind of memory loss. It may never be remembered, maybe it will be remembered decades later, or it may be remembered suddenly up.

For me, I really didn't care at the time.

My life is almost like that, every day is nothing more than the repetition of those routines.

Although the memory is missing a section, there is no lack of feeling when connecting the front and back, just like a tube whose head can be seen at a glance, there is no difference between one or two missing.

But now because of Zhuo Wenyang, I suddenly started to care.

It's like losing a bag of old things that you don't care about throwing in the trash, and once you realize that there are actually some precious pieces in it, you want to go back and find it.

Zhuo Wenyang was silent, as if thinking for a while, and said, "At that time, you would often come to my house to do homework."

I was very surprised: "Yes!"

I can actually do my homework!He still went to his house!

I was pretty brave back then!

I suddenly thought of something: "So I met your mother?"

He nodded: "Yes."

I said embarrassingly, "Then I should be a headache for her. I'm a scumbag, and I keep coming to harass her son."

He smiled and said, "No. My mother likes you very much, and will prepare snacks for us."

"is it?"

"I was always alone in school and didn't have many friends," he said. "My mother was very happy that you were the first classmate who came to my door. She was always worried that I was autistic. When I was a child, she suspected that I had Asperger's." syndrome."

"What is Asperger's Syndrome?"

When I asked this sentence, I suddenly had a subtle sense of déjà vu, as if I had said the same thing at some point.

Zhuo Wenyang glanced at me.

I just thought that I had really gotten along with Aunt Zhuo.I've heard her speak, seen her smile, and more than just a picture.

And even that memory is gone.

The feeling of regret in my heart became stronger.

I thought about it, and then asked, "Then have I met Uncle Chen before?"

He was stunned again, and after a while, he nodded: "Yes."

"is it?"

Cheng Yichen never mentioned this to me.However, if you meet your son's classmates at home, it's really not something that needs to be mentioned specifically, maybe he doesn't even remember seeing me.

"Did I see it when I went to your home to do my homework?"

Zhuo Wenyang was silent again for an instant.He was quiet for a long time, too long, as if it had crashed without warning, and then slowly said: "No."