Survival Paradox [Infinite]

"Beep-"

Ji Jingzhe's mouth was stretched into a straight line, and the expression on his entire face changed completely. An unknown, inhuman force descended on him, making him suddenly... not a human being anymore. .

Wei Chi was completely dumbfounded.

At that moment, his hair stood on end, his logic collapsed, and all his thinking stopped completely.

"Ah... ah—"

Ji Jingzhe hugged her head, her whole body's muscles were tense, blue tendons popped out on her forearm exposed by her sleeves rolled up, as if she was enduring some great pain.

"I didn't...&...%I*%...%&...you...*&&%#￥..."

A series of syllables with unclear meanings flew through his mouth, and Wei Chi thought blankly that the other language other than the Chinese mixed in it seemed not to come from any language system in the world.

"Oh!"

"Boom!"

Ji Jingzhe rolled onto the ground with her head in her arms, and hit the foot of the bed again somewhere, and the impact was so loud that Wei Chi's teeth ached.

Ji Jingzhe was still talking, Chinese and that incomprehensible language were mixed together, as if a schizophrenic was talking to himself.As he spoke, he struggled, the unknown force continued to torment him, his body writhed painfully, and occasionally touched the corner of the bed table.

Wei Chi came to his senses, feeling extremely distressed, pulled the quilt to cover Ji Jingzhe who was on the ground, and then threw himself up, trying to suppress Ji Jingzhe's action of hurting himself.

But Ji Jingzhe's strength was too great, he felt that he was pressing on Ji Jingzhe's body, like a boat drifting with the current, it was useless at all, he could only use his palm to rest the back of Ji Jingzhe's head that was about to hit the wall.

He wanted to wake Ji Jingzhe, but he couldn't make a sound.

It took nearly 10 minutes for Ji Jingzhe to calm down. Wei Chi was sweating profusely on top of him, almost collapsed.

Both were panting wildly.

The quilt was pushed to one side in the struggle, and Wei Chi was pushed to the side, the two became head to head, Ji Jingzhe knelt and curled up on the ground, Wei Chi knelt a little more straight, hugging on top Ji Jingzhe's shoulder.At this time, Ji Jingzhe calmed down, relieved his strength, and put his head on Weichi's stomach.

Wei Chi heaved a sigh of relief, touched Ji Jingzhe's face, and touched a handful of water.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Chi Chi." Ji Jingzhe cried and said, "I really, really don't want to hide it from you... I, I really... can't say it."

Wei Chi touched his face again, expressing that he knew.

He used to always think that "he has difficulties and can't say it" is an excuse, but now he finally knows what is true and "can't say it" in a literal sense.

Ji Jingzhe said again: "But what I said is the truth."

Wei Chi thought to himself, let it go, you still lied to me that I was Lancelot in Avalon, but he still touched his face again and didn't pursue it anymore.

Ji Jingzhe slowly hugged his waist, sobbing and crying again.

Wei Chi hugged and coaxed him for a while, then suddenly he had an idea.After looking around, he found that the phone was not too far away, so he stretched out his foot to hook it over, started typing, and showed it to Ji Jingzhe after typing.

[Then can I ask questions? ]

Ji Jingzhe raised his head, eyes red, and looked at him ignorantly.

[I ask, if you can't answer, you don't answer. ]

In this way, the space for truth can be slowly squeezed out.

Ji Jingzhe's eyes lit up and he nodded.

Wei Chi began to ask.

[Are you human? ]

Ji Jingzhe nodded.

[You said that you had a 'car accident' during those five years, is that true? ]

Ji Jingzhe: "Yes."

["Car Crash" isn't five years, it's just an instant, right? ]

This time Ji Jingzhe hesitated: "Yes."

[The other times, are you in a conscious state? ]

Ji Jingzhe: "Yes."

[Is your consciousness in your original world? ]

Ji Jingzhe didn't nod or shake his head, this is an unanswerable question.

Wei Chi paused, thought for a while, and continued typing.

[In those five years, how did you feel? ]

Ji Jingzhe recalled: "At first...it was very painful and painful. Later, it gradually recovered, very happy, very happy...After that, it was very worrying and desperate...At the end, it was very firm."

Speaking of this, Ji Jingzhe's body swayed, he pressed his temple, and said: "'It' is warning me."

Wei Chi's heart shuddered, and he remembered the existence of this "it".

"Wei Chi." Ji Jingzhe grabbed his hand very hard, as if trying to stop him from continuing, "I'm afraid that 'it' will come out again and hurt you."

Wei Chi typed: [Last question. ]

Ji Jingzhe: "Okay."

Wei Chi typed for a long time this time, typed and deleted, deleted and typed.Finally, he showed the line.

[Are you my Ji Jingzhe? ]

Ji Jingzhe looked at him, and he saw himself in Ji Jingzhe's clear amber eyes.

Ji Jingzhe said, "I am."

At that moment, Wei Chi was convinced that he heard the sound of the valley's cool breeze passing through his chest, and all the haze was blown away.

As long as this is the case, he has nothing to fear from all the tests of fate.

He knelt up straight, and pulled Ji Jingzhe up, and the two hugged each other face to face, like two swans crossing their necks.

He turned his head and rubbed Ji Jingzhe's cheek with the tip of his nose and lips.

[Don't be afraid, I will protect you too. ]

Ji Jingzhe hugged him and cried loudly.

Suddenly, a high-pitched, ancient telephone rang—from the landline at home.

After the popularization of mobile phones, this landline has not rang for a long time.

Wei Chi picked it up and switched on the speakerphone.

Before Ji Jingzhe could speak for him, he asked anxiously: "Xiao Chi? Is it Xiao Chi?"

Wei Chi recognized that it was his uncle whom he hadn't contacted for many years, and at the same time Ji Jingzhe answered for him: "Yes."

"I can't get in touch with your mother! You should go back to your hometown!" said the uncle, "Your grandma fell down...it probably happened in the past few days."

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Ji Jingzhe's well-prepared nutritious meal was eventually reduced to a box lunch on a long-distance journey.

After receiving the call, the two packed up as quickly as possible and drove on the road to Yunquan Village where Wei Chi's grandma lived.

Wei Chi didn't want to eat at all, but he still managed to eat some by himself. Unfortunately, the road was bumpy, and his stomach, which hadn't been treated well for more than ten days, protested. He vomited all at the rest stop, and then he could only lie down in fatigue dozed off in the chair.

He closed his eyes, the light and shadow outside the car danced on his eyelids, and his thoughts flew back to those summers spent in Yunquan Village many years ago along this road.

Yunquan Village is next to a clear stream. When he lived in Yunquan Village every summer, he would go to catch fish, catch crabs, and turtles. There are a lot of fish and shrimps, and they don't expose people to the sun. Probably the small animals also know the truth of "it's good to enjoy the shade under the big tree".

Grandma is very good at singing, she can sing "Grandma Bridge" and "Little Swallow", and she can also sing "Folk Songs Are Like Spring River Water" and "Nine Nine Sunny Days".

Sometimes he lost track of the time, and when his grandma sang "Looking for the Red Army" at the door, he knew he was going home for dinner.

At that time, Ji Jingzhe's grandfather was still there, and the two families would often eat together. The dinner table was lively and the time was gentle. All the cool-toned things were far, far away from these memories.

After he entered middle school, he seldom went there again.It is rare to come back once, but see that the Qingxi River has become a stinky ditch because of the upstream factory.

But whenever he thinks of Yunquan Village, the first thing he thinks of is the golden sunshine, clear stream, tree shadows, and grandma's singing.

He knew that the situation would change and time would pass, but he was always unwilling to accept it and did not take any action.

...is it too late?

Anyway, I still did something indescribable last night. Although my spirits are good, my body is still too much. I was a little sore and my legs were weak. After riding for more than six hours, Wei Chi almost didn't kneel when he got off the bus at Yunquan Village. to the ground.

The car was parked on the gravel paved by the villagers themselves, and there was still a mountain road to go to grandma's house.When the two arrived at the yard of grandma's house, the sun had already set in the west.

There were two men sitting on the tree stump at the gate of the courtyard. Wei Chi recognized one of them as Third Cousin, and the other looked familiar but couldn't name him.The third cousin also saw him, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Is it Xiaochi?"

Wei Chi nodded.

Ji Jingzhe asked: "How is grandma?"

The third cousin sighed: "Go in quickly."

There were also quite a few people in the yard, all gathered together in silence, and no one spoke.The jujube tree on the old jujube tree in the yard has matured, but no one picked it, and many of them fell to the ground and rotted.

Wei Chi entered the house.

There were several circles of people around the hospital bed, all wearing dark clothes, at first glance it seemed to be pitch black.When they heard the noise, they made way for Wei Chi. At the end of the road was the old man lying on the bed and the uncle sitting beside the bed.

The uncle looked ten years older than Wei Chi remembered, and said, "Little Chi is here, come here."

Wei Chi walked over, and at a certain moment, he had a strange feeling - the group of relatives in black divided into two waves, like two rows of solemn tombstones, staring at him.

Ji Jingzhe followed him, supported one of his shoulders, and asked for him: "Uncle, how is grandma?"

The uncle looked at Ji Jingzhe a little strangely, and replied: "I fell while standing on the stool to take the bowl, and was sent to the hospital. The doctor told me to bring it home... I can't speak anymore."

Wei Chi rushed to the bedside, grabbed one of grandma's hands, tears were brushed away, and a short "ah" came out of his throat.

The uncle was even more strange, frowning and asked Ji Jingzhe: "What's wrong with Xiao Chi?"

Ji Jingzhe said in a low voice: "Something happened at home...he can't speak for the time being."

"An accident? What's the matter?" The uncle said, "I can't get through to my little sister...Is there something serious?"

Ji Jingzhe said vaguely, "That's right."

Wei Chi cried for a while, feeling a movement in his hand, and after a while, grandma opened her eyes.

The old man is over 80 years old, his eyelids are loose and drooping, and the eyes are squeezed to a small size. Because of cataracts, the eyeballs are gray and cloudy.

Wei Chi propped himself up so that the old man could see him, and made two more breathless sounds.

Grandma's eyes slowly focused, and she also saw him, and then smiled at him.

The old and the young looked at each other, unable to speak.