reverse trapping

The clock in the camera freezes the time at eleven o'clock in the morning.

Seeing the smile on Shen Jinzhi's lips, Cheng Mu's heart trembled.

So Shen Jinzhi had already discovered that he was sleeping at that time, and even laughed at him for a class?

... Embarrassed and can repeatedly whip the corpse.

Cheng Mu pushed away the phone, wishing he could get into an isolated space on the spot.

Qin Yi grinned and took back the phone, only then did he see that Mr. Shen was actually involved in this matter.

He took a deep breath, his movements exaggerated as if he could catch his breath in the next second.

"My God, Mr. Shen won't think about my skipping class again, will he?"

Fang Shuo was still in the fog, but the two insiders around him were trapped in their own troubles, and they didn't intend to answer his questions at all.

Cheng Mu's heart was very stuffy, and he planned to get off work and rest directly.

He ignored Fang Shuo's voice asking Qin Yi over and over again, and walked away slowly.

He went back to the rental house.

It was still early, and the sun was lying softly on the floor of the living room, making the room extremely warm.

The light gently eased Cheng Muze's mood. He changed his shoes and opened the door of the second bedroom.

When I left in the morning, I forgot to open the door to ventilate, the air in the room was not fresh.

Cheng Mu left the door open and opened the window.

A breeze passed through the sycamore trees outside the window and poured into the room, taking away part of the lingering stuffy air.

Speaking of it, he really hates everything related to finance. After all, it was not his original intention to choose this major, but it is an exaggeration to be able to fall asleep in class every time.

Could it be that after so many years, his brain can no longer accept this level of rejection?

Thinking about it, Cheng Mu approached the bookshelf disbelievingly, and found a copy of "Western Economics" among the backlog of books at the bottom.

This book was brought back from Beichi City unintentionally by him. It was the book he used when he was in school.

He didn't know why this book was mixed in a pile of photography books, but in short, it was brought back to Jinsong by accident.

Cheng Mu sat by the bed and opened the book.

The old ink smell in the dusty books filled Mu Ze's nostrils with the turning of the pages.

Cheng Mu stopped on one of the pages, and there was a bunch of sycamore flowers that had been dried into specimens between the pages.

His eyes lit up.

Perhaps it was too long ago, but Cheng Mu had no memory of it.

For example, when he unpacked the express delivery, he found that the merchant had given him an extra gift, which brought him a little sense of surprise.

Cheng Mu stretched out his hand, and when his fingertips touched the withered petals, an abnormal buzzing suddenly sounded in his ears.

Hidden under the sharpness, there are many mixed voices.

"Those are the key points."

"Did you finish yesterday's question today?"

"You seem sleepy? Do you want to continue?"

Immediately afterwards, those already vague voices changed and distorted, turning into sharp knives and piercing through Cheng Muze's mind.

Cheng Mu lost consciousness in the sudden burst of pain, and fell stiffly on the bed.

The book tumbled from his lap, and the dried flowers that he spit out floated down and landed at his feet.

Cheng Mu seemed to have entered the chaotic vortex of time and space, and when he stopped in the turbulent flow, he was sleeping on the table.

"You fell asleep only ten minutes after I went out, have you drawn the curve yet?"

The tone was very serious, forcing Cheng Mu to wake up from his sleep.

He slowly got up from the table, only to realize that he was in the library.

There are people sitting densely around, and everyone is writing hard.

Cheng Mu tilted his head slightly, just about to look at the person he was talking to.

A cold voice came one after another: "Look at the question, don't look at me."

Cheng Mu lowered his head reflexively, staring at the exercise book.

Beside him, the person who was staring at him writing the title opened the pages of the book, and a sycamore flower pressed in the book attracted Cheng Muze's attention.

"want to?"

Before Cheng Mu could answer, a flower appeared on his page.

"I picked it up on the side of the road, and I'll give it to you if you want it." He whispered, "Can you do the questions well now?"

Cheng Mu looked at the pages of the book that were slightly raised due to the foreign object, and licked his lips.

"If only I could borrow your brain to take the exam, it's only two days, and I'll return it to you after you finish the exam."

The people around him sighed softly: "You are so smart, you don't need to borrow your brain at all. If you can, you probably need to borrow a memory."

"Then lend me some memory." Cheng Mu leaned over, "Don't be so stingy, just borrow some~"

"No."

Cheng Mu pursed his lips, and the pen in his hand dropped due to weakness.

On the side, the man continued: "Memory cannot be borrowed, but I can help you create memory."

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When Cheng Mu woke up again, it was already midnight.

The warm night wind poured down and hit Cheng Muze's cheeks, gently bringing him back to reality.

Cheng Mu stood up straight, and the unadjusted "sleeping position" gave rise to soreness, which slowly oozes out from under the skin.

Just now he seemed to have dreamed about the scene where he made up lessons before the postgraduate entrance examination, or in other words, he remembered a little memory about his make-up lessons.

But that's all, he still can't remember who is in the memory and what was said.

Slowly, he rubbed his swollen temples with his wrist bones, and closed the doors and windows one by one.

Originally, it was just dreaming a little more frequently, but the current situation seems to be more serious than he imagined.

He must go to the hospital.

Early the next morning, Cheng Mu went to the city hospital to make an appointment.

Because he came early, it was his turn before he had to wait a while.

He opened the door of Dr. Jiang's office.

"Yo, I haven't been here for a while."

After returning to Jinsong City, he got to know Dr. Jiang through someone's introduction, and he treated him for a long time.

Dr. Jiang is serious but not rigid, and he is also very humorous. Every time Cheng Mu comes here, it is more like meeting and chatting with friends.

Cheng Mu opened the stool and sat down, and said with a smile, "It's just that I've been a little busy recently."

"Busy about dating?"

"Huh?" Cheng Mu was at a loss.

"I saw you in my cousin's circle of friends. It seems to be a confession post. Inside it is a photo of you in the classroom of Tianjin University. Why, chasing female college students?"

Cheng Mu smiled shyly: "An oolong incident, stop making fun of me."

Dr. Jiang smiled back: "Okay. Then let's get back to business, come here today, did you remember anything?"

"Yes, but not quite."

Cheng Mu showed a look of embarrassment: "In the past half month, I have dreamed more frequently than usual. Sometimes I know that I have dreamed things from the past, but I can't remember them; sometimes, I can remember a little bit of information. But it’s basically invalid memory.”

Cheng Mu said that while Dr. Jiang was recording in the notebook, the nib of the pen fell smoothly, but the handwriting was hard to read.

"Have you been in frequent contact with people you knew in the past recently?"

Among the old acquaintances, besides Qin Yi, probably only Chen Jiao.

"Yes, but not often."

To keep the matter from the doctor, Cheng Mu briefly stated his recent entanglement with Chen Jiao, but still concealed the part between him and Professor Shen.

After finishing speaking, Dr. Jiang twirled the pen holder in his hand: "In the final analysis, the biggest obstacle to your memory recovery is psychological factors, which cannot be solved by drug treatment. My suggestion is to get in touch step by step, and then look at the situation."

Cheng Mu was silent for a moment, but still did not reveal the source of his worries.

He nodded, planning to talk later.

After taking the medicine list prescribed by Dr. Jiang, Cheng Mu went to the pharmacy to get the medicine and left the hospital.

In the studio, Fang Shuo was doing the post-production of yesterday's photoshoot. Seeing Cheng Mu come over, he hurriedly stopped what he was doing and handed over a box of candy.

"Mu Ze, do you want some candy?"

Cheng Mu lowered his eyes, and when his eyes moved to the candy box in Fang Shuo's hand, there was always a feeling of deja vu.

"Take two yuan quickly~ This is delicious."

Cheng Mu took out two pieces from it, and carefully examined the wrappers that wrapped the candies.

"Didn't I go to the next door yesterday? Party A just bought five copies of this handmade candy the day before, and he kindly gave me one."

"Extremely kind?" Cheng Mu was puzzled, "Is this candy expensive?"

Fang Shuo shook his head quickly: "It's a little bit more expensive, after all, it's handmade candy, it's understandable. This kind of candy is very famous in the next city, but it's very hard to buy. Each person pays the limit of purchase each time, and you have to queue up for two." more than an hour."

Cheng Mu looked carefully at the wrapping paper in his hand again, and the memories of the previous few days suddenly emerged.

——Shen Jinzhi went on a business trip to the next city, and didn't he just bring him this brand of candy?

Cheng Mu smiled, and stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth casually: "Then I'm quite lucky, a friend went there on a business trip two days ago, the event party prepared this kind of candy, and even brought me a box .”

"How is it possible? Did you remember wrongly? Their family does not accept any sugar supplies for receptions and banquets. There are only their husband and wife in the store. It is very difficult to sell to individual customers who come to line up. I have not had the energy to expand other business."

"But that's what my friend said." Cheng Mu said affirmatively.

Hearing this, Fang Shuo paused with the tip of his tongue stirring the candy, raised his eyes seriously, and suddenly realized.

His voice was slightly raised, with a hint of gossip: "Long line up to buy candy for you, and you still keep it from your friends...

"Could it be that you have a crush on you?"

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