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Jiang Lin waited until night to open the notebook.

Even if he is curious enough about this notebook.

But he can clearly distinguish between the primary and the secondary, the first thing he wants to grasp now must be what he can have now.

What has passed can only be used for remembrance forever.

Jiang Lin didn't draw the bed curtain in the dormitory. When he first started school, he didn't know there was such a thing, but now he felt that it would be a bit embarrassing to draw it again given the current relationship between them in the dormitory.

It's like guarding against a roommate.

There is no one in their dormitory, not to mention, he doesn't need his own space that much.

He also knows that he is like a robot, he does not do extraneous things, nor has extraneous desires, he is clean, upright, and even has no extreme emotions, so he is not afraid of being observed.

But today is different.

He wants to see this notebook.

He wanted to go to the research room and read these slowly.

So after Qin Wang sent Jiang Lin to the hall of the student dormitory, he found that Jiang Lin was not moving forward, but had the idea of ​​sending him back to the dormitory first.

"Boyfriend, can't you let me take care of you?" Qin Wang regained his courage and hooked Jiang Lin's neck again, calling him "boyfriend".

Jiang Lin's ears were itchy and his Adam's apple rolled to suppress the hoarseness in his voice. He shook his head, indicating that he didn't mean it that way.

"I want to go to the Institute." He whispered, pinching the shoulder straps of his backpack.

He knew that Qin Wang would definitely want to go to class with him the next day, but...

Qin Wang knew what was going on as soon as he thought about it.

"Just looking for a place to live where no one's seeing you?" he asked.

Jiang Lin nodded.

Qin Wang clenched his right fist and hammered the palm of his left hand, "How about you come to my house, I bought a house a while ago, it's next to the school."

"You know, I've long wanted to move out."

Jiang Lin froze for a moment, but there was nothing wrong with it.

Neither of them had yet realized what it meant to be young couples living in the same house.

Qin Wang looked at Jiang Lin, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, this was the person he liked, and now this was his boyfriend, how could he resist not seeing Jiang Lin tomorrow morning? !

What bad idea could Qin Wang use?

He just wanted to see him the next morning.

And Jiang Lin just wanted a space with only himself.

Let him deal with emotions that can spiral out of control.

Of course, Qin Wang would not disturb him. After arriving at the house and choosing a room for Jiang Lin, he waved, "See you tomorrow morning."

At this time, you should leave gracefully.

Jiang Linke slept next to him!

But Qin Wang was a bit reluctant, he said a few unnecessary nonsense.

"Don't forget we go to class together tomorrow."

"By the way, are you afraid of sleeping alone?"

"Or I'll wait for you in the living room."

"If you are afraid, come out and find me."

How could Jiang Lin be afraid? How could he be afraid of being alone after being alone for so long.

He looked about to leave, but Qin Wang, who didn't even turn his footsteps, smiled unconsciously at the corner of his mouth.

"You wait for me." Jiang Lin said, "I'm a little scared."

He was looking at Qin Wang with a gentle smile, but now he was erratic, obviously lying, but there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Night can..."

Qin Wang's eyes were amazingly bright, "I understand!"

"We can sleep together at night!"

"That way you won't be afraid."

This was simply an unexpected gain, Qin Wang backed away again, he hugged Jiang Lin, looking at his boyfriend's cheek which was close at hand.

But he didn't dare to kiss yet, he could only watch Jiang Lin's long eyelashes flickering, and his heart was tickled by the soft eyelashes, everything was erratic like in a dream.

"I'll pack up the quilt later." Without delay, Qin Wang pushed Jiang Lin into the room, and was finally willing to leave, and couldn't help urging, "Look quickly!"

Jiang Lin remembered that thick notebook, which seemed to record a lot of things, if he really wanted to read it, he couldn't read it all in one night.

But he nodded.

"I'll go find you sooner."

Qin Wang closed the door for him, Jiang Lin went back to the room and turned on the light, sat on the chair in front of the table, took out the notebook from his backpack cherishingly.

This should have been his experimental record.

It stands to reason that there should be other emotions to dissipate, and Jiang Lin's remaining emotions towards him will be much less.

But Jiang Lin's hands still trembled a little.

He took a deep breath and calmed down his emotions before turning to the first page.

In fact, Jiang Lin had seen what Lin Liang wrote, and those were Lin Liang's study notes.

After so many years, the mother in my memory was slowly distorted into the form of accusation. She cried ferociously and pointedly accused, "If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't report the wrong child, and we wouldn't die in a car accident on the way. .”

But none of that is real.

This is a fictitious memory given to him by the brain, Jiang Lin knows, but their once warm feelings have long been replaced by this ferocious accusation.

He didn't even dare to recall those.

So now Lin Liang, who Jiang Lin is used to, is only left with the way she deals with problems when she is studying.

She is smart and sharp, and she sees problems sharply. She will write her own ideas and perceptions on the margins of the page, and has her own unique sense of sharpness and aggression.

Is it the same with this notebook?

He didn't dare to expect Lin Liang to have maternal love for him from the very beginning, because she regarded him as an experiment at first.

Then it became a discarded experiment.

If this notebook showed love for him from the beginning, he would inevitably feel a little panic.

Simply, the first page is the research data that Jiang Lin is familiar with.

This record book has been recorded since Jiang Lin was born.

Those on the left are Jiang Lin's physical condition, and those on the right are Lin Liang's guesses and thoughts.

After flipping through several pages in succession, they were all research data, but Jiang Lin let out a sigh of relief when he saw it.

For the first time, he wasn't so disinterested in these research data, skipping the data to find some crap that shouldn't be there.

Finally, he found the change in Lin Liang's mood in a pile of data.

"...There is no abnormality in the hormones, and the data proves that Lin Jiang is a normal two-year-old child..."

I usually finish writing here, but now there is an extra sentence.

"This kid wasn't born a beta, was he?"

She drew a few lines on the notebook with sharp strokes, vaguely like a flower.

But Lin Liang's painting skills are really not that good, it looks a bit like a doodle.

She looks a little annoyed.

Since then, for the notebook, there should be more messages than there are.

"He ate a few more French fries today. Can children eat more fried food? His dad is a waste, he can't stand it at all. This will definitely affect the measurement of hormone levels."

Will not.

Jiang Lin thought to himself, although fried food will affect the secretion of hormones, how much can a child eat.

Sure enough, she continued to say in the next few records, "He is really obedient today. His father took him to eat fried chicken and forgot about the test. He can still remember it. The test went well. He can do it tonight." Reward him with a Coke once in a while without affecting his teeth."

After this sentence, there was another line of characters, not as ostentatious as Lin Liang's, but meaningful and elegant.

"Don't spoil him, he drank a lot last night."

Jiang Lin suddenly laughed out loud. As their records were revealed bit by bit, some of their dusty memories could be remembered, while others had completely dissipated in the torrent of time.

Jiang Lin could see the tip of the iceberg through this notebook, the past life was vaguely reappearing in his memory.

Before the age of five, there were very few casual records about Jiang Lin in this notebook, and more of them were like the one above. Although it was inevitable to represent some emotional complaints, the more purpose seemed to be to list the things that might affect Jiang Lin. Lin Hormone Measuring Substance.

Even if it's only a little bit possible.

After the age of five, the child's glands already have the ability to initially distinguish gender.

There was no need for a group test at all, Lin Liang gave Jiang Lin the test himself.

The record was broken for two days, and a new thing was written on a blank sheet of paper.

Jiang Lin felt that she was getting angry from embarrassment, but she also had uncontrollable joy.

It was still her sharp brushstrokes, those hands that had been recording cold data, finally wrote something else in this notebook.