After being dressed as cannon fodder, I just want a divorce

Yes, he couldn't remember again.

After he was discharged from the hospital, his memory began to decline crazily, lethargy, dizziness, nausea, vomiting, all kinds of unhealthy manifestations appeared on him like buffs.

Any fool knows what this is like.

Zhou Zhou sat in the dining room, raised his head and stared blankly at the crystal chandelier above his head. The loose vision made him feel powerless. During this time, he tried to make himself look more relaxed, but he was depressed like a shadow.

The double blow of physiology and spirit made him fully aware that he is now an unhealthy person.

The crystal pendant reflected the light, and it was inevitable that the eyes would feel sore all the time staring at it. Zhou Zhou felt that the lacrimal glands were filled and tears were about to come out.

"This hurts your eyes, don't look at it." A warm palm blocked all his vision, blocking the bright but stimulating light.

Zhou Zhou held that hand and rubbed it gently on the side of his cheek, as docile as a cat that just passed its lactation period.

Fu Hengzhi was wearing an apron, holding seafood porridge in one hand, and letting the other party rub and rub with the other hand, standing on the spot and looking at the other's face without blinking.

During the period, the fingertips moved slightly inward, and slid across the other's thin and sunken cheeks, lowered his eyes dimly, and said cautiously in a soft voice, "You are thinner, eat more."

The table is full of small stir-fries made of various fresh vegetables, which are light but tasty. It is a table of very healthy and qualified meals.

Zhou Zhou shook his head, kissed the palm of the other party by the way, and burned a moist and hot kiss on the center of the palm.

Just like that, I buried half of my face under the opponent's palm, slowly closed my eyes, and said softly, "Just eat normally."

Fu Hengzhi's throat rolled, he opened his mouth to say something, but bit his lower lip tightly, and hummed lightly.

"I forgot how to use the coffee machine, and I forgot where I put the instruction manual. The coffee I brewed was sour and astringent, and it tasted like pot water."

"I drink it."

"Pfft, I don't need you, I'll take it out and give it to..." Zhou Zhou opened his mouth and stopped suddenly, and continued, resigning himself to his fate: "Give it to him."

Too bad I can't remember the other person's name again.

"Fu Hengzhi."

"I'm here."

"Fu Hengzhi." Zhou Zhou repeated it again, raised his head and rested his chin on the opponent's palm, and looked at the opponent tenderly, "Fu Hengzhi, is my parents' death day approaching?"

"Yes, there are still two days." Fu Hengzhi put down the seafood porridge, pulled out a chair and sat next to the other party, put his arms around the other party's shoulders to ensure that Zhou Zhou could rest on his shoulders, and coaxed: "I will prepare in advance, and I will be there I won't forget."

"You have to remind me." Zhou Zhou buried himself on his shoulder, his voice became smaller and smaller, "I'm afraid I will forget."

"I will always remember." Fu Hengzhi suppressed his voice forcefully, trying to suppress the feeling of being stuck in his throat, and tried his best to make his voice sound as normal as possible.

The restaurant suddenly fell into silence, the dishes on the dining table were still emitting heat, Fu Xiaofan sat alone opposite the two, quietly feeling the tranquility between the two opposite.

After a while, Fu Hengzhi moved, gently picked up the unconscious Zhou Zhou by the waist, and carried him upstairs to the bedroom. He gently put him on the bed and covered him with a quilt, and adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner.

"Zhou Zhou." He wanted to call the other party's name, but he couldn't make a sound.

Sitting decadently on the floor at the head of the bed, quietly looking at the sleeping face of the other party, he is still like a student at the age of 25 or [-], his cheeks are slightly sunken inwards, and his pale lips and bruises under his eyes can't hide his appearance good foundation.

After watching quietly like this for a while, Fu Hengzhi still couldn't hold back and lowered his head, biting his lips tightly so as not to make a sound.

About 10 minutes later, the bedroom door on the second floor opened, Fu Xiaofan stared at the figure at the stairs, and watched Fu Hengzhi walk to the dining table step by step.

With red eyes, Fu Hengzhi glanced at the table full of cold meals, and looked at Fu Xiaofan who was sitting in front of the table and kept a motionless posture, his voice was still a little hoarse when he spoke.

"Let's eat."

"En." Fu Xiaofan nodded, didn't dare to say a word, obediently picked up the small bowl in front of him, and sipped the porridge inside.

Fu Hengzhi just looked at him like this, stretched out his hand to touch the wall of his bowl of porridge, his hand was cold, seeing him eating the delicious food, he stopped when he wanted to say anything.

Sitting on the chair without saying a word, he picked up the porridge bowl and drank it all.

Zhou Zhou has slept until now, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the sun shining through the screen window, the birdsong in the courtyard, and the breathing of the person next to his pillow.

Being embraced by the other party at the waist, Zhou Zhou gently turned over to face Fu Hengzhi, stretched out his hand to caress the other party's cheek, and rubbed the corners of the other party's red eyes with his fingertips. .

Why, why does it have to end like this.

Why couldn't he react early, so maybe the pain of the two of them could be avoided.

Zhou Zhou held back the tears that were about to pour out, slowly removed the opponent's hand from his waist, quietly got up and closed the door.

The door of the second bedroom was opened, and the villain lying on the bed opened his eyes almost at the same time, looked at the door vigilantly, and put down his guard after seeing a familiar figure.

Sitting up, seeing the tears on the other person's face, he closed his mouth that was about to ask.

"The system, can't it really be changed?"

Zhou Zhou collapsed as soon as he opened his mouth, tears were like an unstoppable torrent.

"Why me, but I'm clearly not him!"

"I'm not him, I've changed my destiny, can't I escape the final outcome!"

"It's not fair, I have just started my life, I have a lover, a career, and we will have a lovely child in the future... It's not fair, why is fate written like this!"

Zhou Zhou squatted beside the bed with his head in pain. This was the first time in a long time that he vented these emotions to the system, his voice trembling: "It's not fair...it's not good for Fu Hengzhi. It's not fair...how can we gain it and lose it so quickly..."

Fu Xiaofan's eyes are full of pity and grief, and his human body functions tell him that he should shed tears at this time, but the biggest feedback from the system at this time is a bunch of emotional fluctuations from the character in front of him.

These fluctuations repeatedly erode his consciousness as a system, making him more and more human.

But what kind of human being is he? He is just one of the most common book maintenance systems among thousands of systems, and the person in front of him, the person he has become, and his current father in name are just a piece of data in the book.

The data is created and continued by a developer named the author, and the ending is fixed and cannot be changed.

"I'm sorry..." Fu Xiaofan dragged his young body out of bed, stepped on the cold floor with his bare feet, slowly bent down, knelt on the ground and buried his head in the other's arm, repeating over and over again, "sorry."

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