Can't tell the truth from the fake

Lu Xi sat on the balcony. North America was humid and warm in early summer. The eaves blocked the sunlight that was not too harsh. The breeze gently blew the broken hair on his forehead. He felt a little sleepy.

"Hey!" He was patted on the shoulder suddenly, and his drowsiness disappeared in an instant.

He turned his head slightly resentful, and saw Ji Chong's blinking brown eyes.

"Why... do you live here too? You and Qingshi..." Lu Xi asked in surprise, he remembered that Ji Chongming left here last night.

"Of course not, my family lives nearby." Ji Chong pouted and said, "It was Qingshi who asked me to come here."

"Did you have something to do with me?"

"It's fine, maybe she's afraid that she's not here, leaving only you alone, what trouble will you cause?"

"..."

Lu Xi twitched the corner of his mouth, gaining a deeper understanding of Chinning's notoriety.

"Forget it, I'm just teasing you." Probably because of Lu Xi's uneasy expression, Ji Chong said hastily, "Qing Shi was afraid that your life would be inconvenient and asked me to help you."

"...Then I thank you." Lu Xi smirked and twitched the corners of his mouth helplessly. In fact, he believed the first argument more.

Ji Chong was stunned, he stared straight at Lu Xi, and unconsciously rubbed his fingers against the corner of his mouth, as if wiping his saliva, Lu Xi's back felt hairy when he saw him.

"Hey, hey, what do you see me doing?"

Ji Chong was stunned as if he was suddenly awakened, with a trace of intoxication that came from nowhere on his face.

Lu Xi frowned.

Ji Chong said with a smile: "It is said that mixed-race children inherit the advantages of both parents, so it seems reasonable. To be honest, Chinning, your face is really a disaster for the country and the people."

After hearing this, Lu Xi pinched his cheeks unnaturally. After all, it wasn't his own body, and he always felt that it was like doves occupying a magpie's nest when others said that.

He also didn't know where the real owner of this body went, maybe he was beaten to death by those people after being drunk in a bar.

He is a person who gets by and is content with the status quo, and he doesn't care whether he is supernatural or atheist. If he gets a life for nothing, he must continue to live.

"You don't even forget your own face, do you?" Ji Chong watched Lu Xi for a long time without responding, he just pinched his cheek in a daze, and didn't respond when it turned red.

Lu Xi came back to his senses and let go of his hand, only to feel the tingling pain on his cheek.

It is true that he has not seriously looked at himself since he woke up.

He limped on crutches to the mirror in the bedroom, looked at the portrait in the mirror, and gasped.

He twisted to the left, and the man in the mirror twisted to the left.

He swayed to the right, and the person in the mirror also swayed to the right.

Only then did he believe that this person was indeed himself.

He is about 180cm tall, and his complexion is extremely fair, which is much paler than his previous self.The brow bone is high but not obtrusive, the eye sockets are slightly sunken, and the light gray pupils roll under the double eyelids with European and American characteristics.

The sun shines on his face through the window of the bedroom, and a small shadow is reflected on the high bridge of the nose. He slightly purses his thin lips, which are somewhat dull in color due to the initial recovery from a serious injury, and his light gray eyes are more clear against the light. .

"Well, I'm right." Ji Chong came to him at some point, and put one hand on his shoulder.

Lu Xi became a little sluggish again, he nodded subconsciously and muttered in a low voice: "So why does this person grow up like this and still be a scum..."

"Scum has nothing to do with looks, it's a matter of character." Ji Chong looked at his slightly messy hairstyle in the mirror, "Besides, if it wasn't for this face, you would be such a scumbag."

Lu Xi nodded approvingly, and suddenly remembered that Ji Chong seemed to have mentioned mixed blood just now.

"I remember you saying I'm a mixed race?"

"Yes, your father is American and your mother is Chinese. Look, your hair is black."

He touched his only black hair that made him feel friendly, which was probably the only thing that was the same as before.

He always thought the body was Caucasian, but it turned out to be Chinese-American.

"Then my parents, are they also in the United States?"

"Not anymore." Ji Chong shook his head and said regretfully, "They died in a car accident not long ago."

Lu Xi was startled, but did not continue to speak.After a while, he continued to ask: "Is my mobile phone here? No, do I have a mobile phone?"

"Yes, I put it away when I was young, and I will bring it to you." Ji Chong turned and left the bedroom, and soon he came in again, holding a black mobile phone in his hand.

"Thank you." Lu Xi took it over and found that it was slightly different from the phone he used before.He touched the side wall of the phone, found the power button, and pressed it lightly.

The screen of the mobile phone lighted up faintly, and the logo of the mobile phone brand flashed in the center of the simple boot animation.

However, soon, he found that the lock screen password of the mobile phone could not be cracked, and he still failed after trying to enter the fourth one.

"Use fingerprints." Ji Chong looked at his movements and pointed to the back of the phone helplessly.

Only then did he discover that there was a circular groove there, and he put his finger there in some doubts. With a short prompt sound, the lock screen was unlocked.

On the desktop of the screen is a picture of Chinning wearing a ginger coat, squatting arrogantly on the side of the road, holding a cigarette in one hand, and raising his middle finger to the camera with the other hand.

Lu Xi touched his chin in embarrassment, and was about to open the photo album, but suddenly found the time displayed in the middle of the phone screen.

2018 6 Month 4 Day.

Cold sweat broke out on Lu Xi's body instantly, as if an electric current ran down his spine.

He remembered that it was 2016 before he woke up.

"What are you looking at?" Ji Chong asked with some doubts, "Why is your complexion so bad all of a sudden?"

"Is this date accurate?" Lu Xi's voice trembled imperceptibly.

"Yes, it's today." Ji Chong nodded, "You've been in a coma for half a month, it's really been a long time."

... half a month?

Where is half a month, what he missed was nearly two years.

Although two years is not very long, it is nothing more than 700 days and nights.

Yet enough to change many things.

Lu Xi walked to the computer in the bedroom and pressed the power button.

He dragged the mouse to click on the search interface of the webpage, and entered a few words with trembling hands.

Southern California, Irvine, shooting.

Skimming through the two years of news he missed, he soon found the link he wanted.

Familiar Chinese characters are set off by a piece of English letters, which is a bit abrupt-this is a report from China.

He stared intently at the picture on the news filled with gunpowder smoke and blood, and slowly covered his eyes with his hands.