Chapter 40

    "No." Arguing with a drunk is useless, Yan Mu didn't explain anything, "You collected it yourself, go take a shower first."

    "?" Jiang Zhihuo, "Why should I collect the box?"

    Yan Mu didn't question him further. At this opportunity, he said again: "You go in first, and I will help you get the clothes." The

    drunk Jiang Zhihuo was stunned for a long time, always feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it, his head was dizzy, and he couldn't connect any strings . Finally, too lazy to think about it, I walked into the bathroom empty-handed.

    As soon as he took off his shirt, Yan Mu brought a bath towel and clothes, and knocked on the door: "Can I wash it?"

    "..." Jiang Zhihuo threw the shirt into the clothes basket, opened the door, and said vigorously, "Are you questioning me? "

    No." Yan Mu said, "I'm just questioning a drunk who is delirious."

    Jiang Zhihuo: "..."

    Jiang Zhihuo: "I, I'm not, drunk!"

    Yan Mu: "Yeah."

    The whole picture His face was full of perfunctory.

    "..." Dizzy to the point of exploding, Jiang Zhihuo had no intention of entangled with this person any longer, grabbed a change of clothes and was about to close the door.

    He didn't even want to use his hands, and even wanted to kick him directly when he was angry, so he had to turn his body, and on his left shoulder, he could see the not-so-big tattoo at a glance.

    Long before, Yan Mu knew that Jiang Zhihuo had a tattoo on his shoulder, but he had never seen it clearly.

    And when he saw the shape of the tattoo on his shoulder, his breathing, blood, and heartbeat stagnated for an instant, and then beat rapidly in the next second.

    ——It was half a shell, the pattern was outlined with black filaments, light white in color, and the concave and convex ripples belonging to the shell were outlined with a slightly darker milky white in the middle.

    The person in the bathroom turned around, the tattoo was getting farther and farther away from sight, the door was closed with a "bang", it was not loud, but it hit the ear like a heavy hammer.

    —Half a shell.

    Before Jiang Zhihuo could lock the door in the future, Yan Mu pushed down the doorknob, stepped forward into the bathroom, pinched Jiang Zhihuo's shoulder, and his fingers were printed on the shell tattoo, his fingertips trembling.

    He pressed so hard that the skin around his shoulders turned white.

    His eyes fixed on the tattoo, as if it was not just a childish and simple pattern.

    Drunk people were slow to react, Jiang Zhihuo was stunned for a long time before he realized what was happening, he took a few steps back and leaned against the edge of the sink: "What are you doing?!

    " What did he do? When he looked up, he saw Jiang Zhihuo with his upper body naked. He hurriedly turned around and exited the bathroom in a panic.

    As soon as the door was closed, there was the sound of the door lock being locked inside.

    Yan Mu's face showed a strange expression, he was stunned for a moment, then staggered and ran into the room, opened the bottom drawer on the right side of the desk, and sat on the floor.

    There are only transparent file bags and a box in the drawer.

    When he came out of the house, he brought nothing but these two things.

    Inside the file bag are two second sex test reports.

    Yun Zhou, Qin Mu.

    Next to the word Qin Mu, four letters were added with a pencil—Shin.

    And the box...

    Yan Mu slowly opened it, and in the box lay half a shell quietly.

    The white ones, because they have been left for too long, have a layer of yellowish, half-shell shells on the surface.

    After taking a shower, Jiang Zhihuo found that the way Yan Mu looked at him was not quite right, and he couldn't tell him what was wrong with him, his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't make him think at all.

    "What are you looking at me for?" Jiang Zhihuo seemed to have forgotten what happened in the bathroom. He wiped his hair and walked towards Yan Mu, passing by the desk. The process was quite chaotic. The third question was written with a few steps at the beginning, and then it was painted into a mess with black pen.

    Just now Yan Mu took it out to do it casually in order to calm his mind, but the more he did it, the more chaotic his mood became, and the memories flooded his eyes, so he simply put down his pen and stopped writing.

    Jiang Zhihuo glanced twice: "Can't do the question? Can't even do such a simple question? Are you a fake academic god?"

    He folded the towel and put it aside, sat down, and followed Yan Mu's half-written The paper is written down.

    Yan Mu stared at Jiang Zhihuo, as if he wanted to engrave this figure fiercely and forcefully in his sight, his gaze was too deep and heavy, and the corners of his eyes were red.

    "Jiang Zhihuo." Yan Mu asked, "What does your tattoo mean?" Jiang     Zhihuo

    wrote the contest questions seriously, and replied casually, "I won't tell you." Yan Mu's fingers clenched tightly, holding the half tattoo tightly

The shell, the broken edge is still sharp, cut in the palm of the hand, there are bursts of dull pain.

    There was no echo from the people behind.

    Jiang Zhihuo, who was in a state of drunkenness, didn't know what he was doing or what he was saying. Yan Mu didn't ask, but he felt that it was not interesting, so he said to himself: "It's very naive. I made an agreement with a person when I was young. "

    While talking, Jiang Zhihuo still didn't stop writing, and the competition questions that others had to write all night would list out the general ideas in three or two strokes, as if writing these didn't require thinking at all.

    He continued: "When I escaped later, I lost my things. In fact, if I lost it, I lost it. I couldn't go back anyway. I said we would meet again. It was like a joke. There were so many people. Moved, changed the number, changed the place. Names, no one can find anyone."

    "The school is so big, there are only four classes on one floor, and if you want to meet someone on the same floor, you may not be able to meet them."

    Jiang Zhihuo seemed to be self-deprecating and sighed helplessly He breathed a sigh of relief: "But I don't want to forget it, so I got it tattooed on my body."

    "It's very impulsive. The tattoo master kept asking me if I was not sure, and said that if I didn't wash it clean, I might not be able to test it. " I'm a civil servant, and I'll brush it off for you after the physical examination."

    Yan Mu still didn't say anything, his palms became tighter and tighter, and Jiang Zhihuo also felt that talking by himself was boring, so he quickly finished the remaining few problem-solving ideas, put down the pen, Climb/bed: "I don't know how to give lectures, I wrote you the train of thought, I'll have a look at it by myself tomorrow, I can't understand, right?"

    Yan Mu still had that absent-minded expression on his face, Jiang Zhihuo had no time to care about him, Had a splitting headache, wanted to sleep, and never drank again.

    As before, he pressed Yan Mu's lips to prevent him from suddenly getting hot before falling asleep.

    Jiang Zhihuo has always been principled, and it can be said that he is the last stubborn - he can't control what happens after he falls asleep. Before falling asleep, he must be separated by a pillow.

    He lay quietly on the half of the bed that "belongs" to him, his chin was buried in the soft quilt, only the upper half of his face was exposed, his eyelashes drooped, he suppressed his enthusiasm, and the rest of his body was quiet and well-behaved.

    "..."

    "Brother Qin." The

    sea level is vast, and the setting sun is dissipating. In the semi-dark sky, the clouds seem to be scattered, revealing a few stars.

    Yun Zhou and Qin Mu sat side by side on the beach.

    The waves rolled up snow-white spray, moving forward, hitting their feet coldly, and then kept retreating.

    Yun Zhou is not in a good mood.

    The emotions of his parents were very unstable these days, they often quarreled, and when his mother saw him, her eyes would turn red, but she didn't tell him why.

    A few days ago, a strange man came to the house. The man was dressed in cheap clothes - not to say that the price was cheap, but the temperament of this man was too rough, he couldn't stand upright, no matter how expensive the clothes were on him It's as cheap as street stalls.

    The man is very thin, with thick dark circles, deeply sunken eye sockets, and a disgusting smile on his face.

    Yun Zhou was locked in the room by his parents.

    He heard a quarrel broke out in the living room. His parents are both university professors, with a strong academic taste. Even the living room and dining room on the first floor are decorated very elegantly. A quiet and proud bookish atmosphere close to his parents.

    So it was hard for Yun Zhou to imagine why his parents, who had always been gentle and polite, would quarrel with that man at the top of their voices.

    But his room was on the second floor, too far away from the living room. Even if the door was close, he couldn't hear the content of the quarrel. He only heard one sentence, which was yelled by the man.

    "One million, not one cent less!"

    Even though he was very young at that time, only eight years old, he knew that something big must have happened at home, something big that broke his parents.

    After the man came, everything seemed to be normal for the parents, but Yunzhou always had a bad feeling in his heart.

    So he ran to Brother Qin's house on weekends and asked the driver to take them to the beach.

    The beach they went to was undeveloped and not crowded, so there was no need to worry about Brother Qin being touched by others.

    "In case, I mean in case." Yunzhou said, "What if we don't see each other in the future?"

    "Why don't we see each other? Do you want to move?" Qin Mu asked.

    Yun Zhou shook his head: "No, I just had this idea suddenly."

    Qin Mu hugged his knees, put his chin on it, and looked at the sea level: "The idea is not good, forget it."

    Yun Zhou smiled.

    He had a pretty smile, bright eyes and white teeth, and the setting sun fell on his head, making him look soft. Qin Mu took a look, then turned his eyes away, and his earlobes were slightly red.

    Yun Zhou got up suddenly, dug a few times on the beach, and found a shell from under the sand.

    The white shell, with its folds curved up and down, he held up before his eyes, and the shell revealed the light of the setting sun.

    Yunzhou has always been a romantic person. Since he was a child, he likes to read all kinds of books, listen to all kinds of stories, remember them, and share them.

    He said: "I heard that shells symbolize eternal love."

    Qin Mu: "Yes."

    Yun Zhou: "Love can be divided into many types. For example, the love between us is the love of friends. The love that grew up together Seed."

    Qin Mu: "Well, childhood sweetheart."

    Yunzhou said again: "Eternal and unchanging, it means that we will always be together, even if we are separated, we will meet again, so..."

    Yunzhou found another piece with a point Stones, undeveloped beaches have a lot of these stones.

    He lay down on the wet sand, and bit by bit, he knocked the snow-white shell as big as his palm into two halves, put away one piece by himself, and stuffed the other into Qin Mu's hand, and lifted up the shiny pair of shells. eye.

    "Don't forget me, Brother Qin."

    The next day.

    When Jiang Zhihuo opened his eyes, he saw the familiar ceiling and ceiling lights.

    "..."

    He must have not woken up yet.

    Jiang Zhihuo closed his eyes, counted silently for a minute, and then opened them again.

    Unchanged.

    "..."

    "..."

    Jiang Zhihuo turned his neck stiffly and saw Yan Mu who hadn't woken up yet.

    Jiang Zhihuo: "!!!!"

    He turned back stiffly, roaring inwardly.

    Hold the grass, hold the grass, hold the grass? ?

    what happened last night !

    Why would he wear Yan Mu's clothes and sleep on Yan Mu's bed at Yan Mu's house? ? ?

    Jiang Zhihuo tried hard to recall what happened last night.

    Yesterday he was in a bad mood, very bad. But he didn't know the reason for the bad, and he couldn't figure it out after thinking about it for a week, so he used the excuse of comforting the squad leader to drink himself.

    A lot of wine.

    And then...

    then what? ? ?

    Then I don’t remember it! ! ! !

    Jiang Zhihuo's memory was only up to the moment he found out that the squad leader couldn't drink, and began to drink it all by himself.

    After that, it was blank, and I couldn't think of anything!

    Jiang Zhihuo covered his face.

    I knew I shouldn't have been drinking.

    The last time he got himself drunk was a few days before Li Muhe went to college. Jiang Zhihuo thought everything was normal, and woke up the next day in his own bed. But Brother Li told him that he was singing on the road last night. He didn’t want to help him, but he insisted on walking. As a result, his teeth fell into the green belt next to him. He squatted in the pool by the road and looked in the mirror. Handsome?"

    Jiang Zhihuo had no impression of this, so Li Muhe took out the video with a suppressed smile.

    After watching the video, Jiang Zhihuo: "..."

    Li Muhe: "I really want to ask you, how did you manage to look normal without being drunk?"

    Jiang Zhihuo also wanted to Ask yourself: Why is the IQ broken after the fragmentation?

    Jiang Zhihuo was lucky that time, but fortunately, the fragments were broken. Watching the video, he never remembered the truth. If he really remembered, he would definitely want to dig a hole and bury himself when he remembered it.

    But this time is different! ! ! ! !

    The last time I wanted to be stupid, I made it myself. Brother Li knew everything, even if he saw it, he wouldn't be ashamed to see it. This time, he went to someone else's house to wear someone else's clothes and sleep on someone's bed. ! !

    Jiang Zhihuo climbed out of bed lightly, closed the door carefully, before he even had time to put on his slippers, ran barefoot to the balcony, and made a phone call.

    Now at eight o'clock, Chang Luo has woken up, and was lying on the bed with his eyes open to let go of himself, when the phone next to his pillow suddenly lit up, showing Jiang Zhihuo's number, and he picked it up: "Hello?"

    Brother Huo's voice sounded extremely panicked : "Let me ask you, what happened yesterday? Why did I..." Why am I at Yan Mu's house?

    Jiang Zhihuo had no face to say the second half of the sentence.

    The shock last night was the last night. After sleeping, Chang Luo resumed his usual gentle personality, and said unhurriedly: "Last night you asked Yan Shen to pick it up by name, and you even threw out your phone. I had no choice but to call Yanshen. I thought he would not come, but I didn't expect him..."

    Jiang Zhihuo snatched Chang Luo's words: "I didn't expect him to really come?!"

    Chang Luo: "Yeah, I didn't expect your relationship It's pretty good."

    Jiang Zhihuo: "..."

    What a size! ! !

    Jiang Zhihuo: "What happened next?"

    Chang Luo: "I don't know, God Yan took you away, and we left after eating."

    "..." Jiang Zhihuo tried his best to keep his voice from shaking, "Okay, I got it.

    Hang up the phone, he held his forehead.

    Okay, the problem of why he is at Yan Mu's house has been solved, and Yan Mu will pick him up.

    The next thing is to solve why he asked Yan Mu to pick him up , Why are you wearing Yan Mu's clothes, and why the fuck is sleeping next to him?

    Jiang Zhihuo took a deep, deep breath.

    No problem, I can explain.

    Jiang Zhihuo! you can!

    Give yourself enough encouragement, and think about an explanation in your heart, and prepare yourself to face Yan Mu. As soon as you turned around, you saw Yan Mu leaning against the French window, just waking up, eyes half closed, body Exudes an icy cold breath.

    "Morning." Yan Mu said proactively.

    Jiang Zhihuo smiled awkwardly: "Hahahahaha... good morning... I was drunk yesterday..."

    The more he spoke, the lower his voice, Yan Mu's eyes were too deep, and there were too many hidden meanings, Jiang Zhihuo knew he was wrong , without having to guess the meaning of his eyes, he cowardly took off the clothes hanging on the balcony to dry: "I'm leaving now."

    "Wait." Before stepping out, Yan Mu called him to stop, turned around and went to the porch to get it. Put a pair of slippers at Jiang Zhihuo's feet, "Put on your shoes."

    Only then did Jiang Zhihuo realize that he came out in such a hurry that he didn't even wear slippers.

    "Thank you!" Putting on his slippers, Jiang Zhihuo fled away.

    He went to the bathroom to change clothes, and when he came out, Yan Mu had already returned to the room, leaning against the head of the bed, a pillow was stuffed under his waist, and one leg was casually folded on the other.

    Jiang Zhihuo tiptoedly put the folded clothes last night on the bedside table, and then tiptoedly planned to leave the room. When he passed by the desk, he subconsciously glanced at the test papers spread out on the desk...

    at Wannian.

    There was a "boom" in Jiang Zhihuo's mind, and his whole body immediately petrified in place.

    The competition test paper is clearly written. Although only the thoughts are written, each question is very clear. Extended writing is a question that can get full marks.

    The gods of learning like to write questions like this, to exercise thinking, to speed up and save time, it's nothing.

    close! key! yes!

    The handwriting on the test paper was obviously not Yan Mu's, but his own, Jiang Zhihuo's.

    It's his! ! ! !

    How could he, a scumbag who was cheered and celebrated by the whole class, write clear-cut competition questions? ? ?

    yeah, why? ? ? ?

    Jiang Zhihuo was sweating coldly.

    It's one thing to be seen that Yan Mu didn't say anything, but another thing to be exposed!

    Little by little, he turned his head little by little, and found that Yan Mu was also looking at him.

    Without needing to speak, Jiang Zhihuo took the lead and said, "Wait, I can explain!!"

    His thoughts moved quickly, and he made up an excuse that he didn't even believe in his handwriting: "This is my second personality! Only It only appeared after being drunk! Yesterday I was very sober, right? If I did something unreasonable, yes, you look for the second personality, not me!"

    Yan Mu didn't say anything, just asked: "Your What's the name of the second personality?"

    "Jiang Zhou." Jiang Zhihuo quickly made up a name, and wanted to slip away after speaking, believe it or not, anyway, he didn't believe his expression at first glance, and said, "What's the matter? Look for him, don't look for me, I'm leaving, friend bye."

    Yan Mu grabbed Jiang Zhihuo's wrist, and instead of asking questions about the second personality, he asked, "When did you take the inhibitor yesterday?"

    "Half afternoon Let's go." Jiang

    Zhihuo said, "It's in time! Don't worry! I'll go back first." Yan Mu let go of his hands, got up and rolled up his sleeves: "Since it's too late, let's go after breakfast."

    Jiang Zhihuo: "?"

    Today's Yan Mu Brother is very strange ah?

    He followed Yan Mu to the restaurant in a daze. There are simple ingredients in the refrigerator, and when I don’t want to eat in the cafeteria and order takeout, I will come back and cook by myself.

    Yan Mu cooked a bowl of noodles, shrimps, scallops, a few slices of lettuce, a poached egg on top, sprinkled with a few stalks of green onion, the style is simple and looks good.

    Jiang Zhihuo stared at the bowl of noodles in front of him, and then looked at Yan Mu who was sitting opposite: "?"

    Yan Mu said, "I can only cook noodles, let's make do."

    ?

    Jiang Zhihuo picked up the chopsticks suspiciously, his hands trembling.

    Is Yan Mu okay? I'm afraid he poisoned his face?

    Jiang Zhihuo silently recited "Society ruled by law" twice in his heart, and slipped a mouthful under Yan Mu's gaze.

    tasty!

    Yan Mu looked at him quietly.

    Jiang Zhihuo ate again, looked up, met Yan Mu, and shook his hands.

    Being watched like this while eating, he felt very uncomfortable, the chopsticks in his hand seemed like a thousand pounds, and he couldn't pick them up no matter what, so he simply put down the chopsticks.

    Jiang Zhihuo: "Yesterday... I just drank wine. I seem to be a bit of a bad drinker. I don't know what happened, but I really didn't mean to find fault with you, let alone If you want to grab the position of Bai Yueguang in your house, don’t misunderstand!! About the test paper, Em..."

    Jiang Zhihuo couldn't explain this, so he could only smile awkwardly and continue talking: "You can ask my second personality Ask, do you want me to help you summon him?"

    "Jiang Zhou?"

    "Um...um!"

    "Which 'zhou?'" Yan Mu asked.

    "A light boat," Jiang Zhihuo replied.

    Jiang Zhihuo listened to Yan Mu's slight laugh, and couldn't tell whether it was mocking or something else, but the trembling was not important, because the next second, Yan Mu got up again and made him a glass of honey water, and put it in front of him. .

    Jiang Zhihuo: "?"

    He couldn't help it: "My friend, are you a little weird today?

    " What does it mean to look at him with deadly eyes?

    "Really?" Yan Mu didn't realize it at all.

    Jiang Zhihuo ignored him and ate the noodles with his head down. He happened to be very hungry, so he would not eat for nothing. After eating, he took the initiative to wash a bowl. Jiang Zhihuo wiped the water off his hands and said, "I'm leaving."     Yan

    Mu: "Yeah."

Noisy.

    Yan Mu sent Jiang Zhihuo downstairs, and followed him to the gate of the community.

    Jiang Zhihuo really couldn't understand what the young master wanted to do, and he followed behind him like a ghost, which always made him feel weak.

    The last time Yan Mu followed him around, when he was leading Feng Zhi to attack him in the isolated classroom, this man could see everything, and he wanted to follow him even if he didn't say anything. So what's going on this time? What did he discover again?

    Jiang Zhihuo couldn't figure it out, and couldn't bear it when he walked near the gate, so he turned around helplessly and asked, "What are you going to do? You can ask, you can ask, I will tell you everything I can, please don't follow me, okay?"

    Yan Mu looked at him seriously, and asked, "Why is it called Shin?"

    Jiang Zhihuo twitched the corner of his mouth.

    Why is this problem again?

    Jiang Zhihuo: "Why do you have to know? You asked three times."

    Yan Mu: "Tell me." Three words, the aura is half open, extremely strong.

    "Is the answer important?" Jiang Zhihuo asked.

    Yan Mu: "Yes."

    Jiang Zhihuo: "Why is it important?"

    Yan Mu didn't get caught by him: "Now I'm asking you."

    "Okay." Jiang Zhihuo shrugged, then lowered his eyes, clasped his right hand on the left shoulder.

    It was just a subconscious movement, Yan Mu noticed.

    He knew there was a tattoo there.

    Jiang Zhihuo raised his head again, when the sun fell, his eyes were filled with a bright light.

    He said something.

    Hearing his answer, Yan Mu shrank his fingers and tightened his grip, almost using all his willpower to restrain himself from reaching out and grabbing the person in front of him.

    Because, Jiang Zhihuo said: "This is a person's name."

    Seriously, and solemnly.