Shen Ci nestled in his arms and cried for a while, suddenly straightened up, and gradually stopped tears, sniffed, and said with a very strong nasal: "I don't believe it."
"why?"
"What you like is obviously optimistic and cheerful, and will take the initiative to approach your Shen Ci, what you see when I am five years old, is what I see when I am eighteen years old, but that is the person I imagined Ge, it's not who I am."
Qin Yi: "..."
So, have you accepted reality so soon?
I was still saying "I thought he liked the original owner", but now he changed his words to "I like the person he is now."
Qin Yi sighed helplessly, stretched out his hand and rubbed his hair: "No matter what kind of you, I like it. Whether you are optimistic and cheerful, or negative and autistic, I accept it all, just like... you said before. 'I like this person,' not me who can play the piano. I am the same as you. You can't make me believe in you, but you don't believe me."
Hearing what he said, Shen Ci seemed to be unable to find any more words to refute, so he pressed his lips and said nothing.
Qin Yi stepped forward and gently kissed the corner of his eye, touching the wet tears with the tip of his tongue, salty.
He attached to the other party's ear, softly soothing, as if he was coaxing an aggrieved child: "Is it still uncomfortable now?"
Shen Ci shook his head.
After saying everything, my heart suddenly felt relieved, as if a rock that had been hanging for a long time finally fell, and the dust settled.
Qin Yi: "Do you still want to cry?"
Shen Ci shook his head again.
He was really tired of crying. After he calmed down, he couldn't cry much.
"Then go and wash your face, okay?"
Shen Ci nodded.
He had been crying for too long, and now he felt that his eyes hurt and his face hurt. His fragile skin was stung by tears, and now his eyes are all red.
Shen Ci got up and went to the bathroom. Qin Yi stayed where he was, unable to tell what he was feeling. He picked up the old phone again, and the interface remained on the comment that Shen Ci left a long time ago.
I would rather die on the road of chasing hope than struggling in despair where I can't see a way out.
He never thought that he had put so much pressure on Shen Ci. He clearly only wanted to help him, so he proposed to marry the Shen family, but because he knew too little about Shen Ci. The information was not equal, and finally such a big misunderstanding was caused.
He should have thought that Shen Ci would not remember what happened when he was five years old, nor could he have an impression of him. He shouldn't have proposed marriage so suddenly, he should at least ask Shen Ci's opinion.
But if Shen Zhaocheng is scumbag, even if Shen Ci is unwilling, he will force him to do it.
Qin Yiwei sighed inaudibly, only feeling extremely guilty. This incident alone was not over. Later, he suffered from depression and put pressure on Shen Ci again, which made him laugh and laugh until now. I didn't dare to say anything in my heart. I had to bear so much alone, and stayed alone for so long.
Did he really help Shen Ci?
I don't know which love or hurt is more profound.
Qin Yi fell into self-reflection, while Shen Ci was still washing his face-the skin had already experienced the irritation, and it was so painful when he touched it, he had to be very small, and he could wash his face in two minutes. After it was finished, I just washed it for a long time.
He gently wiped the water off his face with a towel, and looked up at himself in the mirror, feeling a little strange.
It turns out that the timid and autistic original owner is the real self.
He once looked down on him because the "original" was too timid and weak, but now thinking about it, it seems to be his true emotional projection-he looks down on himself like this.
Thinking of his true self, he suddenly flashed many fragments in his mind. Those things that he forcibly forgotten in order to shape the "personal design", finally slowly remembered, but he still didn't. I remember that I saved Qin Yi when I was five years old. This should be forgotten as I grow older. Most people will not remember what happened when they were very young. Even if they remember, they will not be particularly clear. , Unless it is a very strong stimulus.
Saving a stranger on the side of the road was obviously not a strong excitement.
He left the bathroom and saw Wen Yao who had sent Lu Heng just back.
Shen Ci glanced over the tutoring book that was thrown on the table, as if remembering something, and asked: "Brother Wen Yao, did I take the third year of high school by myself in the year I took a leave of absence?"
Qin Yi probably wanted him to rest, and was helping him make the bed. He raised his head and looked here.
Wen Yao was a little surprised when he asked this suddenly, and recalled for a moment: "Yes, because at that time you were taken to see a doctor by Aunt Xiang, you just stayed at home and didn't have much to do. She didn't want you to do this all year. If it's left unused, I bought you the third year textbooks and tutorial books for you to learn by yourself. However, she didn't ask you to learn to what extent, just want you to look at it when you are okay, but you seem to be the only one I can sink my mind about this matter. I have read the book and the exercise book by myself. After finishing myself, I have the right answer, but no one will explain it to you, and we don't know how well you have mastered it. Sample."
Shen Ci lowered his eyes.
it is as expected.
No wonder he feels that he has been studying for a year in grade three, but he has no sense of reality. He feels that he has passed the college entrance examination and can't remember what questions he took—this kind of excess is so precise that it can't be passed simply. Things made up by your imagination will automatically be blurred.
He still subconsciously felt that he was good at self-study, and he almost said it, but it was all memories that were not completely erased.
Shen Ci was also a bit speechless for himself for a while. After knowing the truth, he found correct explanations for all the strange things he used to find. For example, about his mother, his impression of her only stayed at the age of thirty. That is, the age in the photo on the bookcase is because his biological mother passed away when he was five years old. Of course, the memory can only stay there.
In addition, when attending Qin Yi's mother's funeral, he felt that his perspective on the tombstone was wrong. In his impression, the tombstone should be very high because he was only five years old when he attended the funeral of his biological mother. The tombstone is almost high.
But there is something strange.
Shen Ci took out his mobile phone and searched in the storage files, but did not find what he wanted, and then boarded the cloud disk, and he found the clues.
There is a full set of massage tutorial videos he saved in the cloud disk.
Shen Ci felt helpless, and said in his heart how much effort he had made to become another self. He even thought of such trivial matters. At the same time, he dispelled the last doubt and determined that "I am The judgment of the original owner is not wrong.
But it seems that he will never go back. It took too long to brainwash himself, and he played the "shen speech in the book" for too long. He has been completely imperceptibly transformed. The conjecture of "assimilation" coincides unexpectedly, but this book is not the book he thought.
"Xiao Ci," Qin Yi couldn't help but speak, seeing that he was holding his phone without moving for a long time, "take a break."
Wen Yao left the room with great foresight and closed the door for them.
Shen Ci is indeed a little tired, crying seems to be very exhausting, of course, the main reason is that the eyes are not comfortable, and I want to sleep.
He lay down on the bed and looked at Qin Yi again: "You stay with me."
It is not a normal time to sleep, but Qin Yi still lay down beside him obediently: "Okay."
Shen Ci stuck to the other party, and couldn't sleep well for a while. He picked up the old phone and opened the last chapter that he hadn't read before.
The last chapter is about the story of the protagonist and a cat. As mentioned earlier, the protagonist once fed a stray cat, "This cat is neither cute nor cute, and seems to have been hurt by others. He was always fierce. One of his hind legs broke for unknown reasons, and he limped while walking. No one liked it."
Because of a broken leg, the predation ability is greatly limited. The stray cat is skinny and seems to die at any time. The protagonist sees it as pitiful, so he gives it some leftovers, hoping it can survive.
"It may be the first time that a dirty stray cat has been fed by a human being. It dared not approach it vigilantly. It was not until he left in his youth that he leaned forward wingedly and sniffed the bowl. Food—that's not delicious in the cat's eyes, but it was so hungry that it immediately gobbled it up."
One feed made the stray cat remember the protagonist. Every time the protagonist passes through that road, he will see the little figure hiding in the distance and peeking at him.
So he brought more food, saved from his own meal money, bought the cheapest cat food for him, and occasionally eats meat at home without forgetting it. A few pieces of meat are all left to it.
After getting familiar with it, the protagonist took the cat home and bathed it. The dirty little cat was finally clean and beautiful, as if it had been reborn.
Under the protagonist's care, the stray cat survived, and finally was no longer skinny, and the broken hind legs slowly grew better, and it was ready to hunt again.
It seemed to know that the protagonist's family situation was difficult, and began to stop accepting his feeding. From that day on, the protagonist found that he had never made a rat in his home.
The feeling of one person and one cat lasted for a long time. The stray cats who didn't know how to be cute also started to act coquettishly at the protagonist, meowing at him, rubbing his legs, and showing his belly in front of him.
Until one day, the protagonist's mother died of a serious illness, and he left the city with his aunt's family.
He disappeared from the world of stray cats.
But he has not forgotten it. It's just that the study life in high school is too stressful and the journey home is too long. He has no time to rush back. He silently made a promise in his heart and waited for his college entrance examination. End, will definitely go back to see it.
On his eighteenth birthday, he had actually bought a ticket to go home the next day.
But he broke his promise.
He finally failed to catch the train bound for his hometown.
The stray cat is still waiting for him.
Still maintaining a clean and beautiful appearance, always maintaining the best condition to greet him.
Someone fed it food, but it refused to eat it; someone wanted to take it home and raise it, but it ran away. It was just waiting for that person, the one who saved its life when it was down and near death, and it ignored everything else.
But he did not come back.
"It doesn't believe that it has been abandoned. It goes to the young man's house to find him, but there is no one in the house. It has to return to the road where they have met countless times, wandering every day. On the roadside, day after day, day after day..."
"Until one day many years later, it suddenly stopped appearing, and people never saw this strange stray cat on that road again."
"Perhaps, Xiao Nian and his stray cat finally met again in another world."
Xiao said that it was completely over when he wrote here, Shen Ci saw that his eyes were a little moist and his nose was sour.
Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the side, covering his screen, and taking away his mobile phone, Qin Yi's slightly serious voice came: "Look at it? Why don't you go to bed?"
"Brother," Shen Ci hugged his arm and whispered, "I found my little cat again."