Why Not Divorce[Transmigration Book]

Jiang Qiu was still thinking about meditation until he was sweating on the treadmill.

Before, he listed dizziness and lack of oxygen as the inevitable conditions for falling asleep, but in fact it was not rigorous. On the day he entered the dreamland through Lin Yan's painting, he was indeed dizzy from Jiang Hang's noise, but it didn't seem to be related to colds and concussions. The degree of dizziness is on par.

So Jiang Qiu dreamed that day mainly because he meditated on that painting, right?

This should be the correct answer.

So here comes the question, if Jiang Qiu wants to take the initiative to enter the dreamland again, what should he meditate on as the key to unlock his subconscious mind?

The tree-lined trail painted by Lin Yan has already been used once, and he will no longer dream when he falls asleep thinking of the landscape painted on it. If he wants to trigger a new dream, he can only think of something else.

What kind of person is the original owner, what items does he use frequently, where does he usually like to go... Jiang Qiu was thinking while running.

Thinking back carefully, neither the "original book" nor the original owner's room seemed to clearly show the hobbies of 'Jiang Qiu'. The only thing that could be called the original owner's hobby seemed to be writing a diary.

There is a stack of diaries hidden in the cabinet under the desk, all of which are locked.

As time went by, Jiang Qiu felt more and more that he would not be able to return to his original world, and he became more and more curious about what was written in the diary. He had an intuition that there must be some important information in the diary, and he almost couldn't control it several times. He wanted to find a hammer to break the lock, but in the end Jiang Qiu held back.

Those diaries are probably the last thing the original owner can stick to. Once Jiang Qiu breaks this bottom line, all the privacy of the original owner will be exposed to him, and he will no longer be able to retain his own characteristics.

Don't look at Jiang Qiu's usual way of dealing with things is not tough, but when it comes to distinguishing two people, he is extremely persistent.

Jiang Qiu himself couldn't figure out why this was so, after thinking about it for a long time, he finally felt that it might be out of respect and sympathy for the original owner.

"You can try to meditate on those diaries." Since you don't want to smash them open, it's also a good idea to imagine the cover of the diary. Jiang Qiu began to recall those thick locked books, muttering in his mouth, "Too new and too old Judging from the metallic luster of the lock, the notebook used by the original owner in high school is—"

A diary with a red cover.

This book left a deep impression on Jiang Qiu, because the colors of the original owner's room are all dark and cool colors, such as dark gray, dark blue, dark green, dark yellow... It means that the original owner generally likes this kind of color , and the cover of his diary did maintain the same color tone, except for the large red A4 book, which was a bit out of place with other diaries, and it was set off extremely conspicuously.

It's decided, that's it.

Jiang Qiu got off the treadmill, drank a couple of sips of water as usual, picked up a towel to wipe off his sweat, decided to go home early, and went straight to the locker room.

On the way, Jiang Qiu met Chen Yang. This buddy was about to resign, and he planned to work as an assistant to his girlfriend in the laboratory, and was responsible for external communication.He came here today to submit his resignation letter. After finishing this week and completing the client handover, he will not come to the gym again.

"I still have some discounted places for courses. If you are interested in any courses, just report my name." Chen Yang whispered to Jiang Qiu, "Internal employees can save half of the money!"

"Then thank you first." Jiang Qiu smiled at him.

During this period of time, he also observed a lot of fitness courses, such as yoga, aerobics, Pilates, road cycling, belly dancing... Most of them are done after sweating, not training for personal physique.

The original owner’s physical condition is too poor, and a little exercise can improve a lot. Jiang Qiu thinks that the treadmill is also very good. There is no need to cram into the classroom with a large group of people, and it is easy to be introduced by the aunts in the same class. object.

Just like Lin Yan who is currently taking a hot yoga class. He has attended three classes and has been asked by all the female students.

People who are older than him always start with "I have a relative of xx who is unmarried but beautiful" every time, and those who are younger than him will also shyly say "I have a friend and I want to meet you."After a class, Lin Yan can always get several new calls.

Fortunately, the yoga teacher is a man, not as enthusiastic and unrestrained as the female students, who will silently help him correct his movements.

These were all Lin Yan told him himself, and when he talked about it, he still had lingering fears and didn't know what to do with those calls.It was Jiang Qiu who told him that if you don't want to contact him, just put the phone aside. If you don't add him, he will naturally know that you are not interested in him.

Lin Yan nodded vigorously. The baby bird complex after amnesia made him trust Jiang Qiu's words unconditionally, and what Jiang Qiu said was indeed reasonable.For Lin Yan, who was basically a blank slate in terms of worldly sophistication and acted on instinct, Jiang Qiu's words were like a lighthouse, illuminating his foggy heart.

Jiang Qiu passed by the hot yoga room and saw Lin Yan who was sitting in the final concave shape, and the tall instructor next to him was holding his shoulders to help him adjust his posture.

From the front, the petite Lin Yan seemed to be hugged by the coach from behind, and it might be a matter of perspective.

Jiang Qiu took a second look, then walked past the door.

There are so many people in a classroom, if the coach is taking advantage of the students, it will be easy to be found out, and rather than risking violating professional ethics, wouldn't it be better to get a high salary in a proper manner?Unless the skull is flooded.

Jiang Qiu took a brief shower in the locker room, changed into clean and refreshing clothes, went to the water dispenser in the lounge to get some hot water, and took small sips of steaming health-preserving tea.

red diary...

Jiang Qiu stared blankly at the steam coming out of the cup, and suddenly felt dizzy. When he opened his eyes again, he found that his hand was empty, and the thermos cup had gone somewhere.

For a moment, he thought the cup had fallen to the floor, and hurriedly looked down, but what caught his eyes was the mahogany floor and a pair of feet wearing fur slippers.In front of him is a neatly arranged desk, and the thick red-covered book on the desk is extraordinarily presentable.

Jiang Qiu didn't look at the diary first, but turned around and looked around. At this time, he was standing in a strange room. The table, bookcase, bed and even the floor were all made of wood. Understated luxury.

But when he took a closer look, Jiang Qiu found that the furniture was old for a certain period of time, and the corners of the table were all worn out, and a lot of wood chips would fall out when he picked it up.It looks like mahogany, but it is actually ordinary wood with a layer of mahogany texture.

The surface is glamorous, but the reality is perfunctory.

Jiang Qiu sighed, now he can be sure that this must be the room where the original owner lived before, and his dream meditation this time was successful.

Although successful, he didn't feel very happy.This room is even more depressing than when Jiang Qiu first lived in Qi Xiuze's apartment. Not only is there a room full of old furniture, but also the cramped space.

If he guessed right, this room should have been a utility room, so the ceiling was very low. Even Jiang Qiu, with a stunted figure like the original owner, was worried that he would hit his head when he stood upright.

Moreover, there is only a small light bulb installed in the whole room, and it feels dark even when the light is turned on during the day.

The sun was shining outside the window, but the room was gloomy. Jiang Qiu turned on the light, sat at the desk, and opened the red diary.

If it is not locked, it is regarded as being visible to him by default.

Finally seeing the contents of the diary, Jiang Qiu's heart beat a little faster. He read the original owner's mood seriously, and the more he looked at it, the more he frowned.

After reading a few pages, he felt that something was wrong with the original owner.

The original owner seemed to be a little worse than when he was in junior high school, his handwriting was scribbled, and he mentioned the idea of ​​committing suicide several times.It’s just that the original owner was discovered by the nanny when he was trying to take sleeping pills, and the nanny mistakenly thought that he bought the bottle of sleeping pills for her. It happened that the nanny had insomnia during that time, and happily accepted the “gift from the young master”, accidentally saving the baby’s life. Master's life.

Jiang Qiu was watching intently, when suddenly the door of the room was violently pushed open.

I saw Jiang Hangzheng, whose hair hadn't grown out yet, standing at the door with a displeased face, staring at his desktop, and stretched out his hand: "Where is the thing I want, have you written it?"

"What?" Jiang Qiu's face darkened, and his tone was not very good.

Having had so many dreams, Jiang Qiu has long since discovered a pattern—every time he appears, it is when the original owner is facing difficulties.

So Jiang Qiu judged that Jiang Hang must be embarrassing the original owner at this moment, and of course he would not give him any good looks.

Jiang Hang seemed to know that his request was a bit too much, so he didn't think there was a problem with Jiang Qiu's attitude. He repeated again: "I asked you to write a poem! Aren't you good at Chinese? Let you write a hidden head Why are poems so boring, I will use them when I go out!"

Jiang Qiu was a little surprised, the original owner turned out to be a liberal arts student?

He calmly began to say: "Are you planning to use this acrostic poem to confess to others?"

"Isn't this obvious? Otherwise, why would I ask you to start every poem with 'I like you'." Jiang Hang looked at him suspiciously, "You didn't pretend you couldn't write it on purpose, did you? It's crazy, believe it or not, I asked Auntie not to make you dinner, and starved you all night?"

"Oh, I'm really scared." Jiang Qiu sneered in his heart, this kind of threat at the level of a primary school student also wanted to intimidate him?But he didn't put the expression on his face, but said to Brother Jiang, "Come back in 10 minutes, I will definitely write it for you."

If Jiang Qiu writes with divine help, it may be something that has already happened. This poem is written without any effort.

After 10 minutes, Jiang Hang picked up the poem Jiang Qiu wrote for him, and connected the beginning of each sentence. It was indeed "I like you", and the meaning of the poem was probably understandable. There was no bad meaning, and he nodded in satisfaction. , took a haughty look at Jiang Qiu, and went out with the poem.

After he left, Jiang Qiu covered his mouth and snickered for a while.

The full text of this acrostic poem, which is not even a doggerel, is as follows:

I look at the mountains and green leaves,

I am happy to see the poems in the book are like clouds.

Playing and singing for joy,

Jun Ruo smiled and drowned my heart.

"Jun" means "you", and the combination can meet Jiang Hang's requirements, but the fifth word of each poem also has other meanings.

"Ye Shi la drowning" = "Hey shit you", the meaning of the word is more vulgar, and it can better reflect Jiang Qiu's mood of wanting to beat the other party up.

Anyway, the original owner is having a hard time, and he won't make it easy for Jiang Hang.

Take this poem to confess to others, and he won't be able to catch them!

Looking down from the window, Jiang Qiu saw Jiang Hang pushing the door and going out. He was dressed handsomely, had his hair styled specially, and was humming a ditty while walking on the road.Imagining how he would feel when he came back, Jiang Qiu snorted, as if a little devil was wagging his tail in his heart.

He looked away, and when he was about to look back, he saw a small western-style building on a slope. On the window sill of a room facing him on the second floor, a kitten with only a white right front paw was lying on its stomach basking in the sun.

The black and white kitten sleeps with its belly spread out, its mouth slightly open, and looks fatter than before.

Jiang Qiu remembered that when he said goodbye to Qi Xiuze at the door of his house last time, he pointed at him casually. At that time, Jiang Qiu had the impression that the two families were not on the same road. Unexpectedly, when the slope turned upwards, it was Qi Xiuze's home. Calculated from the straight-line distance , they actually live quite close.

I don't know if it was a feeling, but a man appeared in the opposite window. He was tall and thin, with the tenderness and handsomeness of a young man, but also a calm temperament that a young man didn't have.

Qi Xiuze bent down to pick up the toffee, and when he was about to turn around, he suddenly raised his eyes and met Jiang Qiu's gaze.

The author has something to say: Jiang Qiu: I can actually write poetry!

Qi Xiuze: Well written. (Close eyes and blow)

Original owner: ... (not watching)

Author: Cough, the author has no culture, just write it blindly, just read it casually.