Fangro

"I didn't believe it before."

The background here is noisy, it is not a good place to talk, but Yang Zhen thinks it is suitable for him, the environment that is too quiet will let him focus on Quan Wei's reaction.And in order to reduce this kind of interference, he walked forward while talking, and didn't stop until he touched the railing, so that his field of vision was only the vast river.

Yang Zhen himself felt strange, his heart was unexpectedly calm, as if the time had come somewhere, and this was the time for him to talk.

There was no retreat in his mind at all, Yang Zhen spoke in a calm tone, but his face was from the heart, and his uncontrollable sadness covered his face quietly: "Later, seeing is believing, and there is no reason not to believe it."

Quan Wei began to wonder why this person had such negative emotions frequently, and he asked: "What did you see?"

Yang Zhen suddenly changed the subject after hearing the words: "Quan Wei, how long have we known each other?"

Quan Wei didn't answer what he wanted to hear, and after thinking patiently for a while, he remembered that they met in Jincheng's sales office, but he couldn't remember the exact date of opening: "It's been half a year."

"It's still 9 days and half a year away," Yang Zhen reported the time effortlessly, because the day after tomorrow is September [-]th of Chongyang Festival.

Two days after this holiday, which is generally ignored by modern people, it will be his 25th birthday. No one will celebrate it for him, but it doesn’t really mean much, but he just misses it, because it still belongs to Zhang Shuyu thing.

"We first met on April 4th. I was lying in the infirmary. You rushed in and asked me why I released you. I was so confused that I couldn't answer your question properly. Do you remember? What did I say?"

The first meeting was not very pleasant, so Quan Wei was more impressed, he took the words and said: "Remember, I will ask you questions and you will answer, and you will speak in a strange way."

"I said at the time," Yang Zhen suddenly turned his head to look at him, and said clearly, "Forgive me, our dental office does not sell houses."

Reminiscences came to my mind, just like the second time I read a book, there are always new discoveries. Quan Wei vaguely remembered that the light in the infirmary was very bright, and the previous conversations began to take shape in his mind.

It's strange to say that when I was in college, there was a great talent who liked to memorize and write poems in the dormitory. Others did have ink in their stomachs. Tang poetry and Song Ci came out as soon as they opened their mouths. This feeling, the tone, voice and speed of speech are not strange, as if he spoke like this in the first place.

Quan smiled, and said softly, "Yes, that's the sentence. You also said that you sell rice, charcoal, and firewood, and your business scope is too wide."

Yang Zhen: "How did you feel at that time?"

Quan Wei paused for a second: "I think this person's brain is probably sick."

Yang Zhen gave him a thumbs up for his crow's mouth: "I didn't expect that I was really sick, right? Apart from being sick, don't you think my wording is weird?"

Quan Wei nodded: "I feel that the literary accent is not down-to-earth, and I still don't understand it."

Yang Zhen knew the reason and asked: "What don't you understand?"

Quan Wei: "You are an intermediary, not a dental firm. I don't know what those two words are."

Yang Zhen: "The tooth of the tooth, the line of the industry, the line of the tooth."

The illiterate said, "What is a dental clinic, a dental hospital?"

This imagination is too straightforward, and Yang Zhen can't laugh or cry: "No, dental practice is a kind of business in the 360 ​​industry. It relies on eloquence to match sales. Simply put, it is an ancient intermediary."

Some people like to use Internet buzzwords, while others like to go back to ancient times, there is nothing wrong with it. Moreover, Yang Zhen was not clear-headed at the time, and it was normal to talk nonsense. Quan Wei ignored the feeling of disobedience in his heart, and praised him: "You are really talented."

Yang Zhen shook his head, smiled and said, "Have you read my personal investigation, have you found that I was once a master of science?"

Yang Zhen's college entrance examination score is a score that crushes IQ, Quan Wei still has the impression: "Yes, two hundred and nine."

Yang Zhen: "Then do you remember how many points I scored in the Chinese test of the college entrance examination?"

This is even more memorable. Quan Wei scored 72 in Chinese at that time, and Yang Zhen was even worse than him. He reported the number and said: "It seems to be 69."

Yang Zhen: "But since I woke up after falling on my head, I don't know anything about science until now. I don't know anything about geometric proofs, kinetic principles, and chemical reactions. But I haven't seen these things at all, what do you think is the principle?"

Quan Wei is not an expert in brain science, even if there is a reason, he doesn't know why, he said nonsense: "Isn't the brain divided into many areas, the one that manages sports, the one that manages language, and the one that manages IQ and EQ. Maybe you are the one who handles information processing. A piece of the brain was activated."

This reason has its own nose and eyes, and a real cerebral ischemia patient may believe it when he hears it, but Yang Zhen can’t agree with it, because he just changed his mind, and he continued: "Also, I used to be arrogant and popular. Poor, likes to gamble and dares to borrow usury, can't write with a brush, can't draw, can't keep accounts, can't plan, can't pick wine, and can't sell vegetables. After that injury, he changed his face and knew it all at once. gone."

"When I went to the overseas vegetable market, it was about a month after I was injured, but your father said that I have at least ten years of handwriting skills. My abacus is also good, and the hundred-level self-questioning will not be slower than your computer. The skill of picking wine is also good, anyway, I won’t buy fake wine.”

Quan Wei hasn't grasped the theme he wants to express until now, his facial features are unconsciously wrinkled, and he wants to ask Yang Zhen what he wants to say, but he feels sorry for his lonely appearance, so he has nothing to say: " Your injury was a blessing in disguise, and you got a lot of skills that others can't learn well."

Yang Zhen looked at him and smiled: "But don't you think this is unscientific? What kind of skills and crafts can't be mastered without practicing for a few years."

Anyway, Quan Wei has something to say: "Isn't excessive belief in science also a kind of superstition?"

This sentence was exactly what Yang Zhen wanted, his heart beat a little faster, he stared at Quan Wei without blinking and said: "That time in the alley of the vegetable market, you forced me to leave the vegetable market, saying that I was found by a loan shark You will be chopped off, and I choked you in turn, do you still have the impression?"

Quan Wei was even more impressed when he spat on his foot: "You say you can chop it up, anyway, it's not you..."

Having said this, he suddenly stopped, his eyes froze and contemplative, and at the same time he instinctively sensed an ominous premonition similar to a high-energy early warning ahead.

Later, seeing is believing, the Five Classics can be learned without reading, ancient, dental practice, rebirth, face-lifting, unscientific, not his hand...

If it's not his, whose is it?

At this moment, Quan Wei didn't know why, and suddenly remembered the densely packed list of lowercase letters on Yang Zhen's bedside. He forgot what it was called, but he remembered the word "Ya Xing". At that time, because it was too detailed, he thought Yang Zhen It was to write a novel.

But novels are virtual things, so he doesn't need to substitute them in this way. He learns his speech and behavior from the ancients, but now his whole body is blurred, and he keeps talking without point.

Quan Wei's mind was in a mess, and he hadn't figured out what Yang Zhen was trying to do with his nonsense, but the person opposite had already snatched his words without any discussion: "Hand."

"You asked me what I meant at the time. I used the Zen living knife to fool you, but the explanation is just a cover-up. The previous sentence is my truth." Yang Zhen took a breath as if to cheer himself up, and then exhaled in one breath. In the end, he raised his hands in front of Quan Wei, lighting up the front and back as if surrendering, as if to express that I am open-minded and open-minded.

"It's not my hand, I'm not Yang Zhen, have you ever heard of reincarnating from a dead body? It's always on TV."

As he spoke, he laughed easily and candidly, put his hands on his back, and the burden on his heart was instantly lifted away. After half a year and the vicissitudes of life, he tasted what it means to be light without anything for an infinite long time.

There is no power, no emotion, and no worries about directing and acting, I just remember that he is Zhang Shuyu.

But the person opposite him was not so comfortable. If one word could be used to describe Quan Wei's state at this moment, it would be crash.

He was completely dazed, to such an extent that he didn't even have the thought of "this guy must be teasing/playing me", and just stood there for a while without moving.

It is said that the absurdity of reality is enough to defeat even the most bizarre novels, but what I have heard most before is the ugliness and weirdness of human nature. In cases like Yang Zhen, it must be rumors or schizophrenia.

Thinking that Splitting Quanwei finally regained his senses, he found a scientific and reasonable explanation for the scene in front of him: Yang Zhen may have not recovered from his brain injury, and now he is suffering from hysteria.

Quan Weixin said stop making trouble, but asked with a smile: "If it wasn't for Yang Zhen, who are you?"

"You don't believe it is written all over your face," Yang Zhen was a little sad, but he could only face it with a broken jar when it developed like this, he said with a smile, "It's meaningless to tell you, okay, I Finished, thank you for taking me here today to relax, you can call the police now."

Quan Wei is separated from him by a railing post, even though there are still ten thousand screaming chickens singing in a chorus, what makes him even more disturbed is Yang Zhen's attitude, he can't even look at him directly, his eyes are drooping A look of complete disappointment.

Quan Wei still doesn't believe in resurrecting the soul through corpses, but now he still likes Yang Zhen in his heart.

The showers in the weather forecast finally made it to the appointment before midnight. Yang Zhen felt his face turn cold, and he was entertaining himself lamenting that God had pity on him for losing his horse and love, and then someone grabbed his neck.

"Idiots call the police." Quan Wei put his arms around Yang Zhen's neck, and because he was a little sullen, he didn't wait for him to join him, and left with someone else's head in his mouth, dreaming the biggest blue sky daydream of this century, "I have to sacrifice you At home, if you study the truth, you will be reported to the Guinness Book of Records, and it will depend on you to make a fortune and become as rich as an enemy.”