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After feeding the cat, shoveling excrement, watering the flowers, and tidying up inside and out, Mao Fei matched his favorite clothes in the cloakroom.

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, took off the ring from the necklace, and carefully put it on the ring finger of his left hand.

Simple and bright.

Mao Fei caressed it caressingly, his affectionate face didn't last for half a minute, and he remembered the way Zhuang Zhou was lying on his body and flirting with it with his lips and teeth...Sexy, astringent, and the tailbone was electrified. Turned into an idiot with affectionate face.

It's time to go, and I need to buy a cup of milk tea on the way to boost morale.

The weather turned cloudy, and Fairy Road was crowded on Sunday.

Mao Fei got off at the bus stop. He clicked on the map to check the exact coordinates of the cafe. Although it is located here with Shiliuhua, it is far away and not in the same commercial district.

At five minutes to eleven, Mao Fei found the coffee shop.

He threw the finished milk tea into the trash can, took a deep breath, and turned to push the door of this elegant shop, recalling the farce in Starbucks at the same time.

"A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands." Mao Fei told himself silently, "Don't be like a cat abuser, just sneer at him."

He looked around on the first floor, but he didn't see Jiang Yimian, his phone vibrated, and a text message popped up: second floor.

Mao Fei flattened his mouth at the corner of the stairs. When he really hated a person from the bottom of his heart, no matter what the person did, he would be particularly disgusted.

He saw Jiang Yimian in the half-partitioned booth by the window, his hair would change color, last time it was dark brown, this time it was pure black.

Mao Fei sat down and put the satchel aside, the two of them looked at each other speechlessly.

The arrival of the waiter broke the silence, and Mao Fei was a little surprised when he looked at the menu—there is tea in this unique coffee shop.

Very good, drink tea and calm down.

Mao Fei ordered a pot of Tieguanyin.

While waiting for the coffee and tea to be served, Mao Fei preemptively said, "How do you know my phone number?"

Jiang Yimian's eyes fell on the shining ring, and he asked back: "The ring is already on your hand, why didn't he take you to the engagement banquet of big brother? Or did he not tell you that he is actually The second young master of Chichao?"

"Are you deliberately trying to scare people here?" Mao Fei looked at him with the most contemptuous eyes, "You just need to say 'he', I can't hear you calling him any intimate nickname, otherwise this day There is no way to talk, I will leave before the tea is served."

Jiang Yimian understood, nodded, and said, "That night in the bar, you were singing on stage, and my sister said she knew you, and you were her junior."

Mao Fei didn't say a word, he knew that Jiang Yimian stopped here because he wanted him to ask more questions, but he didn't, he liked to talk but didn't talk, and didn't talk about falling down, anyway, he probably already guessed which character that sister corresponded to.

The waiter came over with a tray, put down the coffee, cake, white porcelain pot, and small cups.

毛非为自己倒一杯，茶水清亮浅绿，随热气裹挟清香，他听姜以勉继续道：“我妹妹的男朋友你应该也认识，叫朱铭，我就是找他要到你手机号的。”

Mao Fei changed color suddenly: "It's you?"

"What am I?"

"We 214 were framed by you, right?! Zhuang Qiang was also framed by your evil idea, right?!"

Jiang Yimian frowned: "I don't understand what you're talking about. I asked him for your mobile phone number, and he sent it to me. We only talked about these two sentences. I don't know anything about framing."

Mao Fei stared at him, eyes full of suspicion and scrutiny.

With the name of the biggest suspect, Zhu Ming thinks about it carefully, half a semester has passed since the initial vomiting incident, why did he hold back until now and suddenly take revenge?

Was it really Jiang Yimian's secret instigation that the two of them work together to get what they need?

Mao Fei gritted his teeth. He had no evidence. Without evidence, no amount of reasonable guessing would be of any use.

Jiang Yinian cut the cake with a small fork, but he put down the fork before eating, "What I said next is not to win your sympathy, but to state the facts, and I hope we can chat peacefully."

Mao Fei didn't say a word, he blew tea without even giving him a look.

"I'm sick," Jiang Yimian said, "I lost my memory."

The table was eerily quiet, only the beautiful swimming fish in the cylindrical ornamental fish tank next to it were wagging their tails.

After Mao Fei was surprised, he almost laughed out loud because of the bloody lines.

Amnesia?

He has made up so many stories with tens of thousands of stalks, and he is not willing to make up such ancient bloody plots.

In this situation, to fuck with public morality, he just really wants to laugh.

"Amnesia?" Mao Fei was going to listen to the facts he stated with the mentality of listening to stand-up comedy, "What kind of amnesia?"

"It's more complicated, it belongs to dissociative amnesia, and it's a symptom caused by trauma. I don't remember why he left me, and I don't remember my life in the six months after he left me."

Mao Fei was speechless for a moment, feeling tingly in his heart.

Traumatized and amnesia, what is lost is the memory of Zhuang Zhou leaving him, so it shows from the side that the breakup has brought him a heavy blow.

But, Mao Fei thought, it deserves it!

He asked, "How did you find out that you lost your memory?"

"I discovered it by accident. After returning home, I found that the house was empty. I sat on the sofa and thought of having a headache, but I couldn't remember when he left, why he broke up with me, and I couldn't remember how I had spent the past six months. blank."

Mao Fei said dryly, "Oh."

Jiang Yimian took a sip of coffee: "Later, when I woke up one morning, I found that the room was in a mess like a robber, but the door locks and windows were all intact, nothing was lost, it was just messy, like someone broke into the house. Crazy."

He looked at Mao Fei: "Have you ever seen a horror movie? The kind of pseudo-documentary filming method, such as "Ghost Story" and the like."

Mao Fei is timid, and he doesn't watch anything that has anything to do with horror.

Jiang Yimian made a gesture of holding the DV and said, "I followed the example in the movie. I put a DV in the bedroom to record the video before going to bed that night. I guess I might be sleepwalking."

Mao Fei imagined the scene for a while, and the goosebumps fell layer after layer. This is not stand-up comedy, this is lotus nonsense.

"When I got up the next day, sure enough, the house was in chaos as if it was being demolished, and the DV was smashed. I took out the card and plugged it into the computer, and found that I was not sleepwalking in the video, but turned into another grumpy, Destructive strangers..."

Jiang Yimian lowered his eyes: "It can't be regarded as a complete stranger. He still knows to look for Zhuang Zhou... He was looking for Zhuang Zhou. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he found that the person who often hugged him to sleep had disappeared, so he started to look for Zhuang Zhou. Crying, started yelling... Luckily my neighbors were traveling during that time, otherwise it would have scared them."

Mao Fei was dumbfounded.

He looked at Jiang Yinian's painful face, wanted to hate, and also wanted to ask a real question, how could this be another stranger, isn't this what you looked like when you drove Zhuang Zhou to death?

Pursing his lips, Mao Fei poured himself another cup of tea. Although he was mentally prepared when he came, the phrase "always hug me to sleep" still made him very uncomfortable.

Seeing that he was indifferent, Jiang Yinian didn't care, and continued: "I made an appointment with the doctor, and the doctor judged that I have amnesia, and my personality has split into two parts. The other me will come out to vent my emotions when I am stimulated, so ---"

他盯着毛非：“所以我才说心平气和地聊聊天。你现在是我最嫉妒的人，你拥有我想要的人，你不要特意刺激我，我怕我不受控制。”

Drinking tea could not calm Mao Fei's heart, he felt that he was jumping from lotus pod nonsense to nonsense.

Regardless of whether what this piece of ginger said was true or not, he thought it was all nonsense!

"Out of sight, out of mind, I will disappear from your face right now, so don't rush to make yourself uncomfortable." Mao Fei raised his head and finished drinking the cup of tea, "I still say the same thing, I don't treat you even a drop It is you who do not cherish your sympathy, and you ruined everything with one hand, so don’t tell me that stabbing will not irritate you, I will tell you---you give up, don’t even think about it! No matter you want Zhuang Zhou to accompany you to heal Illness, I still want Zhuang Zhou to come back to you, and you will die!"

Considering the elegant and quiet environment, Mao Fei didn't growl, but gnashing his teeth was enough to show his determination.

Facing Jiang Yimian's downcast face, he had no fear, picked up his satchel and was about to stand up and leave.

"Wait!" Jiang Yimian stretched out his hand to stop him, his face was worried but his tone softened a lot, "Wait a minute. How long have you been with him? No matter how long it is, it won't last longer than the three or four years I have been with him, right? Are you really Do you know him? Did he tell you what he did?"

Mao Fei frowned, what did Zhuang Zhou do?Is it something blind?Did I give you something in vain? !

姜以勉见他那双不知为何而哭肿的眼睛直冒怒火，愈加诱惑到：“他肯定没和你说过，不然你一定会离他远远的...先不管他还是否愿意和我复合，我觉得你得要先听一听我给你的忠告。”

Mao Fei glanced at him condescendingly, and said with a sneer, "Aren't you afraid that I'll irritate you? Aren't you afraid that you'll lose control?"

Jiang Yimian didn't make a sound, just looked at him firmly.

The two stalemate for a few seconds, Mao Fei put down his satchel again, rang the beeper again, and called the waiter for a new pot of tea.

The ancient standing pendulum clock struck twelve, and an engagement banquet was being held in Xiaofu, far away.

Mao Fei thought of his little Brother Pei, took out his phone, and suddenly curled his lips slightly in relief.

There is an exotic photo on the screen, the sun is shining like he made a wish, and the sea is blue.

gorgeous.

He also wanted to see it and enjoy the sea breeze.

Just this summer vacation, if you drive a helicopter in the valley and push back first, act like a baby, Zhuang Zhou will definitely agree... right...?

Dreams are like bubbles, puff, burst.

Mao Fei suddenly remembered that he was sneaking and resisting the order on this current trip, and he hadn't figured out how to beg hard after this, and how to beg several times before he could be forgiven.

Mao Fei shivered, put away his phone resolutely, and looked up, and saw Jiang Yimian sipping a cake while waiting for his "favor".

He took out his patience: "Advice, tell me, I'll listen."

Jiang Yinian wiped his mouth with a square handkerchief, and said, "Have you ever made him angry? He is usually very gentle, but have you ever seen him angry, when he loses patience?"

Mao Fei thought to himself, what a coincidence.

他贯彻“我不动，我就看敌动”的战术，扔过去一个“你快说”的眼神。

"He abused me domestically, I was deceived by his good temper before, and then I realized that he was so terrible when he was angry, he would throw flower pots at me, he raised a lot---"

"I heard you fart!" Mao Fei interrupted him, he was still calm and he might as well be his surname Jiang, "I think you not only have amnesia, but you also have fucking paranoia! What are you confounding black and white! You Don't be ashamed!"

Jiang Yimian's face was a little red: "...Can you sit down? You are not ashamed, but I am!"

It was only then that Mao Fei saw that the waiter and several tables of guests had come to look at him. It was really shameful to be ashamed. He thought he was ashamed, so didn't he think he was disgusting? !

Mao Fei sat down, drank tea, and drank another cup after drinking one cup.

Fortunately, he stayed to listen to this advice. The voice recorder in the satchel was recording without missing a second. He really wanted to hear what else this piece of ginger could say!

Jiang Yinian laughed at him and said, "Sure enough, I'm only 20 years old, I can't hold my breath at all."

Mao Fei choked him: "Yes, as long as you can hold your breath, you can hold your breath, why didn't you have any brains at the beginning, and the second young master Chichao shared the joys and sorrows together, and the pain was stronger than Jin Jian, until you joined hands to win the consent of the parents and live a happy life What a happy life for being rich, loving, and having a man? Do you need to be so sly and talk nonsense about things that happened hundreds of years ago?"

Mao Fei didn't give him a chance to retort at all: "I'm only 20 years old, seven years younger than you, I can't hold back I'm young! Let me remind you by the way, I don't compare with you. When I just graduated from elementary school, the two of you were flirting with each other in college. Where can I compete with you? Whoever has the last laugh! This man you can’t get is now holding me to sleep and calling me every day baby!"

Jiang Yimian almost crushed the coffee cup.

He took a few deep breaths before he calmed down and smiled, "Oh, I thought you could only say 'don't think about it', but I didn't expect you to be so good at talking."

Mao Fei didn't bother to talk to him, and he questioned: "I'm surprised, you like him so much, you can't bear him so much, you've lost your memory due to trauma, so why don't you come back to him? What are you wasting your time for?"

Jiang Yimian smiled wryly: "You think of me as the treasure in the palm of your well-fed and well-fed family? How rare is it for me to have a chance to study? If I lose someone, there is still the possibility of getting it back. I lose a chance to study Maybe it will take the rest of my life."

Mao Fei was suddenly speechless.