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Orphaned, adopted by adoptive parents.

Not long after, the brothers on the adoptive father's side gave birth to another child, but they couldn't afford it, so they adopted it to them.

I haven't received much love since I was a child.

......

Mao Fei remembered that when he went to eat food stalls with Zhuang Zhou for the first time, he had talked about Jiang Yimian's pitiful life experience in a few words.

He put away a little bit of sharp thorns, and couldn't help gushing out a few strands of sympathy, but he didn't want to be discovered by Jiang Yimian, so he picked up a small cup and blew tea, and took small sips.

Jiang Yimian sighed: "Now that I have finished my PhD, there is nothing that can hinder me from coming back to find him."

People really change rapidly. One second, Mao Fei was still laughing at himself for being too soft-hearted, and the next second he was thinking "ahh!"

He said "Oh", "Then why don't you study as a postdoctoral fellow?"

"I can't wait anymore, I miss him." Jiang Yimian was not afraid of ridicule, looked at Mao Fei with a pair of eyes that he didn't know whether to describe as provocative or decisive, and said, "It's fine if you can't remember the lost memories, but I don't want to keep having them." Another person lives in me, and only he can heal me."

Mao Fei continued to say "Oh" with a blank face: "To put it bluntly, I just want to cure the disease. No matter what I think, it's all a high-sounding excuse. I understand that people are all exquisite egoists. Who is not selfish?"

Jiang Yinian was silent for a few seconds, then sneered and said, "You also said that I am yin and yang, look at yourself?"

"I'm also selfish. Now that Zhuang Zhou is my man, unless I am possessed by the Holy Mother and my sympathy overflows, do you think I will give you half a step and let you covet him?"

"...It's not contradictory that I think it's true for him and it's true that I want to heal myself."

Mao Fei leaned into the soft cushion, probably due to his natural discord, although the reasoning made sense, but it was really unpleasant to look at!

Jiang Yimian's coffee had bottomed out, he gently scraped the residue on the wall of the cup with a small spoon, and recalled: "After I knew he was hiding it from me, I was really stimulated... I'm so scared, you know?" ? Poor raised sons and rich raised daughters, and besides, I am not their own. I have been afraid of being poor since I was a child, not only afraid of having no money, but also afraid that no one would love me."

Zhuang Zhou had analyzed this kind of psychology for him, and Mao Fei was a little impatient. He pouted and urged: "We are not filming a harem drama that competes for favor, stop laying the groundwork and sensationalize, and get to the point!"

Probably Jiang Yimian and Mao Feishi had the same mentality, they were in the way of each other's eyes, he threw the spoon into the cup, raised Erlang's legs and leaned on the sofa.

"I'm sick, I blame him, I can't help blaming him, it's him who hurt me like this. In the past few years, I have taken countless medicines and seen countless psychiatrists, and I still have to live cautiously, constantly self-regulation, afraid that another person will come out to do evil when the mood is too bad. If you are me, let me ask you, on the premise that you still love him, you still suffer from such a disease, you really don’t Will you come back for him?"

Mao Fei secretly bit the tip of his tongue, this question made it impossible for him to give a negative answer.

He hid his fingers under the table and quietly grasped the corner of his clothes.

"In addition, I have long forgiven him for domestic violence. At that time, not only did he throw my flower pot, but he---"

"Stop framing him here with nonsense." Mao Fei looked at him in disgust. "Domestic violence? If I believe you, I might as well hand him over to you now!"

Jiang Yimian sighed, frowned and asked back: "Can you temporarily put aside your hostility and prejudice against me, and listen to me first---"

"No, I can't let it go." Mao Fei interrupted him, "Since you came to the stage to tease me and play me as your accompaniment like a monkey, my prejudice against you has never stopped, and my hatred is as deep as the sea."

Jiang Yinian nodded slightly, and apologized: "I'm sorry, I just wanted to go up and make sure you were together, and I didn't deliberately trick you."

"It's useless, don't believe me."

"it is true."

Mao Fei was so annoying, he urged: "Have you finished?"

Jiang Yimian closed his mouth, his eyes lowered.

A tail of unnamed ornamental fish swims up and down in the dark blue fish tank. They are isolated from the world and generally don't know the confrontation at this table.

Fish appreciation couldn't calm down Mao Fei's mood either.

The disgust is like a stick in the throat, and I can't spit it out.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Let me guess, Zhuang Zhou was gentle and tolerant to you during the two years when you ruled the world, and you never met someone who treated you so well after that, right? ? You will regret it only after you lose it, it’s useless!”

"He raised the flowers and plants, you threw the flower pots, and you did all the more outrageous things. Now you say 'I have amnesia' and shape yourself like a bitter melon, and you blame him for harming me. If you are like this, it is obvious that you have committed the crime yourself! You still want to plant all the bad things on him, no matter whether you are delusional or not, I am not worth it for him! It is really unlucky for him to meet you in 88 lifetimes!"

Jiang Yimian warned everyone to call him by name: "Mao Fei."

Mao Fei's chest shook violently, and it came again, as always, when he was in a hurry and quarreled, his eyes would turn red, and he would lose his combat effectiveness.

He wanted to leave, he grabbed his satchel: "If you are sick, treat the disease, and get well soon."

Jiang Yi reluctantly put his hand on the table, and with a "boom", he rolled up his sleeves, revealing the glaring scar on his wrist: "This is evidence."

Mao Fei was so angry that he laughed: "What evidence?"

"I kept pestering him, hoping that he could bow his head for me and my family, but he got angry later, he took a kitchen knife and got angry at me, saying that if I make trouble again, next time the knife will either cut my wrist or chop it up Drop my whole hand!"

Mao Fei was so angry that he was dizzy and dizzy. He gasped for breath and wiped away his crying tears. Regardless of Jiang Yimian's nonsense, he took out his mobile phone and searched for "amnesia".

He saw dissociative amnesia, and saw that patients often had dual personalities, but the personalities ignored each other.

Mao Fei thought, it doesn't matter, didn't he say it was complicated?Besides, the disease itself has thousands of possibilities.

He tried searching for "false memories" again.

He saw the explanation of the terms and saw the definition saying that patients will firmly believe in the memories fabricated by their own brains.

On the opposite side, Jiang Yimian pushed the tissue box over: "Don't cry, who is bullying whom?"

Mao Fei put down his phone, and didn't hesitate to use a paper towel to wipe it with the back of his hand.

He also rolled up his sleeves and said, "Look."

Jiang Yimian watched as Mao Fei lowered his head and bit his upper forearm, gnawing hard like he was suckling, and asked inexplicably, "What are you doing?"

Mao Fei gnawed for more than ten seconds, then let go of his mouth, the saliva was not very clean, he took out a piece of paper to fool him twice, and then presented the freshly planted strawberries to Jiang Yimian: "I said, this is Zhuang Zhou Bite it out."

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Yimian couldn't believe it, and recalled it again, "Oh, you are saying that I lied to you, but I actually hurt myself, right?"

"Yes."

"Then if that's the case, you won't believe me when I say Zhuang Zhou cut the cat's tail?"

Mao Fei can't wait to swear, I believe you uncle!

He murmured silently, "Don't get angry when he's sick," and said, "Hua Dan is at our house now. Although small animals can't speak, they can't deceive people, and their instincts can't deceive people. Hua Dan put Zhuang Zhou is his own father, every time Zhuang Zhou comes home, Huadan sticks to him and cannot drive him away. If it is really like what you said, do you want me to bring Huadan here now, and watch him face the murderer who abused him again? Will it explode and scream?"

Jiang Yimian held the coffee cup, raised his head, and wanted to drink the last bit of the bottom of the cup into his throat to moisten his throat, but unfortunately the coffee was sticky, and not a single drop could slip into his mouth.

He threw the cup on the table in frustration, and the sound attracted the waiter who had been paying attention to this side: "Sir, do you need a refill for you?"

Jiang Yimian nodded: "Trouble."

During the few minutes of waiting for the refill, the two of them didn't look at each other, they only looked at the beautiful and lovely swimming fish.

Mao Fei thought to himself, sure enough, poor people must have something to hate!

When the coffee was refilled, Jiang Yimian took a sip and seemed to have adjusted his mood. He said softly: "Mao Fei, he chased you, and he will definitely not tell you the truth. Trust me, okay? Like this Zhuang Zhou, are you still willing to be with him? Shouldn't you immediately hide away from him?"

Mao Fei couldn't express his helplessness: "Okay, I won't argue with you...then this is Zhuang Zhou who has used violence against you and hurt you. Don't you still want to be with him?"

"In addition to loving him, I'm going to heal...I'm not going to make him angry anymore...We've been fine for the two years I was in undergrad."

Mao Fei shook his head, licked his lips, and sighed, "It's a pity."

"What's the pity? It's a pity that we separated, or it's a pity that you were not persuaded by me?"

"I think you are happy to be separated." Mao Fei whispered, "I regret that you don't love him anymore, he can't bear it, he has already stopped loving you. I also regret that I didn't meet Zhuang Zhou sooner. , After he came back from the United States, he was exhausted, and his psychological trauma may not be lighter than yours, but it's a pity that I couldn't accompany him."

He rubbed his crying eyes for the past two days: "I feel so distressed, fuck...you were good when you were undergraduates, but unfortunately that's in the past...Now, he and I are also very good, he can wake up from his dreams Already, do you think we are okay?"

Jiang Yimian gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Shut up, don't mess with me! I said you are the person I am most jealous of and hate the most. If you provoke me again, I don't have that much patience." .”

Mao Fei looked at him with calm eyes, regardless of whether the other personality would come out crazy, he felt that Jiang Yimian was going crazy from the moment he opened his mouth to speak.

"We've talked a lot, and you should understand in the end." Mao Fei announced the end notice, "Coffee please."

Jiang Yimian took out his mobile phone, Mao Fei didn't think he was rushing to pay the bill.

Jiang Yimian slowly said word by word: "If you don't believe the advice, if you don't listen, if you don't eat the soft ones, you will come to the hard ones."

He turned to the chat records with Zhu Ming, glanced at them, and repeated: "The black and white school rules of Yunning Normal University forbid teacher-student romance."

Mao Fei was not afraid, he expected it, and he said frankly, "Yes."

"I'm not that insidious. If I report it, even Zhuang Zhou's reputation will be affected. Besides, even if you are fired, maybe Zhuang Zhou will take you around the world for a honeymoon. It's just a diploma. To him, it's just a trivial matter."

Mao Fei sneered: "Don't worry about it, I didn't think that far."

Jiang Yimian turned the phone upside down, pointed at Mao Fei and clicked on a video.

The video screen was bustling with noise, the booing of "Idiot! Idiot!" lasted for several seconds, and then the camera turned. The background sound turned into applause and applause.

Mao Fei burst into tears again.

Before Jiang Yimian said a word, Mao Fei said with trembling lips in disgust: "You are not only sinister, you are also vicious!"

"You have Zhuang Zhou as your escape route, what about the two of them?" Jiang Yimian raised his chin, "If two homosexuals are exposed, they will be innocent and have nowhere to go. Yunshi University is such a good university, can they still study?" ?”

Mao Fei laughed at himself, he said the wrong thing, Jiang Yimian was the one who could really hold his breath, but he himself was about to lose his mind!

Mao Fei silently said "Calm, Calm, Calm." He stared at a pair of water-red eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled: "Okay, let's not let homosexuality be allowed in our school rules, just go according to your plot presupposition. Fired. Then you continue to guess, two people, two positions, how many companies under Chichao, is it a trivial matter to arrange two people to work directly?"

After the video is played, it automatically enters the waiting screen, and Jiang Yimian's eyes are scarlet like a ghost: "Mao Fei..."

Mao Fei suppressed his increasingly arrogant anger, and he warned: "Don't fucking look at me like that! It's disgusting to death!"

"From the first time I saw you, I wished I could peel off your skin, cut you into pieces, and cut you into pieces."

"You can't even dream of the big dream of Spring and Autumn. When you curse others, aren't you afraid of being backlashed!"

Before he finished speaking, black coffee wrapped in ice cubes rushed towards him.

Mao Fei couldn't dodge, and he didn't care. Not only was the flame of anger not extinguished, but it went straight into the sky.

He didn't care to wipe off the cold coffee all over his face, picked up Jiang Yimian's phone and threw it on the ground.

Accompanied by the ear-piercing sound, before Mao insisted on leaving the sofa to punch him, a piece of white quickly hit him from the side, and Jiang Yimian cursed: "Give me back Zhuang Zhou! He's mine!"

Mao Fei didn't have the heart to talk back, the white porcelain teapot was no joke, its power was far greater than the destructive power of fists, he quickly leaned back, fell down on the sofa, and watched as Jiang Yimian swung the teapot directly On a cylindrical ornamental fish tank.

Mao Fei was still in shock, and then he was shocked by the broken sound that resounded through the entire second floor.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the dreamy fish tank turned into a floor full of glass, with water flowing everywhere, and the swimming fish struggled on the ground with their bellies turned upside down.

Jiang Yimian didn't seem to see anything, he stared at Mao Fei, and said something with his lips parted.

Mao Fei couldn't hear it, his ears were full of humming, and his hands and feet became cold in an instant.

What are you doing?

Don't stop until you see blood?Or do you want to die?

With this kind of force, if he didn't dodge, wouldn't he have already lost his head and fainted on the ground?

When Mao Fei regained consciousness, he heard chaotic screams, heard someone insulting him and cursing him, and he also realized later that he was wrestling with that person.

By the window, if you stand on the street and look up, you can see two men fighting each other without any image.

Perhaps the cowardice of the previous 20 years was in exchange for this momentary outburst. Mao Fei was grabbed by the collar and punched several times, but he couldn't feel the pain in his cheek. He swung at Jiang Yimian's head with all his strength, cold His limbs didn't seem to be his own, neither was his reason, and he was full of anger and urgently needed to vent.

Jiang Yimian pushed Mao Fei to the ground, and raised his hand while cursing. Before his fist could fall, he was kicked hard in the stomach.

The spectators circled three circles inside and three circles outside, the waiter was about to die, and the fish all over the floor was trampled into rotten meat, and there was no time to feel sad, just want to stop the trouble quickly.

Mao Fei got up on the ground with both hands and feet, and rode on Jiang Yimian's waist with tears streaming down his face and blood from the corner of his mouth. He roared fiercely, "This belongs to Zhuang Zhou!"

Clenched fists slammed into the same embarrassed face, Mao Fei continued his momentum: "This is Huadan's!"

He said he would avenge them, and he did it.

He also said that a gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands. If he is not a gentleman, he should not waste so many words if he can do it.

Mao Fei tensed up one nerve, and was not prepared for attacks on his waist and chest. He had never fought before, he only knew that he hated Jiang Yimian's face of resenting Zhuang Zhou and slandering Zhuang Zhou!He's going to beat it until it can't speak any more bullshit!

Jiang Yimian was crushed in the corner of the floor-to-ceiling windows and the sofa. He roared furiously, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't knock Mao Fei off his body: "Go away! Go away!!"

Mao Fei also burst into tears and broke his voice: "Don't even think about it!!"

It's a pity that the outbreak only lasted for a few minutes, and the fight quickly became weak.

Jiang Yinian stole the gap, grabbed Mao Fei's clothes and threw him aside. He was exhausted, panting, and just raised his arms when he was hurriedly stopped by the waiter who finally put his hand in.

Mao Fei's tightly held breath was released when he saw Jiang Yimian being suppressed with a yell.

He collapsed under the coffee table and sobbed softly, then raised his hand to cover his face, and muffled a curse word.

The blood subsides, and the pain surges.

Mao Fei gradually burst into tears, the heartache was so painful that he couldn't restrain himself.

He just sat down and talked for two hours, and suffered a few minutes of madness, but what about Zhuang Zhou?

"Who is that stupid!" Mao Fei cried out, "Bastard!"