phantom hand

Zhao Qingyu took the train for the first time in his life, and it was an involuntary standing ticket.He had only seen the so-called Spring Festival transport on TV before, but it was only July now, so when he got up for the nth time to make way for someone and was squeezed against the wall of the car, he really understood that the news was also edited.

"Hello? Hello? Where's the person?" The dilapidated Nokia was still working diligently. Zhao Qingyu was almost squeezed into a shadow of a donkey. With great difficulty, he moved a little far away from Li Chuang, the team leader and teacher. The place where he was sitting—a corner of the smoking area in the middle of the carriage—squat down against the wall.

"I'm listening." Zhao Qingyu finally took a breath and said something.

"Oh," Li Chuang said angrily, "I thought you were scared out of your wits."

Zhao Qingyu shook his head, hoping to relieve a little fatigue.When he just woke up, he almost frantically called his mobile phone. He heard it shut down, but he still dialed it over and over again in vain.Because he doesn't know what else to do besides this.The almost neurotic behavior lasted for almost two hours before he gradually calmed down, and finally he was able to maintain his usual indifference in front of Li Chuang: "It's okay."

"Fuck, is that fucking name okay?" Li Chuang was a little anxious, as if he was looking for a suitable adjective, "The two of us are just... just..."

"Soul exchange." Zhao Qingyu frowned and helped Li Chuang finish the rest of the sentence. Hearing his own voice swearing was not a pleasant experience for Zhao Qingyu.

Li Chuang on the other end seemed to be dumbfounded: "This is a big joke."

Zhao Qingyu habitually wanted to take off his glasses and rub his temples, but his hands touched his eyelids.With his arms frozen there, Zhao Qingyu seemed unable to find his next move.Suddenly, a scene flashed through his mind, and Zhao Qingyu almost blurted out: "Drinking last night, you seem to have said that you want us to switch?"

Li Chuang was speechless: "Brother, you treat me as a fairy, if I talk so well, I can buy a lottery ticket!"

Zhao Qingyu also thought this idea was ridiculous, so he just said it casually.Just as I was thinking about the messy clips with no clues, I heard Li Chuang tentatively asking over there: "I said... was it yesterday that we two drank?"

Zhao Qingyu was stunned, and instantly found the crux of the problem.The second day of drinking should be the finals of the debate competition and the awards show. According to the arrangement of the organizing committee, the awards show will start at 10:30 and end at [-]:[-]. All school regulations should be set on the third day after that!

Zhao Qingyu took down his phone and quickly checked the electronic calendar. If he remembered correctly, he and Li Chuang had a drink on July 13th, and today is...No.15.

"Damn it, can it still work! What about my memories of that day!" Li Chuang seemed to be going crazy again.

Zhao Qingyu pursed his lips, and after a while, he said, "Li Chuang, where is your last memory?"

Without even thinking about it, he replied, "Drink."

"Me too." Zhao Qingyu pondered, and then immediately thought, "Then how did the two of us get along yesterday?"

Li Chuang seemed to think for two seconds, and suddenly said, "Wait a minute." After that, Zhao Qingyu heard his own voice asking in an unusually hearty tone, Hey, who won the finals yesterday?

The person who was asked should be Kong Di. Zhao Qingyu vaguely heard his impatient Cantonese, and probably Li Chuang didn't understand, so within a few seconds he heard him ask in a low voice: "He just said that I also went yesterday. Well, it seems that politics and law have won? What is that tricky or something?"

Brainstorming actually means that the brain is broken, but Zhao Qingyu is not going to explain it to Li Chuang, which will not help solve the problem at this stage, and according to Li Chuang's character, it will definitely cause problems.So he picked out the main point directly, and said, "In other words, we lost one day of memory."

Li Chuang couldn't think of a better explanation, but he still couldn't agree with it: "This shit is so new, I can change it if I want? Damn, I haven't heard that consciousness can determine matter!"

"It is in line with the law of energy conservation." Zhao Qingyu's response was almost conditioned reflex.

Li Chuang said angrily, "You're from the chemistry department."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Qingyu hummed, and then asked, "You studied philosophy?"

Li Chuang twitched the corner of his mouth, and suddenly he didn't want to talk.

Zhao Qingyu didn't take it seriously, and sorted out all the current situation in his head. Finally, he cleared his throat and said slowly: "Li Chuang, I think we need to get to know each other again."

"It's not necessary," Li Chuang refused without even thinking about it. At this moment, he leaned against the seat in the last row and pushed all the windows open. The bus was speeding at high speed, and the hot wind blowing in made his face hurt. Li Chuang looked at the unfamiliar skyscrapers in the distance, and wanted to smoke agitatedly, "Maybe I will change it back tomorrow."

Zhao Qingyu wanted to speak, but opened his mouth but inhaled a big mouthful of second-hand smoke, coughing until he burst into tears.The train stopped at some point, but it was not the platform. After struggling for a while, he found Li Chuang's or his own voice: "What if I can't get back?"

Li Chuang over there seems to have knocked down the window glass: "You can't hope for something better!"

Zhao Qingyu didn't answer, showing a wry smile.He seems to always be in the habit of preparing for the worst.

"My name is Li Chuang, you know," Li Chuang's reluctant tone rang on the other end of the phone, "the second-year students in the Philosophy Department of Normal University, those who drive with you are led by Mr. Ma from the student union of the school, who is in charge of student affairs. The fat guy with the flat head is called Pang Yan, the one from the School of Physics, the tall and thin one with glasses is called Ren Jingxuan, the one from the School of Business, who has a loud voice is Wang Qian from the Academy of Mathematics, and the one who is short and thin like a monkey is like I... er, no, I'm in the same class as you, named Zhang Zhiyuan. Oh, anyway, just don't get your name wrong, and you don't have to talk to them. If they talk to you, if you like it, you can answer it or not. Just roll your eyes, okay?"

Zhao Qingyu had been working hard to absorb and digest before, but when he heard the last sentence, he almost vomited blood: "You always get along with people like this?"

Li Chuang snorted coldly: "I can't drag them all, they don't like me, why should I give them good looks."

Zhao Qingyu felt his head hurt again.

"Okay, there are so many blah blah blah, you just lack exercise, so you don't look like a man all day long." Li Chuang was a little impatient, "What do you call all the crooked melons and cracked dates here, introduce introduce."

Zhao Qingyu felt that his team of colleagues who thought they were handsome and talented would spit out a liter of blood as if they were piercing their intestines if they heard Li Chuang's words.

"Our team leader is Mr. Li Ziyao, a counselor from the School of Business. The person who talked to you just now is Kong Di from the School of Environment, from Foshan, Guangdong. The one with natural curly hair is Du Xinyu from the School of Arts, from Zhuhai. The girl is from the School of Art. Xu Wei, from Shandong, the remaining tall and strong one with thick eyebrows is Tan Dong from the Department of Mathematics, I can't remember where his family is..."

Before Zhao Qingyu finished speaking, Li Chuang interrupted: "It's alright, big brother, how come you can remember even eight generations of your ancestors, I just want a name, just don't make a mistake in a while."

Zhao Qingyu let out an oh, a little embarrassed.

Li Chuang finally felt that his words were a little off-putting, so he had to make up for it: "I said, why are you living so carefully? If it's useless, just ignore it. Don't blame yourself. They didn't treat you Be so attentive."

More than not caring, according to the northern dialect, it is very unwelcoming.But on the other end of the phone, Zhao Qingyu was just silent.He can't tell Li Chuang that what you said to me is that I am very excluded and hated by others.It was too embarrassing for him to open his mouth.

Li Chuang didn't take it seriously, and said to himself: "Okay, let's do this first, I hope I will go back to the northeast when I wake up tomorrow, otherwise I will really go crazy."

Zhao Qingyu sighed helplessly: "Then before you get back, can you try not to swear?"

Li Chuang probably didn't expect this request, so he paused for a while before he snorted angrily: "Then can you speak confidently, don't act like you're just recovering from a serious illness, and try to bring in some Northeast air?"

Zhao Qingyu was so blocked that he couldn't speak.

"That's enough, I'll take it easy on my own." Li Chuang sighed, feeling a little tired, "Damn it, I'm the only one screaming here, how can you be so calm."

Zhao Qingyu smiled dryly, stretched out his palm and spread it out, the palms were stained with nail marks, his fingertips were still trembling slightly uncontrollably, he was not as calm as he showed, but he was used to enduring it .

At the end of the call, Zhao Qingyu still maintained the posture of squatting in the corner, a layer of sweat had been clenched on the phone, and he didn't realize it.At this time, the train suddenly started again, and the violent bumps caused him to fall to the ground completely unprepared.The blunt pain in the buttocks spread little by little until it reached the bottom of my heart.

Li Chuang was almost falling asleep in the bus, but at some point, the iPhone that was pressed under his body made a crisp notification sound again.He opened his eyes in a daze, and there was a new message displayed. He frowned and opened his eyes, and a few words came into view: Little thing, is there any obedient outside?

The chill ran all the way from his back to his scalp, Li Chuang wanted to slap the person who sent the text message to death, he had never seen such a disgusting thing before!

Almost at the same time, Zhao Qingyu also received a text message. The sender was Song Xinyou, and the content was also a short sentence: Are you back?

Zhao Qingyu stared at the text message for a long time before carefully pressing reply - he was still on the train, and he should arrive at the station in two hours.

Li Chuang, who was thousands of miles away, stared at "Sender: Han" for a long time, and then rarely remembered Zhao Qingyu's request, so a very harmonious dirty word was useless—please leave mellowly.

At this time, both Li Chuang and Zhao Qingyu hoped and were willing to believe that the chaos was only temporary.