I can't get enough to feed you

Ouyang swallowed a cup of Four Seasons Fruit Tea and iced tea, picked up the stainless steel fork, picked up a piece of chocolate muffin firmly, and stuffed it into his big mouth in one go.

Ou Yang glared at Meng Xiaojiang while chewing: "You are really going to piss me off! I can't get through to you, and my elderly phone doesn't have WeChat. I look at the price list, and I feel like I'm sitting there Ah, every time I sit for an extra minute, I don’t want to live anymore when I think it’s all money—fortunately, the waiter told me that it will be automatically counted on your VIP card, otherwise I would not be mortgaged to wash dishes there, My father came here to get me, and he will beat me to death when he gets home!"

Speaking of this, thinking of his old father Ou Minglang's physique like a big man in Shandong, Ouyang stretched his neck, swallowed the chocolate muffin, and said with extreme sadness: "My father is unjust, even you are so unrighteous. There are no people in the spectrum, it is really not easy for me to live."

Meng Xiaojiang listened to Ouyang's long series of accusations and complaints, and figured out the ins and outs in his heart. He was at a loss for words and felt guilty silently.

At the same time, he was very surprised by the huge amount of information in Ouyang's words - it was too similar to an urban fantasy web novel, so that when he looked at Ouyang, he was reluctant to believe that Ouyang was telling the truth from both reason and emotion.

"Have you read too many novels?" Meng Xiaojiang took a sip of lemonade and looked at Ouyang without words.

Ouyang shook his head: "You still don't believe me, you left me on purpose yesterday, you just don't trust me, right, I remember bringing out your wallet."

As Ouyang said, he took out a wallet from his bag. The wallet was printed with colorful patterns of Naruto characters, very similar to the taste of elementary school students or junior high school students.

As soon as Meng Xiaojiang saw it, he immediately reached out to take the wallet. When he woke up yesterday, except for the missing mobile phone, the wallet was also missing.Although the wallet is thin, it contains all kinds of bank cards and credit card certificates. Being able to get the wallet back really saves him a lot of trouble.

"Thank you so much. By the way, classmate, what's your name?" Meng Xiaojiang put away his wallet and asked politely.

Ouyang stared wide-eyed: "What did you say?"

"What's your name?" Meng Xiaojiang smiled dryly, and he tried his best to look very sincere, "The next words may sound nonsense, but they are all true—student, I have lost my memory."

Ouyang nodded, nodded, opened his mouth wide, and spit out a word: "Ah?"

Meng Xiaojiang looked at his expression and continued to explain: "I have lost all the memories of this week, and this week's time includes the memories from when you and I met."

"So." Meng Xiaojiang concluded, "I don't remember who you are at all."

Ouyang looked at Meng Xiaojiang up and down. Although he and Meng Xiaojiang had only known each other for a short week, Ouyang thought that Meng Xiaojiang's personality was not such that he would make such jokes for no reason. Such a prankster.

He could really feel that this possessor of yin and yang eyes, who was envied by countless monster catchers, was so introverted that he was a little timid, but also too kind, just the kind of boring young man who couldn't make pranks.

After Meng Xiaojiang finished speaking, he picked up his own lemonade and drank it in small sips. Ji Xuanyuan couldn't continue watching the video, but was aroused by the aroma of the food. His tablet was flat on his lap, and Ji Xuanyuan picked up the fork First fork a chocolate muffin.

Like a child, he passed the pancake to Meng Xiaojiang's mouth: "Xiao Jiang, eat."

Meng Xiaojiang's heart warmed, and he felt that this was his real friend. Although he forgot Ouyang as a "friend", which made him feel a little guilty, but this Ouyang classmate really made him feel very similar to him. Hit the autumn wind.

Meng Xiaojiang pursed her lips into a smile, shook her head, and said in a soft voice, "I'm not hungry now, I ate lunch late, and I can't eat anything else, you can eat by yourself, don't worry about me."

Ji Xuanyuan took back the fork, smiled obediently, glanced at Ouyang, and pulled the plate towards him, wanting to monopolize the plate of chocolate muffins like a childish ghost.

When Meng Xiaojiang looked into his eyes, he only felt that Mr. Junxi was a lovely big boy with a genuine temperament, and he didn't feel ashamed at all.

Ouyang silently watched the intimacy between Meng Xiaojiang and the big monster. He really admired Meng Xiaojiang: "Xiao Jiang, I believe you have amnesia. The kind of good friend who has kept secrets. It doesn’t matter if you don’t believe me, but you have yin and yang eyes, this is a fact that you yourself know, you can’t deny it.”

Meng Xiaojiang nodded hesitantly, and Ouyang said: "You have yin and yang eyes, don't you still believe that I am a demon catcher?"

Meng Xiaojiang answered, "But I'm an atheist."

"Oh my god!" Ouyang couldn't help reaching out to hold his forehead, "It's this sentence again! I really have to complain every time I hear it, why the hell can you see monsters and spirits, and you can still be a An atheist?"

Meng Xiaojiang replied in a low voice meaningfully: "Because I have never seen God."

Ouyang felt deeply that he was going to kneel down to Meng Xiaojiang's powerful logic. He found that although Meng Xiaojiang lost his memory, his values ​​were still deeply rooted and not lost together.

"Mr. Xuanyuan." Ouyang changed the subject of his conversation and smiled politely, "I didn't even know that the two of you were friends. I'll tell you the truth when I saw you again today. I'm really surprised."

Ji Xuanyuan silently recited the name Xuanyuan in his heart, and he was also extremely surprised—he suddenly realized that his hallucinated brother Pixiu was not necessarily an illusion.

"Hello, little friend." Ji Xuanyuan kept his face calm, no longer naive, no longer obedient, and smiled at Ouyang like an expert, "Do you know what my name is?"

Ou Yang wondered and replied: "Remember, the Ji by the Jishui River, the Xuanyuan of the Yellow Emperor's Xuanyuan."

Ji Xuanyuan nodded and savored the words carefully. He sincerely thanked Ouyang: "Thank you, classmate Ouyang. It turns out that my name is Ji Xuanyuan. This name is really tasteful. When I heard it, I thought it should be my name!"

Ouyang's mind went blank when he heard this: "What do you mean...Is it impossible for you to lose your memory too?"

Meng Xiaojiang glanced at Ouyang with a sigh, and Ji Xuanyuan nodded with a smile: "Exactly, Xiao Jiang and I are brothers in trouble. My amnesia is more thorough than Xiao Jiang's. I don't even remember who I am. I completely forgot about my whole life."

Ouyang didn't expect to hear such an answer. The impact of this answer overwhelmed him when he saw Meng Xiaojiang, who was afraid of monsters, still be with Ji Xuanyuan, a big monster.