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When he woke up the next day, Zhou Mu was no longer in the bedroom, but there was still the unique, dry and warm temperature of Zhou Mu in the bedroom.

Xu Zhi was so dizzy that he felt that he had completely lost the ability to carry out mental activities.

He had miscellaneous dreams again last night, with no end to ups and downs, and he started to feel sleepy again as soon as he woke up.

Xu Zhi was very dissatisfied and said to himself, "Wen Shuyao prescribed some broken medicine, I slept all day after taking it."

He stayed on the bed for a while, and when he couldn't lie down, he slowly sat up. When he was about to get out of bed, he suddenly saw Zhou Mu's cell phone on the bedside table turned on.

Xu Zhi didn't have any awareness of respecting other people's privacy, so he reached for the phone and clicked on the message.

The text message was sent from an unsaved number, but Xu Zhi recognized it at a glance.

This is Wen Shuyao's phone number.

----You should know that early intervention is the most effective way.

Xu Zhi couldn't react and repeated it again, "Intervene as soon as possible... what?"

It is said that most people lose their ability to think for a short time due to lack of preparedness in the face of emergencies.

Xu Zhi is also one of these people.

He unhurriedly picked up his mobile phone, checked the numbers one by one, and confirmed that the text message was indeed from Wen Shuyao.

Zhou Mu opened the bedroom window when he got up, and the balcony window should have been opened as well, and the fabric curtains were blown up from time to time by the convective wind.

Xu Zhi stared at it for a while, then his brain began to work slowly.

But the first thing he felt was not anger and sadness, but rather severe suffocation.

Xu Zhi went to the window with his mobile phone as if sleepwalking, and clicked on Zhou Mu's communication records.

There are two records with Xu Zhi, both of which are calls from Xu Zhi, one of which Zhou Mu has not received yet, and 13 calls with Wen Shuyao, all of which were connected, all happened when Xu Zhi was sleeping.

Xu Zhi stared blankly at the curtains that swelled up and fell down again, and suddenly remembered a program he made in college.

That program is used to help Xu Zhi randomly order takeout at noon. Xu Zhi doesn't like surprises very much, even his life remains the same, but he hates trouble.

Because every time you order a meal, you have to check different remarks for different takeaways.

Xu Zhi used this program for a short time before it died.

He checked all night, but in the end he couldn't find where the problem was.

It was only later that I found out that one of the desserts he eats the most was off the shelves, and the program preset did not have a setting for how to deal with missing related meals, and an error occurred after a few times.

Only then did Xu Zhi discover that many things cannot be solved by logic alone.

Computer languages ​​are romantic, but romance is worthless.

Because even if the mistake did not happen to him, the last piece of cake would not be delivered to Xu Zhi's home.

Xu Zhi's originally peaceful life was a little different because of Zhou Mu. He seemed to be an external intrusion and a small error that did not hinder the operation of the main program. Xu Zhi acquiesced in his existence.

After all, the main program runs repeatedly for a long time, which is a bit lonely.

They kissed and touched each other, and Xu Zhi even told him last night before going to bed about the small parts of his life that he hadn't mentioned to others, which were not really sad but could be called unpleasant.

After he unilaterally thought that Zhou Mu was not bad, and Xu Zhi didn't want to leave him, he found out cruelly that Zhou Mu was secretly in contact with his psychiatrist.

Xu Zhi couldn't figure out what actions he had exposed the fact that he had a mental disorder, but he couldn't help thinking of a sentence he had heard before.

I don't know who once said, "There are three things in the world that cannot be concealed, poverty, coughing and love."

Xu Zhi thought, the fourth thing should be added, mental illness.

The curtains were still flying around, Xu Zhi wrapped them up, went to the bedside, opened the bedside table and took out the medicine prescribed by Wen Shuyao.

Seriously, it was delicious.

Zhou Mu was still working diligently in the kitchen to pay off his debts as before. Xu Zhi went to the kitchen and leaned against the door to watch Zhou Mu sprinkle salt on the fried eggs.

"Are you up?" Zhou Mu asked Xu Zhi while flipping the fried egg.

"Well," Xu Zhi walked over, stood beside Zhou Mu, and asked him, "Are you ready?"

Zhou Mu nodded and turned off the fire, stooped to take a disc from the cupboard, and carefully put the fried eggs out.

Xu Zhi took the plate, lowered his eyes and said nothing, as if he was carefully observing the fried egg.

He looked at it for a while, then walked to the dining table on his own, put the fried eggs on the table, and waited for Zhou Mu to serve the meal.

Zhou Mu had already prepared the dishes and was putting them on the table. After a while, he brought over two more bowls of porridge.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Xu Zhi was not in a good mood, Zhou Mu asked, "Still sleepy?"

Xu Zhi shook his head, picked up the spoon and drank the porridge without saying a word.

Zhou Mu sat down opposite him, observing him all the time, thinking that Xu Zhi would not answer, but after a while, Xu Zhi put down the spoon.

Zhou Mu also put down his chopsticks.

Xu Zhi's breathing became more and more rapid. He looked up at Zhou Mu, blinked his eyes a few times, but didn't speak.

Zhou Mu stood up quickly, walked around the table and walked to Xu Zhi's side, and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Xu Zhi didn't speak, he also stood up, looked up at Zhou Mu slightly.

Zhou Mu tried to pull Xu Zhi's hand, but Xu Zhi didn't refuse, so Zhou Mu touched Xu Zhi's cold and wet palm.

"Xu Zhi, relax." Zhou Mu said while reaching out to pat him on the back.

But Xu Zhi listened to him, and there was no reaction. His whole body was tense, as if a part of his soul had been taken away, and his eyes stood there blankly.

Zhou Mu let go of him, and quickly ran to the bedroom to get the cell phone, opened the address book while holding the cell phone, and dialed Wen Shuyao's number.

Before Wen Shuyao could speak, Zhou Mu said, "Shuyao, come here, Xu Zhi is not very good."

Xu Zhi watched his movements vigilantly, and when Zhou Mu hung up the phone and put the phone on the table, tears fell down without warning.

"Xu Zhi, take a deep breath." Zhou Mu supported Xu Zhi's shoulder, exerted a little force with his fingers, trying to get Xu Zhi out of the free state.

Xu Zhi's eyes moved slightly, and finally focused on Zhou Mu's opening and closing lips.

Zhou Mu put both hands on Xu Zhi's shoulders, and his voice could be called gentle guidance, "Don't be nervous, what's wrong with you?"

Xu Zhi wanted to ask, when did you know, but he opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Wen Shuyao came very quickly, and the door rang after a while.

Xu Zhixiang was taken aback, looked at the door in panic, and grabbed Zhou Mu's wrist.

Zhou Mu reached out and patted him to comfort him, "It's Shuyao."

Xu Zhi didn't listen, he asked Zhou Mu, "Are you leaving?"

"I'm not going," Zhou Mu hugged Xu Zhi and told him, "I'm not going anywhere."

Xu Zhi's emotional breakdown was complete, he kept talking to himself in a low voice, and the strength of his hand holding Zhou Mu's wrist was getting stronger and stronger.

Because no one opened the door, Wen Shuyao took out the spare key one minute later and opened the door by himself.

He took a small medicine box, went to the dining table to put it away, and asked in a hurry, "What's going on?"

Before Zhou Mu could speak, Xu Zhi shouted, "It's nothing!"

Everything that followed was chaotic, Xu Zhixiang was greatly stimulated, pushed Zhou Mu away and ran into the bedroom, only allowing Wen Shuyao to enter.

Zhou Mu had to wait in the living room, and Wen Shuyao came out two hours later.

"It's okay." Wen Shuyao walked to the sofa and sat down exhausted, "Fall asleep."

Zhou Mu stared at the bedroom door nervously, without saying a word.

Wen Shuyao followed suit, then sighed lightly, "He still can't remember you?"

"En." Zhou Mu nodded.

On July 7, Xu Zhi woke up and couldn't remember Zhou Mu.

Before that, Xu Zhi had forgotten Zhou Mu 6 times, so Zhou Mu had no choice but to turn on the computer and create a new file in the folder.

Doc7: On July 7, Xu Zhi fell into a delusional state. This time I am the hero in his novel.

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