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This is the 8th year that Zhou Mu and Xu Zhi have been together. Xu Zhi's paranoia has relapsed, which is the 8th time in 7 years.

Maybe it can't be called a relapse, because Xu Zhi has never been thorough.

Worse than the situation where Xu Zhi may face strangers in the room at any time, Zhou Mu needs to quickly enter the role Xu Zhi arranged for him.

"Just feel free to forget about it boldly, and leave the task of reminding Xu Zhi to Zhou Mu."

That's what Zhou Mu said, and he did the same.

After he found out that Xu Zhi didn't know him, he took Xu Zhi to Wen Shuyao's hospital on the grounds that he might need a full-body examination.

"It should be that the medicine has worked." Wen Shuyao said.

Zhou Mu was still staring at the door of the bedroom, and just nodded seriously after hearing this, "It's the fifth day."

Counting from Xu Zhi's delusional state, this is the fifth day.

"I'll go in and see him." Zhou Mu sat up from the sofa and walked towards the bedroom.

Xu Zhi must have cried a lot, there were still wet tears on his face, and his brows were frowning, looking a little pitiful.

He looks very small, and at the age of 26, he looks like a student in college.

Zhou Mu looked at Xu Zhi's face that hadn't changed much for so many years, and suddenly thought of the scene when he met Xu Zhi for the first time.

The first time he met Xu Zhi was at Wen Shuyao's home, when Xu Zhi was only 17 years old.

At that time, he was just in the third year of high school, and he was in the mathematics competition group with Wen Shuyao. The two often discussed problems together, but it was the first time to go to Wen Shuyao's house.

At that time, he and Wen Shuyao were calculating a super-outline problem in the bedroom, when they heard someone shouting Wen Shuyao's name downstairs.

"Brother Wen! Shuyao! Wen Shuyao!" The people downstairs shouted.

Wen Shuyao knew that Zhou Mu had a good relationship with Wen Shuyao in the lower grades. He and Wen Shuyao had known each other for a long time. Wen Shuyao had mentioned to him that Xu Zhi had dropped out of school due to physical reasons.

So he had never seen Xu Zhi before, but he knew who was coming almost as soon as there was a shout from downstairs.

"Shuyao," Zhou Mu stopped his calculations, and called Wen Shuyao, "There are people looking downstairs."

Wen Shuyao was working hard with his headphones on, but he didn't hear his words at all.

Zhou Mu went to open the door on his own initiative.

I can't say why, maybe it's because Wen Shuyao always mentioned it, which aroused his curiosity about Xu Zhi, or it might just be because Xu Zhi's voice is nice.

It is worth mentioning that before this, Zhou Mu was a person without curiosity.

The flower bed shared by the Wen family and the Xu family was full of roses. As soon as Zhou Mu opened the door, he saw Xu Zhi wearing a pure white T-shirt, standing on the path among the flowers and looking up.

He remembered that when the evening was approaching, the sun setting in the west cast a square building projection in the flower field, half of the flower field was bright and half was dark.

Standing in the bright light, Xu Zhi squinted at him, his eyes very vigilant.

Zhou Mu didn't know what he was guilty of. Anyway, they looked at each other for a few seconds, and then he turned around and called Wen Shuyao.

Wen Shuyao heard it this time, and after he went out, Xu Zhi didn't give Zhou Mu another look, so Zhou Mu could look at Xu Zhi unscrupulously.

Xu Zhi's eyes were very light in color, and when he raised his head to catch the less intense sunlight, although there were no tears in his eyes, they were wet, like a wronged animal.

It may be that Zhou Mu looked too directly, but Xu Zhi found out within a few seconds. While talking to Wen Shuyao, he stared at Zhou Mu very dissatisfied.

Zhou Mu looked away calmly, but his heart was about to jump out nervously.

Later when Xu Zhi came to the house, he hid upstairs and did not go down because he calculated the answer wrongly and needed to deduce it again.

Wen Shuyao came up after not staying downstairs for long.

"Leaving?" Zhou Mu looked towards the door, without giving Wen Shuyao his eyes.

"No," Wen Shuyao picked up the collection of questions scattered on the table, and called on Zhou Mu, "speed up, don't make him wait."

"Tell him to come up," Zhou Mu drew a line on the draft paper with a pen, and said casually, "I don't know how long it will take."

"Farewell," Wen Shuyao turned over a page and marked a question, "He doesn't like to meet strangers."

Zhou Mu paused, and before he could speak, Wen Shuyao snatched the draft paper.

Wen Shuyao narrowed his eyes and looked at him inquiringly, "What's the matter with you? Don't you like to be disturbed when you are doing the questions the least?"

"That's what I said," Zhou Mu changed a piece of draft paper without changing his expression, "Quickly calculate."

After speaking, count on your own.

Because Zhou Mu didn't cooperate, the two of them didn't continue this topic. It took them a lot of trouble to calculate the problems, and it took them more than ten minutes to clear their minds.

Almost as soon as he stopped writing, Wen Shuyao couldn't wait to drive him away, "Hurry up, my brother is still waiting downstairs."

Zhou Mu packed up his things and followed Wen Shuyao downstairs. When he reached the corner, Wen Shuyao said that he would introduce Xu Zhi to him.

For some reason, thinking of those wet eyes, he felt a little hot for no reason, so he found an excuse to prevaricate.

Then I saw Xu Zhi again, that was the year when Xu Zhi was admitted to university at the age of 19.

It was also that year that Zhou Mu chased Xu Zhi, and they are still together until now.

"Old Zhou." Wen Shuyao called him softly outside the door.

Zhou Mu helped Xu Zhi increase the temperature of the air conditioner, closed the door lightly and walked out. He walked to the sofa and sat down. There was a little silence between the two of them.

Wen Shuyao lowered his head and thought for a while, before speaking first, "You'd better..."

"Shu Yao," Zhou Mu interrupted him, turning his gaze from the bedroom door to him, "he doesn't want to."

"It's not a question of whether he is willing or not," Wen Shuyao stood up from the sofa, "he can only accept more professional treatment now."

Zhou Mu also stood up. He was about the same height as Wen Shuyao, so he only needed to look up to see each other's line of sight.

"In my opinion, this is the problem." Zhou Mu took a step closer to Wen Shuyao, "As long as he doesn't want to, I won't send him there."

"He has no idea that he has fallen into a delusional state," Wen Shuyao argued with his professional knowledge, "He is obviously incomplete now..."

"But he has complete social functions," Zhou Mu interrupted him, "and he has no other dangerous tendencies."

"This is not the first time," Wen Shuyao lowered his voice and looked in the direction of the bedroom. "It's not good over and over again. If this continues..."

"Then what do you want me to tell him?" Zhou Mu raised his hand and grabbed Wen Shuyao's collar, preventing him from continuing.

He lowered his voice, "Tell him that everything he thinks is fake, tell him he's actually a mentally ill patient, and send him to a lunatic asylum?"

"It's not a lunatic asylum." Wen Shuyao's tone was also anxious, "This situation will only get worse if you don't go to the hospital for treatment. Don't tell me you've been acting with him all the time?"

Zhou Mu paused, let go of Wen Shuyao's collar, and then sat back on the sofa.

It was a bit cloudy this day. Although it was summer, it was already dark at four or five o'clock in the afternoon, so the whole room was a little gray.

Zhou Mu stared at the untouched lunch set in the restaurant for a long time, and then said softly, "It's nothing, he just forgot about me."

Wen Shuyao suddenly didn't know what to say.

He felt that Zhou Mu seemed to need comfort, but he didn't seem so sad, so he couldn't say anything.

There was a moment of silence in the living room.

After about ten minutes, Zhou Mu turned on the warm floor lamp.

Because it was still daytime, it was no different if the lights were turned on or off, and the room was still gray.

Zhou Mu was wearing a very casual T-shirt, sitting on the sofa with his shoulders slumped, staring in a daze at the glass of water that Xu Zhi had drunk halfway on the coffee table.

There were obviously two people in the living room, but Wen Shuyao still felt that Zhou Mu was lonely.

I don't know how long later, the aperture of the warm light got bigger, half of Zhou Mu's face was caged in.

"I probably won't be able to understand Xu Zhi's thoughts for the rest of my life," Zhou Mu said with his head down.

Wen Shuyao opened his mouth to say something, Zhou Mu raised his head and smiled at him.

"But I am ready to act with him for the rest of my life."

Zhou Mu said, "Although I don't have the imagination that Xu Zhi has, I can play any role that Xu Zhi arranges for me well."