Paranoid boyfriend doesn't want to heal

Thoughts by day and dreams by night, what the ancestors said had some truth in the end.

After Xin Tang's unremitting efforts before going to bed, he really dreamed about the past at night.

It was in the study room, the decoration was no different from the current one, Ying Huan sat in front of the computer, while he, wearing baggy dark purple home clothes, slumped on the sofa, frowning at the 34-level Sokoban.

He didn't find his way of thinking for a long time, he tossed and turned on the sofa, sat up for a while, and lay down again for a while.

Ying Huan noticed his movement, and walked over after finishing the work in hand, sitting on the armrest of the sofa and watching Xin Tang scratching his head and thinking about how to play the game.

Xin Tang didn't notice that Ying Huan had come, until his light white fingertips touched a small box on his screen, "Push this first," the fingertips moved to a designated position, "Push here."

"Why?" Xin Tang was puzzled.

"Calculated, don't try each box one by one, it is difficult to try the correct order, first observe which designated position must be filled first, and then push back, which boxes can be pushed to this position."

The map of level 34 is not difficult, and Xin Tang quickly followed Ying Huan's steps to find it.

"But, can't these two boxes both advance to this position?"

"Then you find the second designated position that must be filled?"

Xin Tang pointed to the first location where he walked out, "Here."

"Push again which boxes can be pushed to this position?"

After careful calculation, Xin Tang found that there are still two boxes that can be pushed to the second position, and one of the boxes coincides with the first round of boxes.

In other words, the overlapping boxes belong to the second position, and the remaining boxes in the first round belong to the first position.

It happened to be the box that Ying Huan was pointing at.

While pushing the box, Xin Tang said somewhat depressedly, "How did you figure out the way so quickly?"

He has completed more than 30 levels, and he never thought of finding a pattern like this.

"This is a checkpoint game, and it becomes more and more difficult as it goes on. It is impossible to get the correct answer by trying."

"But I'm playing a game. If I'm so rational, I won't have the fun of playing the game?"

"If you can't pass the test, how long can you keep having fun?"

"It's fun only if you can't pass it."

The two looked at each other, seeming to disagree, or even to understand each other's thoughts.

Ying Huan likes to completely control things in his own hands, he only loves things that are completely his own.

As for Xin Tang, what he pursues is the sense of the unknown of things, because he can't control them, so he keeps chasing them.

Xin Tang felt that Ying Huan's behavior was too boring, rolled his eyes, and suddenly thought of a brilliant idea: "That's good, let's check each other one by one, and see who gets impatient first."

Ying Huan raised his eyebrows, "Okay." Obviously, he is also very persistent in what he is chasing.

In the morning, Ying Huan had just woken up and moved very lightly, but Xin Tang still woke up a few minutes earlier than usual.

Xin Tang stretched out his hand and barely grabbed Ying Huan's clothes, "Ying Huan, I remembered."

Ying Huan paused without turning around, "What do you remember?"

"Sokoban, it's because I think it's more fun to play without algorithms, so we just do it one by one, right?"

"Just remember these?"

"What, it's not easy for me to remember these things, okay? You won't tell me anything. "

Ying Huan finally turned around, leaned over and kissed Xin Tang's forehead, "Well, it's my fault, you sleep a little longer, huh?"

"Of course I still want to sleep," Xin Tang muttered and shrank back under the blanket, "I'm so sleepy."

Xin Tang soon fell asleep again, only vaguely feeling that Ying Huan stuffed him with two hand warmers, and he didn't even remember when Ying Huan changed his clothes.

When he woke up again, it was time for the hand warmer to be cold. Xin Tang didn't stay in bed too much today, he just got up, holding his small tablet while studying Sokoban while eating breakfast.

I don't know if it was due to the dream last night. Xin Tang played this game today like a godsend. Yesterday he was clearly stuck in the fourth box, but today he pushed all the boxes in half an hour!

Xin Tang collected what should be harvested from the farm again, and put all the products that should be made on the processing line. After posting for a while, she opened WeChat.

The chat history in it could not be restored, he had already clicked in to read it yesterday, there were more than a dozen contacts, but he didn't even remember who these people were.

Xin Tang studied for a while and learned how to enter Moments, and looked at the Moments of more than a dozen people one by one. Only one person named "Xu" was seriously sharing his daily life, the kind who even had to take a photo after eating ice cream, but His routine has been interrupted since a month ago.

In addition, there are still a few Moments that are almost empty, and the most remaining ones are all kinds of small advertisements.

After hesitating for a while, Xin Tang sent messages to everyone except Ying Huan who noted "husband": "Hello, I lost my memory, did you know me before?"

After waiting for several minutes, no one answered him.

Do you think he is cheating?

Xin Tang thought for a while, and added another sentence: "I'm not lying, I just want to know if we knew each other before."

Still no one came back.

Xin Tang began to suspect that other people hadn't received his message at all, so he clicked into the chat interface with Ying Huan and sent Ying Huan a message: "Can you see my message?"

"Okay, what's up baby?"

It has been 10 minutes since Ying Huan replied to the message, even so, the other dozen people still haven't replied.

"It's nothing. I just want to see if I can send it out. You can go to work and don't need to reply to me."

Xin Tang went back to the homepage of WeChat, scrolled through it several times in boredom, and finally had to admit the fact—it wasn't that the message couldn't be sent out, but that these people really didn't reply to him.

why?

It's fine if one or two thinks he's a liar, but it doesn't mean that everyone will regard him as a liar, right?

Xin Tang lost his head and couldn't think of an answer. He ran to the bathroom and patted his face with cold water. When he wanted to wipe the water, he found that the bathroom on the first floor was not used very much. There was no paper in the bathroom or even the bathroom inside.

He could only go out like this, took out a piece of paper from the coffee table and quickly wiped off the water on his face. At this moment, Aunt Huang opened the door and walked in.

It didn't snow today, but Aunt Huang was carrying a lot of things, many of which were cake materials for Xin Tang. It seemed that it was not easy, and her back was bent a little.

Xin Tang went up to meet him, "Bring these to me."

"No..." Aunt Huang quickly refused.

But how could Xin Tang watch a middle-aged woman carry a lot of things without doing anything, he still stubbornly took the things from Aunt Huang's right hand.

The hands touched together accidentally, and Aunt Huang, who had just walked through the wind and snow, had warmer hands than Xin Tang's.

Aunt Huang suddenly took her hand back as if she had been scalded.

Xin Tang's face was a bit ugly, "Aunt Huang, am I some kind of scourge? Even touching it makes you feel so uncomfortable?"

"No..." Aunt Huang glanced at Xin Tang's hand, then at the place where she was standing just now, her face turned paler, "I just... I didn't expect your hands to be so cold, Mr. Xiao?"

"You say it is, so it is."

Xin Tang didn't want to say more, he turned around and strode towards the kitchen with a big bag of things.

Anyone who kindly helps but is disgusted like this may not be in a good mood.

Aunt Huang pinched the hem of her clothes with her right hand, glanced at the ground again, took a deep breath, and finally walked towards the kitchen, several meters behind Xin Tang.

Xin Tang took out the things in his pocket and counted them one by one. After reading about halfway, Aunt Huang came in.

"Sir, I will clean up the kitchen. Why don't you go out first and learn how to make cakes after I make lunch?"

Xin Tang held his breath in his heart, and when he heard her words, he purposely said against her: "I want to eat cake at noon today, you can make it, and you don't need a knife, I'll just watch it here."

Aunt Huang nervously pinched a few pockets on her body, but she didn't seem to find what she wanted. She looked a little embarrassed, "It's not good for my stomach to eat only cakes at noon. I'd better cook first."

Such an obvious excuse is not enough for Xin Tang to pretend that he didn't find out.

"I'm not hungry yet."

As he said that, Xin Tang gave up his position directly and motioned for Aunt Huang to come over.

Aunt Huang hesitated, opened and closed her mouth a few times before she said, "Sir, it takes a long time to make the cake, and my daughter-in-law is still waiting for me at home...how about I make it for you tomorrow, okay?"

Another poor excuse, and making cakes is not such a difficult thing!

Xin Tang suddenly felt a little tired, rubbed the center of his brows, and said in a blunt tone: "Why do you always push back what I want you to do? If you don't want to do it so much, I can tell Ying Huan."

"No, little sir, I'm just...just, I'm not ready. I'll come early tomorrow, and I can cook on time after I finish the cake."

Xin Tang didn't want to talk any more, and left the kitchen straight away. He really didn't understand, and Aunt Huang didn't want to get along with him, and she didn't want to resign. She even turned pale when she mentioned that she would be fired.

He really didn't understand what Aunt Huang wanted to do.

Aunt Huang left in a hurry after finishing her lunch, but said hello to Xin Tang, but Xin Tang ignored her.

Xin Tang ate something hastily and felt that he really didn't have any appetite, so he took some snacks and chewed a few mouthfuls.

While eating, he opened WeChat and checked for a while, but still no one replied to him, but he learned to match by shaking without a teacher, but the hell is that he couldn't shake anyone.

Xin Tang searched the Internet and got the answer: If you can't shake it, it means your shake is blocked.

Xin Tang: "..."

Tired, destroy it, hurry up.

From morning to night, nothing was comfortable. Xin Tang was so depressed that he flipped through the software on the tablet aimlessly. The sofa fell asleep.

When Ying Huan came back, he didn't see Xin Tang running to the door as usual and chirping at him about what happened today, raising his eyebrows.

Walking out of the hallway, I saw half a furry head protruding from the edge of the sofa, but it seemed a bit gloomy compared to usual.

He walked over and rubbed the top of his fluffy hair, and when he saw Xin Tang yelling and opening his eyes, he asked softly, "What's the matter? You're depressed."