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"Can't say that either."

Zhao Chuhe drew a parabola in his notebook: "Assuming that Ruan Tang is A and Xia Zhizhu is B, and A and B have always coexisted well, then one more C is not a big problem."

There was another person on the opposite sofa, Xi Zhao corrected: "It's V."

Zhao Chuhe pretended not to hear: "Then one more V is fine."

Xi Zhao frowned: "Isn't this... a split?"

Zhao Chuhe coughed lightly, and asked instead of answering, "Will V talk to A? Are they like two completely different people?"

Xi Zhao shook his head.

"Then A and B, B and V?"

Xi Zhao still shook his head.

Zhao Chuhe nodded: "No matter what the letter is, it's just a name, not a clone, Ruan Tang, Xia Zhizhu, V..."

He looked at Xi Zhao and seriously concluded: "They are one person."

It's a very clear and simple fact, but Xi Zhao's concern is chaotic, and he even thought of it at the level of schizophrenia before.

But Zhao Chuhe's next sentence immediately made Xi Zhao, who was originally relieved, raise his head expressionlessly again.

"He has hypermemory, right..." Zhao Chuhe weakly and innocently picked up the pillow and put it in front of him, "Don't look at me like that, Mr. Xi, it was Xiao Zhuzi who told me, 'Little Zhuzi' It was Xiao Zhuzi who said that I could call him that, I would not send Xiao Zhuzi to some mysterious institution for research just to write an SCI paper, I never thought about it at all, really, you have to believe me!"

Well, some mental pollution from a psychiatrist.

Xi Zhao closed his eyes and pressed his temples hard.

"So do you know why he would come over to drink my milk tea? Unfortunately, it's not because my black tea is from India, of course they are really good... ok! He promised to come over with the milk tea ingredients and my own personality Charm has nothing to do with it."

After 5 minutes of nonsensical nonsense, Zhao Chuhe finally straightened up and cut to the point: "Mr. Xia said that the director gave him my business card during filming, and he contacted 'me' for help once when he was worried about the role and self-positioning. The contact information on the business card is completely fine, but I have not received a similar call for help, and this morning after he answered the call from me, he also unexpectedly discovered that the 'Dr. The voice line is very different."

Then it became obvious that the completely wrong person gave Xia Zhizhu very wrong guidance.

If Xia Zhizhu was an ordinary person, then the temptation to drag him to a dead end this time might not be a big deal, but his unique hypermemory has largely become a weapon for the other party to help and help others. He deepened the aftershock effect of that "guide" time and time again, and finally last night, successfully trapped Xia Zhizhu in the dead loop in the early morning of September [-]th.

Xi Zhao seemed to be frozen by this completely unexpected answer, motionless, and behind him, outside the frosted glass door, was also sitting quietly at the moment a dumb bamboo like a plant statue.

Autumn is cooling down, especially at this moment.

Outside the door, a loyal Doberman pinscher is quietly guarding his other owner instead of the owner. The curvaceous head of the hound is resting on the slender and powerful front paws, and the dark eyes are accidentally and should have been strangled under its teeth. Soft and docile as its prey.

Xi Zhao suddenly couldn't say a word.

Ever since he was in Lincheng, he could only see Xia Zhizhu's relaxed and happy smile in front of him without any false meaning, but he didn't see at all that he was always wearing a prison uniform in his heart, and he was always in the play A very long shot was taken outside.

he feels very...

"But you don't have to worry."

Zhao Chuhe snapped his fingers completely silently in front of the ecstatic move: "He left a safety lock in his mind——D, didn't he always know ds, that, uh, what's behind it, The memory of your letter circle is really amazing... In short, he always knew that his netizen was you, right?"

He has always known, and unexpectedly has been pretending not to know, if not for sleepwalking unconsciousness last night, Xia Zhizhu might never have shown his understanding of "Xi Zhao = D" first.

And when Zhao Chuhe asked about this, Xia Zhizhu's answer was just an understatement, "Xi Zhao is not very good at disguising such things."

Amazing, amazing.

"When did he know, you can ask yourself, but I asked him why he kept pretending not to know, do you know how he answered me?"

The proposition about "know or not" was turned into a tongue twister by Zhao Chuhe, Xi Zhao still did not speak, but Zhao Chuhe had already bent his eyes: "He has the same reason as you, Mr. Xi."

"I want to protect Xi Zhao."

Xia Zhizhu embarrassedly pinched the bear pillow specially prepared for him by the psychiatrist.

"Although I may be a little overwhelmed...Okay, thank you, I will be more confident. I don't know if you know that my contact with Xi Zhao started with an agreement, but it is not so much to agree to his request as to say that I selfishness is greater."

Xia Zhizhu seemed to be trapped in the memories of the past few months. He remembered the anxiety when he stood next to Xi Zhao in the elevator, the children and band in Yuejiang Huating under the moonlit night, the birthday cake on the top floor of Xingyan and Wancheng. The sun and rain... He can recall all the memories with great clarity at any time and revisit the details. Naturally, during the replay, he can find that Xi Zhao's many slips of the tongue and Miss Lily's almost explicit hints are reminding him of something.

D is special.

Whether it's Ruan Tang, Tang Tang, or Xia Zhizhu, he can always appear at the right moment when he needs it most.

Frankly speaking, Xia Zhizhu was not surprised at all when he realized that Xi Zhao and D were the same person, and even had the idea that this should be the case.

He has no time to think about the proposition "if D has someone else", and this can also be applied to Xi Zhao's answer to Ruan Tang/Tang Tang/Xia Zhizhu/V.

They were originally one person, even if they missed [-] billion years, they could still recognize each other without hesitation with unfamiliar faces.

And Xia Zhizhu also wanted to do something for Xi Zhao.

Even if it's insignificant, even if he doesn't need it, it doesn't affect Xia Zhizhu's love for him, right?

"Mr. Xi." Zhao Chuhe said.

"Your lover, he is stronger than you imagined, and loves you more."

What about you?

Zhao Chuhe's consultation room is in the old concession area of ​​Jiangcheng, and the independent small western-style buildings are connected one after another by red brick walls.Although it's autumn, the green vines haven't yet withered and withered, and they are still working hard in September to show off the last vitality of this year.

Xi Zhao was still chatting with Dr. Zhao at the moment, and the nurse had just told Xia Zhizhu that he could go outside to bask in the sun first.

The sun is rarely bright outside this afternoon, and there are children running happily shouting slogans on the side of the street.

One or two.

One or two.

One or two.

Running and crashing into Xia Zhizhu's arms holding Lily for a walk.

The child's smile was very sweet, his eyes were bent like two moons when he raised his head, and his tone of apology was as clear as eating crispy watermelon just now.

Like the boy Tsuji met at the temple fair.

Xia Zhizhu helped him up, and waved goodbye to the boys under the fence.

When walking out of the alley, Xia Zhizhu touched his pocket, and even took out an extra note from it without accident.

In this world, Xia Zhizhu has two mothers.

Ruan Mi gave him life, and Yoko taught him to be an adult.

But he doesn't seem to have ever had a mother.

When he was young, he started Meng late. Before Ruan Mi left, he seemed to have not learned how to speak. Later, when he had Yoko, Ruan Tang was useless. It was only when he left Natsume’s house that he mustered up his courage and called out to him in a very, very low voice, "Mom ".

All things do not worry about few but unevenness, and everything includes mothers.

It was not long before that that Xia Zhizhu found out that the titles of honor and inferiority in China gave him another "mother" in name.

According to the address on the note, Xia Zhizhu and Lily took a taxi to a gate in the suburbs.

He didn't have much equipment when he went out today, and at the moment, he only had a mask barely covering his palm-sized face.On the way here, Xia Zhizhu was very obedient and also very unobedient, and sent a text message to Xi Zhao, whose phone was on mute, to leave for a while.

Some things may need to be faced by himself, but fortunately, he has more than himself.

Xia Zhizhu looked down at Lily who just turned ten years old a few days ago, she was still so gentle and dependable.

But what are the days?Is it one day or three days?Can't remember again.

Xia Zhizhu knelt down and hugged the big dog's head, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry for remembering your birthday wrongly, thank you for being with me."

Lily also rubbed against him, whining softly.

Whether it's saying it's okay, you're welcome, or you smell good, we humans don't over-interpret it, but the moment Xia Zhizhu closed his eyes, he couldn't help but interpret the peace of mind that Xi Zhao can give.

Brave bamboo, not afraid of difficulties.

The environment of the nursing home is very good. It can be seen that the yard is full of plants with different scenery throughout the year.Dogs cannot enter the building, Xia Zhizhu left Lily in the yard to catch the last wave of butterflies this year.

The staff here seem to have lived here for a long time, and they don't care much about the outside news. When Xia Zhizhu was registering as a visitor, no one paid attention to his signature.

The corridor here is also very bright, the walls are painted with creamy yellow warm paint, and different styles of carvings can be seen, which is very interesting. Xia Zhizhu is still thinking, he can take a photo later and show it to Xi Zhao when he goes back.

But when he walked to the door of the destination, the screen of the mobile phone lit up, and the exclusive ringtone belonging to someone suddenly broke the silence here—fortunately, the sound insulation effect was very good, and Wei Mingxi, who was busy pouring water in the room, Didn't hear anything.

I don't remember how I picked up the phone and held it to my ear to answer the call.

Xia Zhizhu looked at the two thin figures with their backs facing her in the ward across the window, and listened to Xi Zhao on the other end of the call, as gentle as if he was telling a lie.

"Xia Zhizhu, your aunt, she is still alive."