pure white believer

"After waking up for a long time, patients are immersed in extremely depressed mood."

This is what the doctor wrote about him in his report.

Nan Ting also doesn't quite know why he feels... lost?Or some other unexplainable emotion.All in all, he forgot what he was unhappy about.

He felt that he slept for a long time, but the doctor said that he only slept for ten hours normally because he was too tired.As for why he felt the time was so long——

"It's just a temporary amnesia, a physiological protection mechanism. Or you can understand that he is unwilling to face what he has forgotten." The door of the room was not closed tightly, and he heard the doctor standing at the door saying to another person, " It will get better after a while.”

"Ah."

The short answer sounds like indifference.

"Want to go in and see?"

"No."

It was a very familiar voice, but I couldn't remember where I heard it.

The doctor was right.Nan Ting sat on the bed, looked down at his wrists that were restrained by the white protective gear, and remembered several completely unfamiliar faces that looked at him through the guardrail when he woke up, as if he was facing a big enemy.

He seems to have forgotten something important.

Yao Fan has learned a truth from what happened in the past few days: don't try to give direction to your friends' relationship.

Just one day before, at three o'clock in the morning, he was lying in bed soundly asleep when the fluorescent light above his head suddenly turned on, waking him up from his dream.

He was so startled that he turned over and sat up, and found that the uninvited guest was standing in his room, waking him up in the middle of the night without knocking on the door and showing no guilt, as if he had turned on the light to wake him up instead of dragging him out of bed is the greatest favor.

"What are you doing in the middle of the night...I'll go," Yao Fan yawned in a daze, and he caught a glimpse of blood red in his arms from the corner of his eye, and he woke up instantly, "What's wrong..."

Wen Zhenshen showed up in his room in the middle of the night, and brought Nan Ting, who he hadn't seen for many days, with him.What's more important is that Nan Ting is unconscious at the moment, and there is a large splatter of blood on his body.

It's hard to imagine how much blood shed because of multiple injuries.Yao Fan's first reaction was even...he might be dead.

He scrambled and got off the bed, hurriedly wanting to check the other person's injuries, when he stretched his hand halfway, he suddenly remembered that whoever was injured would leave such a clear bloodstain on his body...

Yao Fan's face darkened, he tried the other person's breathing, and then opened his eyelids to take a look.

"...Fall asleep." He concluded angrily.

Take a deep breath and tell yourself not to...don't dare to be angry.

"I know." Wen Zhen finally said, "But I can't wake him up."

Yao Fan ignored him. "This," he looked down at the blood stains on Nan Ting's body, and belatedly realized that the blood might be human, "couldn't it be your blood...?"

Wen Zhen didn't speak.

"It's so serious." His expression seemed worried, but his gloating tone betrayed Yao Fan, "It's not so exaggerated to break up and quarrel, right? What wicked thing did you do for him to hit you so hard? Wow..."

Wen Zhen waited patiently for him to finish speaking.

"Chi is dead."

Yao Fan: "Hmm... huh??"

His expression suddenly became ugly.

Ten minutes later, Yao Fan stood in the living room fully dressed, hesitatingly flipping through his address book.

Since he was arrested and has been hiding around, the internal communication account he used has not logged in for a long time.

But as if he had expected it long ago, as soon as he went online, a message was sent:

-241: Looks like you already know.

Yao Fan: "..."

Jiang Hang generously stated that she would not blame him for the past with Chi, and he could continue his original research and life, but the exchange was to persuade Nan Ting to put himself under the surveillance of the base.

Nan Ting will not wake up in a short time.Only one person can negotiate this matter with him.

Yao Fan: "..."

He put down his phone, turned around, and smiled at Wen Zhen.

Yao Fan originally thought that he was risking his life to talk about it, and finally persuaded Wen Zhen to place Nan Ting, who was not in good condition, in the laboratory building of the research institute, which was already the greatest misfortune in his life.It wasn't until after Nan Ting woke up that he looked around in confusion and asked him "Who are you?" that he realized the seriousness of the problem again.

Yao Fan: "?"

Nan Ting blinked.

"Are you a doctor?"

He flicked his gaze over his wrist.It wears a white armor, and is connected to the head of the bed by a delicate and beautiful chain. It may be that its designer tried hard to make it appear as an ornament rather than a means of restricting freedom.

Yao Fan took a step back: "Haha, hello, that... I... am."

Nan Ting responded with a vague understanding.Yao Fan thought that he would have doubts about his situation, but he didn't seem to care why he was restrained and closed his hands in the room. He just looked over the fence beside the bed and looked behind Yao Fan.

As if waiting for someone else to arrive.

Yao Fan glanced back a little nervously, and found that Wen Zhen was leaning against the wall at the corner of the corridor with his arms folded, and he had no intention of coming over for the time being.

No one spoke.After a stalemate like this for a minute or two, Nan Ting finally moved.He seemed a little disappointed, looked away, and lay down again.

Yao Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought that he would not encounter any more troubles in a short time, at least Nan Ting did not show too many mood swings after waking up.But on the second night, he found out that he was wrong again - the protective gear and fence were violently dismantled, and the monitoring device was missing - the room was empty.

Before his heart stopped beating and he pouted, Yao Fan ran back and forth ten times in the entire laboratory building, and finally found Nan Ting in the garden downstairs in the dark who was dazed by the pool.

He didn't dare to act rashly, because according to his observation of Nan Ting yesterday, Nan Ting seemed to have been stimulated by some kind of stimulation and lost most of his memory. At least he couldn't recognize anyone present at that time, and he didn't know who he was Who and why are you here.But there was one thing he still remembered, and that was his own name.

It's not the serial number in the base, or any other name, it's just his own name.

Yao Fan remembers the transliteration of the two human languages ​​of "Nanting" very clearly. Wen Zhen asked him for the meaning before choosing it.

Yao Fan didn't know what happened before that day.As far as he knew, Chi died, and Jiang Hang took over all the power from him, but he had no idea what happened on the scene.When asked about Wen Zhen, this person would only innocently say that he did nothing, was just watching from the sidelines, and he obviously didn't care who took care of the base, after all, he didn't have the slightest feeling for it.

That's why he didn't dare to move around, because he wasn't sure whether Nan Ting's current mood was stable or not—it wasn't until two days ago that he asked Wen Zhen about the brief history of "477" and the rumor of Chi Heng's corpse in the wilderness. Shocked, she made up her mind never to provoke the couple from now on.

While Yao Fan was still trembling in place, he heard footsteps not far away.Startled, he looked up, only to see a familiar figure walking over there.

Wen Zhen sat down on the bench by the pool.

Nan Ting turned his head immediately.He seemed to be looking at each other carefully.

After waking up, Nan Ting didn't speak much, and he didn't speak first at this moment, but he became quiet obviously, and stopped tapping the ground with his toes.

The wind blew for a while, taking more warmth from the skin.

Wen Zhen stood up from the bench again.He walked over and held out his hand to Nan Ting.

Then Yao Fan watched as Nan Ting grabbed his hand, stood up from the ground with strength, and was led obediently back to the laboratory building.

Yao Fan: "..."

"Happy, lucky, he still remembers you." Thanks to the patient, Yao Fan was a bit uneasy to speak after being outside in the cold wind for most of the day.

After a pause, he added, "But he seems to only remember you."

Wen Zhen didn't answer.He stared at the sleeping person in the room through the one-way glass window.

Yao Fan is used to talking by himself and no one listens.

"...In short, you don't have to worry too much." He added as if looking for something to say.

"I'm not worried."

Wen Zhen spoke suddenly.He didn't look back, still looking towards the room.

"?" Yao Fan glanced at him, "Then what are you doing now?"

"I hope he never remembers."

Yao Fan trembled reflexively.

He couldn't help but take two steps away to look at the other person's expression, but found that the other person's expression didn't change, as if he said something casually.

...The tone is very familiar.No, it's not so much familiarity, it's better to say that the other party often speaks so lightly and surprisingly.

So much so that now he can still remember more than ten years ago, when the other party absent-mindedly filled out the answers on the homework, while saying something similar to "it would be nice if they died".

Yao Fan vaguely felt that he was obliged to stop the other party before things went to the point of no return, so he took two steps back and looked Wen Zhen up and down: "You... Seriously?"

no answer.

Yao Fan became vigilant: "Well, I warn you, you'd better not have any thoughts of violating human rights...Although he is not in good condition now, you can't take advantage of others, right...Look at the good things you did before, right? , if you collected your extravagance from the very beginning, you wouldn’t let people run outside in the winter, and what happened later wouldn’t happen, right… I think he’s always liked you, even if he Maybe I wanted to kill you at the beginning, but it didn’t seem like I was pretending at the beginning, can’t I just talk about it at the beginning..."

Wen Zhen glanced at him a little puzzled.

"Fake," he said, "you can imagine."

"..." Yao Fan was categorical, "I would be an idiot if I cared about your affairs any more."

Nanting's depression lasted until the third day.

Her bodily functions were all normal, and she showed no signs of injury, nor did she raise any objections to being locked up here.

But he still doesn't speak much, and most of the time he sits on the bed indifferently, reading his book quietly.

At first he didn't even read books.The books were sent by the base, and their newly appointed chief seemed to be very concerned about Nan Ting, and sent a few books that were said to be Nan Ting's favorite books since he was a child.But Nan Ting just rolled his eyes twice, without even turning over the title page, and obviously lost interest.

Finally, Wen Zhen brought a new book.

The cover of the book is pink.Yao Fan took a copy out of curiosity, and when he saw the words on the cover, he almost choked to death: "Didn't you say go home and see what books are there?"

Wen Zhen nodded.

Yao Fan held up the cover with the words "xx beautiful wife" printed in huge golden cursive fonts in front of him: "This, that is, your book at home?"

"Yes."

"You still watch this?"

"something wrong?"

Yao Fan: "..."

Nan Ting took the book, turned two pages curiously, and paused for a moment.

Then, with a light flip, the pages of the book were flipped over, and it turned to the page with the bookmark in it.

Yao Fan: "..."

The corner of his mouth twitched strangely, turned his head with difficulty, and said, "Usually...you show him this kind of stuff, ah."

In the following time, Jiang Hang also came once, dragging his heavy work and injured body.When she came, she brought several adjutants with her, and everyone looked a little nervous, for fear that Jiang Hang's appearance would stimulate him and make him do some irrational actions.

But when Nan Ting saw her, he just frowned, and continued to read his third-rate novels.Yao Fan said that he looked a little uneasy, so Wen Zhen sat with him for a while, and he calmed down again.

Before Jiang Hang left, he also glanced curiously at the page in Nan Ting's hand, and regretted after reading two lines.

She withdrew from the room, glanced at Wen Zhen outside the room, thoughtful.

"You don't even remember who you are..." Jiang Hang said slowly, "I can't do it."

"He really likes you."

Wen Zhen was noncommittal.

"However, to be honest-don't take it to heart." Jiang Hang continued, "Sometimes you give me a feeling that you don't like him that much."

Wen Zhen was not angry either.

"is it?"

"But sometimes I feel that I am surprised that you can like someone." Jiang Hang paused, as if he was observing Wen Zhen's expression, "After all, for a mental patient like you..."

She consciously chose the most appropriate statement.Compared with the rhetoric of the outside world, this description is already considered pertinent and polite.

"It's okay." Wen Zhen seemed to smile politely, "You can really think that I'm not mentally normal."

Jiang Hang shrugged.

"So, I haven't had a chance to ask before, can I interview you why you like him?" she said, "I'm really curious."

"Then what about you?" Wen Zhen asked back, "Why are you so concerned about his affairs?"

Jiang Hang said "Oh" in his heart, thinking, here comes, possessiveness.

"Anyway, I grew up watching the little mermaid. You may think I'm hypocritical, but as a woman without children, sometimes I do have an incomprehensible emotion towards him... close to maternal love ’ she said, “It’s hard to understand, isn’t it?”

Wen Zhen smiled: "Indeed."

Jiang Hang: "..."

Jiang Hang: "I don't think there is unconditional love in this world."

She paused, and for a moment, she felt that she had a lot of emotions that she wanted to express violently.She wants to say that there is no love in this world that is not mixed with interests, even if you hear it, you can't escape it-for a person like you who can watch your blood-related relatives die in front of you and can be indifferent, talk about " "Love" is ridiculous-do you want to say love, do you love him?Loving someone who hasn't met a few times but has murderous intentions towards you - no, you just don't have the means to deal with him, so you preemptively use his feelings to tame him - how well I know you As a human being, you are like your dead brother who was spurned by you, you are both cold-blooded and heartless animals.

But when his eyes touched the face of the other party, he hesitated again.

Jiang Hang opened his mouth, but he didn't say those words after all.She also realized sadly whether these thoughts she had were due to some empathy of her own.

"Really." Wen Zhen said.

He suddenly raised his hand, as if by magic, covering half of his face.When the palm passed across the face, the other half of the face exposed had completely changed into another person's appearance: blonde hair, blue eyes, staring at her sharply.

"Ah... yes." Jiang Hang wanted to take a step back from that look, or until now, she still can't accept that the consultant and the person in front of her are the same person, "Although I don't know the exact time, But you met at the base. You mean, since then, you...?"

When the hand was put down again, Wen Zhen had already returned to his original appearance.There was a cold mockery on his face.

"I want to say, there is." He said, "the unconditional love in your mouth."

Although Nan Ting was quiet most of the time, Yao Fan insisted that he was depressed.And he still couldn't remember who Yao Fan was, and he couldn't even remember who he was, only his own name.

After repeated questioning about what happened before this, Yao Fan suggested, "You should find him a psychiatrist."

Wen Zhen was obviously too lazy to talk to him.

This is a bad decision.Yao Fan recruited his college classmates from nowhere with great fanfare. He claims to be a leader in the field of psychology, and his research scope covers all creatures other than humans.

The psychiatrist nodded to Yao Fan seriously, and shook hands with Wen Zhen.He had obviously heard of this name a long time ago, and today was probably the first time he had been in close contact with him, so he unconsciously shifted his gaze when shaking hands, and couldn't help but sneak a glance up, as if he was afraid of the other party's sudden force It's like crushing your own finger bones.

This is the first time a psychologist has been invited to such a confidential place as the Institute.Hearing that the senior management of the Alien Management Association also attached great importance to this patient, he faintly felt that his opportunity for promotion was close at hand, so he couldn't help but clenched his fists.

Suppressing the curiosity and joy in his heart, he cautiously opened the door of the ward.

It is not in line with professional habits, the first impression the patient gives him is that he is beautiful-the psychiatrist has seen many cases, but he has never seen such a beautiful creature, which will attract all your attention from the first second you see him attention.It wasn't until two seconds later that he came back to his senses, and continued to walk in, and for some reason, he was inexplicably aghast.

The doctor sat down two meters away from Nanting.

He first noticed the book Nan Ting was flipping through, and decided to simply understand the patient's personality through the other person's preferences.When he saw the golden book title on the cover, the corner of his mouth twitched—isn't this the kind of thing that only eleven or twelve-year-old girls love to read.

So he made a silent note in his heart: he may be yearning for a romantic relationship.

Keeping the most gentle tone, the doctor said cautiously: "Hello."

Nan Ting looked up at him, and politely introduced himself: "Hi, I'm Nan Ting."

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief.The other party cooperated a lot more than expected.

In order not to make the words appear too abrupt, he tried to start with the other party's interest: "What... are you reading?"

……

Ten minutes later, the doctor opened and closed the door with a blank expression.

"I asked him why he was unhappy. He told me..." He summarized Yao Fan in this way, trying to control the twitching of the corner of his mouth, because there was a person with a bad face looking at him next to him, "He told me that he secretly After reading the finale of the novel, I found that the main character is dead, and I feel sorry for her."

"..."

The doctor left with a painful expression on his face.Yao Fan took the medical record and turned it upside down on his face.

Wen Zhen looked very relaxed.

"That's a good thing, isn't it?" he said.

Yao Fan really didn't understand what nonsense he was talking about again.

Nan Ting was locked in the laboratory building for two weeks, during which he only ran around once, and did nothing else.He was not injured, and the temporary amnesia was slowly recovering. He said to Yao Fan, "I probably met you before," and Yao Fan felt that Jiang Hang had no reason to keep him here anymore.

Jiang Hang considered it for two hours and agreed.

But she immediately put forward new conditions.

After returning from the base, Yao Fan had an extra black bracelet in his hand.

"Anyway, he doesn't know what it is, you can just put it on for him." He persuaded, "It's not a big problem, it's better than being locked up here all the time..."

Regarding Jiang Hang's backlash, Wen Zhen seemed to have expected it, and was not as angry as Yao Fan imagined.

He just stood there impassive.

Yao Fan started to have a headache.He thought over and over that this matter had nothing to do with him, why he was the one who worried the most in the end, and both parties seemed to be fine.

Holding the bracelet and looking left and right, Yao Fan became more and more puzzled. After all, what puzzled him the most these days was not Nan Ting's strange situation, nor the cause of Chi's death, but——

"Do you know why I agreed with you to take him?"

Wen Zhen asked suddenly.

"..." Yao Fan reasonably doubted whether the other party could read minds.

——It was Wen Zhen's attitude, which seemed strange from the very beginning.

What a freewheeling person this is, and it is obvious to all that he hates Jiang Hang. Yao Fan didn't have any hope of being able to convince him at first.

If he is really unwilling, he can take people away at any time, instead of being deadlocked over whether to wear a monitoring bracelet for Nan Ting like he is now.

"I've been wondering for a long time." Yao Fan hugged his arms, "Why on earth would you compromise with her, with someone like 241?"

compromise.This is a word that is extremely unsuitable for him.

Wen Zhen didn't answer.His gaze lowered slightly and landed on the black bracelet.

"You are wrong." Wen Zhen said.

He finally took the bracelet from Yao Fan, pushed open the door, and walked in.

Yao Fan held his hands empty and stood there in bewilderment.

Wen Zhen stood in the room with a complicated mood.

It was an almost miraculous experience, for he had so few moments of hesitation in his life.This word should not have been written in his life dictionary.

He seldom even bothered to make choices, and almost all the most tangled moments in his daily life were dedicated to the kitchen.

Whatever you want to do, just do it.

But at this moment, he finally stopped.before choosing.

"Nanting." Wen Zhen called the other party's name.

Before that, Nan Ting had been looking at him, as if waiting for him to speak.

"You can go home now." Wen Zhen sat down, carefully considering his words, "Any plans?"

Nan Ting let out an "ah" and put down the book in his hand.He finally stopped reading those messy love stories, because most of them had bad endings, and the more he read them, the more unhappy he became. Finally, he picked and picked and turned to his previous books.

Wen Zhen's eyes fell on those pages, and he noticed that there were traces of notes on them.But a closer look reveals that those are not notes, but rather boring essays, written by a person who cannot speak and treats the pages of a book as a confidant.

-I read his diary...he is such a strange man.I'm not sure if I could get along with him back then.

-The weather is very hot, so I can only stay at the bottom of the water every day.But underwater is boring.

- I really hope he can die in my hands sooner.Even now that I haven't set off, I can't help but think about it every day.

- The new breeder is scared of me.I don't understand why the breeder does this.

- It's weird looking at another person's diary.If this person read my diary one day, what kind of person would he think I am?

……

Nan Ting noticed his gaze.He held up the page in his hand and said, "Are you reading this?"

"It seems like I wrote it myself. But I forget when I wrote these things." He said, a little confused, "Do you know who this 'he' is?"

Wen Zhen: "It's me."

Nan Ting: "..."

Nan Ting: "Really?"

He looked at his "diaries" again, and his eyes flicked over the word "death" repeatedly, as if he was questioning its authenticity.

"Really." Wen Zhen said, "Let's not talk about this first, okay?"

So Nan Ting obediently put down the book.

"You said I could go home," he said.

"Ah."

Nan Ting's gaze wandered for a moment.He opened his mouth: "You...won't you go back with me?"

Wen Zhen was stunned.

"Yes." After a moment, he said.

Nan Ting did not speak immediately.He looked at the book in his hand, thought for a while, and finally asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

"Why do you think so."

"Because I remembered one thing." Nan Ting said, "I remember that I wanted to kill you very much. It was also written in my diary. But I can't remember why."

Besides, I don't want to do it at all.he thought silently.

"Is it because of this? That's why I live here now."

Wen Zhen: "It has nothing to do with this."

Nan Ting still looked at him hesitantly: "Then don't you hate me?"

"?"

"Because I wanted to..."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Zhen interrupted him.

"No," he said, "I like you."

Nan Ting opened his eyes slightly.

After a long time, he said "oh", and turned his head suspiciously.At this moment, Nan Ting was very grateful for his long hair that could cover his face and the mermaid's ears with less blood vessels. At least it would not betray its blush now.

Wen Zhen's expression relaxed a little.He smiled, then pulled the other's hand over, and put the bracelet on Nan Ting's hand.

Nan Ting: "...What is this?"

"You can choose to wear it or not," Wen Zhen said.

Yao Fan who eavesdropped at the door: "..."

Feelings I said so much just now, this guy didn't listen to a single word.

Nan Ting stared at the black bracelet, as if some memories had been brought back.

"Is it used to spy on me...?" He said to himself, stretching out his hand, and actually wanted to put on the bracelet like this.

Wen Zhen: "..."

He pressed the other person's hand and explained patiently: "You can choose not to wear it."

"Then I can't leave here." Nan Ting was puzzled.

"No, you can." Wen Zhen said softly, "You can go wherever you want. No one will stop you."

Nan Ting was lost in thought.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand and lightly touched the fence.So for the second time this month the fence has broken in half.

"Like this—that's why they're all afraid of me." Nan Ting said without a trace, "Doctor, your friend, oh, and that woman who came here."

He couldn't recall 241's name for the time being.Probably it was a memory that wasn't good enough for him.

"That's their own problem."

"Actually, I can understand them." Nan Ting tilted his head, "Probably because he thinks I'm a dangerous person."

He drew his hand back.

Wen Zhen: "...Are you sure?"

"En." Nan Ting nodded seriously.

He also wanted to say that he didn't really care about these things, he just wanted to be with... But when the words came to his lips, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and he was reluctant to speak again.

"Think carefully. Then you will live under my surveillance from now on."

After speaking, Wen Zhen carefully observed Nan Ting's reaction.

He has even thought of several different sets of rhetoric in his heart, about the other party will lose his freedom forever.

Nan Ting: "Oh."

Weirdly, his expression jumped a little.

"..." Wen Zhen, "You don't have any ideas?"

Nan Ting thought for a while and asked, "Do I have to wear it all the time?"

"When you're not wearing it, you have to be with me."

Wen Zhen explained to him again: "You can also throw it away now. Or any day."

Nan Ting didn't have much reaction. "I see." Compared to this, he seemed to care more about when he could leave, so he tentatively asked, "Then, after you get out from here, can you hang out with me?"

——as if he didn't care what his choice meant at all.

Wen Zhen: "..."

Forget it.

"...If you want to go, you can do it tomorrow."

He stood up, watched Nan Ting leave the book behind and happily followed, and suddenly thought that for Nan Ting, there would never be another close person in his life—whether it was a friend , or anything else, there will be no more.

"So, you have been procrastinating just now, are you nervous?" Yao Fan looked at Wen Zhen incredulously, "Are you nervous? Scared? Don't dare to face it?"

Wen Zhen was very calm: "I'm afraid of being rejected."

"Are you afraid of this?" Yao Fan looked at him suspiciously, "According to your usual style, isn't it your family who said you don't want to wear this kind of thing, so you immediately threw it downstairs?"

"No." Wen Zhen said.

He glanced back.Nan Ting was sticking his head out of the window of the passenger seat, looking curiously at this side.

"I'm afraid he will reject me."

he said softly.

"..."

When the car drove away, Yao Fan felt a little funny, and said to himself: "It turns out that this kind of person also has times of fear. It's really rare."

Nan Ting seemed very happy at first, but then quieted down.He fell asleep leaning against the trembling window, on the way home.

Wen Zhen stared at the road ahead.

It is a compromise.he thinks.

If it were her former self, she would never allow Jiang Hang to make such an overreaching request. Jiang Hang himself probably understands this, and understands that she will never be able to control such a complete betrayer like him, so she has never been complacent. He proposed to put Wen Zhen under the surveillance of the base.

But this woman was far less harmless than she appeared on the surface—so she handed the bracelet that imprisoned freedom to Nan Ting.

So he compromised.Towards Nanting.

-

For some unknown reason, Wen Zhen has recently been living in a house inside the base that once belonged to a consultant.It wasn't until Nanting suddenly recalled that beautiful and weird glass room one day that he explained: "I can't live on the island all the time, it's very inconvenient."

It was only then that Nan Ting understood that inconvenience meant that it was inconvenient to take him out.

Keeping his promise, Wen Zhen took Nan Ting, who had "just been released from prison", out the next day.

For the surveillance bracelet, Wen Zhen seemed to be more dissatisfied than Nan Ting himself who was wearing the bracelet. Before he left, he insisted on covering the bracelet with his sleeve so that he would not be out of sight and out of mind.Nan Ting really didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Compared to being wary of a lot of strange people every day, he felt that it was not bad for him to be watched by this person he had a crush on every day.

Although he has forgotten most of the things and the specific relationship between himself and the other party, the doctor said that this is only a temporary manifestation, and as long as there are signs of recovery, he will recover soon.

Nan Ting even felt that when he fully remembered the past, maybe he would thank himself for making the decision now.The doctor said he had forgotten a lot of unpleasant things.Perhaps at that time he was suffering from some choices.Now that he has lost those memories, all the choices he makes now are guided by his heart.

Walking on the familiar street, Nan Ting slowly remembered something.Some scattered memory fragments about life in the base began to be pieced together gradually, but no matter what, it was difficult for Nan Ting to find Wen Zhen among them.

So he asked, "How long have we known each other?"

Wen Zhen: "..."

The feeling of this relationship zeroing in is a bit of a nuance, somewhere between fresh and unpleasant.

"Officially, half a year." He replied.

Nan Ting was a little surprised and couldn't help but stop.He always thought that he had known the other party for a long time, so he would have a complete sense of trust the moment he saw the other party.

"What's wrong." Wen Zhen said amusedly, "Suddenly feel that you shouldn't trust me so much?"

been seen through.

Nan Ting hesitated for a moment.He tried to sound less assertive, but sounded more like he was convincing himself: "I think you're a good guy."

Wen Zhen: "..."

This is probably the only person in the world who will send him a good card.

"What if not?"

Nan Ting was questioned.

"Then..." He tentatively changed his words, "What will you do to me?"

"I don't know too well myself." Wen Zhen smiled slightly, "But it's probably not a good thing."

Nan Ting: "?"

They walk through the residential area of ​​the base.The area of ​​this place is very large, almost as large as a residential area in the urban area of ​​a small city.The usually bustling place has become very deserted now, it's not that no one lives there, it's just that now everyone is in danger, and almost no one will go out for a stroll without incident.

Even though Wen Zhen had already put on a mask when he went out, and his clothes were not too eye-catching, he still made passers-by turn their heads and look sideways.Half of the people were carefully identifying his figure, while the other half were looking at Nan Ting behind him.Nan Ting was uncomfortable seeing them, he asked in a low voice, "Do I know them?"

"do not know."

"Then why do they keep looking at me?"

"Maybe I want to get to know you." Wen Zhen said casually, "Would you like to say hello?"

Nan Ting looked at them dubiously.When passing by a man standing on the side of the road waiting for a bus, he noticed that the other man was staring at him, so he smiled politely at him and said, "Hello."

man:"……?"

He was a little embarrassed for a while