Calculation rules for second-hand goods and second-hand forces

The date is set back to May 2010, 5.

He actually woke up very early, just too lazy to move.

But I couldn't sleep anymore.

If there is a guy next to you who is as gifted as a pig, can make long and short purrs from the mouth and nasal cavity, and maintains an extremely stable frequency at all times, I believe you can understand.

Look at the alarm clock by the bed: 5:34.

The sky outside the window has already turned white.The light in the room hardly needs to pull the lamp.

Get up, stretch, get out of bed.

In retaliation, I made the loudest noises in all actions: pounding the bed, coughing, kicking the stool...Unfortunately, only a few innocent little cockroaches in the corner were disturbed...

The one on the bed still maintained the grunt of a live pig and the stability of a dead pig.

"Pig." Cursed bitterly, habitually looking for a razor.

After fumbling for a long time in the bag next to the bed, I took out a handful.When I got it in my hand, I saw that it was the kind of manual blade installation. I was stunned: Shouldn’t it be fully automatic?

Don't care so much, go to the bathroom and start in front of the mirror.

Looking at the upright face with dark circles in the mirror, I couldn't help being startled: Why...

Facing the mirror, he touched that face in doubt.

The eyes are narrow and long, the nose is high, the lips are thin, and the cheeks are slightly thinner.

Strictly speaking, he looks pretty good.

However, why is there something strange?

Unable to speak……

As if it wasn't his own face.

Yes, it looks very face-to-face.

is strange.

Obviously it was his own face.But everything feels strange.It's like watching those people in martial arts novels put on human skin masks.

Don't you live in modern times?

Scratching your face, it hurts.

Didn't get enough sleep... yawned, pulled the corners of his mouth into a smile, and moved his hands while holding the razor.

"Zi-Zi-Zi--" the sound of the razor across the face.

The foam on the face in the mirror was pushed around by the razor.

The frame of the mirror is a slightly faded pink.

Why did I pick the pink frame in the first place?

Incredible!

Look at this bathroom again, everything is obviously not in line with my taste.

Broken, dirty, old.

This toothbrush, in particular, looks like a hotel disposable toothbrush.

There is still a line of small characters printed on it?

Pick up the toothbrush in the empty left hand and look: "Chongwen Samsung Hotel..."

My chaotic mind froze for a moment: Damn, it really is in a hotel.No wonder I always feel weird, it turns out I'm living in a hotel now...

Huh, wait.

hostel? ?

Why am I in a hotel?

Throwing down the toothbrush and looking around the room for a week, I couldn't come back to my senses for a long time: when did I come, and I didn't have any impression.

A chill slowly sinks from the forehead, all the way to the elbow, and the hands are numb: something is wrong, something is wrong.There must be something wrong, but I can't tell...

There was a sudden violent impact on the back of Zhengsi's elbow, and before he could react, there was already a sharp pain on his face, and he looked in the mirror: a red streak of blood rushed out...

The impact brought a razor to my cheek!

Looking back, the original servant was looking at him in horror with his belt on his face.

Fuck! Bad luck.Not caring so much, hemostasis is the most important thing, so he glanced at that guy and immediately went back to the room to find a band-aid.

I couldn't find it for a while, so I had to sit by the bed and take a tissue to stop the bleeding for a while.

With the pain on the face, the brain gradually became clear: I knew something was wrong!

I have no idea about this place!

How did you get here?

Why are you here?

travel?On business trip?

Glancing at the traces of the two people sleeping on the double bed, I felt another chill: And, the most important point!Who is this person who slept in the same bed with him overnight?

The nose and eyes didn't feel familiar at all.

Knocking on the forehead, could it be early dementia?

Etc., etc.clam down.

I’ve heard of hypnotism or hallucinogens before — anyway, it’s not a righteous thing, it can hypnotize people’s minds and let the hypnotized person be controlled to do something, but the hypnotized person When you wake up, you will forget everything that happened during the period.

Is this the case?

This idea popped up for a while, and I immediately scoffed at myself: Sure enough, idiot movies have been watched too much.

Or did he have sex with someone in a daze with a hangover last night?

A burst of cold...

two men!

Reflexively lowered his head and checked his pants, he was relieved to find no suspicious traces.

That's the bottom...

I beat my head desperately, but still couldn't remember anything, and found a big lump on the back of my head, which was quite --- painful.

Forget it, let's get out of here first, go home and tidy up.

He squinted at the small door of the bathroom that was ajar: he didn't know that person anyway.leave!

Standing up to pull the door, the index finger just touched the handle but retracted as if being shocked by an electric shock. At that moment, I felt my feet go limp: Damn, I even forgot where my home is!

It took him a full three minutes to sit back on the bed before he recovered.

During those 3 minutes, only three words floated back and forth in his mind:

Who am I who am I who am I who I am who I am who I am...

Who am I?

Could it be that he is the protagonist in some pulp novel?

What amnesia does the cliché play?

sorrow!

So fucking sad!

I am dreaming!

After thinking about it, he picked up the razor that was thrown aside and slashed fiercely on his hand----

The warm blood slid across the back of the hand, dripping a boneless plum blossom on the ground.

He stared blankly at the picture of plum blossoms, and after a long while he realized that it was sprayed by his own blood.

Looking down at the back of the hand, the blood is still flowing, trickling straight to the ground, making the picture of plum blossoms more and more realistic, reminiscent of hundreds of rivers rushing into the sea.

It turns out that people have so much blood, I suddenly thought of this sentence.

Suddenly the bathroom door opened, and the people inside came out.

He looked up at the man's face, he didn't recognize him.

He is still good looking, with delicate features and eyes, fair and clean, but he is too thin, and there is a crooked expression in his expression.

He took out a mobile phone from his pocket and opened it to see if there were any familiar names and numbers, but the list was as unfamiliar as the person in front of him.

The man looked very surprised: "You..."

"It was done by accident." He recalled his current miserable situation, and answered with a frown.

The man immediately turned around and rummaged through boxes and cabinets, finding some band-aids for him for a long time.

Hesitant to ask him: Who are you and who am I? What is our relationship? Why are we here?

This idea was killed by him in the blink of an eye before halfway through it. If he didn't know him well, he might think he was stupid.

How silly B.Like a silly B movie.Yes, death can't let him know that he has encountered such a shameful thing.

It's time to go to the hospital.He thought bitterly as he put the Band-Aid on.

I walked out of the hotel and called a car, and asked the driver to drive to the best hospital.

Looking at the strange streets and buildings along the way, I was disturbed all the way.

When I got out of the car, I remembered that I didn't know if I had any money. I took out my pocket and took out a black wallet. There were several rows of cards and N hundred-yuan bills neatly embedded in it.According to visual inspection N>10.I was somewhat startled.

Look up, Guilin City X Hospital?

Guilin?

very strange feeling...

I must not be a local.

Line up, register, wait.

When filling out the name on the medical form, I couldn't help writing the word "Yan", but I couldn't write any more.

Yan Yan Yan Yan Yan...

Forget it, Yan... Xiaofu.

For some reason, those two words came out all of a sudden.

After writing those three words, I felt an inexplicable feeling of nausea in my heart.

Isn't it just a pseudonym?It's okay to be vulgar~!

The old man in the white coat pinched his head for a long time and said, "Minor concussion."

He hesitated for a while, but still asked, "How did I bump into a shock?"

The old man glanced at him, and laughed haha: "You don't know how you got into it, how do I know? Amnesia? It's like the old actors in TV dramas... Ah, now when I see those people, they lose their memory Ah, I laughed so hard! How can it be so easy to lose memory, the current TV screenwriters are really getting worse..."

"..." He controlled his emotions, pinched the handle of the chair and gritted his teeth.

I found that the feeling was not right. I glanced down and sank my hand into five fingerprints...

What kind of chair is this, the quality is too bad!

Before leaving the house, the old man happily looked at the name on the sick list: "There are quite a lot of people with this name these days! My little Jingba is also called Xiaofu, hehe, how easy it is to pronounce. Xiaofu, Xiaofu... ah, it But I like to eat chicken butts, and when I call it, it makes my fart..."

He closed the door before he finished listening, with only one word in his mind: Damn.

As a result, he fell at the corner as soon as he went out to turn.

"Damn it!" Ignoring the surprised eyes of the people around him, he got up and yelled, waving his arms, "What are you looking at, I haven't seen anyone fall, huh? Do you want to watch me fall again?"

When they went downstairs, there were whispers behind them: "Did someone from the psychiatric ward come out..."

He turned his face sullenly and opened the right corner of his mouth upwards by 30 degrees...

Suddenly, there was silence.

背!

Why do you carry it like that? !

He couldn't stop cursing along the way.

Lost memory like a muddled idiot, woke up in some broken hotel, next to a pig who could sleep like a pig, named it randomly and had the same name as his dog! When it was over, he would throw a dog and eat shit!

I really went back to Brokeback Mountain!

On the bench by the side of the road, he stared at the passers-by for more than half an hour, until the passing puppies dared not approach him.

After giving up on himself for a long time, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He took out the mobile phone in his pocket, opened the phone book, picked a random number and pressed it.

"Hello? Who is it?" Woman.

"Who do you say I am?"

"Surnamed Yan??? You still have the guts to call me..." The voice was raised.

Well, the last name is Yan.

"What did you mean to me like that last time..."

The sound is too harsh, hang up.

Change the number.

"Xiao Luo? I heard that you were fired by the queen mother and disappeared? Where did you go? What woman did you hang out with again! Our buddies are guessing your whereabouts... Hahaha, I didn't expect you to have today , the tiger has fallen into Pingyang..." A man who gloated and gloated.

Hang up and change...

After making more than [-] harassing phone calls in the morning, I finally got out my identity:

Yan Luoqing, male, single, inadvertently making friends, unemployed not long ago, is currently listed as a missing person, and is actually traveling with a man named Zhao Xiaofu.

On the way back to the hotel, he kept thinking: who is this Zhao?How could I be with him?cousin?not like.colleague?not like.classmate?not like...

Back in the room, he casually set a few words with Zhao Xiaofu, and immediately set out today's itinerary.

This person surnamed Zhao is also a single cell, didn't Leng see that something was wrong with him today?

What is especially weird is that after Yan Luoqing just said a few words to him, a mess of memory images flashed through his mind like lightning: a bad drama called "Peach Blossom Fan"; booze; beating up a jerk in the bathroom; arguing with an old woman; lots of hospital scenes...

Dizziness.Dizzy for a while.

But then he was elated: It doesn't seem to be very serious... I have memories.

While the two were waiting for the tour guide at the intersection, Yan Luoqing secretly looked at Zhao Xiaofu several times, and almost said several times: Who are you with me?

No matter how you look at it, it should be neither relatives nor relatives, but friends... Is my threshold for making friends so low?

It's not that he looks crooked, it's just that his speech and demeanor, no matter how you look at it, there is a wretched vibe!

If they were unfamiliar, they didn't feel like strangers when they talked.

Zhao Xiaofu didn't seem to notice anything, and would ask him if he was thirsty from time to time, as if to ask for warmth.Would you like a drink?

I thought it was nothing at first, but after a long time, I couldn't help but start to roll my eyes: Are you tired of asking the same question five times a minute?

Zhao Xiaofu suddenly said for a long time: "...for the sake of helping you..."

Yan Luoqing would have sprayed if there was something in her mouth at that time, she thought she heard it wrong: "...What are you washing?"

Zhao Xiaofu looked calm: "Pants."

"...You washed my underwear for me?!" Yan Luoqing was cold from head to toe.

Shock.aversion to cold.

How could it be possible for people to touch underwear casually?

What kind of underwear does a big man wash himself for no reason?

Even if you were my childhood friend, you wouldn’t wear it like this.

Speaking of which, why would I put my underwear within easy reach of this person and let him trample on it?

Such a scene involuntarily emerged in my mind: the moon was dark and the wind was high, everyone was snoring, and the sound of snoring continued one after another. A black figure suddenly jumped up from the bed silently, walked towards the head of his bed, and then secretly picked up his sleeper. The underpants I changed before... moved to the side of the face... took a deep sniff... and then a barely visible smile flashed across the corner of the mouth...

A shudder...well, stop!

Thinking about the possibility that the one I am wearing has been touched, rubbed, stroked, maybe even...

Another wave of nausea flitted through the sky... This hand made me goosebumps!

Secretly glanced at the surname Zhao: It should be, but, I think too much...

Suddenly, a peddler popped up out of nowhere and sold an imitation brand-name watch to the two of them.

Yan Luoqing laughed secretly while watching the boy's foam splashing all over the place.

"That one doesn't work, take a look at this one... This one is also the main new product of this season... And there are two sets of two, it is a very popular couple watch recently, the name is Changjiujiu, it is very suitable for the two of you..."

The style seems to be a bit of an imitation, but it is a pity that it is an imitation, and it seems to be of no grade from the name.

When a blind cat meets the glowing eyes of a dead mouse, you know you've got a match.

Wait a minute... what did that kid just say?

...Couple watches? !

How long? !Suitable for two...? !

This little yellow tooth is out of his mind, selling couple watches to two men in the street?

Could it be that we look like comrades... A string of bad thoughts flashed through my mind, and they were instantly stifled.

Just when I was about to get mad, someone actually smiled at me with an unscrupulous face: "Hey, it's so cheap, let's buy it?"

He, he wants to buy? !

...do we...

A series of worse thoughts flashed across my mind, and they were killed again in an instant.

While he was busy digesting his own thoughts, with a heavy bump on his waist, someone had already taken out his wallet with lightning speed, it seemed that he was very familiar with it! Have you ever done something like this countless times?

Double travel - double bed - wash underwear - couple watch...

These things have already started to move in Yan Luoqing's brain at a speed close to the speed of light.

Damn, it made him want to die.

The author has something to say:

Who said there can only be one person with amnesia, huh