Absolute Persona [Unlimited]

Leaving the endless starry sky corridor, Jiang Jian stood in front of the old periodical reading room again.

The door was still locked.

The old photos on the opposite side and the candle he found were either taken away by Qin Han, or left behind in the reading room. It might not be easy to open the door and enter again.

Jiang Jian looked away, turned around and walked to the elevator.

The elevator was out of order, so he had to go down the stairs.

I don't know how long I have been outside the map, but the light in the library seems to be different from the night when he came.Sunlight sneaks in from different gaps, and the dust in the air floats vigorously under the sunlight.

The library hall has a five-story ceiling, and he can see the five floors along the spiral staircase.

Outside the window, the campus, which was originally breezy in autumn, looked a bit chilly.

When I entered the library, there were only a few fallen leaves fluttering leisurely, but now there are only bare branches left.

Walking to the second floor, Jiang Jian looked away from the tree branch, and caught off guard a familiar figure on the black marble floor tiles in the center of the hall.

The navy blue school uniform was draped indistinctly, but the broad back added a bit of chill and haggard.

Winside stood beside him, worry written all over her face.

And he raised his head with a stubborn expression.

The sun shines down from the dome, like holy light, sprinkled on the devout believers.

Jiang Jian stood on the stairs and looked at him quietly, silently comparing him with the "counterfeit" in the reading room.

It's almost impossible to tell the difference just by looking at the body shape.

He was fascinated, and didn't realize that Zhong Xun had looked back until a warm and strong embrace brought him back to reality.

Zhong Xun wrapped his arms around his waist and put his other hand behind his head. He gently put his chin on his shoulder and hugged him tightly.

Then buried him deeply in her arms.

This embrace seemed to carry a sense of catharsis, pressing down on him overwhelmingly, those suppressed things were bursting out, those things under the ice layer were melting, covering him incomparably blazingly and turbulently.

It was stronger than the time in the basement before, and it seemed to crush him.

One of Jiang Jian and him was on the stairs and the other was under the stairs. Being swept up by Zhong Xun, he leaned forward inertially, and subconsciously wrapped his arms around Zhong Xun's neck.

You can even see the top of his silver hair.

"A lot of leaves have fallen outside, how many days have passed?"

"Today is the seventh day."

"So it took so long." Jiang Jian whispered, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

He didn't realize that his own breath sprayed against Zhong Xun's ear, which made Zhong Xun tremble and hugged him even tighter.

"I saw Qin Han outside the map." He hung around Zhong Xun's neck and let him hold him, his chin resting on Zhong Xun's shoulder and recalled, "The outside of the map here is magnificent, with celestial bodies and galaxies surrounding me There are even shooting stars passing by."

Step by step, he formed a corridor of stars, like a messenger spanning light years. The scene was extremely romantic.

Zhong Xun was stunned for a moment: "How did you get in by yourself?"

Jiang Jian casually talked about how he opened the door of the reading room through the hidden mission, and even said about Qin Han and Qin Yun in the old photos.Speaking of the picture in the photo frame, he hesitated for a moment, and said without reservation about the man in the windbreaker he met.

Zhong Xun's arm froze.

He remembered his past experience of being deceived and deceived, and for a moment he didn't know what to say to Jiang Jian.

If the seeds of distrust have been planted, all language is powerless sophistry.

There was a touch of sadness in his eyes, his eyes drifted away, and suddenly fell on his arm on Jiang Jian's waist, Zhong Xun seemed to be scalded, he quickly took a step back, and put his hands and feet away in a proper manner back.

He stood still and cleared his throat: "Don't think about it, just come back."

"Yeah, just come back." Wensidei stood not far away, watching the two hug each other on the stairs with great interest, "I'm leaving in 15 minutes, just to remind you two, I'll go back first Take care of Zhihui."

Jiang Jian nodded and looked at Zhong Xun: "Would you like to stop hugging for a while?"

"..."

Zhong Xun frowned, turned around and left.

He can do it voluntarily, but it is not allowed to use him as a tool.

Jiang Jian was accustomed to Zhong Xun's indifferent attitude, and only slowly followed him when he walked away.

He was alone behind Zhong Xun, thinking silently about his actions just now.

Suddenly rushing up to hug her, Jiang Jian thought that he had suddenly enlightened, and decided to cooperate with her to set up a good fit.Unexpectedly, when he asked back, he declined with the same pride as before.

Jiang Jian looked at Zhong Xun's back sympathetically.

After seeing the fake him, he seemed to understand his uncertainty more and more.

After getting along for a while, no matter how dull he is, he still realizes that he seems to be a "fake" to Zhong Xun.

On the premise of not being lost and sinking, whoever pretends to be someone he cares about, puts on a similar face, and shamelessly asks for interaction, probably won't have a good face.

To be honest, Zhong Xun can be said to be very gracious to him.

Jiang Jian lowered her eyes desolately.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked at Zhong Xun with trembling eyes, and some small thoughts were strung together in an instant.

He once speculated that he and Zhong Xun most likely came from the same time and space.

The man I met in the library combined the characteristics of the man in his heart and Zhong Xun.

And he never could remember that person's face.

Maybe because Zhong Xun resembled a certain person, he rarely called him by his name.

Maybe, is there a possibility...

Zhong Xun is the person he has been looking for.And the people in his and Zhong Xun's broken memories are each other?

Jiang Jian gasped for breath, her heart beating like a drum.

He is a person who values ​​evidence so much, but after entering the show, he made too many unfounded and causal assumptions.There is no time left for him to collect data and experiment verification at all, but he unexpectedly came to the present with his wild guesses and some keen intuitions.

But now, what arises in his heart is the only thought that makes his blood rush.

Jiang Jian quickened her pace, trying to catch up with Zhong Xun, but stopped after taking two steps.

Wait, what if the man in the library appeared just to mislead him to think in this way?

Jiang Jian calmed down for a while.

But it was just a moment, and he ran again.

He ran past Zhong Xun like a gust of wind, and rushed back to the dormitory in three steps at a time.

Wen Sidai was originally walking in the front, but suddenly saw Jiang Jian rushing past her and disappearing from sight. "What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhong Xun also rushed past her.

Alright...it's just the fun of the two of you.

When Jiang Jian pushed open the door, Song Zhihui was lying on the bed gnashing his teeth, trying to reluctantly get up.

The young man stared at him blankly, the strength on his body was released, and the pain returned.

His lips moved, he murmured "Brother Jane", and burst into tears the next second: "I woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

"Don't cry, am I fine?" Jiang Jian went to the bed and patted his head, then turned to walk to the closet, and opened the closet door violently.

The black windbreaker he had properly folded was gone!

"how so……"

When Zhong Xun came in, he saw Jiang Jian's puzzled expression, and before he stepped forward to ask, the air around him trembled violently.

Time is up!

Winsdai seized the opportunity, stepped into the room with her skirt in hand, and sat gracefully beside Song Zhifan's bed: "Go back."

Jiang Jian stood still, recalling the crushing feeling at that time, and slowly closed her eyes.

Last time, he vaguely remembered a terrifying scene flashed in his mind, which made him suffocate, but for some reason, after returning to the studio from Qingluan Village, until now he has never really thought about what he saw at that time. .

Only the sense of suffocation is extremely clear, as if you are on the scene.

He clenched his fists, ready to face the pain again.

Unexpectedly, someone suddenly took his hand.

He opened his eyes and saw Zhong Xun looking away from the other side, leaving him with a slender and fair side neck: "Don't move around."

Jiang Jian nodded, and found him a step down: "Brother, you have grown up, you should hold my hand at this time."

Zhong Xun: "..."

Please shut up.

Song Zhihui looked at them, and slowly reached out to grab Wensidei's cuff.

Last time he grabbed Jiang Jian's coat and followed them back. This time, he didn't know if he could succeed.

He was uncommonly nervous.In case of failure, wouldn't he be left in a closed space forever?The kind of despair that can't feel the passage of time, the kind of waste that has been trapped for a lifetime, isn't it going to come back to him again?

Unexpectedly, Wensidei raised her hand and patted his finger off.

Song Zhihui's pupils constricted.

"I don't want it, don't leave me, sister..." Song Zhihui grabbed Wen Sidai's hand in a panic.

The air began to twist, but Jiang Jian's pain was unexpectedly much less than last time.

There was a sharp light in front of his eyes, Jiang Jian closed his eyes subconsciously, and soon, he couldn't even feel the touch of Zhong Xun holding him.

At the same time, the fragments of the past flashed back in his mind again, and suddenly froze on a clear and shocking picture——

The background was a noisy office, and he was lying on the table with his eyes tightly closed.

He only remembered that he was dozing off at the time, but this was the first time he saw such a scene from the perspective of a bystander.

A man in uniform stood unrestrainedly beside him, kicking a colleague not far away who was playing the harmonica, said "hush", picked up his woolen coat, and gently dropped it on his head.

Jiang Jian found that when his attention was on himself, everything around him was blurred.

And when he turned his attention to the side, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"As for?" He even thought he could hear the voice in the picture, someone said to the man with disdain.

The man glanced over lightly, and the other party fell silent for an instant.

The person who covered him with the coat happened to be looking at Jiang Jian's perspective at this moment. Every strand of his hair was full of publicity, and when he looked at the sleeping person on the table, his eyes were full of tenderness.

He couldn't mistake that face.

His variety show lover, his work partner.

... Zhong Xun, it turned out to be really you.

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