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Qi Wuling didn't pay much attention to Xu Yi, and just said, "It's up to you."

In this way, Xu Yi slowly got to know this strange person.

I don’t know what’s going on in his mind, maybe it’s because he’s too bored being alone, so he chooses to get close to Qi Wuling again and again.

To say that they were close was just that I would go to see Qi Wuling during my free time every weekend, because he usually had classes from Monday to Friday.

But Qi Wuling is different from him. It seems that Qi Wuling has not been to school for a long time.

This is difficult to understand in the eyes of a normal person like Xu Yi.

At least he believes that in this era there will be no minors without an education.

Although Qi Wuling looked four or five years older than him, there was still college after high school. He had seen too many rich kids who either studied abroad or went to graduate school. In short, they would not be idle at Qi Wuling's age.

As time went by, Qi Wuling became more and more silent.

Gradually, every word I said became worth a thousand gold, and I could hardly say a few words in a day.

I don't even know when I got rid of the habit of talking to the corner.

Until one day, Xu Yi brought up this matter: "Why don't you talk to yourself recently?"

But Qi Wuling frowned: "I never do such childish things."

Xu Yi opened his mouth in surprise: "Isn't this what you told me? You said there was a monster following you."

But Qi Wuling just looked at him strangely: "My memory is very good, I can be sure that I have not said such a thing. Besides, it is ridiculous to have monsters around. How can you believe it? This is a very stupid thing."

At this moment Xu Yi felt that Qi Wuling was a little strange.

I don’t know if it was fate, but after the non-existent monster mentioned by Qi Wuling, even he himself gradually faded out of Qi Wuling’s life.

It wasn't intentional, but it was an unintentional act.

A process of gradual forgetting.

But Qi Wuling seemed to have noticed nothing, as if a person named Xu Yi had never appeared in his life.

He seemed to have been traveling along his own trajectory. The memories in his mind were extremely clear. He remembered every bad thing about himself - ridicule, endless abuse, false accusations, slander and libel, "jokes" that could not be taken, and unilateral bullying.

These memories filled him from the first day he had memory in this world to the present day. They were very coherent, without any mistakes at all.

So much so that he gradually became numb.

Perhaps he had wondered in the past - was there no light at all in his life since he was born? But when he closed his eyes and recalled all his experiences, he felt that this question was a bit redundant.

The truth was in his mind, more real than anything else.

He has always been lonely and his soul is always wandering.

But everything seemed normal on Xu Yi's side.

His best friend, that good buddy, is still by his side.

His name is——Zhao Mo.

Xu Yiyi would go play with him after school and would use her own money to take Zhao Mo out to play.

Xu Yi and he had the closest relationship, and their revolutionary friendship lasted until college.

Xu Yi would recall the past from time to time: "Zhao Mo, you said you were really upset at that time. I was always with you and wanted to play with you after school, but you didn't appreciate it."

Whenever this happened, Zhao Mo would look confused: "I know we have known each other for a long time, but did we have this experience when we were kids? Why don't I remember it?"

Because Zhao Mo has become more and more forgetful since he went to college.

He remembers nothing except his favorite music.

Even Xu Yi knew that Zhao Mo's love for music was deep in his bones. In order to ensure the tacit cooperation between the two brothers, Xu Yi even went to learn about lighting and theatrical choreography.

To describe it in one sentence, it means to stick through fire and water for your brothers.

To answer the question just now, Xu Yi would laugh heartily every time this happened: "Come on, you always said you had a good memory, but now you've forgotten everything."

Zhao Mo scratched his head and said, "Okay, okay, I know you have a good memory, okay? Handsome Xu is really powerful and remembers everything."

Xu Yi looked proud: "That is——"

"But sometimes I still feel like you've changed a lot. I didn't know you liked music so much before."

Zhao Mo looked at Xu Yi with an indifferent expression: "People change. I don't know when I started to like music. Look at this Bluetooth headset. This is a special reward I gave myself when I discovered that I liked music."

Xu Yi looked at Zhao Mo and gave him a thumbs up: "As expected of you!"

Zhao Mo smiled and said, "Come on, let's go. There will be an exam in a few weeks. Have you reviewed yet?"

Xu Yi's smiling face fell instantly: "Don't mention this, it makes me angry. Do you think our math teacher is targeting me? Why does he like to ask me questions so much in class? Is it because my handsomeness is too eye-catching?"

Zhao Mo held the book, closed the classroom door, and walked back to the dormitory while chatting with Xu Yi.

Zhao Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Are you talking about Professor Li? He may think you need special attention."

Xu Yi had a bitter look on his face, holding his head in his hands: "Brother, you owe me again, I don't think I really need attention..."

In this way, the two of them chatted all the way back to the dormitory.

The days passed one by one.

Xu Yi and Zhao Mo have a very good relationship.

Xu Yi sighed more than once how he could have met such a good brother with similar interests.

His college life should have been spent in such a peaceful way.

Until - one day later.

Xu Yi, who was still playing games in the dormitory, saw Zhao Mo rushing back to the dormitory without even putting down his schoolbag, and walked towards him with a flyer.

Zhao Mo was delighted and excited: "Xu Yi Xu Yi! Look, look! Campus musical competition!"

Xu Yi knew Zhao Mo's personality. He was usually very calm and never got excited. So when he saw him so happy, Xu Yi decisively put down the game in his hand, turned around and stared at the flyer in Zhao Mo's hand seriously.

Xu Yi raised his eyebrows and said, "Wow, you've made great progress. Everyone knows that our comrade Zhao Mo loves music the most. Isn't this a godsend?"

Zhao Mo's eyes revealed yearning: "Of course, I have decided to sign up."

Xu Yi was quite supportive: "Okay, I will definitely go and applaud you when the time comes. You must show them your skills."

Zhao Mo was amused by Xu Yi's tone: "Okay, if I can win this competition, I will give you my precious headphones. Although the style is a bit old, you know how much I like that Bluetooth. I'm reluctant to give it up."

Xu Yi punched him jokingly: "Forget it, if you want to give me a gift, why not give me a new one? Besides, I don't like music, and I don't listen to music even if you give me a Bluetooth. I don't usually use headphones, so you might as well keep it for yourself. If I break it for you, you'll have to beat me up."

Zhao Mo laughed so hard he doubled over. "Come on, I mean after I win, I still don't know if I can win. Are you so sure I will win?"

Xu Yi crossed his arms and had a confident look on his face. "Of course you are. Who are you? My good friend Xu Yi! If someone like you who tinkers with music every day can't win this little competition, it must be a shady deal. I will file a complaint against him in a minute."

Zhao Mo couldn't help but cover his face and laugh out loud: "You are so immature!"

At the same time, the game on Xu Yi's computer screen made a sound of failure, and the game screen was closed.

Xu Yi exclaimed: "Damn it! Damn it! I lost my game!!"

Zhao Mo's merciless ridicule came from the side: "Hahahahahahaha, handsome Xu's three consecutive kneelings are born!"

The two of them played around with each other, making the dormitory a mess with laughter.

Xu Yi had no idea of ​​this at this time.

Zhao Mo's life entered the countdown at this moment.

Even Xu Yi didn't understand what was happening.

This friend of many years, his good buddy, his best friend.

He died a few days later on the stage of his favorite musical.

Also died in...his hands.

The competition site was packed with people that day, probably because it could add credits, so many college students came.

The scene is beautifully constructed.

The huge LED screen was still playing the music video in a loop.

The stage control and lighting command, everything is so perfect.

The atmosphere at the scene was lively.

Everyone held a glow stick in their hands, as if they were at a star’s concert.

Xu Yi was chatting with Zhao Mo backstage, and even worried that his good buddy was too nervous, Xu Yi reached out and patted Zhao Mo on the shoulder.

"Come on, buddy! I'm watching you from below. I'll use my phone to record the whole thing for you. Today, I'll reluctantly give you the title of the most handsome man in the school. Have a good race! I'm still waiting for your earphones."

Zhao Mo was nervous at first, but when he heard this, he instantly didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Don't you want it?"

Xu Yi pretended to be serious: "Brother, I'll think about it carefully when I get back. In a sense, this can be considered a trophy. I have to take it."