Comprehensive film and television: The Queen of Rolls Opens the Roll Again

The woods were dark, and the wind gently stirred the leaves, making a rustling sound.

Gong Yuanzheng turned around and looked around, but saw no one, but he did not suspect that the voice was just his imagination.

It was the voice of a young girl, gentle and energetic, with a reassuring firmness, as if what she said was the irrefutable truth.

The incomparable sense of familiarity it brings cannot be erased simply by not having it in memory.

Although he still couldn't remember anything about the owner of the voice, Gong Yuanzheng's heart calmed down.

He felt like he was falling into a warm embrace, someone was kissing his cheek, and hands were gently stroking his back, over and over again, soothing his anger and his anxiety.

It was as if warmth welled up from his soul, enveloping him softly yet firmly, just like every time in the past, even though he could not remember it.

The handsome boy relaxed his tense body and closed his eyes. Although his tears were still there, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

He was certain that the other person was right beside him, even if he couldn't see him.

"Zhao Zhao, I'm scared." Gong Yuanzheng tried to complain to the invisible girl.

As expected, he heard the girl's response again. The voice did not come from the outside world, but seemed to go straight to her soul: "Ayuan, don't be afraid, I'm always here..."

"Zhao Zhao, I can't remember what you look like." He murmured, tears squeezed out from under his eyelids and flowed down his cheeks, "Our memories are gone."

A gentle voice comforted him: "Don't cry, Ayuan... The memories are gone, we will create more together."

Not a word of his will fall into vain.

My body is warm and so is my heart.

Gong Yuanzheng was intoxicated by the feeling of being loved and carefully cared for, but he still keenly noticed the strange pause in the other party's answer.

Gong Yuanzheng continued this little game calmly, occasionally asking a few questions about his current situation. Every time this happened, he would lose the ability to respond.

Gong Yuanzheng had a clue in his mind, and suddenly said, "Zhao Zhao, I like you."

Her voice reappeared: "Ayuan, I only like you."

Gong Yuanzheng was overjoyed and felt that he could do it again.

The questions that did not receive a response were not necessarily because Zhao Zhao did not answer them, but because something was hindering them.

He was now certain that this was neither reality nor his nightmare.

The thing that prevented him from remembering Zhao Zhao and hindered him from communicating with Zhao Zhao was the master of this place, the culprit who brought him here and stuffed him into this body that did not belong to him.

Maybe it's already difficult for that thing to do this?

It couldn't even block all of Zhao Zhao's responses, it could only prevent him from receiving part of them and avoid him from getting answers or hints from Zhao Zhao.

From this we can see how much that thing fears Zhao Zhao and how much it looks down on him.

Gong Yuanzheng sneered silently and took out a handkerchief from his waist belt to wipe his face.

He liked everything the same as his brother, including the handkerchief he always carried with him, which was pure black with gold thread on the edge.

But this time, staring at the handkerchief, Gong Yuanzheng puffed his cheeks in disdain: it was not white, not soft enough, had no fragrance, no cute little animals embroidered on the corners, and no love poems for him... It was not hers, so one had no desire to collect it at all.

Gong Yuanzheng realized what he was thinking, and hurriedly wiped his face, stuffed the handkerchief into his waist belt, and his ears turned red.

He thought, he would use the word "collect", he would do this not once or twice, how could it be possible that no one condoned him?

The girl named Zhao Zhao loved him, loved him, indulged him, and sent him love poems. He was used to her closeness, would act coquettishly towards her, and liked to collect her things... She must be his wife.

So he has already married.

The clever Lord of Zheng Palace nodded thoughtfully, very satisfied with this conclusion.

According to the palace family rules, men can only get married after they reach adulthood.

Wufeng outside the palace gate issued a kill order against him, so he could not leave the palace. Zhaozhao must have entered the palace through this marriage selection, so that he could meet and fall in love with her.

This means that in the world he is in, several years have passed since the marriage selection.

No wonder he had such thoughts when he saw Gong Hongyu and Gong Huanyu.

That thing can obscure his memory, but it cannot change his cognition.

Gong Yuanzheng walked quickly out of the woods and rushed all the way back to the private research room in the clinic and pharmacy. He cut paper into a palm-sized booklet, picked up a pen and wrote down all the ideas that were inconsistent with his existing memory, intending to carry it with him and record it at any time.

When Gong Shangjiao comes back, he has to confirm whether his brother in that world has the same experience as him, and then see if his brother can remember Zhaozhao.

Because this idea led to many other ideas, and then... Gong Yuanzheng suddenly realized that his respect and respect for his brother had not changed, but his dependence on him seemed not as deep?

But he couldn't help but write the two words "Zhao Zhao" hundreds of times on the white paper. Every time he wrote it, his heart was sweet, warm and full, and his face was sore from smiling.

[…You are so weird.] Suddenly, a voice came out of his mind, young, cold, exactly like his own voice, but full of confusion and anger: [Brother raised you up, protected you and taught you with all his heart, but now you regard that woman named Zhao Zhao as more important than your brother, you are not worthy of being my brother's younger brother!]

"Finally you're speaking up. I thought you were going to be a gutter rat, sneaking around and spying on me until I left."

Gong Yuanzheng put down his pen, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on his lips. Even though he knew that the other person was the original owner of this body, Gong Yuanzheng from another world, he did not hold back on his mockery.

Yes, that's what he thought. This was another world. The ghost wanted to trap him in Gong Yuanzheng's body for a while in order to achieve some purpose. Gong Yuanzheng believed in his own judgment.

When he used the method of crippling himself to confirm whether this body belonged to him, perhaps the original owner who was forced to share the body with him had too much emotional fluctuations and tried desperately to stop him, exposing his own existence.

For the sake of convenience, let's call the original owner of this body Xiao Gong Yuan Zheng. Anyway, the other party must be younger than him, and he is already married.

However, it was not Komiya Enzheng who forcibly controlled this body to stop hurting itself, but that thing.

He could tell that.

It was probably because his soul was more powerful. He had been suppressing Xiao Gong Yuan Zheng since he came in, forcing Xiao Gong Yuan Zheng to pretend that he did not exist.

Now that I have peeked into his thoughts and confirmed that he is also Gong Yuanzheng, I dare to come out.

Will he get used to it?

dream.

[You are the one who rashly ran into my body, snatched my body, and snooped into my memory! Do you think I want to know your thoughts and feelings? I am worried about being contaminated! ]

Just by listening to the voice, you can tell that Xiao Gong Yuanzheng is furious.

[Don't use my body to do weird things or say weird things. Get out of my body now! ]

Pollution? Gong Yuanzheng was slightly startled, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

Yes, if his thoughts and emotions will affect Komiya Enzheng, can Komiya Enzheng affect him?

“Hehehehe…hahahahahahahahahaha…” Gong Yuanzheng covered his face with one hand and burst into a neurotic laugh.

It turned out to be the case.

That's it!