After waking up from tomb raiding, my brothers all fell in love with me

I heard the fierce and resentful shouts from the familiar yet unfamiliar people on the bus.

When he saw Zhang Qiling and Jie Yuchen, Hei Xia Zi pulled him over.

When I woke up in class, I saw Li Cu, Su Wan, Yang Hao and others.

These layers collapsed in Wuxie's mind.

Each one is not real and is full of falsehood.

The bronze bell, the bronze bell given to him by Zhang Rishan.

There is also Liu Sang, the initiator who influenced his dream in the first place.

Everything happened so coincidentally.

When he arrived at the door of Zhang Rishan's office with the bronze bell, Liu Sang happened to appear.

And reminded him so kindly and understandingly.

There were hints very early on.

Wuxie was actually a little confused about the world in his mind that was constructed by his own consciousness.

"You shouldn't let this bell ring."

When Xie Yuchen and Zhang Qiling were arguing about whether to shake the bell or not, this sentence popped up in Wuxie's mind with a ding-dong sound.

His memory... Could it be that he already had experience with this thing before?

Wuxie looked at the scene collapsing layer by layer in front of him.

As he was thinking, he now stopped at the door of Zhang Rishan's office.

Wuxie's gaze fell on his own hand, which was also holding something.

The snake-browed bronze fish had long since disappeared, and only the bronze bell remained.

"What a fuss." Wuxie looked at this thing and smiled with some contempt.

Suddenly, he completely understood the whole story.

It must be his memory.

However, it seems now that he may have been affected by some irresistible force and was unable to completely recall his memory.

This means that, to some extent, he is now no different from a person with multiple personalities.

One body carries two memories at the same time.

The memories of those kings all turned into strands of silk threads. Although their trajectories seemed to be different, they now intersected at this moment.

Because of their appearance, this short and unrealistic dream.

Those original memories that belonged to him were constantly returning to his head.

After knowing it clearly, Wuxie had a strong sense of belonging for these chaotic memories.

These are the most precious things he has to record his past.

Every stroke depicts his life.

This feeling is very wonderful, as if I am looking at my life journey from a third-person perspective.

Those scenes that were shocking just by recalling them, seemed much more intimate in Wuxie's eyes at this moment.

If Wuxie wasn't unclear about the situation outside, he might have stayed here for a while longer.

Read these memories carefully.

For him, this illusion has become a beautiful dream.

A short-term habitat, where he doesn't have to think about anything, doesn't have to worry about any unforeseen circumstances, and it's even a dream place where he can unload all the baggage he's been carrying for so many years.

Wuxie actually rarely dreams anymore.

After settling down in Yu Village.

At the beginning, when he just brought Zhang Qiling back, he would often dream about those adventures and about Zhang Qiling.

Those most unbearable memories, those most unbearable thoughts.

People always need a transition period, and the innocent body and even the mind are aware of it.

Wherever I look is where my heart is at peace.

There are mountains and rivers, good friends, freedom, and every night that he once thought about day and night.

His nightmares naturally faded away with him.

These dreams now seem nothing compared to Wuxie's.

Not enough to watch at all.

To be honest, thinking about this, Wuxie has almost seen through all those memories.

The most important point is that in this world, in this dream.

Brother, Xiaohua, Hei Xiazi, they actually treated him like this...

Is that the kind of thought?

Not only them, but also...

Wuxie thought that after so many years of experience, nothing should have a big impact on him.

It turns out that I still think too highly of myself.

Wuxie felt offended just by mentioning the names of those people behind him.

How can I connect them with likes...

Accept the bad, this time I really accept the bad.

Not to mention the headache, even if I feel heartbroken it’s of no use this time.

Wuxie was not unaware of this feeling, but he was thinking in the completely opposite direction.

He didn't think of it as that kind of liking.

He believed that the friendship between them had long transcended life and death.

Simply explaining it with any of the three types of affection, friendship, love, and family, cannot explain it.

Even if I have thought about it a little bit, these things are not a big deal after all. I have lived for so many years and have seen everything.

He doesn't think anything will happen because of his sexual orientation.

On the contrary, he is quite open-minded.

After so many years of experience, Wuxie can tolerate most things calmly.

Just like it if you like it.

Wuxie's respect at the moment can also be understood as his relaxed and calm mood, in fact, a large part of it is because.

The memory of this dream has not fully integrated.

Wuxie has not yet fully understood the extent of their relationship.

Wuxie still believed that even if she liked him, being together would only make them no different from being good brothers.

So much so that Wuxie, who has now recovered some of his memory, can still be so relaxed.

The world around him was collapsing, leaving only the small piece of land where Wuxie was.

And the door that escaped from the virtual world appeared in front of Wuxie.

Wuxie looked up at the sign hanging by the door.

It is Zhang Rishan’s office door.

Wuxie has no intention of opening the door yet.

The memories in his mind continued to play.

He hasn't met the person he wants to meet yet.

The memories in his mind were very clear, so clear that the broken and blurred memories of Wuxie once again appeared before him so brightly.

Those who had appeared in his dreams many times.

Wuxie looked carefully, wanting to memorize their faces again.

And their voices.

The first step in forgetting a person is to forget his voice.

But when that familiar voice sounded in my ears again, I still thought of him first.

"Panzi."

Wuxie closed his eyes and looked at Pan Zi who appeared in front of him.

Pan Zi looks younger, but actually he is old.

In the invisible place, time has already passed quietly, and he is about the same age now.

In the memory, in the present, Wuxie reached out his hand, wanting to touch again.

Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, not so fast.

The fairest thing in the world is time.

Time waits for no one, Wuxie opened his eyes.

He himself didn't even realize that his eyes were slightly red.

Wuxie looked at his outstretched hand.

It was truly a dream.

After waking up from the dream, it comes true.

Wuxie did not retract his outstretched hand, but took a step forward.

Put your hand on the handle of the door in front of you.

Before taking action, Wuxie was still trying his best to remember his memories.

Based on the current situation, he is not sure whether his memories will disappear or be sealed after he goes out.

If it is sealed, how much can be preserved?

Too little time, too many ideas.

This is the reality, Wuxie can only do his best to repeat the memory over and over again in a short period of time.

He was still very grateful for this unexpected surprise.

Everything that life brings can, to some extent, be called a surprise.

If you can't accept it.

Wuxie exhaled softly, trying to let out the choking feeling in his heart.

Wuxie exerted a little force on his wrist and opened the door as expected.

As soon as the door was opened, dazzling white light shot out from inside.

Will be swallowed by innocence.

The world outside the door, and the world inside the door.

“Wu Xie!?”

A familiar voice sounded in Wuxie's ears again, for some unknown reason.

Although I was sure that I had found the answer, there was still a sense of unknown.

Wuxie looked up and looked towards the source of the sound.

It was Li Cu again, the classroom again, and Su Wan and Yang Hao again.

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Li Cu looked at Wuxie with great concern.

It felt like as long as Wuxie said she was not feeling well, Li Cu would immediately carry Wuxie away to the hospital.

“......Li Cu...." Wuxie raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. It was so strange. His head felt full and could not hold anything.

"I'm here! Tell me what's going on!"