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Just as I was walking downstairs, my footsteps echoed alone in the empty stairwell. Suddenly someone came up from the first floor. The rhythmic and vigorous footsteps were in stark contrast to mine.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, and we will meet again after turning a corner.

I casually looked down, and that meticulous man appeared in front of me. He was wearing a clean white shirt with almost no wrinkles, and underneath was a pair of straight black trousers, which looked very office workers. At first glance, I knew he was That kind of ascetic hero.

He just walked to the window, and the breeze was blowing outside, and the white gauze floated up to cover his figure, making his outline faintly visible.His eyes were bright, and under the golden sunlight, they seemed to hide amber in them.

For a moment, I was a little stunned.

I suddenly stepped on the air and fell downstairs. There are still six steps on the ground in this position, and it must be very painful to fall.I thought I was going to die, but I didn't expect the other party to rush over and catch me.

I stood up and quickly thanked him.

I thought it was just a small episode, but I didn't expect that I would turn around and go back to find him on my own initiative.

Because I heard someone calling him Dr. Qu at the passageway on the upper floor.

I stopped the foot and turned around and ran up, stopping the man who was drinking from a thermos cup, scaring him so much that he almost lost his grip on the cup.His face was sullen, probably because my rashness nearly scalded him with boiling water.

I apologized, and then asked him, "Where did Dr. Qu go just now?"

Although he was very upset, he was afraid that I would really need to find someone urgently, so he didn't intentionally make trouble, and simply pointed me in the direction, he pointed to the corridor on the right and said, "I'm in the office right now. "

"Thank you."

When I came to the door and was about to raise my hand to knock, the slight sound of the doorknob turning came to my ears, and then the door was pulled open, and the man stood inside.

He seemed surprised to see me standing outside.

"Are you alright?"

"I need counseling."

He frowned, "I'm sorry, I'm off work, and it's not my working time. You need to make an appointment in advance whether it's consultation or psychological counseling. You can go back and make an appointment online, and come to see me tomorrow."

He was holding a red gift box in his hand and looked like he was going somewhere in a hurry.

Me: "I might have a split personality."

"Split personality symptoms include hallucinations, sensitivity and suspiciousness, strange behavior or language, becoming indifferent to the surroundings, and often in a state of self-defense... Of the above, you meet several points."

He spit out these words calmly, as if he was used to it.

That's right, split personality is a story to ordinary people, but in the eyes of psychiatrists it is just a disease.

It might just be a little out of the ordinary.

I carefully analyzed the weak perception in the past period of time, and came to the conclusion that I didn't seem to have any of the symptoms he mentioned.

"Since there is no, then it is not."

He came out and closed the door, and the light disappeared completely the moment the door was seamed, and the corridor became dark and cool, and I felt the temperature on my body gradually disappear with the disappearance of the light.

In fact, I know that it is not my body that is cold, but my heart is cold.

"You do not know……"

He glanced down at the time on the phone screen, and said quickly, "You're not afraid of loud noises, you can stay in a room without light, and you don't often act alone, so congratulations that you don't have a personality disorder."

"But I sometimes miss a memory."

"It could be your diet or your living environment that's causing your memory to decline."

He walked downstairs quickly, and I ran after him.

"It's not that there is a problem with memory. I saw "another me" from the surveillance. He is affecting my life. He even knows what I have done, who I have contact with, and has my memory, but I don't. Knowing what he did, I was a little scared." I told him everything that had happened to me.

He heard, but did not answer.

He remained silent until he walked out of the building and came to an empty field.

He pressed the car key, and the lights of a white convertible car in the parking lot turned on and rang twice.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help feeling angry.

"Forget it, since you don't want to talk to me, I won't waste your time." I turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait." He said suddenly.

"what happened?"

"I'm beginning to believe your words. You don't need to make an appointment online. I will make an appointment for you in person. You can come to me at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

It seems that I misunderstood him a little bit, and I feel that he is actually pretty good.

"it is good."

I went back to school and played basketball all afternoon. I was very tired, and I really wanted to go back to the dormitory to take a shower and rest.I was only half way on the bike when the chain snapped and I had to walk the bike back downstairs.

There was almost no one in the school at ten o'clock in the evening, and the couple who came out on a date also said goodbye downstairs.

I walked fearfully on the dark path, only the sound of my own footsteps and the sound of the wheels turning could be heard all around me. The sound of the chain sliding was clear and slow, which seemed very eerie in the silent night.The wind blew the shadows of the trees, and the surrounding voice-activated street lights flickered continuously, and the elongated figure also became strange.

If I had known how scary the road would be, I should have brought someone over to accompany me back to the dormitory.

Don’t think that I’m always calm when I’m in trouble. I’m actually afraid of ghosts. The reason is that there is a sister who is good at ghost movies. She often watches movies at home. in the shadows.

I heard my heart beating like a drum, bang bang bang bang.

Suddenly, a sound came from the nearby bushes.

I was so scared that I was about to run away.

Who would have thought that before I had time to raise my legs, a black shadow jumped out from the bushes and fell in the middle of the road, just blocking my way.

"Ah—" I cried out in shock.

The black figure also seemed to be taken aback, and he sat up limply and looked at me. Only through the dim light did I see clearly that it was Bemus.

"What are you doing here?!" When I was angry, the volume was also louder.

He didn't seem to expect that I would yell at him like that, and realized that he had done something wrong, and then slowly sat up and hugged his knees and curled up into a ball.

He didn't say anything.

"What's the matter with you?" His behavior was abnormal, and he would never lose his composure like this before.I was a little worried, so I walked up to him to see if he was not feeling well, but as soon as I stood in front of him, I smelled a pungent smell of alcohol.

I became more and more angry, "Did your parents send you to college just to make you drink like hell?" Are you really not afraid of danger if you are still wandering outside at such a late night? !

"Don't, don't be so loud, it's so noisy, noisy." He slurred his speech.

I kicked him in the arm. "Hey, don't sleep here!"

"I'm sleepy—"

"Oh, you still know you're sleepy? But no matter how sleepy you are, don't sleep here. It's easy to catch cold."

It's really unlucky, my arms are already sore after pushing the car all the way, my body is sweaty again, and my clothes stick to my body, which is very uncomfortable. I really want to go back and rest quickly.On the way, I also met a drunk, and what was even more disturbing was that I was frightened by this drunk just now!

His cheeks were flushed, and his clear and vivid eyes were a little blurred. As he raised his head, the short, neat hair brushed against his collar and bent into a playful arc. "Senior, can you pamper me?" He stretched out his hand towards me, feeling a little coquettish. "I think you're pulling me."

"Well, let me pull you up, okay?"

I have some experience in taking care of alcoholics. Lin Xi used to be like this when he was drunk. He always liked to act like a baby, and hugged the people around him for a while. When he pushed him away, he would get angry and shout loudly, but if he was coaxed softly, he would let go instead.

Because of this, I came to understand the truth that drunk people need to be coaxed just like children to be obedient.

His palms were a little cold.

It seems that he has been sitting here for a long time, is he really waiting for me?

"sorry."

I feel water dripping on the back of my hand.

It's not rain, it's his tears.

He held my hand, looked at me very sadly, and then a tear fell from his eye socket.

This tear has long since lost its residual warmth, but I still feel that I am being burned by it, and immediately break free from his hand.At the same time, I moved my gaze up to meet his eyes, and I saw regret in his eyes.

This is the second time I read this emotion from his eyes.

I don't like or even hate him looking at me with this kind of eyes. Whenever he shows this kind of emotion to me, my heart will hurt very much, and there is a voice clamoring for me to stay away from him.

After my heart calmed down a little, I squatted down and asked him: "Why did you say sorry to me?" This question has been bothering me, and he has said this sentence to me twice since we met again.

Why on earth would he be sorry for me?

Has anything happened between me and him in the past?Why do I have no impression at all?

He turned his body sideways and slowly put his head on my lap, clutching the corner of my clothes tightly in his hands, his body trembling constantly.I touched his forehead, and it was slightly hot. I immediately took off my coat and put it on for him, then woke him up and let him go back to the dormitory with me.

This time he was very obedient, he stood up staggeringly and followed me. At first he was fine, although his gait was a little unsteady, but he would not fall into the bushes as he walked.But then he started to become indiscriminate, either running around or making trouble for me.

I tried my best to pull him back, then picked up the bicycle and walked forward again, but he suddenly went around and blocked me.

"What are you going to do again?" I couldn't bear it anymore, and Chao wanted to just leave him and ignore him.

"What happened to the bike?"

"It's broken, I'm going to retreat it downstairs now, can you please step aside, so that I can continue to push the cart."

He pointed at the car, patted his chest again, and said, "I'll push it for you."

"Thank you for your kindness, but I think you're doing me a huge favor by taking care of yourself."

"Yeah." He shook his head and came over to grab my handlebar and pushed it crookedly, and the car followed him crookedly forward.

He didn't listen to it at all.

Seeing him drunk like that and helping to push the cart, mmm

Are you really worried that your means of transportation will be pushed into the bushes by him?Alas, caring for a drunk is a hassle.

I went over to grab the handlebars from him, but he lost his temper immediately when he saw that I wouldn't let him push the cart. In desperation, I asked him to help push the rear of the cart.

Finally, I can walk quietly.

But as I was walking, I felt something was wrong again. Why was there no movement behind me, not even his footsteps.

Looking back, it turned out that the guy had already fallen asleep on the ground.

Fortunately, the dormitory is not far from here.

I pushed the bike back, and went back to carry him back to his room, gave him cold compresses for medicine, and finally felt relieved.

This is the second time I have come to his room, and the layout of the room is quite different from the first time.

The room is about [-] square meters. The conditions of D University are very good in the university dormitory, and there is a dormitory for one person. The space is large enough for free activities. The sound insulation effect of the wall is very good. Even if you play music all night, it will not disturb the next door. roommate.

There are two bookshelves at the door, each with four floors. The bookshelf standing behind the door contains most of the law books and test questions. On the top floor are a few novel magazines and a box wrapped in blue wrapping paper. .On the bookshelf opposite, there are many trendy toys, each of which has its own LOGO, which is obviously a brand design.

I have also learned about Chaowan.

I like GUAGUA's lonely child and PINK's diamond cat the most.

Boys naturally like cool toys, I think they are the coolest, and it just so happens that among the toys collected by Bemus, there are loneliness and drill cats.

"What a rich young master, you can buy so many of these small toys alone, it's really enviable and jealous!" I clasped my arms and clicked my tongue.

The desk is placed in front of the wall next to the door, next to the bookshelf. The desk is neat and the floor is clean. All unworn shoes are placed on the shoe rack, and there are still a few clothes that have been drying for a day outside the window. , not as messy as I imagined.On the contrary, it made me a little ashamed. Every time I get busy, the house is messy, and the sketches are flying all over the place. It takes 10 minutes to finish eating, and I throw the dishes and chopsticks into the sink after eating, and clean them up when I go back at night.

Looking at it this way, my senior is not as good as a sophomore.

But for a sophomore boy who is in a hormonal period, there are always some dark secrets in the room, let alone the residence of a playboy, there may be those filthy things hidden in a certain corner.

I looked here and there, but found nothing, and finally the target was locked on the blue box.

Sure enough, in such a tidy room, only the unopened box was the most suspicious, maybe there were colorful discs and books hidden in it.

As I was not tall enough, I stood on tiptoe and reached for the box, but I missed it. The box fell and its corners hit my head, and then the dust rushed towards me.

I choked so badly that I coughed for a while before I felt better.

When I was annoyed, I looked down and caught a glimpse of the box lying on the ground. The cover slid open due to the impact, and a third of the things inside were exposed.Although I didn't see the whole picture, this third still firmly attracted my attention.

What was placed in the box was not a disc or that kind of book, but a very ordinary diary.

I took out the diary, and sure enough, I saw a combination lock on the side.

The reason I know this is because I bought the same diary when I first went to college. I bought it to record my college life as a souvenir for later. The diary has many pages and is not big, just like a small dictionary. No matter what book it is placed with, it is very conspicuous.

In this way, from the first day I entered school, I would write down what happened that day and my mood in the diary. Sometimes I would write a lot, and sometimes I only wrote a few sentences. Writing a diary gradually became a habit, and at the same time Make sure my writing doesn't get worse.

Until one day in my junior year, I found that the diary was missing.

Later, when I was promoted to senior year, I had to be busy with more and more things, and gradually I didn't have time to take care of this matter anymore.

Unexpectedly, Bemus has the same diary as me. Does he often write diaries?

Could it be that it records the date he dated each girlfriend, or maybe the phone numbers of the girls, well, it feels like something a person like him can do.

The more I thought about it, the more curious I became. I tried to unlock it, tried the time of entering the school and his birthday, but nothing was right.

Looking at the diary again, a thought of surprise flashed through my mind.The diary looks like it has been used for a long time, and there are some subtle marks on it, which make me terribly familiar.

"980519"

I read out a series of numbers unconsciously, holding the combination lock with my right hand, and sliding my thumbs on it one by one. After more than ten seconds, there was a "click", and the lock opened.

I was stunned.

It turns out that the password is really this string of numbers.

980519 is my birth date. At the beginning, I thought it was just a diary, and I would not take it out of the room, and no one would come to my room to be bored enough to look through the diary I wrote. Naturally, I did not design a complicated password. I was afraid of myself. If you don’t write it in the future, you will forget it, so use your birthday as the password directly.

But... why is Bemus's diary password my birthday?

Or is this diary really his?

I couldn't wait to open the diary, and the handwriting in it made me shudder.

This is my diary.

Every word on it is very familiar. I once sat at the desk at night and turned on the lamp, and wrote it by hand. At the end, there is a pattern I carefully drew. The color of the pattern filling represents my mood that day.

After I lost it that year, I searched for it for a while, but the room was turned upside down and I still couldn’t find it. If there were no traces of outsiders entering the room, I would almost think that a thief came in to steal my diary.

After the disappointment, I gradually let go of the incident and never thought about it again.

If I hadn't seen the diary again in Bemus' room at this time, I would never have known that my diary would be in his hands. I couldn't figure out why he was holding my diary.

I remember that I never showed him the diary at that time, could it be that he sneaked into my room and took it away?

No, he couldn't be bored enough to do such a thing.

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