Bring home the Infinite World Boss

After a few days of Yin Shen's peaceful life, he quickly adapted to the current life and re-acquainted with important friends around him, Sheng Yan, Mu Chengye, Zhuo Yi's new girlfriend Wu Yi, and Wu Yi's Sister Wu Huan.

It's just that Wu Huan, when he looked at him, always couldn't explain what he said, and often hesitated to speak, showing a regretful expression.

But Yin Shen has never been able to find that special person.

He is very strange, no matter how you look at it, it is the person who has lived in his house for a long time, but how can he hide it so thoroughly?Could it be that he abandoned him while he was ill for two months?

I also secretly inquired with my friends, but there is no such person.

This made Yin Shen very upset.

However, his time was very full. After Yunliang knew these things, he listed him as the key focus of Penglai clubhouse.

When Yin Shen was taken to the Penglai Club for the first time after his return, he stood at the door and frowned, asking his companion in a low voice if it was not a good idea to come to such a place in broad daylight.

Zhuo Yizhi heard this and said: "Don't talk."

And Wu Huan heard it accidentally, and said with a smile: "It's even worse if you come at night."

It is also said that Mu Cheng has come to the Penglai clubhouse to help.Although very reluctant, the relationship between the two brothers is slowly repairing.

It's just that Yun Liang was helpless about Yin Shen's matter, he arranged two hypnosis for Yin Shen.But aside from the lack of effect, the psychologist in charge of the evaluation also said that Yin Shen's mental state was very healthy, even higher than the scores of all the people in the Penglai clubhouse.

Of course high, after all, he has turned back into a normal person who has not felt the pressure of death.

"Since this is the case, we can only wait a month later, when we enter the second world, to see if there is a turnaround," Yun Liang said, "I will find a way to go with you next time."

And Yin Shen is more curious than uneasy about the world he is about to enter. Whenever he has time, he goes to the Penglai clubhouse to read materials, or pulls veteran player Mu Chengye to ask questions. He has already regarded this place as a library.

But suddenly one day, he received a call from the dean's cell phone number, and it was the dean's daughter who spoke after connecting. She asked Yin Shen to come to the hospital again when he was free.

Yin Shen was inexplicable at the time, but later learned from Zhuo Yizhu that the dean was seriously ill at one time, and what he said on the phone just now was ambiguous, and the two of them thought together that something might be wrong, so they rushed to the hospital immediately.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the ward, he saw the old dean sitting on the bed hale and hearty, and had just finished half a bowl of porridge.

"Hey? Xiaoshen! And..." He squinted his eyes for a while, then clapped his hands and said, "Little sign! Come, come, sit, sit!"

Yin Shen glanced at Zhuo Yizhu, who still looked like a half-patient, and he was equally dumbfounded.

"You...you seem to be in good spirits, it's really... great..." Yin Shen was so happy that he stumbled while speaking.

At this time, the dean's daughter also came back, and she said, "You guys came so fast."

The dean blew his beard and looked at his daughter: "Did you ask them to come?"

"Yes, people are worried about you. It would be nice to make people feel relieved earlier."

The dean said: "Didn't I say that I will get better when I am healthy!"

It seems to be really all right.But what Yin Shen heard was that he was terminally ill, and he had been notified of critical illness two months ago.

"Speaking of which, I don't know if Yin Shen's paintings aroused father's desire to survive," said the dean's daughter, "After you came that time, although father's condition has been bad, suddenly one day, his All the indicators suddenly started to improve, even the doctor wondered why, and almost took my father away for research."

"Painting?" Yin Shen repeated.

Angrily, the old dean took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and said, "Even if I hang my last breath, I must tell you, Yin Shen, look at you, what is this painting! It's too ugly, too ugly!"

He unfolded the drawing paper for everyone to see, but took it back when Yin Shen tried to get it, stuffed it back into his clothes, and said: "This is your - in the words of you young people - black history, Let me keep it for you."

Yin Shen pursed his lips and smiled. He glanced at it. Although he didn't want to admit it, he could still see that it was done by himself. It was quite ugly. The ballpoint pen drew it casually, and the lines were all crooked. A hundred years also want to take out a picture of Tucao.

"I... I will seriously draw a picture next time, really, I promise." Yin Shen said with a smile.

"Don't stand still," said the dean's daughter, "sit down for a while. The doctor said, observe for a few more days, and you can leave the hospital if there is nothing wrong."

But the old dean said that she made a big fuss, saying that she had nothing to do.

After Yin Shen and Yin Shen left the hospital, Zhuo Yizhuo reminded Yin Shen: "I went to the nurse to see the medical records. The director, he started to recover almost when you came back from the second world."

Yin Shen was taken aback, his heart softened, and he said, "I remember you said that in that world, wishes can come true?"

"Yes, Yin Shen, you are amazing. Your wish in that world must have been to restore the dean to health."

Zhuo Yizhi said that he also thought about it, but he didn't know if his wish was not strong enough to be realized.

"Maybe," Yin Shen said, "In this way, I'm starting to look forward to the second world."

He also has a selfish intention, the person he wants to find, he thinks, if he can't find it in reality, will he meet him in the second world?

He unconsciously clenched his wrists, feeling the warmth in his palms.

Promised the dean to paint a good portrait, Yin Shen has always been a person who will do what he says, although he is not good at it, he still practiced repeatedly.

But for some reason, those portraits that he copied are not bad, but the few portraits he freely played, the brows are always similar, and they look indescribably familiar, as if... they were painted according to someone's face like.

But he had clearly never seen this face before.

Yin Shen thought for a while, then finally shook his head, rinsed his brush, and continued to paint the dean.

In the process of gradually completing the drawing, Yin Shen visited the dean several times. He regained some of the feelings he had when he was a child. Whenever he felt lonely and sad, he would secretly run to the dean's side, with a small face down. Playing with the dean's legs for a while, it's like charging.

It's just that now, Yin Shen has grown up, and he can no longer act like a baby like he was when he was a child.Even his emotions are more restrained than ordinary people, but the old dean who is familiar with him can still see the clue at a glance.

But he is getting older, and Yin Shen is no longer a child. The dean sees it in his eyes, but he knows in his heart that the emotions of adults can only be digested by himself.

"I suddenly remembered some pictures."

One afternoon, the dean, who was basking in the sun in the courtyard of the orphanage, looked at Yin Shen and said.

"Huh?" Yin Shen ended his daze, tilted his head and asked in confusion, "What?"

"You look calm and dazed now, as if the whole world has nothing to do with you, and you seem to have a panoramic view of the whole world," the old dean said with a blank gaze, "It reminds me of how you were when you first came to the orphanage. "

"Didn't I just be born then?"

"Yeah, it's not as long as an arm, but your eyes are exactly what I just said."

Yin Shen thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Dean, you must be confused."

Of course he doesn't remember the situation when he was just born, but anyone who hears the dean's description will shake his head and smile. It's just a baby, who can't even see the colors completely, so how can he show such unpredictable eyes.

The dean himself is also an artist, and the memory corrected by the artist's years always tends to show a bit of absurd and romantic color.

"Still can't remember anything?" the dean asked him again.

Yin Shen shook his head, and after a while, he said: "I have read many cases of short-term amnesia, some of them are pathological, the wound heals, and the congestion disappears, and the memory will slowly come back, some are psychological, and the affected If you want to escape from the stimulation, you can find it if you recover slowly through hypnosis.

But I have no physical scars, no psychological trauma, clean, as if washed by water inexplicably, once the sewage is splashed, the heavenly king and Laozi will not be able to take it back. "

When he said this, he was so calm that he didn't seem to be talking about his own business.

The dean thought for a while and said, "There is nothing wrong with forgetting. Your life is so long, and you only lost two years. What's more, when people get old, they will gradually lose their memory of the past few decades. Still have a good time."

"Yes," Yin said with a deep smile, "it's better if you think about it."

"Then tell me, what can't you think about?"

"It's not that it's so serious, it's just..." Yin Shen frowned and said, "It's just that I'm always worried that I forget something important, such as whether someone will wait for me to do something, whether someone will wait for me Go help him, go save him..."

"Then you don't need to think about it anymore," said the dean, "If such things really happen, it will be almost a month since you came back, and the people waiting for you to save must have been reincarnated. What are you still thinking about?"

The corner of Yin Shen's mouth twitched, but that's the truth.

He sighed.If there are such things and such a person, then I can only be sorry.

"Yes, your old man lives a transparent life."

Yin Shen got up to collect the parasol.

The dean said: "What do you do?"

"The doctor said you can't blow the wind for too long, let's go, go into the house."

When the dean got up, his coat fell on the ground, and the wallet slipped out of his pocket. The dean didn't notice it himself. Yin Shen helped him into the room and came back to pick up things.

The wallet was open and clasped on the ground. As soon as he picked it up, he saw the "black history" of his ballpoint pen. He didn't expect that the dean put it in the wallet.

The rough paper had been flattened, and when Yin Shen accidentally touched the paper, he felt a little moved in his heart.

That sudden, inexplicable vibration.

It was as if what the fingertips were touching was not the paper, but another person's hand holding the same paper.

He even felt that the other party was holding the paper with his index finger and middle finger, and handed it to him again.

He, Yin Shen, was in a daze for a while, until the aunt of the orphanage called him in the room, and then he leisurely raised his gaze.

It's not that he "remembered" anything, he was sure, it was just that he felt something at that moment.