[Bottle evil] I thought my male god liked me

Wu Xie didn't quite understand how he climbed to the roof amidst the fat man's urging, how he packed up the dried vegetables together in a daze, and finally climbed over the fence and followed the fat man back.

He himself has not lived for several decades, how come another decade has passed by closing and opening his eyes?

Fortunately, the fat man was immersed in his imagination about dinner and did not dwell on the previous topic.

Fatty is unwavering in his focus on food. Although he temporarily handed over the soup pot to Zhang Qiling in order to fight with the aunt next door, his desire to create delicious food is still burning. As soon as he returned, he went straight to the kitchen and took over with Zhang Qiling.

Wu Xie followed behind the fat man, and slowly walked into this small building that was unfamiliar to him. He looked around for a while, but he was a little surprised: Although it is a country house that is not very luxurious, this room is Obviously, it has been carefully arranged, and it is very comfortable at first glance, and everything is in line with my own wishes.Many details of the design have Wu Xie's own shadow, such an arrangement more or less makes Wu Xie feel at ease.

Wu Xie turned around, and just as he sat down at the table, he saw Zhang Qiling coming out of the kitchen holding a porcelain bowl. He put the porcelain bowl in front of Wu Xie, and signaled Wu Xie to drink it.

Wu Xie didn't hesitate much, picked up the bowl and put it to his mouth.

However, after taking a sip, his face wrinkled—the taste of this thing is really indescribable.

Theoretically speaking, this is a bowl of pear paste mixed with water, but this is by no means ordinary pear paste. At least a dozen kinds of herbs have been added to it. The bitterness of traditional Chinese medicine and the sweetness of pear paste are mixed together, and the taste is very sour and refreshing.Wu Xie felt that he had never taken such a nasty medicine.

Wu Xie wrinkled his face and swallowed a sip of the traditional Chinese medicine pear ointment water. He secretly rejoiced that although it tasted ridiculous, the smell was very light and not so disgusting, otherwise he would never have the courage to take a second sip of this stuff.The reason why he had to take a second sip was because Wu Xie thought of his bellows-like lungs when he coughed today, and it was also because Zhang Qiling gave him this stuff, and Wu Xie was about to be trained by his brother in the past few years It's a conditioned reflex, and obediently listening to my little brother has become an instinct - this is the desire to survive of Wu Xiaosan, who is said to be dead when opening a museum.

What's more, this thing can't be fat man's handwriting at first sight, and the herbal medicine plus pear paste, obviously can only come from the hands of the over-aged young man Poker Finger.Thinking of Zhang Qiling cooking traditional Chinese medicine and boiled pear ointment for his lungs, Wu Xie was so excited that he couldn't hold the bowl steady. He could only silently give praise to himself who was so tough a few years later that he chased after the oil bottle and still caught it.

After drinking the bowl of pear ointment with a sense of righteousness, Wu Xie put down the bowl, and saw Zhang Qiling sitting directly opposite him, looking at him indifferently with a probing look.This look is still a little familiar.

Wu Xie couldn't control himself for a while, and blurted out to ask: "Brother, what are you looking at, is there any monster behind me?"

Zhang Qiling seemed to be stunned for a moment, and it was only for a moment. He quickly looked away and stood up. While reaching for the empty bowl in front of Wu Xie, he asked calmly, "Another bowl?"

"No more, no more!" Wu Xie immediately shook her head like a rattle, showed a flattering smile at Zhang Qiling, and said pitifully, "I'll save some stomach for dinner, I won't drink anymore."

Zhang Qiling didn't insist, nodded, took a mobile phone from the cabinet beside him and handed it to Wu Xie, and said flatly, "You dropped it when you fell asleep during the day."

Wu Xie watched the phone being unplugged from the charger, and was so shocked that it was beyond words. After all, the mobile phone didn't fit well with Boyoufeng. I didn't expect Boyoufeng to know how to charge the phone!He stretched out his hands, took the phone in trepidation, and then was even more shocked——

What about buttons? ? ?

Zhang Qiling returned to the kitchen with the bowl in his hand. Fatty Wang, who was shaking the spoon in full swing, looked back and said casually, "Hey, why are you so obedient today, and you didn't cry, make trouble, and hang yourself?"

Zhang Qiling let out a "hmm", put down the empty bowl, and walked out quietly like a big cat.

The fat man sneaked a peek outside during the cooking break, and found that Pingzi was standing in the corner, observing Wu Xie in the living room.

It's good to be young, the fat man shook his head, and devoted himself to his cooking business again, thinking in his heart that seeing his affectionate posture, he should hide out tonight.

Over there, Wu Xie didn't realize that he was being watched at all, he was already shocked by this mobile phone with a screen all over his face!He poked all the movable buttons around the phone, and finally found that as long as the fingerprint was recognized, the phone would light up instantly.

He still had earphones plugged into his phone. Wu Xie guessed that he had fallen asleep listening to the music. Zhang Qiling didn't take off the earphones when he picked up the phone, but handed him the well-wound earphones together with the phone.

What Wu Xie didn't expect was that when the screen of the phone turned on, what appeared was not a music interface, but a call record. It was impressively displayed on it that his last call was at noon today, and it lasted four to ten minutes.

There was no note name on that number, and Wu Xie felt a little flustered in his heart: Boyoupin picked up the phone, did he see it?

Wu Xie tremblingly looked through the call records, and after looking through, his stomach sank: that number has been in contact with him frequently recently, and each call lasted at least 20 minutes. The key point is that there were several calls in the middle of the night of.Wu Xie, who had no notes, hid his head and tail, talked for an hour in the middle of the night, and originally wanted to fool himself with "business" or "friends", felt guilty when faced with these clues.

It's really beeping, Wu Xie a few years later, you are actually a scumbag who can cheat!

I caught myself raped, what should I do, urgent, wait online.

No one gave Wu Xie emotional counseling, so he could only scratch his hair and click on the text message, thinking that since there was a call, there might be clues in the text message.

However, a few years later, Wu Xie may have a strong sense of anti-investigation, and there is no text message related to that number, but there is one in the draft box that has not been sent successfully. Wu Xie hesitated for a second, and clicked on it.

This is a MMS message, and the content is only a photo, which is an ordinary notebook that has been opened.

When Wu Xie saw the photo, he was stunned for a moment, because the handwriting on it was very familiar. The thin gold body with iron and silver hooks was bold and bold, although it was a bit more decisive than the font in his impression. Cold, but there is no doubt that it is his own words.

And on this page, there is such a sentence: the first room on the left on the second floor, the desk, everything you want to know, is here.

This is the message that Wu Xie left to himself a few years later.

Wu Xie looked around, holding the mobile phone, and slipped up to the second floor like a thief.

In fact, he doesn't really understand why he is so cautious. It stands to reason that Fatty and Poker-Face are dead friends. It is not a big deal to tell them that he has lost his memory. It's a trend in their circle.He didn't say it at the beginning because he didn't understand what was going on, but now that he saw this mysterious message, his curiosity was like a Coca-Cola with mints thrown into it—it exploded.

This note was written to him by Wu Xie a few years later.

He was very sure, because there was a small mark on this note, which was the signature he used to leave when copying the rubbings, and no one except himself knew it.When a person wants to send a message, the signature left must not be an ID that no one else can find at all. The only person who can leave this signature can only be Wu Xie, and the only person who can recognize this signature can only be Wu Xie.

Wu Xie is sending a message to Wu Xie.

Wu Xie felt like a cat scratching his head, and couldn't wait to see what Wu Xie would leave behind for him after a few years. After all, he was a person who dared to pursue Zhang Qiling, and even if he succeeded in pursuing it, he seemed to have cheated. Mystery same man.

A few years later, Wu Xie's room did not have any temperament beyond his imagination, plain but pleasing to the eye, all kinds of objects were eye-catching, they were picked by themselves, and there was nothing wrong with them.

There was a notebook in a conspicuous place on the desk, just like the one in the photo, Wu Xie approached nervously, took the notebook in his hand, took a slow breath, and opened the title page.

Still the familiar thin golden body: "I know, you will come here and take my place, and the time is coming soon."

Wu Xie froze on the spot holding the notebook, what does this mean?

He just thought that he just lost his memory in an ordinary way, so why did he smell the conspiracy again now?Could it be that he is really time-traveling?Where did the original Wu Xie go?

Wu Xie turned to the second page: "Maybe this is fate, it has been doomed since the day I walked to Qinling."

Qinling!Wu Xie felt that the blood in his whole body was cold. He remembered the old itchy laughter in the dark and the cold bones in the corner, but there was something more frightening: what does this sentence mean?Replacement, Qin Ling, could it be, could it be that he is not human at all, he is just a manifestation of the real Wu Xie...something.

But what else can he be if he is not Wu Xie, he has Wu Xie's memory - although not complete, he also has Wu Xie's feelings, Wu Xie's habits, Wu Xie's minor problems, who else can he be besides Wu Xie ?

Wu Xie felt cold all over, and forced himself to turn to the next page. There was only one sentence on this page: "At this moment, what I want you to know is..."

Wu Xie continued to turn to the next page, a few large characters jumped up and down, almost flying out of the paper——

"The front is all teasing you, hahaha!"

Wu Xie could only feel a mouthful of old blood suffocating, he really wanted to travel through time, catch Wu Xie who was a few years later, and hang his head down to control the water inside.

What's the fun in teasing yourself!Assi!

TBC