[Bottle evil] I thought my male god liked me

Wu Xie did some mental construction for a while, and after taking two deep breaths, he opened the notebook again and turned to a new page. This time the content seemed to be much more normal.

As a result, the first sentence at the beginning of the article is another joke: "Boys who read the notes page by page in order will not be too unlucky."

Wu Xie silently decided to take back the preface, and gave herself a middle finger.

"Relax, you should have amnesia now, and there is a high probability that you have lost the memory of the past few years, and it will not have any impact on your daily life."

"You should still remember Poker Ping and Fatty Wang. They are your best friends. Now you are resting in a mountain village in Fujian. There are not many opportunities for a good start and a good end. Cherish it and stop Fatty Wang from dying."

"I can't say when you will remember it again, maybe it will recover in two days, maybe it will never recover again. I used to think that it was impossible for me to go back to the way I was before, but life is full of accidents, maybe God sees I'm going to make a fool of myself; maybe to give me a chance to die in peace; maybe I won't be able to use all these preparations, and I'll fail or succeed entirely. But anyway, I'll do it for every be prepared for the possibility.”

"It feels a little strange to say this, but when I realized that I might return to the past state due to amnesia, I really wanted to leave some things behind, such as life philosophy and life routines, so that I can slightly elevate your realm and pass some shortcuts , instead of realizing it after you get hurt yourself, just like parents treat children. When I look at myself in the past, I feel that I am just a child. But you and I both know that this method is useless to you. If God wants to Let me live again, then you can only walk the road you have walked and hit the wall you hit again, so that you can become me again."

"There's another possibility, you don't go my way again, you have an easier choice, forget some things, you have a chance to be a better person, and you don't have to be me."

"But I won't really leave. Even if the memory will never come back, the things I have experienced will not disappear. Your physical state and conditioned reflexes have changed. You won't lose your mind because you can't remember training. After living a very comfortable life, I couldn’t understand why I could do things that are far beyond human’s ability in the most difficult time, but when I faced the hopeless situation again I knew at the time that the most dangerous part of me would lie dormant with nowhere to go, but it would never go away. Your crazy obstinacy is inherent, it may not be stimulated, but it will always be there. Maybe someday in the future One day, when you’re stuck again and you’re cornered, I’m going to wake up and do things you couldn’t believe you could do, or crazy things.”

"I hope there is no such time. I hope that when it really comes, you don't hate me. After all, to be fair, I still have a lot of good things. You can read the book signed by Sekine on the desk and feel my spirit to the fullest. world."

Wu Xie put down the notes in his hand, and took a few other books on the desk to look through. They were all photography magazines and personal photography collections. Most of the photos in them were landscape photos, including vast and desolate deserts, deep and misty rainforests, The lights of thousands of families behind the lonely pedestrians.The photo was taken very tastefully, and it was accompanied by an essay written by the photographer with the pen name "Guan Gen". Wu Xie probably flipped through it, and felt that most of it was serious nonsense, and he made it up when he fooled foreigners to buy antique souvenirs. The routine of the story is similar, and there is a small part, just like in the notes, which is literary and convulsive.

Wu Xie put the photo album back, thinking that there was at least one point in his heart. After a few years, Wu Xie was right. He just poured chicken soup for his soul and said that life philosophy is useless. He will be very stubborn about things he is sure of. A person whose coffin hits the south wall without tears may not look back, but if this is not the case, many things will not happen.For example, when he was in Golmud, if he hadn’t chased the car with his life, and followed Aning and the others in a stern manner, he would not have entered the Kingdom of the Queen Mother of the West, would not have seen Chen Wenjin, had no chance to say goodbye to his third uncle, and would not have been able to retrieve the amnesiac oil bottle .

Oh, yes, thanks also to Poker Bottle for blocking the car door.

Now that Wu Xie knows that he is a normal (?) amnesiac, he has no burden in his heart. He neatly piled up Wu Xie's collection of photographs that looked vicissitudes and stories from a few years later, and pressed them on the stone sculpture. under the paperweight, and then picked up the notebook again.Intuition told him that the information left by himself after a few years was more than that.

Sure enough, after turning another page, what came into view was a page full of names, including family members, friends, and important associates, and there was an introduction behind each name, which clearly and concisely indicated their The relationship and getting along need attention.

Some people are the same as before, such as the parents, such as the fat man, some new considerations have been added to the notes, but their relationship has never changed.

Wu Xie also found that some people he knew had a different relationship.

For example, the first word after Xie Yuchen's name is "Super Iron", and there are three exclamation points, and there is a sentence "A man who can accompany you to ruin your family and go through life and death, but remember to cry a little bit when he comes to collect debts."Wu Xie watched, and couldn't help but smile when he remembered that Xiao Hua came to help him keep the place when he was pretending to be the third uncle.

It is understandable for Xiaohua to change from iron to super iron, but some things are beyond his imagination. For example, is this black blind man the black glasses he remembers?He only remembered that he was very skilled, and he was one of the few people he had ever seen who could be compared to Poker Ping, but he obviously had very little communication and friendship with this person, so why did he become a "devil master"?However, after a few years, I seemed to feel that I didn’t need to comment too much on this person. I said a few words that he was not a serious person but could be trusted, and then added a sentence “he will know about amnesia” at the end.

Why does he know, I don't even know how I lost my memory, okay?What kind of master, don't let me learn some evil things from him after a few years and ruin my brain...

There are also people he doesn't recognize, such as "Li Cu" and "Su Wan". What's more shameless is that Wu Xie wrote brazenly in his notes a few years later, "I still owe Li Cuo 10 yuan. I want to give it", this Su Wan noted that he is a "junior brother", and "he is a rich second-generation junior, so it is good to let him come to support the blind man".

Is this getting older and more stingy?Wu Xie thought anxiously, if he really learned something from the black blind man and ruined his brain, should he humanitarianly save this seemingly stupid and rich junior?

Wu Xie flipped through the fully written four-page list. He probably knew what he was thinking a few years later. If the amnesia lasted for too long, it would be impossible to hide it from everyone. It’s okay to let friends know, but For himself, the time is still ten years ago, but the relationship with other people has changed. He hopes that he can learn a new way of getting along faster.

But there is no stuffy oil bottle in the list.

Wu Xie turned another page. Before he saw the content, he noticed something was wrong. He lifted the book up and carefully looked at the binding of the pages. After touching the seam of the paper with his fingers, he could basically It is concluded that several sheets of paper have been torn off before this page.

What is so difficult to write?

"Zhang Qiling is not a god, he will be tired and need to rest."

"Zhang Qiling is not a stone, he has a heart."

"It's not that Zhang Qiling has no feelings, he just hasn't made friends."

"Although you are thousands of miles away from him, he doesn't despise you."

"The current Zhang Qiling still has a lot of little secrets, so I won't tell you, I won't tell you. But in fact, those things are not very important anymore. The important thing is that he is now more like a real person."

"The relatives of the Zhang family are too cheating, let them stay away."

"The medicine he made is too nasty, but it's useless to make trouble. You still have to take it. That kid's sense of oppression is too strong."

"But people really care about you, it's okay to make a fuss to vent your anger, don't be ignorant of good and evil."

"Even in Zhang Qiling's life, you will inevitably say goodbye early, but even if you pretend to be optimistic, don't be too sad. The company of ordinary people is too short for him, even if you use up your life, it is not enough. At least let this companionship be more enjoyable."

"So, it's okay, don't worry about it, and live well."

Wu Xie stared blankly at the message she had left, feeling a dull ache in her heart.

Damn, no wonder I went all out to chase Poker, it seems that I really like him.

Wu Xie raised her face, wanting to carefully recall the memory, when exactly did she fall in love with this stuffy oil bottle?I heard that there is a psychological phenomenon called the suspension bridge effect, which means that when people are in extreme danger, it is easy to mistakenly think that they have fallen in love with the people around them because of the surge of adrenaline hormone and rapid heartbeat.But there are so many people who have experienced danger together, why must it be boring?Because he is so good-looking?Because he is very mysterious?Because he saved himself so many times?

Maybe there are these reasons, maybe the fact is just the opposite. After he paid more and more attention to Zhang Qiling, Zhang Qiling's good looks became very good-looking, Zhang Qiling's mysterious and rough past became distressing, and he no longer wanted to be seen by others Zhang Qiling protected him, desperately trying to take him out of the Snake Swamp, out of the emerald veins, out of the ancient building of the Zhang family, trying to take him out of all the dark and cold places.

It was difficult for Wu Xie to clarify his thoughts, and now he only had one thought in his mind: the brave and fearless Wu Xie, after a few years, did a great job chasing Zhang Qiling!

Wu Xie let out a long breath. Now his heart is full, and he doesn't care about amnesia at all, but he still has to read the information he left. Wu Xie turned the notes again. .

That piece of paper was like a job report ppt, with a big line written on it: "So, what should we do next?"

Wu Xie twitched the corner of her mouth and turned another page.

There are only three answers -

"You should eat and sleep, strive for a good beginning and a good end, and live a long life."

"If you're upset, call this number xxxxxxxxxxxx, and scold that quack doctor for ruining my youth and killing my years. (ps. You don't owe him money, if he wants money, introduce him to be a male publicist!)"

"Doing good deeds without asking for reward."

TBC