dramatic death

Tiny light particles condensed in mid-air, and on the communication interface displayed on the light screen, the newly added contacts were still on the unsaved interface, as if they could be deleted by the owner of the terminal at any time.

Yin Tong looked at the word "An Qi" on the light screen, which was in front of a string of unfamiliar numbers, and the detailed information that should have been automatically loaded by the terminal database was blank, as if the life belonging to this name had just started. start.

— like a newborn baby.

Yin Tong huddled in a corner of the bathtub, leaning on his knees and thinking.

——Perhaps mysterious people always have some distinctive characteristics.

He couldn't guess how An Qi opened his terminal with a kiss, and he couldn't guess what the other party was thinking, but these questions were not important for the time being, at least for now, he only needed an answer.

An answer that determines what he should do next.

So he raised his hand and swipe the string of numbers on the screen to the "Call" interface.

The ringtone of the phone repeated "beep" for a few rounds and then merged into a blur of air currents. The background of the call was a study room with warm lights on, and An Qi was sitting on the soft sofa opposite the screen.

This distance is a bit far, it looks like someone is holding a mobile terminal to record.

An Qi sat upright, with a notebook on her lap, her hands crossed on the crimson cover.He was not wearing a bondage suit, but a black turtleneck sweater. Under the soft bangs was a pair of lightweight rimless glasses, vaguely outlining those smoky gray eyes, which still looked the same as before. The appearance of a good boy.

The moment the communication was connected, he looked a little surprised. After a moment of stunned, he swam his eyes to avoid the light screen, shrank his pale fingers, and pressed his lips to cover an uncomfortable light cough.

"Sorry," An Qi said, "I may not be able to stand this kind of test."

--test?

Yin Tong looked at his reddish ears, with an embarrassed expression as if he saw something disturbing.He belatedly remembered that he was still sitting in the bathtub naked, even though the water was as high as his knees, but from An Qi's point of view, it probably looked like a small restricted-rated movie that was trying to cover up.

"Will you be shy?" He suddenly felt a little funny, and even deliberately kneeled in the bathtub, exposing most of his body in front of the camera, "Isn't that why you came here?"

"What?" An Qi was stunned for a moment, and his face turned red immediately, "No, how could I, I mean," he took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, frowning slightly showing a look of helplessness "I didn't visit you because of this kind of thinking, really not, me, Tongtong, what do you think of me..."

Yin Tong curled up in the bathtub and laughed into a ball: "Why do you miss you? Why do I miss you when I have nothing to do?"

He said this a bit casually, it sounded like a harmless joke.But An Qi stopped talking, Yin Tong thought he would throw the joke back, but he just sat on the sofa frowning, pursed his lips, and couldn't even hold back the smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Sorry," An Qi apologized softly.As if he didn't know what to say, he opened his mouth, then drooped his eyelashes in silence.

The atmosphere was stagnant.

Yintong thinks he is not a talkative person. In his daily life away from work, he can rarely find any topics to chat with to make people happy.During the period when he was just picked up by Christie, he even tried to communicate with his eyes, so that when he spoke again, he couldn't express his words, and was ridiculed by Christie as "like a poor-quality translator".

So when An Qi took the initiative to end the topic, he couldn't even find a reason to speak again.

In dealing with people, he is indeed far from Christie's standard of "long-sleeved and good at dancing" by more than one street.

Thinking of Christie, Yin Tong felt a dull pain in his temple again.

He moved his slightly cool fingers, and stretched out his hand to stroke the wet bangs to the back of his head.The warm and hot water soaked his stiff body, Yin Tong thought for a while, then lowered his eyes and asked: "Then why did you come here?"

An Qi pursed her lower lip, and shyly took off her eyes hidden under her bangs.

The distance between him and the light screen itself is not close, but taking off his glasses allows Yin Tong to see those clear eyes clearly.He said, "I just wanted to see you. When I woke up more than two years ago, all I could remember was you."

"You lost your memory too?" Yin Tong smiled, "Is this a buy one get one free promotion sale? Amnesia is also contagious?"

An Qi frowned and shook his head, looking troubled by Yin Tong's teasing: "I don't know, my memory is messed up," he smiled helplessly, "I thought for a long time that my name was 'Yin Tong', I only remember this name, and I don't believe anyone who persuades me."

"Then why did you believe it later?" Yin Tong asked.

An Qi shrank his fingers resting on the notebook, his face turned red, and he looked as if he was about to shrink back in shame: "I found a diary."

Yin Tong blinked, and probably understood what the little boy meant.He wanted to say that he lost his memory at the beginning, and later found a diary, which recorded everything he experienced in school, and the other protagonist in it—the "instructor" should be "Yintong" myself.

He sent a letter to Yintong out of a desire to seek a sense of commonality—he wanted to confirm whether the things he wrote in his diary were true, and whether "Yintong" was a living person.

——But it's a pity.

Yintong thought.

—I also lost my memory.

They are also people with amnesia at the end of the world, so they must not know each other when they meet.An Qi probably discovered Yintong's bad state on the way to send the letter, so he planned to go into battle and explore the past experience independently.

However, he did not expect that another person beside Yintong seemed to have a bad impression of him.

Yin Tong "tsk" twice in his heart, thinking that this is not a bit bad, Christie obviously wants to chop off An Qi's little head, and hang him on the tower to face the audience.

——But why does Christie "resent" An Qi?

Yintong thought.

— and the question comes back: "What the hell is Christie hiding?"

After she picked up Yintong from the garbage dump in the abandoned capital three years ago, she seemed to be afraid of something all the time.She didn't want Yintong to have hallucinations, and there was no way to cure his illness. Like an old man who deceived himself, she even tried to use Baita's medicine to erase his personal consciousness.

——She seemed to be avoiding something.

Yintong thought.

——Why did Christie come to Waste City to find me in the first place?How did she know I was buried under the dump?

——Why was I buried in that kind of place? What happened three years ago?

Maybe it was because of sitting for too long, Yin Tong began to feel that his arms hanging on the edge of the bathtub were slightly cold.He flinched, turned up the water temperature in the bathtub, moved the light screen away, and adjusted the shooting angle to a farther place.

On the opposite side of the light screen, An Qi was still sitting on the sofa, with his head drooping, his slender neck outlined by his warm yellow hair, he looked like a large, well-behaved dog.

——In Christie's eyes, am I also such a good boy?

Yin Tong suddenly had such an idea.

——That's why she thought I couldn't know anything, didn't need to know anything, and didn't know anything.

—She always thought I didn't know anything.

He suddenly laughed, and vaguely understood why Christie has always been so authoritarian—the little girl always thought that he was the poor little guy who was just dug out of the garbage dump in the abandoned city back then. Needs to be looked after.

She is used to this kind of care.

She has been trembling for so many years, and she has long been used to worrying about it.

Yin Tong looked at the young man with his head hanging on the other side of the light screen, and wiped the water off his face with a smile.He felt like he was facing a menopausal old mother, even though she looked like a petite and cute underage.

He figured he should talk to Christie, preferably in a mutually acceptable way.However, there is a prerequisite for this plan, that is, he must know, clearly understand what Christie is hiding.

He needs to have a certain right to speak.

Yin Tong blinked his eyes, entangled his fingers unconsciously under the water, suddenly realized something when he raised his head, lowered his eyes and asked softly: "An Qi, do you know what Christie is hiding?"

Opposite the light screen, the blond young man moved his gaze to him.

In the narrow study room, the lights were dim, An Qi sat on the sofa, his eyes were clear and his back was straight, looking like a simple child.There was not much expression on his face, and his folded hands were always on the cover of the notebook. This was the first time he looked at Yin Tong tonight, without the slightest evasion or shyness, only showing a bit of the right topic helpless and bewildered.

He doesn't seem surprised by the name "Christie", maybe expects it, maybe doesn't know it.

He seemed to be waiting for Yintong's next sentence.

"I mean," Yintong reorganized the words on the tip of his tongue, "do you know what Christie is doing now?"

The ceiling light in the bathroom suddenly flickered.

Just like the aftermath of the power failure just now, a small crack appeared on the call interface on the light screen.The smooth sand floating in midair poured down continuously, like a shattered hourglass.Yin Tong dipped his arms in the water, crossed his knees, rested his head on his knees, and looked up at the young man opposite the light screen.

He didn't close the call, but even turned on the screen recording function of the communication interface, trying to capture every expression of An Qi.Fortunately, the fault lasted only a few seconds, and the signal returned to normal when the screen recording function started to operate.

Yin Tong blinked, then asked: "Do you know what happened on May 5 two years ago?"

An Qi didn't speak, Yin Tong looked at his pair of slender eyelashes trembling slightly, then smiled suddenly.

He said, "You know."

"You say you have amnesia, so you don't know what happened in the past. But you know what happened on May 5th because it happened after you woke up."

"You said, you will tell me what I want to know."

"I want to know," Yin Tong looked at the slightly pale young man on the other side of the light screen, "If you haven't figured out how to speak, then I'll say it first."