Chapter 90: Like an Old Friend Returning (10) Like a dream, like dewdrops, like a dream, like a bubble...
Zhang Deng pretended to be calm and closed the document.
Wei Yuanye sat beside him, Zhang Deng turned around to look at him, and asked, "Are you not going to write anymore?"
Zhang Deng unconsciously hugged his shoulders, then relaxed them and said, "I'm so tired. Let's stop here today."
"Okay," Wei Yuanye said, "Let's go to bed."
Zhang Deng felt somewhat absent-minded, and even after taking a shower and going to bed, he still had a chill in his heart.
Zhang Deng recalled the experience when Chi Xiaoxia made a mistake in operation and brought them to a higher-dimensional world.
He couldn't believe that all this was true. Perhaps these things were just the wishful thinking of a creator. Bufa was just a character he made up. The reason why he had never thought about what he said was just because of his subconscious. Perhaps he had thought about things like words and space, and expressed them at this moment.
Maybe... maybe, Zhang Deng tossed and turned, thinking about many maybes, and slowly his mind calmed down. Yes, this didn't seem like reality, but more like a setting he wrote.
Zhang Deng also couldn't bear the consequences if this wasn't a setting.
That means there is a person in a higher dimension who connects with him through words. Why does he do that?
Is it because he once entered the World Tree, but was an extra staff member of the World Tree, he had experienced traveling in two worlds, but lost all his memories, is he special enough, special enough to be inspired to complete a certain task.
What is that mission?
Zhang Deng felt that if these were true, then the person behind it must not be doing it for him, but for Wei Yuanye.
Zhang Deng simply didn't dare to think about it anymore. It was too terrifying, too out of control. He decided not to live this out-of-control life.
He didn't want to affect Wei Yuanye's future and life, nor did he want to become Wei Yuanye's Achilles' heel.
I stayed awake with the lights on until three in the morning, when I finally let go of my guard and fell into a deep sleep while touching Xiaomi's belly.
On April nights, a chilly wind occasionally blows.
In the night, the stars and the moon are silent, a few cars pass by downstairs, and in the neon city, there are still many people who have not slept.
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The next day, when Zhang Deng woke up, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.
Wei Yuanye came back from morning exercise and was fiddling with something at the table. The breakfast he bought was placed on the coffee table.
Zhang Deng's voice was a little hoarse, and he asked, "What are you doing?"
When Xiao Mi saw that he woke up, she quickly came over to rub against him. Zhang Deng had almost forgotten the feeling of waking up with a cat by his side. She quickly touched him twice. Zhang Deng was surprised at his own recovery ability, as if all his worries had disappeared after a good sleep.
Sleep has such magical powers. Zhang Deng stretched himself and went downstairs to see Wei Yuanye fiddling with the communicator.
Zhang Deng asked, "Is it broken?"
"No," Wei Yuanye said, "I heard there's a new function that can locate the recipients."
"Is it so miraculous?" Zhang Deng said, "Life is getting better."
Wei Yuanye said, "Location to this city proves that the recipient is indeed very close."
"I was wondering," Zhang Deng had actually been suspicious for a while, but only said it now, "Is it Hu Ningning?"
Wei Yuanye: “Very similar.”
"She's quite sick," Wei Yuanye said, "and that fits the description."
Wei Yuanye said: "Didn't she contact you?"
"No," Zhang Deng said, "She probably doesn't have time to deal with me, right?"
Wei Yuanye put away the communicator: "Try to find her."
Zhang Deng called Hu Ningning, who sounded completely sleepy and said irritably, "Brother, it's already—oh, eleven o'clock in the morning."
Zhang Deng asked, "Would you like to have breakfast?"
"You can have dinner." Hu Ningning said, still half asleep, "Don't contact me so early."
Zhang Deng said, "Open the door, I've brought you breakfast."
Hu Ningning: “…”
When Hu Ningning opened the door with her afro, she saw Zhang Deng standing outside like a happy puppy, holding soy milk, fried dough sticks, and pancakes, waving at her. Wei Yuanye was holding a cat in his arms, and the little cat meowed inside.
Hu Ningning seemed to have seen it wrong. She paused for a long time and asked, "What are you doing?"
Zhang Deng walked into the room without saying anything and said, "I want to play with you."
Wei Yuanye let Xiao Mi out, and Xiao Mi began to patrol her territory naturally as if she had returned home. The ragdoll heard their voices and ran out, sniffed Xiao Mi's nose, and Xiao Mi punched it.
Hu Ningning lay on the sofa and collapsed: "I didn't go to bed until three o'clock last night."
"Who isn't?" Zhang Deng also said.
Hu Ningning: "I drank, did you drink too?"
Zhang Deng: "Who did you drink with?"
"A man."
Zhang Deng actually felt somewhat relieved. Hu Ningning looked at him and asked, "Why don't you ask who it is?"
Zhang Deng said, "At least one."
“As long as there aren’t too many, that’s fine.”
Hu Ningning smiled speechlessly and said, "You are really sick."
"I saw the marketing account's message," Hu Ningning said, "Did you like He Xiaoqiu's post?"
Hu Ningning fiddled with her phone, scrolling through videos while saying, "They all say He Xiaoqiu is hyping himself up, and that guy seems to have a wife."
Zhang Deng: "He said he was going back to China."
"Yeah," Hu Ningning said, as if she had expected this. "The purpose of hype is to return to China and make money."
"Wait a minute," Hu Ningning suddenly realized, "He said? Are you two still in touch?"
Zhang Deng: "Ah, we chatted about it last night."
Hu Ningning: "What did he say?"
Zhang Deng: "Just say you're going back to your country."
"He's sick," Hu Ningning said, "or you're sick, why are you still bothering him?"
Zhang Deng didn't know what to say. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that he didn't hate He Xiaoqiu that much.
"You're not going to want to be friends with him, are you?" Hu Ningning asked. "You'll be cursed to death online. He came back to tell you this time, and he must be trying to hype you up. Be careful, he might trick you."
Zhang Deng hadn't thought about it that much. He asked doubtfully, "Is that so?"
He didn't know what to think of He Xiaoqiu, because He Xiaoqiu was indeed the person who could do these things.
Hu Ningning said, "Liu Yan has been doing pretty well lately. He started his own chain store and recently secured financing. He's doing incredibly well, and many people are rushing to curry favor with him. I guess He Xiaoqiu is also eager to get involved."
Zhang Deng didn't feel anything when he heard the news.
Liu Yan is living a good life. If it were in the past, he would definitely be happy for Liu Yan, but now it seems that it doesn't matter. Liu Yan is indeed a man with some vision and courage. With the endorsement of his family, it is estimated that no matter how he lives, he will not do too badly. It is only a matter of time before he reaches this point today.
Zhang Deng was not jealous of others' good lives, but he felt that He Xiaoqiu might really be angry to death.
Many times he felt that He Xiaoqiu was the person with the most bad qualities in the world, an exquisite doll filled with jealousy, greed, irritability and other emotions. He was carried forward by these emotions and was not allowed to retreat. His life was fragile and could not withstand any setbacks or blows.
However, it is precisely because He Xiaoqiu is so thoroughly vulgar that he can attract many people to follow him enthusiastically.
Zhang Deng gestured to Wei Yuanye to look at the communicator. Wei Yuanye gave him a look, indicating that he could rest assured.
Zhang Deng is of course relieved, so why should Wei Yuanye be worried?
Hu Ningning ate a set of pancakes and analyzed the current situation with Zhang Deng. Seeing that Zhang Deng was still not ready to leave, she couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Then you guys come play with me this afternoon."
"Where are you going?" Zhang Deng asked.
Hu Ningning: "We, the second generation of rich people, want to indulge in some extravagance and debauchery, and we're in need of a few men. You two can pretend to be us."
Zhang Deng said, "Excuse me, I don't understand. Aren't we men?"
Hu Ningning: "Gays are a different story."
"Oh, okay." Zhang Deng said and was about to hug the cat.
Hu Ningning said, "I'm already being very kind by tolerating couples drinking with us. You still want to take care of the children?"
Zhang Deng said, "What about Xiao Mi?"
"Will it be bullied in my house?" Hu Ningning asked.
Zhang Deng immediately figured it out: "Let's go."
Hu Ningning couldn't stand Zhang Deng any longer: "You smell too much like my mother."
"Thank you," Zhang Deng took it as a compliment. "Everyone really thinks I have a strong sense of responsibility."
Hu Ningning rolled his eyes.
Their extravagant and licentious place was a coffee shop, which surprised Zhang Deng. It was said that this coffee shop was opened by one of the girls. Five girls came that afternoon, each of them very beautiful. As they sat down at the table, the whole room was lit up, fragrant and bright. Zhang Deng was almost dazzled by the beauty and wealth of the girls.
But it was also very noisy. Zhang Deng sat down at the table and began to accept sharp comments, as if a hundred birds were circling above his head.
"So handsome," the girl with wavy flaxen hair commented on Wei Yuanye and Zhang Deng. "Hu Ningning, are these the two friends you were talking about?"
Hu Ningning acted calmly: "Are you okay? Are you handsome?"
"Don't give me that," the girl said, "You always say you're so handsome."
Zhang Deng: “……………………”
Hu Ningning felt somewhat embarrassed and coughed, "Could you please not be so vulgar in front of a writer?"
Zhang Deng asked, "Writer? Who?"
Everyone laughed, and Zhang Deng realized that he was the one being talked about. He had no choice but to pretend that he was really telling a joke.
The waiter handed over a menu, and the girl handed it to Zhang Deng and said, "I like your hairstyle."
"Thank you," Zhang Deng looked up and asked the waiter, "What's your specialty here? Any recommendations?"
The waiter's hair was a bit long, and his appearance and age didn't quite match this cafe. He looked a bit unkempt, but his appearance wasn't bad at all. He was stunned by the question and said, "The coffee is good."
What kind of answer was that? It was the same as not saying anything at all, but Zhang Deng was stunned for a moment.
He looked up at the man again, frowning slightly. The man thought he was dissatisfied. Not only did the man think so, but everyone else wondered what was wrong with Zhang Deng. One girl said, "This is a new employee we hired. I'm not very familiar with him yet."
"No..." Zhang Deng said, "You..."
The man felt a little embarrassed by his gaze and reached out to lift his hair. Zhang Deng noticed that he had a scar on his wrist.
Lighting up the lights gives me a soul-shaking feeling, but it only lasts for a moment.
"It's okay," Zhang Deng extended his hand to apologize, "I recognized the wrong person."
The man smiled and said, "You look familiar to me."
To anyone, this was a joke, but Zhang Deng said seriously, "Really?"
Man: “Yeah.”
Zhang Deng asked, "What's your name?"
The shopkeeper girl next to him said, "Dong Yu."
"What a coincidence," the girl said to Hu Ningning, "this person was introduced by your ex-boyfriend."
Hu Ningning remembered: "Oh, that time you said you were short of people."
After Dong Yu left, the girl looked at his back and whispered, "I stayed because I felt sorry for him. Did you see his wrist?"
Except for Zhang Deng, no one noticed this person, and of course no one saw him.
The girl said, “I cut my wrists.”
Hu Ningning asked, "What's going on?"
"I don't know," the girl said. "I didn't dare ask. Your ex-boyfriend didn't tell me that this person was like that."
"Huh," Hu Ningning said, "I feel like I've heard of this before."
Seeing Zhang Deng and Wei Yuanye both looking bewildered, she asked, "Have you two asked about this person?"
Zhang Deng had no idea what was going on. “What?”
Hu Ningning was even more puzzled: "Isn't it you?"
"No," Hu Ningning remembered completely, "It was when you first came back. That time you asked Tong Ying if there was a crazy person in their unit. Later you said that person's name was Dong Yu, and asked Tong Ying to find him."
Zhang Deng seemed to be listening to someone else's story.
Wei Yuanye asked: "And then?"
Hu Ningning said, "Isn't that right? He found it for you, and you even arranged a job for him, didn't you?"
Zhang Deng said: "Then..."
His brain was a little tangled, and it took him a long time to react: "Is this person here because of me?"
"Who are you asking?" Hu Ningning said, "Have you lost your memory?"
Yes, Zhang Deng thought.
I had lost my memory.
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