Chapter 241

Chatting with that alien, I couldn't help but think that maybe he was just being polite.

He got two movie tickets, but he didn't want to waste one of them, so he took me with him.

It is very likely that, in my memory, my friend should be a stingy person.

I was stunned for a moment.

Suddenly, a big light came on on the podium where the movie was being played. The light was so bright white that it stung my eyes. Tears began to well up in my eyes, and I closed my eyes.

At the same time, a huge sound system was booming from the platform. My ears were buzzing and I couldn’t hear clearly what the people around me were saying.

"Let's ask a famous astronaut to tell us what he thought of this movie."

Suddenly a man stood up from the audience and shouted.

After this person shouted, all the audience started shouting, like an unstoppable wave, blood-red.

I forced myself to open my eyes and tried to cover my ears, but everything in front of me was still white and my ears were still the same, with only a buzzing sound.

But my friend took my hand and stood up. He put away his phone and whispered to me, "The person above asked you to speak."

I told him I didn't know what to say.

My friend told me to just say whatever is on your mind.

I said I don't remember what the movie was about, can you tell me?

My friend told me that the movie praises the arrival of aliens, and you just need to say whether you agree or not.

My friend took my hand away and I managed to stand still.

I used my free hand to press the armrest of the cinema chair next to me. My legs seemed to be shaking, but I didn't know why.

My mind is as unclear as my legs.

But under such circumstances, someone actually asked me to speak, and asked me to comment on something I don’t understand at all. I felt like the world had gone crazy.

I must have been crazy, because I actually answered them, according to what my friend said.

My friend only provided me with options. He did not mean for me to make a certain choice according to his ideas. In fact, I am not sure what he meant.

I don't quite remember what I said, but I know I was confused. I wanted to yell at them but there was no need. I wanted to praise them but I couldn't.

Because my vocabulary of praise is so poor.

I never thought this would be useful.

After leaving the theater, my friends said I passed out.

My friend took me to the hospital, and after the infusion, the hospital said they needed a bed to accommodate the next patient, so my friend took me home and put me in my own bed.

I was very grateful to my friend, I held his hand to thank him, but when I opened my eyes I felt that I could not see anything, I had not yet recovered, I thought maybe it was night time.

I didn't find it unusual.

My friend touched my head with his other hand and told me it was okay.

He also brought me a cup of warm milk with one hand and asked me to drink it to moisten my throat.

He even used his other hand to hold me against the head of the bed, and after I said I was scared, he held me in his arms.

His embrace was warm, just like the cup of hot milk he gave me.

But I became even more scared. I couldn’t realize what I was afraid of. It might be the darkness.

I huddled in my friend's arms, pressed tightly against him, and through his clothes I could hear his heart beating healthy and strong in his chest.

But I find it strange.

Is my friend really that healthy?

How do I have such healthy friends?

How did we meet?

I don't remember anything.

I asked my friend or maybe that's what I asked.

My friend patted my back tenderly and told me that we went to the same primary school when we were very young, so I met him and he became my deskmate and we have always been in the same class.

"We grew up together and have never been apart for a long, long time. It doesn't matter if you forget me, because no matter how many times you forget me, I can make you remember me.

If you don’t want to remember the past, we can also develop the future, and you and I can have a long, long conversation about what happened in our past without really remembering it. ”

My friend whispered in my ear.

I felt even more frightened.

I couldn't tell whether I fell asleep because I was too sleepy or too tired, or if I fainted from fear again.

When I woke up again, it was already the next morning.

The morning sun was very bright, and the birds were chirping on the branches. I thought it was a very good morning. I could even hear the singing of school students in the distance.

I got up from the bed and the bed board creaked and broke.

I left my bed carefully, as if someone would jump out of the closet next to my bed and kill me.

I looked at the ceiling and saw a black spider.

The spider had red patterns on its back. If I squinted, it looked like the spider had an eye on its back that was staring straight at me.

I knew it wasn't an eye.

I also knew that it wasn't a camera and it couldn't possibly convey my situation to my friend.

I smiled inwardly and walked to the window to look at the birds outside.

I thought I would see a sparrow, but I saw a small emerald green bird, which flapped its wings and turned light blue.

I suspected that I was seeing things, so I rubbed my eyes and looked outside again. There was no bird on the branch, not even a bird's feather.

He must be still dreaming or hasn't woken up yet.

I lay back on the bed and it made another noise.

I was in an awkward position on my bed because of the broken bed, my back was ringing, my bones were aching, and I finally realized that this was not a dream.

I got out of bed.

I opened the bedroom door and I saw my friend.

He said he was sorry for sending me back from the hospital yesterday and falling asleep at my house again without asking for my consent.

I expressed my understanding to him, because he was really tired. He must be exhausted from taking care of a friend like me. There was no problem for him to rest at my house, and I didn't blame him.

I smiled at him and he nodded as if he was satisfied with my answer. I don't know if my late response pleased him, but he was very nice to me.

But the way he was nice to me reminded me of a baby who couldn't move on his own.

I felt the fear again.

He understood my emotions and distanced himself from me. After we kept a certain distance, I returned to normal and expressed my gratitude to him. He smiled at me and said it was the right thing to do.

I shook my head and said to him, if it were someone else, he would definitely not be my friend, and if it were someone else, he would definitely not take care of me like you do.

Even good friends would get angry after hearing my request.

There was something strange on my friend's face.

He asked me, "Do you think I'm not a good enough friend?"

He seems to care about this.

It’s so strange, do my previous friends care about this so much?

No, did I really have friends before?

"You are great. I could never have a better friend."

I thought about it and realized that my friend's face looked very ugly during this period and was getting uglier and uglier. I was worried that he would pass out, so I quickly answered his question.

He smiled at me, but his expression wasn't very good.

He seemed dissatisfied with my answer, but I really didn't know how to tell him.

Along the way, he asked me carefully about my feelings towards him and what kind of friend I would be satisfied with.

I said he was fine and I was satisfied with him, but he didn't believe me.

I said I felt fine and he said I had been ill yesterday and I was speechless.

He suddenly laughed, as if the prank had worked, and he returned to normal and was no longer the depressed friend.

But I hope he doesn't suddenly develop high blood pressure, otherwise I really won't be able to bear it and will have to go to the hospital again.

Although I really wonder how I was able to get into my unit and work in this physical condition, and how I was able to keep my current position and continue to work.

But my friend here perhaps everything can be explained.

I don’t want to think about it anymore. If I continue thinking about it, I will have a headache, and headaches are not good. I don’t want a headache.

I convinced myself and I got the job with my friend.

We continued working as usual, there were no problems, and the day passed by.

Just when we were about to get off work, our boss suddenly asked us to hold a meeting.

We attended the meeting, and a colleague showed us a news screenshot from a display of images and asked us what we thought.

My scalp tingled because I was in that screenshot.

I don't know what happened. I was so nervous that I could hardly remember what happened.

I don't remember when that picture was taken.

I hope the meeting will not require me to speak.

But things did not go as planned.

My colleagues asked me what I was thinking about.

I said I didn't know.

My friend told me that the topic of discussion at the meeting was whether we should follow the public's opinion and drive the aliens away as soon as possible?

"Do we have the ability to repel aliens?"

"We are not sure yet whether we have that capability, but we now have an option.

We can allow everyone to communicate with aliens, and after the communication, the public may change their hostile attitude towards aliens. "

“That’s great.”

"Are you saying that you are in favor of opening up channels of communication between the public and aliens?"

"No, I think we should be more cautious."

"So you're saying we shouldn't open up channels of communication between the public and aliens?"

"That's about it."

I nodded in response.

My colleague asked me to sit down.