Chapter 75 Chapter 75 Dog-Headed Military Advisor

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It's stormy outside, but the house is quiet and cozy. If you ignore the hazards brought by heavy rain, the feeling of staying at home on a rainy day is quite good.

Unfortunately, the electronic novel cached in the mobile phone had already turned to the last page. Zheng Yijie reluctantly got up from the bed, holding the mobile phone and knocking on Gu Mengran's door in his slippers.

Five minutes passed in a flash, the door was not opened, and there was no movement in the house.

Not sure if anyone was in the room, Zheng Yijie didn't dare to push the door open and walked in. He turned around and strolled to the living room.

The old man was the only one in the living room. He was lying on the sofa with a tablet in his arms, grinning. You didn't need to approach Zheng Yijie to know what he was looking at because the noise was really loud. The sound of the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law arguing echoed throughout the living room.

"Grandpa Meng, Grandpa Meng!"

I called him several times, but the old man didn't respond.

Zheng Yijie sighed helplessly, walked up quickly and patted the old man on the shoulder, which brought the old man back to his senses from his indulgence in the family ethics drama.

He was so absorbed in watching that he turned around and saw Zheng Yijie coming. The old man decisively patted the sofa beside him and warmly invited him: "Sit down, sit here and watch. Let me tell you, these two mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are very interesting. They..."

The old man talked about the prospects in a self-centered way. Zheng Yijie: ...

Does he look like he would watch a family ethics drama?!

The old man talked more frequently than the rain outside the window, and Zheng Yijie couldn't get a word in at all.

It was probably evening by the time he finished speaking. Zheng Yijie took a deep breath and whispered to his grandfather: "Master Meng! I'm looking for Gu Mengran. Where is he?"

The shout startled Meng Gaoyang. He punched Zheng Yijie on the thigh and glared at him with a gloomy face, "Are you still drunk? Go find Gu Mengran if you want to, why are you yelling so loudly!"

"If I don't yell at you, you'll ignore me." Zheng Yijie rubbed his thigh with an innocent look on his face.

The old man was too lazy to pay attention to him and waved his hands impatiently, "Go away, go away if you don't want to see it, and don't nag me here."

"No, you tell me first--"

"It's next to the cab. Go find it."

Zheng Yijie was stunned for a moment. "Isn't the warehouse next to the driver's room an empty room? What is he doing there?"

The old man said: "You can see for yourself. I don't know."

Zheng Yijie said "Oh" and turned back, but just as he was about to leave the living room, the old man who was obsessed with family ethics dramas suddenly called him again.

He turned around blankly and saw the old man smiling and giving him a meaningful look, "It's best not to touch the mold if you don't have anything to do."

"What do you mean?" Zheng Yijie asked curiously.

The old man lowered his head to watch the show and ignored him.

These words made Zheng Yijie uneasy. He came to the warehouse door with doubts in his mind, and he was a little confused about whether he should knock on the door.

I have finished reading the novel. If I don’t look for Gu Mengran, it seems that... I can only sleep?

After much hesitation, Zheng Yijie finally chose to raise his hand.

After just two light knocks, the door opened automatically. Zheng Yijie thought that Gu Mengran had just come out. He pushed the door open and saw that there was no one behind it. Then he realized that the door was just ajar.

The warehouse has not been used. There is no furniture or beds inside. The room of about 100 square meters is empty and looks like an indoor basketball court at first glance.

However, at this moment, directly opposite the door, that is, on the side by the window, a Chinese-style wooden charcoal tea table was placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. On the table were a basket of tangerines and a basket of dates. On the middle stove net, a reddish-brown ceramic pot was emitting thin smoke.

Next to the tea table, a recliner was shaking. Gu Mengran, who had been missing for the whole morning and had not even come out for breakfast or lunch, was enjoying the rain and drinking tea leisurely.

"Okay, I was wondering why I didn't see you all morning. You've been sitting here playing around the stove and making tea for a long time. You really know how to enjoy yourself."

Completely forgetting the old man's reminder, Zheng Yijie wandered to the tea table, took a red date from the small basket and threw it into his mouth.

Isn't this more interesting than reading a novel? Zheng Yijie didn't plan to leave, and walked around to the recliner. He pinched Gu Mengran's shoulder in a naughty way, and said with a playful smile: "Don't just sit by yourself, can you give me a chair too?"

Gu Mengran pretended not to hear anything. He looked out the window with half-closed eyes, taking small sips of the teacup without even giving him an extra glance.

Without knowing how to read other people's faces, Zheng Yijie took an empty cup from the table, picked up the pottery pot and poured himself a cup of tea. He pretended to take a sip and smacked his lips and said, "Not bad, not bad, fragrant and sweet. What kind of tea is this?"

Gu Mengran still didn't respond. Although his eyes were open, he looked like he was asleep.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Yijie realized something was wrong even after a while. He walked back to Gu Mengran with a cup of tea and leaned over to look at his face. "You look so sad, and your face doesn't show any unhappiness. What's wrong? Did you break up?"

I was already in a bad mood and wanted to hide away for some quiet time, but the annoying bee flew to my ear again, buzzing and stinging me from time to time. Gu Mengran's patience was exhausted, and he rolled his eyes at him unhappily: "Are you free? Can you go play by yourself?"

"Free?" Zheng Yijie put the teacup on the table and counted on his fingers, "Read novels, watch TV, or at worst I can cook and write novels. I can't be so idle as to stay here and wait for you to come to me, right? It's all for..."

He stopped talking halfway. Even though Gu Mengran was in a bad mood, he was still intrigued and couldn't help asking, "Why?"

"Of course it's to fit in with your group!" Zheng Yijie sat down on the ground, as if he had suffered a great injustice. His eyelids drooped and he sighed, "I know you brought me along out of helplessness. It's purely because I discovered your secret."

"To put it bluntly, you have never acknowledged me as your companion. One more or one less is no less. Especially you, Gu Mengran. It seems that your heart can only accommodate Liang Zhao and your grandfather. To you, I am just a passenger who can be abandoned at any time."

The man squatted on the ground, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, looking lonely. Gu Mengran glanced at him and sneered, "So the way to integrate into this group is... to be my emotional mentor?"

Zheng Yijie almost couldn't hold back his breath, cleared his throat and said seriously: "What's wrong with being an emotional mentor? I can't lift anything with my shoulders or hands, and I don't have any other skills. I just think a little faster, and analyzing things is my strong point. It's not shameful to rely on this to make a living."

"It's a high-sounding statement. If you want to eat melons, just say so." Gu Mengran ruthlessly exposed him.

Zheng Yijie: "Did you tell me to eat it?"

After saying this, meeting Gu Mengran's unfriendly gaze, Zheng Yijie quickly changed the subject: "It must be a lie that I don't want to eat melons, but it's not just for eating melons. I can see that you are very tired and sad now, and I also know that you have a lot of secrets in your heart."

"You can actually tell me the things that you are not comfortable saying to Master Meng and Liang Zhao. You can just confide in me or let me help you analyze it. Don't keep everything in your heart. Just give me a chance to get closer to you."

By the end, it didn't sound like a joke at all. Zheng Yijie's tone was sincere and his attitude was honest. He was really worried about Gu Mengran and wanted to share the burden with him.

It was hard not to be moved. Gu Mengran placed the teacup on the table and placed his right hand on the empty space beside him. But in the blink of an eye, another recliner appeared out of thin air on the ground.

Zheng Yijie understood, stood up, patted his butt, and immediately moved the recliner to the other side of the tea table, lying down leisurely, "Tell me, what happened today? No matter how unhappy you are, you shouldn't skip a meal."

"No appetite." Gu Mengran buried his head and picked his fingers, almost without thinking, and said directly: "I was rejected by Liang Zhao."

When he said this, Zheng Yijie just took a sip of tea. The sweet tea went straight into his trachea through his mouth. He almost choked to death. He patted his chest and coughed for a long time before he recovered.

Ignoring his flushed face, Zheng Yijie panted and said, "Ahem, ahem, my god, are you speaking Chinese? Were you rejected by Liang Zhao?"

Gu Mengran nodded and uttered a muffled "hmm".

"How is that possible!?" Zheng Yijie subconsciously retorted: "Anyone with eyes can see it, okay? Liang Zhao treats you differently. He, he definitely likes you."

Gu Mengran sighed, "He likes me, and I like him too, but he doesn't think I like him. He thinks I like another him."

"Wait a minute, what is that? It's like a tongue twister." Zheng Yijie put down his teacup and said seriously, "Tell me from the beginning, tell me clearly, do you understand the whole story?"

After being troubled for a whole morning, Gu Mengran was in a terrible mood.

He didn't hesitate to use the tree hole that was delivered to his door. He said truthfully: "Liang Zhao and I were classmates in junior high school. We didn't have much in common. From his point of view, we only met again after we got on the ship and gradually became familiar with each other."

"Remember I told you before that I had a dream about the future. Liang Zhao was actually in that dream. In the dream, he saved my life. We went through a lot together and lived together for a long time.

Although it was just a dream, it felt very real to me, just like I had experienced it myself. So I found him before the natural disaster and took him on board. If you must ask me when I fell in love with him, it was in that dream. "

Before he completely lost his mind, Gu Mengran cautiously described his rebirth as a dream.

But this little trick was equivalent to running away in front of the meticulous Zheng Yijie. He pinched his chin and thought for a long time, then nodded seriously, "I understand. In the end times when everyone is busy with their own affairs, when you are in danger, a great hero descends from the sky and saves you from the water and fire."

"Later you discovered that your greatest hero was actually your old classmate. Yes, he had always had a crush on you. Saving you was not accidental, but inevitable. You went through thick and thin together in the apocalypse, got to know each other and fell in love, but unexpectedly something happened and you were reborn—"

"Can we still have a good chat?" Gu Mengran glared at him.

Zheng Yijie raised his hands in surrender and said with a playful smile: "Wrong, wrong. Well, this matter is really not that complicated, but you need to figure out whether your rebirth is a time travel or a parallel world."

"If time goes back, the current Liang Zhao is the Liang Zhao of the previous life. They are the same person. If it is a parallel world, you are with the current Liang Zhao. It is the most unfair to the Liang Zhao you are with, right?"

Rebirth, rebirth...

Gu Mengran was too lazy to refute and rolled his eyes at him unhappily. "Are you asking me to do scientific research now? It's the same person."

"What's the reason?" Zheng Yijie asked.

Gu Mengran patiently explained: "Liang Zhao, this Liang Zhao has begun to recover his memory, but he just can't remember some details of our time together."

"That would make things much easier." Zheng Yijie clapped his hands, "Try to make him remember everything."

Gu Mengran felt a little headache, and raised his hand to point at the closed door behind him, "Let's go, let's go and have fun. I must have taken the wrong medicine to believe you. If I had this method, would I be arguing with you here?"

"That seems to be true." Zheng Yijie pinched his chin again and muttered to himself, "It's the same person, it's the same person... Are you sure that this Liang Zhao likes you now?"

"I said it myself last night."

Zheng Yijie said "Oh" with a long tail tone: "I like you, but I mind that you only like him in your previous life and are unwilling to be a substitute. Then, can you try to like the current Liang Zhao?"

Gu Mengran laughed out loud, "He's not a stand-in. I've never thought of him as two different people. I'm already moved just by looking at him. How else can I like him?"

His brain was working rapidly, and Zheng Yijie, the dog-headed military strategist, suddenly had an idea and said with a smile: "Since he has begun to recover his memory, it proves that it is the same person. He likes you, so why are you afraid? Forget about it, just get him first."

"How?" Gu Mengran blinked blankly.

"You're kidding me." Zheng Yijie became more and more excited. He took a sip of tea and continued, "You two should have been closer in your previous life, right? Have you ever slept together? Just say you're helping him restore his memory, recreating your daily life together in your previous life, and then take the opportunity to..."

"He likes you and has no resistance to you. You can take him down in no time with just a little trick. If he recovers his memory in the future, then everyone will be happy. If not, you should give him a little more sense of security. He won't have time to care about this life or that life."

Gu Mengran listened very seriously, and the haze lingering between his brows gradually dissipated. His dim eyes lit up again, and his mouth slightly raised, with a brilliant smile blooming on his face.

To fool or seduce.

It was almost the same approach as in his previous life, but the difference was that this time the initiative was in his hands, because Liang Zhao cared about him more than he thought.