4 Chapter 4
No, that's not right.
The successive memories made Zeng Yun suddenly realize something very scary.
He seemed to have lost some of his memory.
This feeling was familiar, just like when he was thinking about that girl just now.
It's that feeling where there's clearly nothing wrong, but when you try to recall it, you can't see it clearly.
The girl who couldn't remember her name or face when she woke up, and the memories she couldn't remember, all emphasized one thing to Zeng Yun -
He must have lost some of his memory.
So, since that girl knew him, could his missing memory be related to her?
If he wants to think about the girl's background, what does he need to do?
Zeng Yun put the unfinished piece of paper aside and started drawing on a new page.
This girl appeared in his dream. The dream about the desert started three months ago. School was about to start at that time, but he was still in K City.
What happened at that time?
That familiar feeling came back again, and Zeng Yun could indeed remember some things, but he could feel that many things could not be connected.
It’s as if the life he has experienced is not incomplete.
The more Zeng Yun thought about it, the more horrible it became. His memory of many things was incomplete. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he must have forgotten something very important.
Anxiety surged up again. The harder he tried to recall, the more headache he felt. Zeng Yun felt as if his heart was being gnawed by something. He felt so uncomfortable that he needed to do something to vent.
He stabbed the pencil in his hand into the notebook again and again, using all his strength. Soon the tip of the pencil broke, but Zeng Yun still felt it was not enough.
At this time, Ji Qiang, who was taking a shower in the bathroom, heard something wrong. He didn't even wash off the foam on his head, and hurried out wrapped in a bath towel.
Seeing Zeng Yun like this, it would be a lie to say that he was not afraid, but there was no one else in the dormitory at that time. After all, he was a sports student and was not afraid of fighting in the past. How could he be afraid of Zeng Yun, who held a pen?
However, Zeng Yun's strength at this time was indeed terrifying, and even Ji Qiang had to work hard.
When Zeng Yun regained some of his senses, he saw the messy scene in front of him, and then looked at Ji Qiang who looked a little funny behind him, and a feeling of apology surged over him.
Ji Qiang thought Zeng Yun disliked the water on his body, so he wrapped the towel tighter and explained, "This is an emergency. You can't blame me."
How could Zeng Yun blame him? He just felt a little guilty now.
He didn't know why, but he was in such a bad mood recently and couldn't control it at all.
After Ji Qiang washed the foam off his head, Zeng Yun told him in detail what he had discovered. Even Ji Qiang felt a chill down his spine.
Ji Qiang was originally holding the only unfinished piece of drawing paper on the table and looking at it. The original sketchbook was no longer readable, and only the piece of paper was left intact on the table.
But as he listened, Ji Qiang respectfully put the drawing paper back on the table, as if he was afraid that it would get stained with something dirty.
After listening to Zeng Yun's detailed account of the past few days, Ji Qiang was at a loss for a moment. He subconsciously said, "You said this is weird. Why don't you ask your friends in K City to see if anyone knows this girl."
Zeng Yun shook his head. Before going to bed last night, he went to ask his neighbor's child, who had been in the same school as him, and the neighbor said he didn't know this guy at all.
"That's strange. Could it be that you got something dirty on you?"
Zeng Yun felt a little scared when he heard this. It was not that he was afraid of unclean things, but he remembered the trouble he had with his mother to burn incense and worship Buddha, as well as the money he had donated to the temple.
According to conservative estimates, in addition to buying talismans and consulting a master, Zeng's mother donated nearly a thousand dollars in incense money to the temple, which made Zeng Yun feel a little distressed.
But his mother believed in it so much that she not only gave money but also offered lights. Zeng Yun had no way to persuade her and could only follow his mother's lead.
Zeng Yun rambled on and on for quite a while, but Ji Qiang suddenly remembered something. He clapped his hands and said, "I know a master who is really capable of spiritual communication!"
I'm complaining here, but the other person actually recommends this kind of thing to me. I wonder where the political science class he studied was? What happened to the promise that Confucius doesn't talk about strange things?
Zeng Yun now felt a headache when he heard the word "expert". He slumped down on the table and complained, "Why are you using the same trick?"
Ji Qiang said with a very serious expression: "This is true. It's from my cousin's friend's grandfather. My cousin told me before that he was a great man."
Zeng Yun was a little curious: "How is it so high?"
But when asked about this, Ji Qiang could only scratch his head: "I just heard him say that the grandfather was very powerful. When my cousin got married last month, he gave the grandfather a big red envelope, saying that the couple was thanking him for his kindness in the past."
Seeing Zeng Yun lose interest the moment he heard the word "Feng Hong", Ji Qiang quickly added, "But they confiscated it. They said you can't take the money. It would break the rules."
Zeng Yuncai didn't believe this and asked again: "What happens next?"
If this kind of master doesn't charge money, he must have a bigger network waiting for him.
"After that?" Ji Qiang was stunned for a moment, "No more."
"No?"
Ji Qiang also understood Zeng Yun's thoughts at this time, and said with a bit of a smile: "Then grandpa is really not a liar. He has never taken money from my cousin for helping him before."
Although he said that, Zeng Yun still didn't completely believe it. However, Ji Qiang gave him the address and contact information, and he didn't refuse and finally accepted it.
After listening to Ji Qiang's words, Zeng Yun had a vague intuition.
Maybe he will need it later.
At seven o'clock in the evening, the other two roommates also returned to the dormitory. Lu Yuanxi was not easy to get along with. He spent very little time in the dormitory, and no one communicated with him much.
Lu Yuanxi was lying on the bed playing games, which had become a common occurrence every day. I heard that he had some talent in games and had even signed up for some competition.
However, he didn't have a good habit of wearing headphones most of the time. It was fine on normal days, but today Shen Sinian was working on a PPT and he was annoyed by the sound above.
Shen Sinian knocked on the head of Lu Yuanxi's bed: "Put on your headphones."
Lu Yuanxi didn't even glance at it, concentrating on playing the game. After thirty seconds, he seemed to have a break, looked up at Shen Sinian beside the bed, rolled his eyes in annoyance, and then muttered dissatisfiedly:
"It's so annoying. It's not that late and the noise isn't that loud. You don't care about Ji Qiang watching a movie, but my noise is making you unable to think? If it weren't for the mandatory dormitory living in freshman year, I would have moved back home long ago!"
When Zeng Yun returned to the dormitory, he saw Shen Sinian jumping with anger.
However, although Lu Yuanxi was harsh in his words, he was not unwilling to listen. He still put on his headphones.
On the other side, Ji Qiang also put on his headphones silently, trying not to disturb Shen Sinian.
Zeng Yun was a little surprised. He asked in the dormitory group in the afternoon who would be back in the evening, but Shen Sinian didn't say he would be back at that time.
Zeng Yun brought back some snacks when he went out. He thought Shen Sinian would not come back, so he did not bring Shen Sinian's portion. But as the saying goes, whoever sees it gets it, Zeng Yun was very cruel and gave Shen Sinian a portion of his favorite Basque cake.
Shen Sinian waved his hand, then spread his hands helplessly and said: “Don’t mention it, the president of Gu Group was invited to give a lecture at our school on Monday, and I just learned about this matter, so I hurried back.”
Zeng Yun nodded. He didn't know much about this area, but it sounded like the president was quite famous in the financial world.
When the pastries were given to Lu Yuanxi, Lu Yuanxi thanked him, then remembered something and took out a spray-like object from his bag.
"I used to use a sleep spray a lot in high school. I saw there was an unopened box, so I gave it to you."
After he finished speaking, Lu Yuanxi added, "Don't think too much. If you get more sleep, my headphones will be charged more at night."
"Thank you."
When passing by Ji Qiang's desk, Zeng Yun glanced at his computer screen and asked casually, "Why haven't you finished watching the movie yet?"
It was really strange. He remembered that Ji Qiang usually loved playing games, so why didn't he play these days?
The same movie from yesterday was still on the screen. Ji Qiang put down the sunflower seed shells in his hand, shrugged, and said, "The day before yesterday, King of Glory lost nine games in a row. I was so angry that I uninstalled it. I don't like watching movies, so I kept procrastinating and never finished it."
Zeng Yun glanced at the screen and happened to see the protagonist about to jump onto the train tracks, but at the last second he climbed up and passed by the train.
Zeng Yun breathed a sigh of relief and asked curiously, "Why does this person want to die?"
How could Ji Qiang pay attention to these things? He was not concentrating when watching the movie. He racked his brains to think about the previous plot and said ambiguously:
"It seems that his wife died, and he felt that life was meaningless, so he kept wanting to commit suicide."
After he finished speaking, Ji Qiang seemed a little puzzled and asked, "But it's strange. Why do these people in movies and TV dramas always fight to the death for love? Can't they live without their loved ones?"
When Zeng Yun heard this, a strange feeling emerged in his heart.
Shen Sinian, who was standing next to him, looked up and replied, "Haven't you heard the saying? What is love in this world? It makes people pledge their love for each other through life and death."
Lu Yuanxi on the side snorted coldly, seeming to be very disdainful of the topic they were talking about.
Late at night, with the experiences of the previous two days, Zeng Yun was not very resistant to falling asleep today, but instead had a little anticipation.
He couldn't wait to find the answer.
When he entered the dream, he found that the seedlings he had planted yesterday had actually grown taller. He looked at this scene in disbelief.
Even if Gu Yue really made the seeds grow yesterday, this is sandy land after all, which is completely unsuitable for plant growth. How could they really take root here?
Old month?
This feeling is so strange. He can only remember the other person's name every time he enters a dream.
Zeng Yun looked around but didn't see Gu Yue. This was not surprising, after all, Gu Yue had only appeared a few days ago.
Bored, Zeng Yun picked up the watering can at hand and watered the seedlings again and again.
“No more watering!”
The spray bottle in Zeng Yun's hand was snatched away, but Zeng Yun just stood there in a daze.
This sentence sounds so familiar.
Zeng Yun slowly raised his head, and the scene in front of him seemed to have changed.
He was standing in a small garden, and the girl was pinching her waist and scolding him angrily.
Two scenes began to overlap before his eyes, one moment a bustling garden with blooming flowers, the next moment a desolate desert.
But the voice was extremely clear.
"If you water it any more, the seedlings will be drowned and their roots will rot!"
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