During lunch, Zhang Wendong was on pins and needles. He resisted those memories belonging to Sheng Kuang, but he couldn't help but feel that Sheng's mother and Sheng were very kind. He looked at the two familiar faces, and Sheng Kuang kept flashing in his mind.
Memories from my youth.
"Brother, I failed the test again. Can you go to my parent-teacher meeting on behalf of my parents?" Zhang Wendong's mind recalled the way Sheng acted coquettishly to his brother in the past.
"If you could devote half of the time you spend on painting to studying, you would probably be in the top ten of your grade." Sheng Kuang's familiar voice echoed in Zhang Wendong's ears again.
He vaguely saw the former Sheng smiling innocently, sticking out his tongue and saying, "How about that? If I were both a painting genius and a master of learning, wouldn't it be too great? I have to keep a low profile and give it to you.
Leave some way for others to survive."
"You are really narcissistic." Sheng Kuang's hearty laughter rang out. In Zhang Wendong's impression, Sheng Kuang had a deep and reserved personality and didn't like to joke. He had almost never heard his such kind and joyful laughter.
Zhang Wendong felt sad for some reason. The corners of his eyes were moist, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.
He took big mouthfuls of rice, and an unnatural smile appeared on his lips. "Auntie, the food you cook is so delicious."
Sheng's mother smiled gently and said, "You can eat as much as you like, and eat more." She looked at Zhang Wendong devouring the food, and the smile on her face was a little bitter. She used to look forward to the family of four getting together every day.
We had dinner together, but Sheng Kuang was always busy and rarely went home. Now, both Sheng Wenzhe and Sheng Kuang have passed away, and she can no longer have a lively reunion dinner. Only she and Sheng Kuang are left in this empty home.
The daughters depend on each other for life.
After finishing the meal, Zhang Wendong chatted with the Sheng family's mother and daughter for a while, and then left in a hurry on the grounds that he had something urgent to do at work. He sat in the driver's seat and wiped the sweat from his face with a cold wet wipe.
Muttered: "Why, why exactly?"
Memories that did not belong to him poured into his mind one after another, making him feel confused and exhausted.
Zhang Wendong dialed Gu Siyi's number tremblingly and asked, "Hey, Gu Siyi, it's me. You should know the Lu brothers and sisters better than I do. Tell me, is there anything unusual about the child named Lu Jiayin?"
Gu Siyi asked in confusion: "Why do you suddenly ask this? What happened?"
"Tell me quickly. Is there anything wrong with that child?" Zhang Wendong's tone was already a little irritable.
"She is indeed different from ordinary people. She can plunder and copy other people's memories, and can easily transplant a memory into another person's mind. Her brother Lu Hongshu is also very unusual. He can control other people's memories through words.
Behavior, let others obey his instructions completely. Wen Dong, I hear something is wrong with your tone, are you okay?" Gu Siyi asked with some worry.
Zhang Wendong stopped talking. He took a deep breath and said, "I'm fine. I just happened to see the child before and thought she was a little unusual. Thank you. I have something else to do. I'll hang up first." He hurriedly said.
He hung up the phone, not wanting Gu Siyi to realize that he was abnormal.
"Let me out, let me out!" The desolate and dark icehouse appeared in Zhang Wendong's mind again. He saw himself stretching out his red hands and beating the door of the icehouse, his voice frightened and desperate.
No, that's not him, that's Sheng Kuang.
"Get out of my head, get out!" Zhang Wendong shouted hysterically. He banged his head against the steering wheel in front of him, appearing to collapse.
After a while, he finally calmed down. He looked back at the dilapidated house and drove away from the place.
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Lu Jiayin was lying on the desk doing an exercise book. She was biting the end of her pencil absentmindedly and her legs were dangling.
Lu Hongshu, who was standing next to her, stretched out his hand and patted her cheek gently. "Put it down quickly, aren't you dirty? Look at you, you have been sitting here for an hour and you have only done three questions. You
What is going on in this little head? Can you concentrate a little more?"
"Brother, even if I don't practice, I can easily get a hundred points." Lu Jiayin patted her little head proudly and said with a smile: "I am born to study, that's it.
The question doesn’t bother me at all.”
"It's hard to say how good your problem-solving skills are. Your bragging skills have indeed improved." Lu Hongshu said in a fit of laughter and tears, "Okay, be more careful. A lot of things have happened recently, and my brother is afraid that you are not safe.
I didn’t even ask you to go to school. If you don’t work hard on your own, you might not be able to keep up with everyone’s progress after you return to school.”
"I know, brother." Lu Jiayin said with a pout, then lowered his head and read the exercise book honestly.
There was a rapid knock on the door at this moment. Before the brother and sister could shout "come in", they saw Zhang Wendong rushing in.
Lu Hongshu looked at him with some surprise and said, "Captain Zhang, why did you come to our place? What's the matter?"
Zhang Wendong said with a gloomy face: "I'm here to see your sister. I have to ask her carefully about some things."
"She is just a child, why are you looking for her?" Lu Hongshu vaguely felt that there was hostility in Zhang Wendong's eyes, and quietly pulled Lu Jiayin behind him.
"Why should I look for her? Maybe she knows it herself." Zhang Wendong walked towards Lu Jiayin step by step and asked with a bad look on his face: "Tell me, did you do anything to me?"
"Uncle, I don't understand you a bit." Lu Jiayin tilted his head slightly, showing a confused look.
Zhang Wendong once thought that this little girl was innocent and weak, so he was very kind and kind to her. But now, he felt that she had many secrets hidden under her innocent appearance. "You really don't understand, or are you pretending to understand in front of me?"
Confused? Why did something abnormal happen to me after I met you that day? You can copy other people's memories, and you can also transplant memories into the minds of unrelated people, right?"
When Lu Hongshu heard this, his expression suddenly changed. He looked down at his sister and asked sternly: "Jiayin, what do you mean by what he said? Did you do something without my knowledge again?"
"
"I was just entrusted by others to do something loyal. Sheng Kuang's hatred for Guimu was too deep, but when he was alive, he never had the chance to take revenge. I just wanted to fulfill his unfinished wish and wanted to put him aside for the time being.
The hatred and sorrow will continue." Lu Jiayin put on an innocent and lovely smile, and stared at Zhang Wendong in front of her, as if there were turbulent waves hidden under those eyes.
