Zhang Ke was so frightened that he subconsciously pushed the other person away from his arms, and then took several steps back as if he had been burned by red-hot coals, with some fear in his eyes.
"You..." Troy's eyes suddenly became a little dim, but then there was a trace of fierceness that could hardly be seen by others. Then he returned to normal and said lightly:
"Sure enough, we haven't seen each other for so many years. Everyone has changed. Even you are no longer as broad-minded as before. Instead, you are just like ordinary people, so panicked and resistant to me."
"You...what are you talking about? I'm a straight man." Although Zhang Ke said this arrogantly, he was actually quite panicked in his heart.
Why did this man rush up to me and hug me? And he spoke to me in such an ambiguous or even plaintive tone? What did he mean by those words just now? Could it be that I was really gay before and he was my former lover?
Thinking of this, Zhang Ke couldn't help but get goosebumps, but then he felt that the matter was probably not that bloody.
After all, even if memory can be lost, preferences such as sexual orientation are probably not so easy to be completely lost, right? Just like when you eat beef, you feel it is very delicious, but you don’t like eating mutton very much. This is based on the information of the body’s own senses
, it should not be lost along with the memory.
Zhang Ke is extremely aware that he is now a standard straight man, only interested in women's bodies and curves, and only willing to fall in love and engage in intimate acts with women.
Although he does not discriminate against homosexuals, if he was pestered by a person of the same gender and said ambiguous words, as if the two had a relationship before, it would actually make people feel a little chilly.
"You don't have to react so much. It has always been just my wishful unrequited love for you. Nothing happened between us. How come your reaction now is like meeting your ex-girlfriend?" Troy looked at her.
Zhang Ke, who was in a panic, said sarcastically.
"Then what you just said..."
"You were very gentle at that time, and you were able to accept things that were not recognized by the world. Although I knew that you would never love me, you always spoke and interacted with me carefully, and you would never overreact like you do now.
, try to avoid hurting my feelings and self-esteem. I have never seen anyone treat me with such tolerance and gentleness after knowing my secret." Troy's expression seemed to be a little nostalgic:
"But now it seems that these valuable qualities that I thought you had have been lost along with the memory. The you now is your nature, and the gentleness you had at that time was just what you made under your upbringing.
It’s just a disguise.”
Troy's words were a bit difficult to pronounce, but Zhang Ke roughly understood what he meant - it seemed that when he was a student, he had already been confessed by Troy, a classmate of the same major, but at that time he was not as frightened as he is today, although he was also
She rejected the other party's advances, but still treated him cautiously and tenderly.
It's just that what he said just now seems to have mentioned a key word?
"What do you mean by the passage of memory you just mentioned?" Zhang Ke suddenly asked.
These days, he is very sensitive to content related to memory, not to mention that the other party is almost openly saying "I know your memory has disappeared."
"Oh? Did I just say that?" Although Troy deliberately pretended to be surprised in his tone, it could be seen from his smiling face that this seemed to be intentional.
But why?
"You - what on earth do you know..."
Before the word "m" came out, Zhang Ke felt his feet shaking a little, and a dizziness similar to the one he felt when he was looking for a flower bar in Shanghai that day came to his head again.
It's just that this time it seemed to come more gently and slowly, and it didn't make him fall down immediately and lose consciousness. It was just that the scene in front of him became a little chaotic and blurry, and Troy's face was like a melted frosting figure on a cake, although the outline could be clearly seen.
But the details have been lost.
"It seems that I was a little excited and made a mistake. I actually took the initiative to say something like this." Troy patted his head and pretended to regret: "But that doesn't matter. Anyway, we were going to recall him.
of."
"You, you -" Zhang Ke felt as if a pot of hot porridge was being poured into his mind, which was about to burn. It gradually evaporated and boiled away his rationality and calmness, leaving him unable to calm down and think about what was going on.
There is something wrong with this Troy, there is definitely something wrong with him, you must stay away from him, you must escape from him——
With this thought in mind, Zhang Ke immediately turned around and tried to run away.
However, he found that the other party suddenly appeared behind him as if teleporting. He still had a smiling expression, but there was something extra in his hand.
A pitch black ruler.
It is embellished with three ring rulers with colorful ink patterns.
"Your current movement speed is as slow as a snail. In order to turn around, it took you enough time for me to return to the office from here, come back again with the props, and stand behind you." Troy.
He said somewhat proudly.
"What do you want... to do?"
"Memory maintenance." Troy said, "Didn't you lose most of your past memories? Let me see if I can help you repair some."
"You, don't even think about-"
Zhang Ke suddenly exerted force with his teeth and bit the tip of his tongue violently. A blood arrow spurted out of his mouth, and the strong stinging sensation seemed to make his mind clearer.
Only then did he realize that his body felt inexplicably heavy - and this feeling of heaviness did not come from fatigue, but as if his body was resisting work and just wanted to collapse on the spot and fall into a deep sleep.
This is probably what Troy did, right? Did he poison himself? Although he hasn't eaten anything he gave him, when he hugged himself just now, he could have applied nerve poison that is easily absorbed by the pores on his neck.
Even injections with fine needles.
No matter what, he couldn't stay here any longer, and Mengmeng had to be taken away. With this belief, he used up his last remaining strength and ran towards the flower field.
Run, run, run.
Countless petals scattered and flew by in front of my eyes. They were colorful at first, but then the colors became less and less, as if the other petals were disappearing, and finally only the purple lavender was left flashing in front of my eyes.
What's going on? The flower fields here are blooming so luxuriantly, so many petals can fly towards us when the wind blows?
There was no time to consider such inconsequential details. When Zhang Ke came back to his senses, he found that a large bouquet of purple lavender flowers was already gathered in front of him.