Boyfriend is mentally ill

Chapter 29

In order to verify his conjecture, Jiang Xiaofeng looked carefully at the white letter paper again.

One minute later, he saw a gray-blue deformed bamboo leaf pattern that almost blended into the background on the small figure printed on the corner of the letter paper.

——This is indeed a dart.

So there is no love letter at all. These two things that represent damage skills in "Jianghu You" absolutely cannot be love letters.

But why did he give Meng Fusheng this?

He couldn't figure it out.

If it was a prank, then it would be too childish, he didn't think he would do such a thing.And in the post on the forum, he himself admitted that he had pursued Meng Fusheng.

There are people who chase people, but when they chase people, they don't send love letters... He will never be so mean and shameless that he wants to chase Meng Fusheng and use him, but he is not willing to make love letters into darts on purpose, and use this to curse Meng Fusheng, right?

As soon as this conjecture came out, he was immediately shocked by his "maliciousness".

No, no, he shouldn't be so bad, there must be something else that he overlooked.

He scratched his hair, thought about it, and finally decided to ask Meng Fusheng.As the person being pursued, Meng Fusheng definitely knew a lot of details. Although it was embarrassing to ask, he really cared about the two dart marks and wanted to know what was going on.

Hearing his intention of coming, Meng Fusheng was very surprised, felt that something was wrong, and asked: "You want to know... the details of when you sent me the love letter?"

Jiang Xiaofeng felt guilty and flustered when he heard the word "love letter", and nodded bravely: "Well, didn't the doctor say that getting in touch with and listening to forgotten things more, things are good for restoring memory, the most special thing I did during my amnesia Just to pursue you, I want to hear more details, maybe I can think of something."

Meng Fusheng stared at him for a long time, then suddenly raised his hand and pressed his forehead, and asked a very strange question: "You really don't even remember?"

Jiang Xiaofeng was puzzled: "What?"

Meng Fusheng looked at his expression, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see the traces of pretending to be calm on his face, his heart suddenly jumped, he stood up and covered the computer, took a step outside, thought of something, took the computer again, and walked In front of Jiang Xiaofeng, he said, "Let's go to the living room to talk."

Jiang Xiaofeng noticed that his aura had changed. He wondered if he had asked some wrong questions or stepped on some landmines, so he hurriedly followed.

The two sat down in the living room again, Meng Fusheng frowned all the time, and started typing on the computer after sitting down.

Jiang Xiaofeng had never seen him like this before, he felt uneasy, and sat obediently, not daring to look at his computer.

A few minutes later, Meng Fusheng stopped typing on the computer, moved the computer in front of him, and motioned him to look at the screen: "This is Jiang Ze, my roommate."

Jiang Xiaofeng turned his head to look over and saw a picture of a boy with wheat-colored skin on the screen. He didn't understand why Meng Fusheng suddenly introduced his roommate, and politely praised: "He's very handsome."

Meng Fusheng looked at the pure strangeness in his eyes, his heart sank slowly, and tentatively said: "We owe him a favor, we promised to invite him to dinner, how about making an appointment tomorrow?"

If you owe a favor, you must pay it back.

Jiang Xiaofeng nodded: "Okay, what kind of favor do we owe him?"

Meng Fusheng didn't answer, just stared at him for a few seconds, then raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose and remained silent for a while, then transferred a photo to show him: "And him, his name is Wei Wei, he is also my roommate, and I have a good relationship, please invite him too."

This time the screen was replaced with a picture of a gentle and clean boy, Jiang Xiaofeng only took one look and nodded: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Meng Fusheng suddenly closed the computer.

Jiang Xiaofeng was startled and looked sideways at him.

"You..." Meng Fusheng's voice was difficult, and his mind was completely confused. After recalling Jiang Xiaofeng's various reactions after being hospitalized, he finally realized that maybe he and his mother had entered into some kind of misunderstanding.

When Jiang Xiaofeng said he wanted to read the love letter before, he thought it was a bit strange. With Jiang Xiaofeng's character, if he was pretending to lose his memory, he probably wouldn't take the initiative to ask to see something that is of special significance to both of them.

Afterwards, Jiang Xiaofeng suddenly came over again and asked him the details of the love letter he had sent... Would a person who pretended to be amnesiac really be so active in asking about the past and want to restore his memory?If Jiang Xiaofeng pretended to have amnesia in order to correct everything, shouldn't he try to avoid this issue as much as possible?

He had deliberately reversed the photos of the two roommates just now, but Jiang Xiaofeng didn't notice anything wrong at all. When he looked at Wei Wei and Jiang Ze, his eyes were just as strange.

If the strangeness in Jiang Xiaofeng's eyes just now was due to acting, then Jiang Xiaofeng should not be admitted to A University, but to the Film and Television Academy.

Wrong, all wrong.

Meng Fusheng raised his hand to press his face, and his shoulders collapsed again.

It's not pretending, Xiaofeng is real...forgot about him.

……

Meng Fusheng made an excuse to call back to the study and stayed in the study for a few minutes. When he came out again, his eyes were a little red, and his expression was a bit bleak and reluctant.

He sat on the sofa, packed up the computer, smiled at Jiang Xiaofeng, and said, "Sorry, I put the photo upside down just now, the taller one is Wei Wei, and the whiter one is Jiang Ze. I just talked to them I made a phone call, and they were all busy, saying that they didn’t have time to have dinner with us recently, so let’s wait another day for the dinner appointment.”

Jiang Xiaofeng looked at him worriedly: "Are you okay?" He always felt that Meng Fusheng's state was a bit wrong.

"It's okay." Meng Fusheng dragged the computer aside, smiled at him again, paused, and suddenly reached out to touch his hair, "Don't be afraid, I will help you remember things you forgot... ...It’s okay even if we can’t remember it, we can create new memories.” So it’s okay, the feeling of liking can’t be forgotten, as long as the person is still there, everything doesn’t matter.

……

The two chatted for the whole afternoon, Meng Fusheng collected his mood, and described everything that happened in this month in detail, including his two rejections.

When Jiang Xiaofeng heard that the love letter was "sent" to Meng Fusheng by smashing it, he felt that something was wrong. When he heard that Meng Fusheng said that he had fed Meng Fusheng a heart-shaped chocolate on the plane, he felt even more confused. It's that the whole person is not well.

He was sure that the heart-shaped chocolate was definitely not a surprise, and it was probably the same as the two love letters, something with a bad meaning.

After the chat was over, Meng Fusheng went to cook. When he returned to the room and looked through his backpack, a few heart-shaped candies fell out of it, which verified his guess.

He tore open the candy wrappers all over the place, and found that without exception, all of these candies had an icon of a top-grade item that represented poison in "Jianghu You".

"..."

In order to make sure that he read it correctly, he even went to the game and compared the real item icon with the ugly and rough pattern on the candy.

Yes, roughly the same.

He was a little dazed, and couldn't figure out why he wanted to feed something like a prank to Meng Fusheng. He was struggling, when the secret game chat suddenly rang, and it was sent by a friend who was also in the Zhazha game group.

Gray Pigeon: Long time no see, Xiaofeng. How is your pursuit of Yimeng Fusheng in the new server? I haven’t seen you bubbling in the group recently. Big Cat even said he was going to help you, but I haven't seen him recently, and I don't know where he went.

Jiang Xiaofeng looked down, glanced at the secret chat, and was about to reply when he noticed a certain word, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he suddenly grabbed something, stood up abruptly, shook his hand, the phone fell to the floor and hit the floor, sending out There was a muffled sound.

"what happened?"

Meng Fusheng's voice came indistinctly, and then the door was pushed open.

Jiang Xiaofeng turned to look at him stiffly, and called out, "Meng Fusheng?"

Meng Fusheng was frightened by the mess in the room and Jiang Xiaofeng's state, so he hurriedly leaned over, raised his hand to touch the back of his head, and said in an urgent tone, "What's the matter, is there something uncomfortable? Could it be that I heard too much in the afternoon, Are you stimulated? Are you dizzy or not? Does it hurt?"

"I...I'm fine." Jiang Xiaofeng came back to his senses, took a step back to avoid his hand, bent down to pick up the mobile phone on the ground, closed the game interface with the secret chat box open, and went to clean up the chocolates on the ground, feeling in a mess No, said, "It's okay, I just accidentally slipped my hand... I'm sorry."

Meng Fusheng's hand that touched it was empty. Seeing that he had been picking up things with his head down and not daring to look at himself, he paused and withdrew his hand: "It's fine... the meal is almost ready, you pack up and come out to eat." Bar."

Jiang Xiaofeng nodded quickly.

Meng Fusheng went out, and the door was closed again.

Jiang Xiaofeng let go of the chocolate in his hand and sat down on the ground, picked up the phone, with real confusion and panic in his eyes.

Meng Fusheng, Yimeng Fusheng, darts made of chocolate, poison made of chocolate... What exactly did he do in the month he forgot?

……

Dinner was finished in a slightly dull atmosphere. After dinner, Jiang Xiaofeng went back to his room early on the pretext of being sleepy.

Meng Fusheng looked at the closed door for a long time, raised his hand to cover his eyes, and leaned his head on the sofa.

In the room, Jiang Xiaofeng went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water to calm down, then sat on the chair by the window, took a deep breath, and took out his cell phone.

It was his fault that he was so stunned by the sudden addition of a boyfriend that he forgot to check his mobile phone, which is the personal item that is most likely to leave traces of life.

The stories in other people's mouths are all other people's understandings, and they may be filled with various imaginary colors. Only his own mobile phone will treat him honestly.

The clues are there, and it's time to dig deeper.

He unlocked the phone, hesitated, and opened the call record first.

Looking back from now, among the few incoming and outgoing calls, only one call to the police seems a bit special.

He breathed a sigh of relief and opened the text message record again.

They were all meaningless reminder text messages, and nothing was found.

Then, he pinched his fingers and opened WeChat carefully.

WeChat is very quiet, and the only game group that was not blocked was also blocked, probably in the month he forgot.

He first checked the number of friends, and found that there were two more, namely Meng Fusheng and Tian Rui. He had met Tian Rui before, she was that beautiful senior.

There was still nothing to discover. He came back, tightened his fingers again, clicked on the chat boxes on the chat bar one by one, and began to check the chat records with his friends in the past month.

He has few WeChat friends, and even fewer friends who usually chat. Soon, he clicked on the chat history with Damao.

He flips up.

"..."

He unconsciously sat up straight and continued to roll up.

"........."

He swallowed his saliva, turned up again, and then his fingers slid faster and faster, until he turned to the first chat with the big cat after his accident.

[Big Cat: Fuck, the grandson of Yimeng Floating Life has switched to obedience!By the way, why haven't you been online these days? 】

[Feng Xiao: It's okay, I got it for real. 】

[Big Cat: What really? 】

[Feng Xiao: It's really a dream. 】

He slammed the phone onto the table.

Really a dream, really a dream... Judging from the date of the chat, it seems that after chatting with Da Mao, he ran to write a "love letter" to Meng Fusheng?And judging from the update package of the game, after he was smashed by the billboard, he never played the game again!

Therefore, it is self-evident who this really One Dream Floating Life refers to.

Hey!

He broke down, got up and spun around the room quickly, sweating profusely.

how can that be possible?This is absolutely impossible!

He is a good young man with a normal IQ, no genetic history of mental illness in his family, good roots, and just a little obsessed with games. How could he match the characters in the game with the people in reality?

It's all fake, it must be fake, everything is his guess, he might be joking with the big cat... what a joke!

He stopped suddenly, knelt down and rubbed his hair vigorously until he twisted his curly hair into an afro.

He remembered his reply on the forum that he had personally admitted that he had chased after Meng Fusheng, stood up suddenly, and regained his confidence.

right!all fake!He has personally admitted that he chased Meng Fusheng, and the mentally handicapped man in the wechat chat who treats reality like a game is definitely not him!Yes, he went after Meng Fusheng because he liked Meng Fusheng, not because he lost his wit...

He pinched himself hard, sat back on the chair, grabbed his phone and flipped through it quickly, not missing any message, from meaningless spam text messages to useless reminders from Fitness A, from takeaway records to cat treasure records ... As long as it is the information left in this month, he will not let it go!

There must be something to prove that he is not out of his mind, there must be...

He casually clicked on the memo software in the far corner that he had never used before, his fingers stopped suddenly, and his eyes widened slightly as he looked at the densely packed records on it.

He looked at the name of the record...

assassination plan.

Sweating hot and cold together, he rushed into the bathroom and flushed his head with cold water, then walked back to the table heavily with his head covered in water, took a deep breath, picked up his phone and clicked on the first record.

[201x x month x day, sunny, I have already polished the darts, tomorrow is the day when the scumbag's blood will be splashed seven feet! 】

He tightened his fingers suddenly, thinking of the chocolate dart, his lips trembled, and he tightened them again, and continued to click.

[201x x month x day, sunny, the assassination failed, the darts don’t seem to work on the scumbag, maybe there is a bug in the game... I won’t give up, I will try again, if the scumbag is really immune to darts, Then I will find another way to get revenge. 】

Returning the game bug... He tremblingly clicked on the next item.

[201x x month x day, cloudy, the trumpet was established successfully, the scumbag still doesn't know what he is about to encounter...]

His eyes darkened.

The trumpet... It's over, it matches the chat history of the big cat.

[201x x month x day, sunny, there was a little twists and turns in the Trumpet Project...]

[In 201x...abandoning the trumpet killing plan...the scumbag actually rejected me. The person who was deceived by the scumbag...]

He clicked records faster and faster, sweating more and more on his head.

Finally, he saw the last two.

[201x...something is wrong...maybe I made a mistake, my head hurts, I'm a little flustered...]

[201x x month x day, sunny, I decided to stop the revenge plan, the senior is not a scumbag, he is very good, his family is also very good... I will try my best to correct everything that went off the rails, sorry, and thank you . 】

It’s over.

He dropped his hands, his eyes straightened.

Really finished.

He really lost his mind.

The door was knocked suddenly, he came back to his senses, moved his head, and looked towards the door.

"Xiaofeng?" Meng Fusheng's voice came from outside the door, "I've warmed up milk for you, you can drink it before going to sleep."

Jiang Xiaofeng suddenly remembered what Meng Fusheng said when he brought him home this morning.

[Everyone knows that you chased me, and I came out publicly for you, and deleted many, many people...]

He also remembered what Hua Jingjing said about the Meng family being very good, helping solve Xiao Kun and taking care of her life...

And how Meng Fusheng took care of him these days...Meng Fusheng is so good, he is such a nice person...

I am sorry.

He was extremely uncomfortable, raised his hand and smashed his head hard, collapsed silently for a few seconds, then calmed down suddenly, and clenched his fists.

No, you can't let the seniors pay like this anymore, you must explain clearly, you must ask the seniors to stop the loss in time, and then, then apologize to the seniors, apologise.

He grabbed his phone, ran to the door and opened it forcefully, and said to Meng Fusheng who was holding milk outside, "Senior, I have something to tell you."

Meng Fusheng was startled by the sudden opening of the door. He noticed his wet hair, frowned, and reached out to touch the back of his head: "Why is the hair wet? Is there any water on the wound? Come here and let me see..."

Jiang Xiaofeng grabbed his hand tightly, his voice dry, but his words were clear and firm: "Senior, listen to me, I didn't chase you, I lost my mind a while ago, and I recognized you as someone else, and I did something wrong to you." I did some extreme things and made a lot of oolongs, I..."

Meng Fusheng suddenly showed a surprised expression, put down the milk and supported him: "Xiaofeng, do you remember?"

Jiang Xiaofeng was stuck: "What?"

Meng Fusheng was really excited, he held his hand instead, wanted to ask more but was afraid of irritating him, lowered his head and said patiently: "Don't you remember? After you came back from city b, you also said to me After such a remark, I replied that it’s okay for you at the time, saying that we can take our time, this is my life, whether I come out or not is my own decision, it’s not your fault... Do you remember? After we come back from city b."

Jiang Xiaofeng opened his mouth, dumbfounded.

He didn't expect that he had already confessed once, and looking at Meng Fusheng like this, it seemed that he didn't believe what he said at all.

how so?Now how to do?

He hurriedly withdrew his hand, anxious and confused, and showed him the phone: "Senior, I didn't feel guilty, and I didn't think of anything. I said this because I saw this. Look, I remember it all." , I really approached you with a purpose, not because I like you, I... I don't deserve you to continue to treat me well."

His hands were so cold that they were barely warm, and he was still trembling slightly. His face was full of eagerness, his hair was wet, and the layer on his forehead was water or sweat. He looked extremely embarrassed.

Meng Fusheng was very distressed, fearing that something would happen to him if he continued to get agitated, he quickly took the phone and coaxed him to walk to the sofa and said, "I know, I know, don't get excited, I'll check the phone, don't you Hurry up, let's talk slowly."