Zheng Yucheng stood in front of Agent Zhao's house in the blink of an eye. His wife scratched her head and came out first, looking half asleep. The expression on her face was extremely sincere and told him: I really hate you. .
"You came so quickly. Agent Zheng, you weren't staying outside all the time, were you?" Yucheng's fingers holding the gift were slightly nervous, even though the voice of Agent Zhao who was walking towards him sounded the same as usual. But there was still something vaguely unpleasant in Yu Cheng's ears as his thoughts were racing.
"Hi! Well, I didn't come here just when you and your wife were getting ready to take a rest." Yu Cheng looked at the door with a sharp gaze and said in a deep voice.
"How could it be! I've been waiting for you to come from the moment I put down the phone."
Yucheng put his hands in his pockets and was about to say something. Agent Zhao pretended to rub his eyes with the back of his hand. From the smile in his sleepy eyes and the curved corners of his mouth, Yu Cheng could see clearly, but he still walked in pretending to be confused.
"I feel like there should be nothing, so I bought two bottles of wine and some snacks downstairs from your house." Yucheng was in a tragic and passive mood. At this moment, he could only use this last resort to find a step for himself. Got off.
"What is there to prepare for this? Our family has a lot of dishes to go with the wine today! If you don't come, it won't be a problem for the two of us to eat for three days." Agent Zhao tapped his eyebrows with his fingers and looked. In Yucheng's eyes, it really seemed like a joke.
"Oh?! Really? Is it because we had a guest just now?" Yucheng's face became even more enthusiastic. He didn't care that his head was like a pig's head in a butcher's shop for people to pick and cut.
"Look at what you said, who do you think I am! It was my mother who specially arranged for my father to send me some homemade pickles. My father is still at my house and plans to go back tomorrow morning." Agent Zhao shrugged indifferently .
"Oh! That's great. But you just said that these snacks are all yours! Did your father send them to you?! Didn't he already..."
Yu Cheng directly said something that made Agent Zhao neither laugh nor cry. If it weren't for the awkward relationship between colleagues, Agent Zhao would eventually choose to use the word "asshole" to describe him.
"Son! Come and take a look. Why does the toilet feel blocked when the water goes down? It won't be easy to clean up once it's completely blocked!" Yucheng was just thinking when a shout suddenly came from his ears, and he was startled. , turned to look at the bathroom.
He looked at the man whose clothes and expression were exactly the same as those on the portrait, standing in front of him. Yucheng tried his best to suppress the overwhelming fear that kept pouring into his throat.
"Oh! Who is this person!" The man's opening remarks were very sudden, as if Zheng Yucheng was the only one in the whole room who appeared out of thin air.
Yucheng tried his best to appear as if nothing had happened. He pursed his lips tightly, with a hard yet sweet smile at the corners of his mouth, but his teeth creaked together.
"Uncle, uncle, hello. I, I..."
Fortunately, the pickles were kept in Yucheng's hand and were not brought to his mouth, otherwise they would have been inedible.
"Oh! Dad, this is the brother who works with me, his name is Zheng Yucheng. I remember I mentioned it to you several times before."
Yu Cheng looked back and forth at Agent Zhao and his son, as if his heart was immediately thrown into a world that was half ice and half fire.
"Ah! I remembered it. He must be the one who got married within two days of going to work! Zheng Yucheng!" The man joked casually without thinking about it.
"My condolences, Agent Zhao. I, I really don't know how to comfort you." In the very short and unexpected moment when the old man brought his face close to the tip of Yu Cheng's nose, the wind hovering above his head brushed straight against Yu. Cheng's cheek didn't even touch his face, it just penetrated his body and wiped away. Looking at that kind old man, the old man in the portrait, the unpredictable old man, should not be said to be like fog, rain or wind, Yucheng's face is as quiet and gentle as the windless sea, but it cannot be separated from his bones. The coldness seeping out.
"My dad said he was going to deliver side dishes to us, but on the way to our house, he was picked up by cars, cars..." Whether it was good luck or bad luck, how could it be so unpredictable? From the disdainful eyes of Agent Zhao and his son, Yu Cheng went back and forth smelling the aura that was hard to argue with. His actions increasingly failed to keep up with his reason, and even his thoughts began to lose control of his brain. Yucheng's face gradually stiffened, and finally became as stiff and hideous as an amoeba.
"On the way to your house, your father was not kidnapped, but already..." Looking at Agent Zhao, who always had a trace of amusement on his face, Yu Cheng used his wet sleeves to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
"I have heard it introduced to my son many times. You are really amazing. Can you teach some of this ability to please women to our son? He is now a family of two, and it's like each of them is holding an ice cube. Same."
Yucheng kept wiping his forehead and eyes...
That old man who is both real and illusory, Yucheng is still not sure whether he is in a dream or reality...
"Dad, don't talk nonsense in front of my colleagues." Agent Zhao's face turned pale with anger, especially his chin, which looked as if it had been dislocated.
"How can this be called nonsense? Your mother and I used to long for you to get married, and now we hope to have a child. It's better for you to make the house a mess and keep talking about divorce. Let's do it. My parents are really worried."
After some words to build a relationship, the man who didn't exist in this world originally said in a melody and full of emotion, "Oh my God!" He must have watched too many movies there. Yucheng's heart skipped a beat when he thought about how many more spine-chilling things would happen if he continued to stay here. Until he broke out of Agent Zhao's house like he was dying, Yu Cheng's face still looked like he was about to go crazy. In desperation, he scratched his hair again, and his hair actually became several times thicker. .
"It's so crazy. He is obviously the one who held the funeral after his death! Now I really wonder whether they are crazy or I am crazy!" Yucheng was so angry that he was dragging his slightly visibly-looking man with spittle flying out. My tired body was running around on the bumpy road.
"Is it because you've been under too much pressure lately that you're suffering from that kind of strange delusion?" Yucheng said the words casually like a bolt from the blue.
"But it seems that there are more than one or two strange things. In addition to Agent Zhao's father who escaped death, there is also the dream that doesn't look like a dream at all... Yu Qi and Zhu Xuan. Oh! By the way, there is also this scar on the wrist. . Something like this happened to my own body, and as the person involved, I was the last to know. Zhou Mingyao also emphasized that this happened from the day I joined the company..."
Yu Cheng stared at the round water at his feet without blinking, and himself in the water stared back at him. That man's devilish eyes were like a replica of himself in life, with a sanguinary temperament and a strong temper.
"When Agent Zhao held the funeral for his father, I was obviously the one who went to express condolences on behalf of Director Shin Zhenghuan..." Yucheng closed his eyes tightly in despair. "After that, this appeared on my wrist, but why did Zhou Mingyao say that it had happened a long time ago? There was also such a real invitation from Song Zhuxuan in the dream, and the oncoming biker The mythical beast and his nonsensical father...aren't those all dreams? So who am I now? Where am I? How could all of this be like this? Why? Am I living in a dream all the time, or am I? I really have that terrible delusion!”
When Yu Cheng opened his eyes again, it was light, like the light and shadow in a cloudy forest, but it slowly formed brilliant ice edges in the puddles that gradually became clearer.
"What is the problem?" As if he still had no further ideas, Yucheng stretched out his frozen hand like a big stick and kept hitting his head. He looked very anxious.
"Is it really that weird parking lot?" After saying that bunch of mindless and embarrassing nonsense, the doubts in Yucheng's heart continued to spread like a black hole.
"Yes. The problem must be there! If we can't find the reason why dreams are cut off from reality, then I really have to go to the psychological department for a good check-up." Yucheng looked at the puddle again and saw his own reflection in the water. As if he could always easily penetrate into his heart, Yu Cheng quietly touched the other hand that was pressing on his chest. The moment he turned around, the confused reflection in the puddle gradually revealed a clear and firm smile at the corner of his mouth.
