Jing Changjia didn't feel uncomfortable after his disguise was exposed.
He said more naturally: "I'm sorry, I was seriously ill before and my brain is still a little confused. Who are you?"
"I know." The man said, "I am Feng Zhaoye, do you remember?"
The name is familiar. Jing Changjia thought to himself: He seems... to have had a friend with such a name.
After only a moment's hesitation, Feng Zhaoye said, "It doesn't matter if you can't remember. I'll help you back to the ward first."
He didn't go into details, Jing Changjia was happy and quiet: "Then I'll trouble you."
They were not far from Jing Changjia's ward. Feng Zhaoye half supported and half hugged the person and took him back to the ward in a few steps. He didn't let go of his hand until Jing Changjia was put back on the bed.
Jing Changjia silently adjusted himself to a more comfortable position.
When he looked up again, he found that Feng Zhaoye had even adjusted the indoor air conditioner to the most suitable temperature for him. A glass of warm water was also placed on the small table of the hospital bed.
Jing Changjia raised his eyebrows slightly and shifted his gaze from Wen Shui to Feng Zhaoye.
This old friend just came out of the bathroom, took out a piece of toilet paper and wiped his hands slowly. Sensing Jing Changjia's gaze, he walked towards the bed and asked, "Would you like an apple?"
Jing Changjia hesitated for a moment and nodded.
Feng Zhaoye picked an apple from the fruit basket, sat by the bed and started peeling it.
His technique of peeling apples is very good. The skin of the apples is thin and continuous. A big apple was peeled cleanly after only a few turns in his hands. Then he opened the drawer, picked up a juice glass, diced the apple and threw it in.
Jing Changjia suddenly realized that he was familiar with everything in his ward.
Are you... coming here often?
But all this gave Jing Changjia a huge sense of dissonance. He always felt that given his relationship with Feng Zhaoye, they shouldn't get along like this.
But how they used to get along... he has forgotten.
While he was thinking, the diced apples in the juice cup had been beaten into a paste. Feng Zhaoye inserted a straw and stuffed the cup into his hand.
"Thanks."
Feng Zhaoye nodded and said no more.
Jing Changjia held the cup and observed him without any trace. Feng Zhaoye lowered his eyes and wiped his hands, letting him look at him.
Neither of them spoke for a while. The ward was quiet, but the atmosphere was not awkward.
Not long after, Yang Heng pushed open the door and walked in: "Brother, I bought you the notebook and pen you asked for. Hey, Brother Zhaoye?"
Feng Zhaoye turned around and said directly: "Xiao Heng, your brother can't live without someone now. Next time, send him back to the ward before doing other things. Don't listen to him for everything."
The second monk Yang Hengzhang was confused, but he nodded obediently.
"He's sweating a lot. It's best to take him to take a shower and change into clean clothes." Feng Zhaoye added, "Where is the nurse?"
"Stay upstairs..." Yang Heng scratched his head, "Brother Zhaoye, don't worry, I can take good care of my brother!"
Feng Zhaoye didn't speak. He looked at Yang Heng for a long time and then reluctantly nodded: "Okay, please be more careful. I'll leave first."
"Are you leaving now?" Yang Heng was even more confused, "Then go and do your work, bye."
Feng Zhaoye turned around and said to Jing Changjia: "I'm leaving now. I'll see you next time."
"Okay." Jing Changjia smiled and said warmly, "Be careful on the road."
Feng Zhaoye raised his eyebrows again, showing an unexpected look. Then he responded with a smile: "Okay."
After saying goodbye, he left without looking back.
Jing Changjia's feeling of disharmony became even stronger. After Yang Heng put the notebook and pen next to his pillow, he asked: "What is the relationship between that man and me just now?"
Yang Heng paused and looked at Jing Changjia in horror: "Isn't it? Brother, is there something wrong with your brain? Do I need to find a doctor to check your brain immediately?"
Jing Changjia raised her hand and patted his forehead.
Yang Heng covered his head and felt aggrieved: "My mother knows her, but you don't? That friend of yours from high school is the one who always competes with you for first place."
This sentence seemed to trigger some key words, and Jing Changjia suddenly remembered that he did have such a classmate in high school.
But they are by no means friends.
Jing Changjia studied at a young age, not even 15 years old when he entered high school. His classmates of the same age are generally 1 or 2 years older than him. And because of his parents' relationship, he always felt like he was dependent on others for a while. So Jing Changjia was a very quiet person when he was in high school.
But Feng Zhaoye was just the opposite. He couldn't be more flamboyant.
The deepest impression was that during a joint entrance examination for several of the most well-known schools in the city, the comprehensive science test paper was extremely difficult. There were many poor students, but Feng Zhaoye got a perfect score.
When a reporter from the campus newspaper went to interview him, he said: "The test paper is too easy, so I should get full marks. I can't understand people who can't get full marks."
It just so happened that Jing Changjia lost two points because of the rolled noodles. When he saw Feng Zhaoye's words, he was so angry that he didn't even sleep well that night.
But then everything changed. In the cold night of the military camp, he thought of Feng Zhaoye again and again, and the three years when he and Feng Zhaoye competed for first place.
It was just a pure competition to solve problems. Thinking about it at the time, it was a pure joy.
He just needs to deal with it seriously and go all out. Because he knows that there will always be someone who will keep pace with him.
There’s nothing else to think about or worry about the cost. There is no need to be afraid that when you look back, you will find the corpses of several friends behind you.
When he couldn't hold on, he always thought about his family, friends, and his school days with Feng Zhaoye.
He thought about it so many times, but why did he forget...
"...The host travels back and forth, and the memory load is too large. In order to protect the host, the system has sealed past memories to a certain extent to ensure that the host will not be overwhelmed by too much emotional information."
The newly awakened Ten Thousand Worlds Interconnection System explained this way.
"But sealing does not mean deleting. The host can recall key people, things, and objects as long as he recalls them."
Jing Changjia suddenly realized.
No wonder he couldn't recognize his aunt at first, and he can't recognize Feng Zhaoye now either. This is actually what happened.
"I hope you can tell me in advance about this kind of thing next time." Jing Changjia said calmly, "Since we are already comrades bound together, I don't want you to hide anything related to me."
The system responded dryly.
Jing Changjia turned off the shower and slowly wiped the water off his body. He took the clothes from the bag on one side and started to put them on slowly.
Yang Heng heard the noise outside and shouted worriedly: "Brother, do you want my help?"
"No need." Jing Changjia rejected him flatly.
The auxiliary equipment in the hospital is very useful, and he can do all these things by himself.
After putting on clean clothes and returning to the wheelchair, Jing Changjia asked again: "You turned on the computer much faster this time than before. What did you do?"
The system made a series of sizzling sounds.
Jing Changjia already has experience. Whenever this happens, it may mean that his system is stuck.
There are only a few reasons for lagging.
Jing Changjia took a deep breath and suppressed a series of speculations that came to his mind. He asked calmly: "You started the live broadcast behind my back?"
As soon as the question came out, the electronic noise in his head suddenly stopped.
After a long time, the system replied: "The system energy is seriously insufficient and cannot support restarting after another time travel. Therefore, in order to ensure the normal operation of the system, the system started the live broadcast first. But -"
Its dry voice suddenly raised ten volumes: "I definitely don't mess around with the live broadcast host's life!"
Jing Changjia's heart did not let go because of this: "What did you broadcast?"
"The system bound the awakening video to a trial broadcast for the people of Hongchao." The system said, "This trial broadcast has achieved good results. We hope that the host can start the official live broadcast as soon as possible."
"execution ground?"
Everything happened in public, so there was nothing that people dared not see. Jing Changjia finally felt relieved after confirming the content.
Seeing that he no longer pursues the case, the system quickly urged: "Host, only if the system has sufficient energy can your body recover as soon as possible, and only with enough energy support can the things you bring back be brought to this world. I hope you can live broadcast as soon as possible to Solve the current dilemma.”
"Your trial broadcast made me look like a god. I am not suitable for broadcasting now." Jing Changjia said calmly, "Although making the audience ups and downs will help you absorb energy. But the temporary sweetness is not what we want." I want it, do you think so?"
After Jing Changjia finished dealing with the system, he returned to the room in his wheelchair.
He picked up the notebook and pen beside his pillow and began to write and draw.
…
The tense atmosphere in Hongchao all night suddenly relaxed at this time.
The young emperor, who vomited blood and was in coma during the day, finally woke up after the imperial doctor worked hard to save him all night.
He is usually in good health and has not suffered serious physical injuries. At this time, he vomited blood and fell into coma, which was due to the sudden fire attacking his heart. The imperial doctor used acupuncture to dispel the fire, and prescribed prescriptions to clear away liver heat, and then he subsided.
The bitter medicine exuded an unpleasant smell and was placed on the bedside. The smell made people feel stuffy.
The prince bowed and advised gently: "Your Majesty, drink the medicine. It's getting late, and you have to go to court tomorrow."
Yang Yiheng didn't respond to him. After a long time, he suddenly asked: "Where is Lin Huo?"
"Lord Lin... he invited himself to the Zhenfu Prison." Wang Gonggong said cautiously.
"He's sleeping well." Yang Yiheng snorted coldly, got out of bed and walked to the window, looking up at the gray and black tiles in the sky.
It was getting late and it was getting dark. At first glance, the sky was empty. Everything about the bright tiles and the ascension seemed like a dream in the daytime.
But if you look carefully, you will find that the square tile is still there, and its edge divides the moon in the sky into two halves. Half bright, half dim.
Seeing his observation, Wang Gonggong speculated: "This... the guard once reported back that no matter where he is in the capital, he can see it."
Yang Yiheng glanced at him: "Only in Beijing?"
"For further places, we still have to wait for the results." Wang Gonggong said.
"Then just wait." Yang Yiheng said coldly, "Since he's doing it for me, he won't just do it for this one scene."
He took a deep look at the bright tiles in the sky, then turned around and took the medicine bowl from the prince's hand, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
Jing Changjia, I don’t believe in ascending to immortality.
No matter where you go, no matter what you want to do, I will find you.
