After the draft became popular, he was secretly favored by the paranoid boss

Caller: Fu Zhijin.

Gu Nanci let out a long sigh, hesitated for a second with his hand that he wanted to hang on, stared at the name, and finally clicked.

There was a beep and the phone was connected.

Surprisingly, no one spoke first.

For a moment, there was a long silence.

Tens of seconds later, that mellow and elegant cello-like voice sounded.

His voice was very soft, hiding deep distress that could not be resolved, and he asked slowly: "...Are you okay?"

"Well..." Gu Nanci paused and added, "Don't worry, it's okay."

The topic fell into silence again.

In the past, Fu Zhijin would always give a gentle response at the right time, while Gu Nanci would never stop babbling, and there would never be a moment of silence.

But this time, the atmosphere of the conversation between the two was unexpectedly strange.

The person who responded was silent.

The people who were talking were silent.

But after a long silence, the two of them spoke at the same time:
"Nan Ci..."

"Fu Zhijin..."

"..."

"Speak first." Fu Zhijin said softly.

Gu Nanci paused for a long time, then took a deep breath and asked in a recalling tone:
"Have we really met before?"

"...I'm not sure." Fu Zhijin's voice was low, obviously lonely, "I...don't remember."

Gu Nanci pretended to be relaxed and said: "It doesn't matter, that's all I asked! It just so happens that I don't remember it either."

"Nan Ci." Fu Zhijin interrupted suddenly.

He took a deep breath, as if he had made some important decision, with an unprecedented solemn tone,
"...Ci Ci."

Gu Nanci, who claimed to be calling, had a look of shock in his eyes, and his hand holding the phone paused.

"I... am used to being sure of everything I do, and I won't agree to anything I'm not sure about."

"I did lose my memory, and I haven't remembered it yet."

"I don't want to lie to you, but I really don't have enough evidence to prove our past."

"But my instinct keeps telling me that we must know each other, and we must be very familiar with each other."

"Can you... understand what I mean?"

Gu Nanci was stunned on the spot.

She opened her mouth.

Of course I understand the meaning of Fu Zhijin's words.

But for a moment I didn’t know what to say.

She thought of a certain scene she saw in that boundary stone today.

That second scene.

The back figure of the man running towards the venue.

Very unbelievable.

But the back view is really eerily similar to Fu Zhijin.

It was a shock when I saw it, and I immediately dismissed the possibility that it was outrageous and absurd.

However, in the third scene that followed, after she saw Gu Nanjue.

Suddenly I felt a heavy blow to my head.

Is it really... ridiculous?
Even Gu Nanjue would show up, why... couldn't Fu Zhijin?

But why is all this happening?
While rushing along life-or-death speed, I could only suppress these shocking questions in my heart for the time being.

Then, Song Zhixian's shocking news about his terminal illness put him completely out of mood, and he forgot about it.

Now, with Fu Zhijin's phone call, the questions at that time were brought back again.

"Cici." Fu Zhijin's voice came again.

Gu Nanci lowered his head and hummed muffledly.

"You can trust me."

"...Huh?" Gu Nanci was stunned, looking confused.

"Trust me, okay?"

Fu Zhijin's voice was very low, as if he had made great determination before speaking.

Every word is extremely solemn.

He had never felt so uneasy.

For a person who knows nothing and only has a familiar feeling, breaking the status quo is the most cruel thing.

I am afraid that if this last layer of window paper is broken, everything before will no longer exist. I will be alienated and escaped. Even because I know nothing and cannot prove myself, it will be regarded as a temptation with ulterior motives.However, today, watching the report on the news, watching the figure appearing on the yacht, I heard the sneer and threat in Wen Tinglan's words.

He knew that he could not continue to sit still and wait for death because of his own selfish desire to maintain the current good life.

If only she could be saved from harm.

If you want to stay away, stay away...

Downstairs in the ward, Fu Zhijin's figure stood quietly and independently in the moonlight, looking so lonely.

"Resignation."

"If anything happens, tell me."

"Let me help you?"

There was no response for a long time.

Dead silence.

Silence enveloped Fu Zhijin like boundless darkness, and he felt as if his whole body was surrounded by a feeling of suffocation.

My heart stopped slowly.

Quietly waiting for the rejection that is about to come.

He knows better than anyone how cautious his words are and how difficult it is to be understood.

Even he, after such a long time, was only a friend who shared his daily life.

Don't dare to take another step closer.

That kind of person seems to be the most sympathetic, but in reality he is more wary than anyone else.

That's right...how could I be responded to when I was so rash?
Fu Zhijin closed her eyes and took a long, deep breath, with self-mockery on her lips.

He comforted softly:

"...It doesn't matter, you...don't have to be burdened——"

The voice did not fall.

Suddenly, there was a clear and lingering response.

Gu Nanci said softly: "Okay..."

"..."

When Fu Zhijin came back to his senses, everyone understood, but together they seemed so strange.

It was like a stick hitting him in the head.

Fu Zhijin froze on the spot, his eyes full of disbelief.

"I really want to ask you for help with something." Gu Nanci continued.

"Say it!" Fu Zhijin replied hurriedly, fearing that everything would become a dream if it was too late.

"Can you... show me a picture of you when you were a child?"

"Photo?" Fu Zhijin's voice was confused.

Gu Nanci said softly: "Yes."

"No problem, but you want this..."

"No...isn't it convenient?"

"No, no, no." Fu Zhijin hurriedly replied, "It's just that I'm not at home now..."

"Just wait a moment and I'll send it to you right away."

Gu Nanci was stunned.

Before he could say anything, Fu Zhijin had already hung up the phone and seemed to be looking for photos.

Gu Nanci stayed silent and swallowed the unfinished words: "But... there's no need to be in such a hurry."

However, the anxious Fu Zhijin couldn't wait to call home.

The first request for his rhetoric.

Do it no matter what!

So, early in the morning.

There is a time difference of several hours.

Mrs. Fu, who was sleeping at home until midnight, was woken up by a series of life-threatening calls.

Yunying looked resentful and thought about who I was and where I was. She felt like beating her unlucky son to death before she answered the phone.

"...You'd better give me a reason not to beat you."

"Send me a picture."

"..." Yunying closed her eyes and thought about life for a few seconds.

Then, unable to hold back a sneer, she quietly announced:

"Fu Zhijin! You are dead!"

(End of this chapter)