Xu Zhan turned around innocently and explained: "The matter is urgent, my phone is out of battery......

The neighbor saw that Xu Zhan looked sloppy and didn't have shoes on, so he was speechless for a moment, and walked over and handed him his mobile phone.

Xu Zhan hurriedly thanked him, and just as he was about to dial the phone number, the elevator door opened.

Song Qinghui came out of the elevator with a thermos bucket and was stunned when he saw Xu Zhan and his neighbors blocking the door of his house.

The neighbor and the two of them have been neighbors for a day or two, so they naturally recognized that the one who came out of the elevator was the owner, and they were a little speechless, "It turns out that you went to buy breakfast, and you are in a hurry." ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I guess this stupid boy is in a daze, and he forgot that I gave him a spare key. Song Qinghui hurriedly apologized, and took out a bag of breakfast, "Mr. Lin, I also met you in the breakfast shop before, and I saw that you all bought this bean paste bun." I happened to buy too much today, so if you don't dislike it, I'll take it. I'm really sorry to wake you up. ”

Song Qinghui directly stuffed the thing into the other party's arms, and the neighbor was embarrassed to push it back directly. After a few polite words, he went back to his house.

Seeing that Song Qinghui was safe and sound, Xu Zhan breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's the matter with you, running out without wearing shoes? and disturbing dreams. Song Qinghui looked at his messy hair like a chicken nest with a little disgust, "Go back and clean up, you will have your share of breakfast." ”

"Eh, good!" Xu Zhan realized that he looked terrible, and hurriedly smirked and returned to his house.

After washing his face and brushing his teeth in one go, Xu Zhan grabbed his messy hair and came to Song Qinghui's house again.

Song Qinghui was pouring out the soy milk in the thermos bucket and preparing sugar and soy sauce. When they saw him coming, they called him to help put the breakfast on the plate. Xu Zhan was not too familiar with Song Qinghui's family, and it took him a few turns to find the kitchen.

By the time he brought out the breakfast, Song Qinghui was already sitting at the dining table waiting for him.

"What's the matter, I'm so busy that I don't even know where my kitchen is?" Song Qinghui teased.

Xu Zhan chuckled in his heart, and hurriedly smirked perfunctorily: "It's not that I'm busy fainting, it's that I'm fainting and haven't eased up yet." Uncle, you said that if something really happens to you, my grandmother can't take my dog's life. ”

"Forget it, she still cares more about her precious grandson than her son. Song Qinghui took a sip of soy milk slowly, "Do you remember that incident about twenty years ago?

That fall was really miserable, I broke my arm, but fortunately, I was young and had a strong healing ability, so I didn't have any big problems. Song Qinghui was scolded by his grandmother because he only broke a little skin, and he was confined for several days.

"Remember...... Grandma was really fierce that time, in fact, I cried so much at that time that it was not painful, but because I was frightened by my grandmother. Xu Zhan explained a little weakly, and diligently picked up the thermos bucket and wanted to refill Song Qinghui with some soy milk.

Song Qinghui didn't cooperate with him, but put the glass in his hand far aside with an expressionless face. There was a crisp crashing sound between the glass and the tabletop, and Xu Zhan, who couldn't reach the cup, stiffly and awkwardly maintained a bent posture.

"Brother Qinghui?" he looked at Song Qinghui suspiciously, only to find that his eyes revealed a sense of vigilance and jealousy.

The pendulum clock on the living room wall "clicked" and the dining room was eerily quiet for a while.

No matter how sluggish Xu Zhan was, he found that something was wrong, so he silently put down the thermos bucket in his hand and sat back in place. The feeling of uneasiness in my heart gradually grew.

"I was the only one who fell from a tree that year. Song Qinghui said coldly, "Tell me, who are you." ”

It is not so much a question as a verdict.

He, Song Qinghui of this world, has already realized that he is not a "deity".

"I've been wondering why you're suddenly using different terms on all the basics, and you're noticeably slower to answer. Sometimes I don't know some places anymore......" Song Qinghui looked at him quietly, looking like a judge.

Xu Zhan barely squeezed out an ugly smile on his face, "Brother Qinghui, what are you talking nonsense?

"You don't know where my kitchen is. He raised the first suspicion in a decisive tone.

"Didn't I say I fainted...... Xu Zhan explained again, "You know, I've been sleep-deprived lately. ”

Song Qinghui sneered: "Okay, then where is my utility room?"

"Which drawer on my desk do I usually keep my work diary?"

Song Qinghui's step-by-step attitude couldn't help but make Xu Zhan's back ooze cold sweat. He told himself not to panic, and replied as calmly as possible: "Brother Qinghui, if I am not me, then who am I? Do you think I have been dropped? Or have I changed my face like in some Hollywood blockbuster?"

Seeing that Xu Zhan refused to back down even a step, Song Qinghui let out a long sigh, and his cold and hard tone finally relaxed.

"I believe you are still 'Xu Zhan', but you are definitely not the 'Xu Zhan' I knew before. ”

A pair of dark pupils looked straight over, Xu Zhan sighed in his heart, and it was cold in an instant.

Song Qinghui...... What did he know?

Xu Zhan was a little afraid, and always felt that there was a terrible tilting vision again.

But this time, nothing happened.

"Although you have been very tired lately and have lacked sleep, it seems normal to be a little dazed. I've been wondering if you've had temporary amnesia. But I thought it was ridiculous, so I didn't ask you. Song Qinghui rubbed his temples and felt a little headache.

In last night's dream, Song Qinghui saw "another world".

He saw himself and Xu Zhan fighting in the fields, seeing them doing research in the library laboratory together, everything was exactly the same as his original memory, but he found that many details were different.

For example, when I was a child, I and Xu Zhan were obviously arguing about whether a certain weed in the farmland was a herb, but in the dream, they were discussing the issue of wind. When they grew up, they did experiments, not in pharmacy.

Later, he saw the flying manuscript paper, and he saw the ground getting closer and closer.

Finally, the field of vision is a patch of scarlet.

He woke up and thought the nightmare was grotesque, and looked at the time that it was just after four o'clock.

Turning over, he was just about to sleep a little longer, but noticed the mail in the mailbox.

The email comes from a scientist from Meissen Pharmaceutical, who has been working on the development of a new crystallizer. The email was copied to him, and the main target of the reply was Xu Zhan. Song Qinghui glanced at it a few times, and the whole article was about some crystallography, and it also involved some knowledge of physics. The difficult technical vocabulary made his brain ache, but it was clear that the chief scientist was very interested in some of the questions raised by Xu Zhan's previous email.

When did this kid become so good at physics? Looks like there's been no bubble in the library these days.

Song Qinghui was relieved and was about to turn off his mobile phone, but suddenly noticed that there was a certain pharmaceutical knowledge in the email, Xu Zhan's original text and the American scientist were wrong.

"What's the matter? How could Ah Zhan make such a basic mistake?" Song Qinghui muttered, feeling strange, and some words from the library teacher and assistant Zhang Shaojie suddenly appeared in his mind for some reason.

"You say Xu Zhan? I often come here to check the materials, but what other advanced things do you think I can have in this old library? That is, some basic materials. ”

"Brother Zhan seems to be avoiding me lately, and I see him flipping through books on the basics of pharmacy and stuff. When I asked him what was going on, he said it was to prepare for a lab assistant recruitment presentation. ”

"Xu Zhan seems to be particularly interested in experimental operations these days, and he runs to me at every turn to watch the whole process, thinking that I have something wrong, and I am so scared that I dare not breathe. ”

Good at physics, not good at pharmacy......

A strange thought suddenly came to his mind.

"He's not Xu Zhan, at least not the 'Xu Zhan' I know. He...... Could it be from 'that world'?"

All the weirdness and inconsistencies embodied in Xu Zhan all happened after the restart ceremony of the Z-Sally project. He has become cautious, tactful, and no longer as aggressive as before.

What could make a person completely different overnight? All kinds of bizarre rumors drifted through his mind, but combined with his own strange dreams, the answer seemed to be only - parallel worlds.

Xu Zhan moved his lips, wanting to tell him the truth for a moment, but in the end he chose to continue to be vague.

"Uncle, what are you guessing about? Are you still dizzy from last night......

"If not, then how would you answer me about climbing a tree?"

"Isn't it normal to climb a few trees together when you were a child?" Xu Zhan continued to quibble.

Looking at him, Song Qinghui suddenly understood that the "Xu Zhan" in front of him was afraid that he would not explain so easily.

Naturally, they climbed trees together as children.

But......

Song Qinghui pushed away the chair, slowly stood up, and told him in a firm tone: "I haven't climbed." ”

"We didn't climb a single tree. ”

He is gambling, he is betting on this "Xu Zhan", and he has no memory of "this world".

"Xu Zhan"'s expression was slightly flustered for a moment, and it quickly recovered. His fingers kept rubbing against the walls of the glass.

This is a small habit that "Xu Zhan" has always had.

The person in front of him is indeed another "Xu Zhan" who is like a fake.

After less than a breath of silence, "Xu Zhan" opened his mouth and continued with his words.

"Looks like I'm misremembering......"

Sure enough, they were lying again.

Song Qinghui can already affirm that the "Xu Zhan" in front of him is from another world, and he himself in the other world is probably ......

Recalling the last scene he saw in his dream, he couldn't help but tremble.