Xiao Mo returned to the dormitory and called Yu Chixi to pack dinner. He went to take a shower and change his clothes, his fat face was white and tender in the mirror, and the dark circles under his eyes became more and more obvious, he patted his face and returned to his desk to note down new discoveries.

Every day, he reads the newly transcribed manuscript to Ji Boyang, and his deliberately soft tone always makes people sleepy, especially when Ji Boyang is not in good spirits.

He will watch carefully...... The boy lay on the couch, his eyelids half-raised, and occasionally said a sentence or two, his voice getting softer and softer. If the boy closed his eyes, Xiao Mo would tentatively say in his ear, "You go to sleep first, and I'll call the computer?" Even if the boy didn't react, he wouldn't immediately put his mind at ease, and he wanted to focus the camera on Ji Boyang to prevent it from shooting the computer screen.

Xiao Mo will put on headphones, spread out the manuscript, click on the voice input method, read the manuscript in his mouth, and his subordinates will automatically log in to the mailbox and read the attachment about the dream record in the email sent to Ji Wei.

He had discovered the pattern of dreams.

Based on Ji Boyang's dreams, the time when the two of them sleep diverged, and Xiao Mo would dream of autobiography, mostly when he was taking a nap and sleeping lightly. If the time coincides, you will enter Ji Boyang's dream, usually after ten o'clock at night. Xiao Mo was adjusting his schedule and trying to diverge the time as much as possible, and the dark circles under his eyes became more and more stubborn.

In a small building.

After eating, Ji's uncle and nephew sat on the sofa and had a heart-to-heart talk before parting.

The TV was playing comedy at a low volume, and Ji Wei first asked about his nephew's daily situation, and most of them were answered by Yofen. The man glanced at his nephew, who was staring at the TV but was distracted.

"Doesn't look good?"

"It's kind of boring."

Ji Wei picked up the remote control to change the channel, and Ji Boyang put his chin on his lap with little interest...... Others are more uninteresting. What was originally just something that could be read has become more boring in recent days.

He looked out the window, wishing the night was over soon...... By the next morning, the fat man with a vivid and bright style would be draped in morning dew on his shoulders and open the door of his room in the twilight of dawn to start the day full of fun.

"Then let's talk about what interests you." Ji Wei sat close to his nephew and mentioned Xiao Mo, "Although I am very happy that he can bring you a good mood and want to accept your choice as much as possible, Yangyang, you have to know that he is neither honest nor upright, and he is also very self-conscious, and the way he picks on your recipe just now also makes me very annoying." ”

Ji Wei stroked the top of his nephew's head, "I hate anything that hurts you." ”

Ji Boyang's clear eyes reflected Ji Wei's emotions, but he didn't feel the same...... He used to hate the cunning stepmother and the ignorant father. Even when he was sent to a psychiatric hospital, trapped in a room in a blue and white hospital gown, and not allowed to go anywhere, he was only disgusted......

Disgusted with psychiatric hospitals, disgusted with striped hospital gowns that look like prison bars...... But he never felt pain, his love was always like a stagnant water, and his joys, sorrows, and joys were just ripples, and there was no trace after two laps. He calmly accepted that his life was surrounded by all sorts of disgusting things, without sadness, not even more feelings.

In this world, except for the thirst for knowledge, there is nothing that can arouse his attachment, not even hatred.

But now, he felt a thirst for Xiao Mo......

"That's good."

Judge the situation, do what you want, and have no scruples.

What is really annoying is secrecy and deception, allowing all the calculations and intrigues to ferment and rot in his heart, just like what his parents did to hide from him.

"I'm not going to get hurt."

Ji Boyang lowered his eyes...... If Xiao Mo becomes obnoxious, he will deal with it. It's like dealing with spoiled food, removing all the ingredients that make him unhappy.

Under the light, the shadows under Ji Boyang's eyebrows regathered, and the stunning peach blossom eyes became deep.

Ji Wei sighed, his nephew's resolute and ruthless side did not soften with the touch of his heart, "It's me who is too careful." ”

Ji Boyang was noncommittal and asked someone to carry him into the study. Tonight he will end his period of weakness, and the light and fluttering sound will gradually sink until it sinks to the darkest and darkest bottom of the deep sea, and the waves are silent. The energy will gradually increase, concentration and memory will be restored, and finally the physical strength will be restored, and the ability to walk freely will be restored.

Opening the computer in the study, Ji Boyang contacted the research tutor - the tutor hired by Ji Boyang after he was discharged from the hospital. When Professor Stogler found that he could no longer teach Ji Boyang, he was dismissed last year, and Ji Boyang began his first research project:

Machine qì people capsule - scissor hands.

Ji Boyang has great respect for Professor Stogler, and even though the project has been gradually improved and does not need much guidance, Ji Boyang still discusses with him whenever he gets new inspiration. This respect is very useful to Professor Stogler, and he has reciprocated a lot of kindness.

Knowing that Ji Boyang wanted to apply "scissorhands" to the CML virus, he took the initiative to provide some biotechnology assistance.

Ji Boyang put his progress on hold for a few days because of weakness. Sitting back at the table again, he clenched his fists slightly, satisfied with the long-lost strength that had accumulated in his hands.

Move the mouse to open the text, and most of the wetted manuscripts have been completed and entered.

Xiao Mo...... When I think of that fat man, I have a feeling in my heart that I have never experienced and cannot name. The book said that some people would feel happy because of the blooming flowers, and they were moved by beautiful life, which he could not understand, but Xiao Mo's vivid and warm sense of existence made him realize that his quiet world was so boring.

He was a stagnant pool of water, and suddenly he had a stream as his companion...... I just want to enjoy it quietly in solitude.

So......

"Don't get obnoxious." - Forever.

A pop-up box popping up in the lower right corner of the computer to automatically clean up the system garbage popped up, and Ji Boyang was about to minimize it to the background, when his eyes suddenly stopped-

There are only a few hundred kilometres of garbage to be removed.

The computer is set up to clean up on a daily schedule, and the average daily cleaning is at least a few hundred megabytes. Ji Boyang glanced at each window, and these hundreds of Ks happened to be the cache and backup occupied by these ...... Before he used the computer, someone cleaned it manually. Brother and sister Joseph won't do anything more, who is covering up what? This general operation is not professional, but rather clumsy.

A person who is not good at operating a computer.,Can stay in a small building and just use the computer.,People other than the three brothers and sisters.。

The answer is obvious.

Ji Boyang sank his face and checked the computer comprehensively...... Why did Xiao Mo do this? Doing it handy? The operation alone is not designed to steal information, otherwise the method would be more subtle.

Waiting time, Ji Boyang's whole face was like pouring cement, solidified and gloomy.

In the check box are lines of code that are constantly scrolling, Ji Boyang glances at ten lines, and his keen brain makes it difficult for him to ignore the rows of numbers that symbolize "the number and time anomalies of email logins", and the emails sent with dream record attachments in the past month have had extra clicks in the last three days.

Di Di Di -

Professor Stogler prepared the materials and sat in front of the computer, reminding Ji Boyang that the discussion could begin.

Ji Boyang was silent for about ten seconds, turned off the checkbox, and sent a message back to Professor Stogler: [Sorry, Professor. If I don't have enough energy today, I'll talk about it tomorrow. ］

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This night, Xiao Mo woke up from the nightmare, touched the intact skin on his body, and exhaled in fear. In the mirror, the dark circles around the eyes are so deep that they look like tattoos, which makes people feel bad.

Last night, he was a little sleepy until the early hours of the morning, and when he thought of Ji Boyang's recent improvement, he relaxed and fell into a deep sleep in a daze.

As soon as he stepped into the dream, he was stunned!

He was trapped in the sack, unable to break free, the lattice woven by snakeskin rubbing against his skin.

The body was swept away by the residual pain, and I don't know what Ji Boyang dreamed about before? Sharp blades in all directions are inserted into the sack, cutting through the skin, piercing into the flesh, and stabbing one by one, eager to penetrate deep into the bone marrow. After boiling for an unknown amount of time, he was dying and panting, turning into a puddle of unshapely meat puree, which was burned on the hot iron plate, turned over and rolled over. The snakeskin bag was burned, and the flesh was rubbed against the iron plate, hot, hot, charred, necrotic, and even the blood seemed to be burned dry......

The nightmares were worse than ever, and he couldn't even wake up!

"It's going to leave a psychological shadow like this......"

Xiao Mo slapped his face with clear water over and over again, trying to regain his composure...... I don't know what happened to Ji Boyang after he left last night? The anger is so heavy!

Xiao Mo finished his breakfast slowly, and he really didn't want to see the culprit.

The small building is exceptionally quiet today.

Xiao Mo slowed down and followed Joseph to the study. The lack of sunlight hits the floor, the lights are not turned on in the room, and the shadows on the walls are unaccustomed. Seeing the Yoman brothers and sisters talking in a blocked direction from outside the door, Xiao Mo muttered in surprise:

"Why is today's morning health check delayed so long?"

Since Xiao Mo began to visit Xiaolou, Ji Boyang would end the dream examination as soon as possible. Occasionally, when the Joseph brothers were entering the dream record, Xiao Mo would taste the snacks made by Yoman, read to Ji Boyang in the hall, and wait until the study room was empty before the two of them went in to sort out the manuscript.

Xiao Mo stood at the door of the study and heard Jofen's voice coming from inside-

"The shackles on your heart are heavier...... Your dreams show that you are not simply closing yourself, you are just masochistic. Why are you reluctant to break free from what is harmful to you, even though you are aware of it? Can you tell me what the hell happened that we don't know? ”

Ji Boyang was silent, and Yofen looked worried. Xiao Mo knocked on the door three times, and Yo Fen closed the notes that had not yet been entered and was about to put them away, when Ji Boyang stretched out his hand to stop them.

"Let's put this on for now."

Yo Fen was surprised, and Ji Boyang added, "I'll take a look." ”

The unusually calm, clear voice caused Xiao Mo to look sideways, and he noticed the boy standing in the backlight.

Ji Boyang took the record book

Very unusual...... Xiao Mo lightly covered his left chest, and his heartbeat suddenly beat as fast as a drum, which was really unsettling.

Ji Boyang walked out of the shadows, like darkness and filth gradually falling off, his figure was straight, and his gait was like a swinging young bamboo, pleasing to the eye.

In the morning light, Ji Boyang's deep peach blossom eyes were slightly bent, and the plump and naturally drooping eyelashes made the eyes a little unpredictable.

Ji Boyang looked at Xiao Mo, extremely rare to hook the corners of his mouth shallowly, a light smile passed away, he lightly opened his thin lips and said:

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."