That night, Zhao Yan still invited Zhang Peng and them, in fact, it was only a few hundred yuan for a meal, and for Zhao Yan now, it was just a drizzle.

Usually he invites or not, money is no longer something he considers, please or not, it just depends on whether he is happy or not, as long as he is happy, it is no problem to treat guests every day.

When he returned to the dormitory, it was already after half past nine in the night, Zhao Yan was a little drunk, his eyes seemed to be open and closed, and his steps were light and heavy, swaying.

Walking into the dormitory and into the bedroom, Zhao Yan staggered to the side of the bed, leaned over, and threw himself directly on the bed, spreading his hands and looking at the ceiling with half-squinted eyes.

There is wine today and drunk today......

When he was drinking tonight, he thought so in his heart, he used to have ideals and pursuits, but suddenly learned that he was likely to have a perverted enemy, and he could find him at any time Zhao Yan turned him into a pile of white bones, Zhao Yan suddenly lost his mind about the future, and felt that there was no point in doing anything.

Pu Faxian, Spring and Autumn ......

These two names have always haunted him, lingering like a nightmare.

The extra memory in his mind told him that he should have a mission to come to this Daming, but he didn't remember it now, and the memory in his mind also told him that he should go back in that magical time, but he didn't remember it either.

None of these are fatal, what is fatal is that those extra memories also tell him that there is a guy named Pu Faxian who is likely to have come to Daming, and he may find him at any time, and he can turn him into a pile of white bones in an instant.

Zhao Yan also thought about it: Maybe the guy named Pu Faxian also forgot his previous memories and forgot what the Spring and Autumn Moment was, but this was just his luck after all, he couldn't be sure if that guy came to Daming, whether he still remembered the purpose of coming here, and whether he could still use the Spring and Autumn Moment.

"How do you use it when you go back in time?"

Zhao Yan suddenly muttered to himself, last time he saw the time rewind with his own eyes, but it was not he who took the initiative, that night the bullet shot through his head, and the time rewind somehow appeared by himself, going back in time, let him come back to life.

"Do you have to shoot Lao Tzu in the head again to study how the time rewind is launched?"

Because of drunkenness, Zhao Yan muttered all the thoughts in his heart, with depression and ridicule at the corners of his mouth, of course he couldn't shoot himself in the head with a gun, in case the time rewind didn't start, then didn't he play himself to death?

Suddenly, Zhao Yan's scattered eyes froze, and he suddenly sat up on the bed, rolled his eyes thoughtfully, and muttered, "Maybe I can try to cut myself?" ”

Shooting a bullet at his head, Zhao Yan didn't have the courage, but with a knife on himself, he was confident that he could still do it, and he would do it when he thought of it, Zhao Yan immediately got up and walked to the desk and took out a folded fruit knife from the drawer.

"Poof!"

The fruit knife opened, the silver-white blade reflected the light in the light, Zhao Yan stretched out his left hand, glanced at the back of his hand, thought about it and put his palm up, there were too many blood vessels on the back of his hand to cut.

It is always difficult to scratch yourself with a knife, Zhao Yan looked at the palm of his left hand, a little hesitant, he didn't have to think about it, he knew that as long as he scratched himself with a knife, no matter which part he scratched, it would definitely hurt.

Gritting his teeth, Zhao Yan's desire to master the time rewind still prevailed, and he immediately raised his face, and his left hand held the blade of the knife out of sight, although he couldn't see it, Zhao Yan could still really feel the touch between the blade and the palm.

"! Fight! ”

Zhao Yan suddenly gritted his teeth, and the right hand holding the knife suddenly pulled hard, and the fruit knife was pulled out of the palm of his left hand, and at the same time, Zhao Yan also felt a pain in the palm of his left hand, and Zhao Yan reflexively pursed his lips.

When I looked down, there was blood on the blade.

Spread out his left hand, there was already an extra knife more than an inch long in the palm of his hand, and blood was gushing out.

Zhao Yan did not rush to stop the bleeding, but squinted his eyes at the wound in his palm, looking forward to the time rewind that would automatically activate and turn back the time just now, if this wish could be realized, the wound in his palm should be able to heal automatically, and the blood that had just flowed out would also converge again.

At this moment, time seemed to be moving very slowly, every second was longer than usual in Zhao Yan's feelings, a minute passed, the blood had stained the palm of the red palm, and the time retrospection that Zhao Yan was looking forward to has not appeared.

"Huh! Spicy Gobi! ”

Depressed scolding, Zhao Yan was disappointed to find a wound cloth in the desk drawer to stop the bleeding of the wound, he usually practiced boxing to inevitably break a piece of skin here and a piece of green there, so there are always wound cloths and bone-setting medicine and wine in the drawer.

When he put a wound cloth on the wound, Zhao Yan was already annoyed in his heart, he had not been injured before, time regression had never appeared, he had already estimated that he would scratch himself with a knife, and it was very likely that it would not trigger time regression, but the psychology of luck just now could not be dispelled, and he was looking forward to this time maybe different, after all, time regression had been triggered once before.

Unfortunately, his luck did not come true, and instead it seemed that he was stupid to cut himself with a knife.

After pasting the bandcloth, Zhao Yan staggered and took the toiletries, went out to wash with one hand, and when he returned to the bedroom, he went to bed directly, and his drunkenness gradually rose, he couldn't do anything tonight, so he could only go to bed early.

It's just that it's still early at this time, even if he goes to bed, although Zhao Yan's head is dizzy, he can't sleep for a while, and he doesn't feel sleepy.

Bored, Zhao Yan casually picked up the mobile phone he had just thrown at the bedside, used his mobile phone to surf the Internet, and saw if anyone had sent him a message on Lianxun, and by the way, he also looked at the news on Lianxun.

"Are you okay? Is there anything out of the ordinary? ”

As soon as the joint signal boarded, Zhao Yan saw a message sent by Huo Qinqin, and the time when this message was sent was more than an hour ago.

The two simple short questions made Zhao Yan instantly remember the early morning two days ago, when he just woke up, he saw Huo Qinqin sleeping on the retractable recliner next to the door of the ward.

Because he remembered this picture, the two short questions sent by Huo Qinqin on the joint signal had a taste of concern in Zhao Yan's eyes.

Care, there are true and false, some people's care is just a formality, it is superficial work, but Zhao Yan knows that Huo Qinqin cares about him is true.

He is not a heartless person, not hard-hearted, Zhao Yan himself knows that he has been moved by Huo Qinqin, recalling Huo Qinqin's kindness to him in the past two years, a touch of tenderness appeared in Zhao Yan's eyes.

In fact, he was moved when he woke up in the hospital two days ago and saw Huo Qinqin accompanying him in the ward, curled up and sleeping on that recliner.

But he still can't accept Huo Qinqin's love, he didn't choose to be with Huo Qinqin before, because he didn't feel that way for her, but now it's because he wants to protect her.

Pu Faxian and Spring and Autumn were like a sharp sword hanging in Zhao Yan's heart, which could fall at any time, knowing that he might turn into a pile of white bones at any time, it was even more impossible for Zhao Yan to be with Huo Qinqin. (To be continued.) )