In a way, Wenxuan is a forgetful person.

For example, he forgot how many points he scored in the college entrance examination that year, just like he forgot whether he flushed the toilet just after going to the toilet, and unconsciously forgot it.

But from another point of view, he is also a good rememberer.

For example, he remembers the five cents that the boss had brought back to him a few hours ago after he had finished drinking sugar water outside, and it was still in the second bag on the left side of his pants from top to bottom. He also confirmed that the purple five-cent was still lying crumpled in that trouser pocket.

For example, he remembers that in the fourth grade of elementary school, one of his classmates borrowed five dollars from him and still hasn't paid him back! Now that counts, eight years and four months have passed, plus two days, 16 hours, and 32 seconds. If the interest is calculated according to the interest of one penny a month, he can still get back one more dollar! That's a considerable amount of income, at least with the crumpled five cents in his trouser pocket, he can eat a bowl of refreshing mung bean paste in his hometown.

But the reason why he hasn't urged that person to repay his debt until now is simply because he forgot that person's name, just like he forgot whether he washed his hands after going to the toilet just now, and he forgot it unconsciously.

It was a pretty good day in a certain month and year.

It was a sunny and cloudless day. According to people familiar with the matter, there were no unidentified flying objects in the sky that day, except for airplanes and birds. On the ground, the train didn't derail, the train didn't collide, the bridge wasn't ruined by the boat, and it was so beautiful anyway.

On a certain highway in a certain country, a certain province, and a certain city, many cars with more than four wheels are running desperately as in the past. Although in the eighteen years since Wenxuan was born, he had never seen a car with less than four wheels, except for the garage. But he always believes in one sentence, that is: in the Celestial Empire, there is only what you can't think of, there is nothing that others can't do, even corpse oil can be made into edible oil and sold, what is the three-wheeled car!

Among the many cars speeding down the highway like rushing back to watch an island action romance movie, there is a small car that deserves our attention. Of course, the driver of the car would not shout, "Who is my dad!", nor would he get out of the car with a knife and show the injured the injured the magnificent deadly eight knives.

What we need to pay attention to is that the car is no more than 1.6 meters high, no more than 60 centimeters long, no more than 50 centimeters wide, and weighs no more than 50 kilograms, which is composed of a variety of well-known or unknown elements, and from time to time there will be some displacement of irregular objects.

Someone may really ask, what is this irregular object? Since you have asked, then I will tell you with great mercy! Pick up your mirror, and you will be in it.

In this world, there are many people and things that play one or another role in the lives of others.

For example, this car, which plays the role of a truck in the life of that irregular object, runs from Wenxuan's hometown along a flat track to another city.

Such a character is called Passerby A. This passerby is very important, and I really don't know how to say it without it.

Since it is passer-by A, it only needs to show its face, so why remember it! Therefore, as soon as it arrived at its destination, it threw the irregular object and related accessories out of the car, and after the passer-by B and others inside submitted the instructions to the relevant units and briefly explained the use of the object, they returned the same way!

As for whether passer-by A will appear in the future, let's not talk about it, let's talk about you first!

Do you remember your first day of college and what you did after your parents left?

Is it like an angry little daughter-in-law, silently putting the clothes in the suitcase into the closet one by one, haphazardly or neatly in the dormitory, or is it like a monkey and like a census enumerator, quite actively, climbing up and down the ground to collect all the things that can be collected by the roommates, surnames, names, telephone addresses, etc., to lay a solid foundation for better development in the future, or like a ghost, they are as familiar as their own back garden, and even that is quite secret, and the doormen and security guards will not easily find outWhere is the best place for regular or unconventional communication with siblings, and how many schools and colleges do you know about wandering around aimlessly?

If you do do do the above, then I have to congratulate you, because you have been confirmed as an ordinary person in the truest sense of the word!

But Wenxuan, he is not an ordinary person, he is from the second class!

That afternoon, the sun was as bright as it was in the morning. The planes in the sky either hit the building or hit the birds. When I looked up, there was nothing and it was blue.

Wen Xuan threw the large bags of luggage into the dormitory, and left the dormitory alone without looking at his roommates.

He stopped at the main entrance of the dormitory building, looked around with his eyes like lightning, then put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked towards the building about one hundred and twenty-four steps in front of Wenxuan's right without pause.

For Wen Xuan, the place called the women's dormitory was extremely dangerous, there were many mechanisms inside, and there were evil ghosts and beasts roaming in it from time to time, which made it impossible to guard against it.

But when he thought that he would have a protracted battle with the enemy inside, Wen Xuan's heart couldn't help but feel a little excited, a little nervous in the excitement, and a little scared in the nervousness. The complexity of the love was so complicated that Wen Xuan couldn't control it for a while, so much so that he wanted to take a cigarette out of his trouser pocket and take a few puffs to calm down the complicated feelings in his heart. But he forgot that first, he didn't bring a cigarette, and second, he didn't know how to smoke at all.

There is a cloud in the art of war: "Only by knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can one not be defeated in a hundred battles!"

As the saying goes: "It's better to get a tiger's den, but you can get a tiger!"

Therefore, in order to break through the enemy's defense, penetrate into the enemy's interior, resolve the contradiction between the enemy and us, promote exchanges between the two sides, and for the future of the motherland, in order to reduce the plane fall rate, Wen Xuan decided to take risks alone and go deep into the enemy camp to strive to obtain first-hand enemy information.

For this reason, Wen Xuan turned back the same way, and under the gaze of those roommates who didn't know their names, he picked up his duffel bag and strode out.

"Hey, buddy, what's wrong, did you go to the wrong dorm?"

"No! brother is going to spy on the enemy for our future battles!"

After that, Wen Xuan left without looking back under the gaze of his roommates, or disdainful, puzzled, or surprised.

And in the hearts of those roommates, the seeds that thought that Wen Xuan was a teenager with an incomplete brain began to sprout!