HD Chapter 16

When Xu Zhi woke up the next day, Zhou Mu was no longer in the bedroom, but the bed still retained Zhou Mu’s unique dry and warm temperature.

Xu Zhi felt dizzy and felt that he had completely lost the ability to think.

He had another miscellaneous dream last night, with no end in sight, and he started to feel sleepy again as soon as he woke up.

Xu Zhi said to himself, very dissatisfied, “Wen Shuyao prescribed some medicine, and I slept all day long after taking it.”

He stayed in bed for a while, and when he couldn’t lie down anymore, he slowly sat up. When he was about to get out of bed, he suddenly saw Zhou Mu’s cell phone on the bedside table light up.

Xu Zhi didn’t have any sense of respecting other people’s privacy, so he reached for his phone and clicked on the message.

The text message was sent from an unsaved number, but Xu Zhi recognized it at a glance.

This is Wen Shuyao’s phone number.

​—You should know that early intervention is the most effective way.

Xu Zhi repeated it in a confused manner, “Early intervention…what?”

It is said that when most people face emergencies, they will temporarily lose their ability to think because they are unprepared.

Xu Zhi is also one of these people.

He picked up his cell phone unhurriedly and checked the numbers one by one, confirming that the text message was indeed from Wen Shuyao.

When Zhou Mu got up, he opened the bedroom window, and the balcony window should also be open. The fabric curtains were occasionally billowing in the breeze.

Xu Zhi stared at it for a while, and his brain began to work slowly.

But what he felt first was not anger and sadness, but a serious degree of suffocation.

Xu Zhi walked to the window with his cell phone as if sleepwalking and clicked on Zhou Mu’s call history.

There are two records with Xu Zhi, one of which Zhou Mu has not answered, while there are 13 records with Wen Shuyao, all of which have been answered, all of which occurred while Xu Zhi was sleeping.

Xu Zhi stared blankly at the curtains that flew and fell again, and suddenly he remembered a program he did in college.

That program is used to randomly order takeout for Xu Zhi at noon. Xu Zhi doesn’t really like surprises, and although his life is quite routine, he dislikes trouble.

Because every time he orders a meal, different takeouts require selecting different notes and messages.

Xu Zhi used this program, and it stopped working after a while.

He spent all night investigating, but in the end, he couldn’t find where the problem was.

Later, it was discovered that one of his most commonly eaten desserts was off the shelves. There was no setting in the program’s default settings about what to do if the relevant meal could not be found, and an error occurred a few times.

That time, Xu Zhi discovered that many things could not be solved solely by logic.

Computer language is very romantic, but romance is worthless.

Because even if the mistake didn’t occur to him, the final piece of cake would still not be delivered to Xu Zhi’s home.

Xu Zhi’s originally peaceful life was a little different because of Zhou Mu. He was like a small mistake that invaded from the outside but did not hinder the operation of the main program; therefore, Xu Zhi acquiesced to his existence.

After all, the main program runs in a loop for a long time, which is a bit lonely.

They kissed and caressed each other, and even last night before Xu Zhi went to bed, he told him about the small parts of his life that he had never mentioned to others, which were not sad but could be called unhappy.

After he unilaterally came up with the idea that Zhou Mu was a good person and Xu Zhi didn’t want to leave him, he cruelly discovered that Zhou Mu was secretly in contact with his psychiatrist.

Xu Zhi couldn’t figure out which of his behaviors exposed the fact that he had a mental disorder, but he uncontrollably thought of a sentence he had heard before.

Someone once said, “There are three things in the world that can’t be concealed: poverty, cough, and love.”

Xu Zhi thought that a fourth thing should be added: mental illness.

The curtains were still flying around. Xu Zhi wrapped them up, walked to the bed, opened the bedside table, and took out the medicine prescribed by Wen Shuyao.

Take care, and drink it carefully.

Zhou Mu was still cooking in the kitchen to pay off his debts as before. Xu Zhi walked to the kitchen and leaned against the door to watch Zhou Mu sprinkle salt on the fried eggs.

“Are you up?” Zhou Mu asked Xu Zhi while flipping the fried eggs.

“Yeah,” Xu Zhi walked over, stood next to Zhou Mu, and asked him, “Is it done?”

Zhou Mu nodded and turned off the fire, bent down and took out a round plate from the cupboard, and carefully took out the omelet.

Xu Zhi took the plate and lowered his eyes without saying anything, as if he were carefully observing the fried egg.

He watched for a while, then walked to the dining table, put the omelet on the table, and waited for Zhou Mu to serve the meal.

Zhou Mu had already prepared the dishes and placed them on the table. After a while, he brought two more bowls of porridge.

“What’s wrong?” Zhou Mu saw that Xu Zhi was not in a good mood, “Are you still sleepy?”

Xu Zhi shook his head and picked up the spoon to drink the porridge without saying a word.

Zhou Mu sat down opposite him, observing him all the time. He thought Xu Zhi would not answer, but after a while, Xu Zhi put down his spoon.

Zhou Mu also put down his chopsticks.

Xu Zhi’s breathing became faster and faster. He looked up at Zhou Mu, blinked a few times quickly, but said nothing.

Zhou Mu stood up immediately and quickly walked around the table to Xu Zhi and asked him, “What’s wrong?”

Xu Zhi didn’t say anything. He also stood up and looked at Zhou Mu with his head slightly raised.

Zhou Mu tentatively pulled Xu Zhi’s hand, but Xu Zhi didn’t refuse, so Zhou Mu touched Xu Zhi’s cold and wet palm.

“Xu Zhi, relax,” Zhou Mu said, reaching out and patting him on the back.

But when Xu Zhi listened to him, there was no reaction. His whole body was tense, as if part of his soul had been taken away, and he stood there with empty eyes.

Zhou Mu let go of him and quickly ran to the bedroom to get his cell phone. He opened the address book and dialed Wen Shuyao’s number.

Before Wen Shuyao could speak, Zhou Mu said, “Shuyao, come here; Xu Zhi is not feeling well.”

Xu Zhi watched his movements warily. After Zhou Mu hung up the phone and put the phone on the table, tears fell without warning.

“Xu Zhi, take a deep breath.” Zhou Mu held Xu Zhi’s shoulders and exerted slight pressure on his fingers, trying to get Xu Zhi out of his dissociated state.

Xu Zhi’s eyes moved slightly and finally focused on Zhou Mu’s opening and closing lips.

Zhou Mu placed both hands on Xu Zhi’s shoulders, his voice gently guiding, “No need to be nervous. What’s going on with you?”

Xu Zhi wanted to ask, when did you know about it, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn’t say a word.

Wen Shuyao came quickly, and soon the doorbell rang.

Xu Zhi was startled, looked at the door in panic, and grabbed Zhou Mu’s wrist.

Zhou Mu reached out and patted him to comfort him, “It’s Shuyao.”

Xu Zhi didn’t listen, so he asked Zhou Mu, “You’re leaving, right?”

“I’m not leaving,” Zhou Mu hugged Xu Zhi and told him, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Xu Zhi’s emotions completely broke down, and in a consistently low voice, he muttered to himself, his grip on Zhou Mu’s wrist becoming stronger and stronger.

Since no one opened the door, Wen Shuyao took out his spare key and opened the door himself after a minute.

He took a small medicine box with him, walked to the dining table, put it away, and asked hurriedly, “What’s going on?”

Before Zhou Mu could say anything, Xu Zhi shouted loudly, “It’s nothing!”

Everything that followed was chaotic. Xu Zhi was greatly stimulated. He pushed Zhou Mu away and ran into the bedroom, allowing only Wen Shuyao to enter.

Zhou Mu had to wait in the living room. Wen Shuyao came out two hours later.

“It’s okay,” Wen Shuyao walked to the sofa and sat down exhausted, “He fell asleep.”

Zhou Mu stared nervously at the bedroom door without saying a word.

Wen Shuyao also looked at him a few times and then sighed softly, “He still can’t remember you?”

“Yeah.” Zhou Mu nodded.

On July 11, Xu Zhi woke up and couldn’t remember Zhou Mu.

Before this, Xu Zhi had forgotten Zhou Mu six times, so Zhou Mu had to open the laptop again and create a new document in the folder.

Doc7: On July 11, Xu Zhi fell into a delusional state. This time, my identity was the male protagonist in his novel.