This world is terrible

Chapter 220 Lost Identity

March 31th.

The last day of April.

In the sky, there was a crisp drizzle.Different from the coldness at the beginning of the month, the rain seems to have brought a new vitality, making the world a greener place.

"Is it raining?"

On the side of the road, Gao Yi, dressed in normal clothes, reached out and picked up some raindrops.

Seeing that the rain was getting bigger and bigger, he did not know who to say hello to: "The rain is getting heavier, come with me."

On the side of the street, the signboard of a coffee shop flickered in the rain, like fireflies in the dark night, attracting Gao Yi to come forward, pushed open the door, and quickly hid in.

Jingle ~

The welcome bell on the door rang crisply.

The shop manager who heard the voice came up to greet him, and patted Gao Yi on the shoulder with enthusiasm: "Welcome, dear customer."

"Hello boss."

Gao Yi's originally indifferent expression was a little frozen. He looked at the uncle store manager wearing a small round hat and round-rimmed glasses in front of him, and he had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

"This rain is really heavy."

The uncle walked to the front of the store, looked at the rising water vapor outside the glass, put his arms around his hips, and sighed to himself: "I guess there will be no customers coming."

"Oh, by the way, what would you like to drink, guest?"

He turned around belatedly, looked at Gao Yi who was only planning to hide from the rain, and enthusiastically recommended: "I recommend our signature coffee with all my heart, it is ground by the manager himself..."

Gao Yi originally wanted to refuse, but when he thought that he was borrowing someone's land anyway, buying a cup of coffee was also a reasonable thing, so he followed the lead and agreed.

"Come on."

Seeing the store manager go to the back room to pick coffee beans, Gao Yi waved towards the door of the store: "It's raining so hard now, we can't move, so let's take a rest first."

At the door of the empty store, the floor creaked slightly, as if something was walking on it.

Through Gao Yi's perspective, you can see a middle-aged uncle standing at the door of the coffee shop, seeing Gao Yi's movements, he quickly followed him.

"Little brother, tell me, can I really get my memory back?"

The uncle was dragged by Gao Yi to sit down inside, and said without confidence: "After you left that day, I sat and thought for a long time, but I couldn't remember anything. Do you think I am demented..."

He himself babbled a lot, but Gao Yi didn't say a word, obviously he also had something on his mind.

It has been more than ten hours since I went home yesterday and successfully found the soul of the uncle who lost his memory, but during this time, no matter what method Gao Yi used to guide him, he couldn't really remind him of anything.

And the most important point.

The uncle didn't even realize that he was dead, just a soul.

The hidden cognitive veil made him selectively ignore a series of abnormal behaviors such as lurking through walls.

In the eyes of the uncle, he is not a wandering soul of unknown origin, but rather a patient who has been separated from his family due to amnesia and urgently needs to find his original identity.

"Ugh."

Gao Yi sighed, obviously very dissatisfied with the progress of the project he was in charge of.

According to the news from Xiaodi yesterday, Zishan has launched a thorough related investigation, and many large-scale equipment have been sent to the depths, and it is expected to be excavated under the farmhouse.

As for the specific reason, we have to wait for Xiaodi's news today.

"Young man, why are you sighing?"

The store manager who was making coffee at the bar heard Gao Yi's sigh, and said with a smile: "If you have any difficulties, you can tell them. Our store has an additional project to talk about your troubles~"

Following the direction pointed by the store manager, Gao Yi saw a wall densely covered with post-it notes. When he approached and took a closer look, he found that almost all of them were customers' troubles.

Like - "Why do you have to work overtime, why doesn't the boss 414!"

And——"Are you mistaken? Why is he so good at picking out. Mad won't be able to sleep tonight."

Or—"Does she like me? Should I take the initiative to confess? It's so annoying, why don't you try today..."

While making coffee carefully, the store manager raised his head and explained to Gao Yi: "Everyone's illness is often psychological. My main purpose is to put the troubles on the post-it notes, and then through my coffee ..."

Gao Yi watched him come with two cups of coffee, gently put them on the table, and continued to introduce: "It is made for the place where I work, original blended coffee, also known as—"

"Ah, I haven't figured it out yet."

The store manager scratched his head, sat opposite Gao Yi, and invited with a smile: "Try it, you won't be disappointed."

Gao Yi pushed a cup of coffee to the uncle's soul, and he picked up the cup, put it to his mouth and took a sip.

A feeling he had never experienced spread in his mouth.

emmn... It's not bad to drink, on the contrary, it's a bit over the top.

Gao Yi looked up at the small round hat and round-frame glasses worn by the store manager, and suddenly he was a little glad that this guy didn't become an astronaut.

"how?"

"It's a bit bitter."

Gao Yi tried his best to put on a professional look, and took another sip: "But it's very mellow and delicious."

"Right."

The store manager nodded with a smile: "These are all coffee beans cultivated by myself.

"So now, after drinking my coffee, can you talk about your troubles? Young people, if you have been carrying things by yourself, you will be exhausted in the end."

"If you want to speak out, let's communicate more with everyone."

Gao Yi looked at the uncle who was feeling the aroma of coffee and touched his chin, but he also thought it was a good idea, so he skillfully used the rhetoric of friends: "I have a friend..."

"He's lost his memory."

On the glass windows of the coffee shop, there is continuous rush of rainwater beating down, Gao Yi's gentle voice, like spring water flowing through rocks, quiet and resentful.

"Amnesia? So I also have some empathy."

Upon hearing this, the shop manager immediately cheered up: "Before I picked up a young man in the alley, he was so white, he also lost his memory."

"Guess what happened to me?"

Gao Yi was about to complain that you don't intend to reshape a personality, but the store manager spoke first, looking out the window with a look of nostalgia on his face.

"I took him to many places and found many things he had impressions..."

"Once, I took out a science magazine, and he got excited. I asked him if he remembered something, whether he was a scientist or something..."

"It was only later that I found out that when he was a child, his father used this science magazine to whip his ass several times..."

"puff--"

Gao Yi almost spat out a mouthful of coffee, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"Man, what a wonderful thing."

The store manager smiled and looked far away: "What you have done in your life will not be erased, but will be stamped on your own booklet like a seal."

"Whether you forget them or not, existence does not disappear."

"Ah, by the way, there are still cakes baking in the back kitchen. I'll go over and have a look first. If it's burnt, it won't be good. That's it. See you later."

The store manager was shocked, stood up suddenly from his seat, held up his apron, and hurriedly ran to the back kitchen.

"Oops oops oops—"

Gao Yi looked at his leaving back, and muttered to himself: "Is there any trace?"

"Uncle, you..."

He turned his head and was about to check on the uncle's situation, but when he was about to speak, he stopped suddenly.

The uncle stared blankly at the cup of coffee in front of him, but there were big drops of tears rolling down from the corners of his eyes.

"I……"

He slowly stretched out his hands, wanting to touch his cheeks: "Why are you crying?"

"I obviously forgot a lot of things."

"But why... coffee... just want to cry..."

"In the end I..."

He hugged his head tremblingly, and suddenly rolled into a ball: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

(End of this chapter)