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Chapter 22 "Mr. Jin Zhiyu?"

'Ah, brat!Say!The fever I hid under the bed... No, did you take something from me again? ! '

'Hey, old man!Don't take it too far!Ouch!Are you still playing? ! '

'No-promise guy!Don't run away if you have the ability! '

'Smelly old man!A coward who wants to drink but only dares to hide it secretly!If you have the ability, don't chase after him! '

'what? !Ah, boy, you stand there, don't run if you have the ability! '

'Hey, idiots don't run away! '

……

In the darkness, Han Yu was lying on the bed, his eyes closed, his brows slightly frowned, the expression on his face was constantly changing, his lips moved slightly, as if he was muttering something, but the voice was too soft for people to hear clearly.

"Smelly old man!!"

Huo Di, Han Yu sat up all of a sudden, opened his eyes completely, and yelled as if he was calling for something.

"Ha ha……"

As if waking up from a dream, Han Yu had a dazed expression on his face, panting lightly, blinking his eyes vigorously, as if trying to wake himself up.

After a while, Han Yu gradually calmed down. At this time, he felt a strange coldness coming from his body. He touched his forehead, which was covered with sweat. Only then did he realize that his body had become wet unconsciously.

"what happened?"

Han Yu closed his eyes, patted his forehead, and leaned against the head of the bed, his mind full of doubts.

Han Yu seemed to have had a dream just now. In the dream, there was nothingness. There were two voices talking. The voices were very ethereal. Han Yu couldn't distinguish any characteristics. He could only hear what they said clearly. It was a paragraph without beginning and end. dialogue.

Han Yu thought it was a dream at first, but it didn't seem to be a dream. How can someone's dream light have a sound?And it has an unspeakable sense of reality. Most importantly, Han Yu feels that he seems to be very familiar with the two voices in the dream.

Could it be... Jin Zhiyu?

Han Yu's eyes suddenly opened, and a guess appeared in his mind.

Jin Zhiyu's emotions can affect him, and Han Yu understood this long after he determined that he became Jin Zhiyu.

If it was the previous situation, Han Yu would never allow anything to interfere with his heart.But Jin Zhiyu is different, since Han Yu has accepted his body, of course he is also obliged to accept everything else.

So, for Han Woo, Jin Ji Woo is a special exception.

And the dream just now seemed to be... Jin Zhiyu's memory?
"call--"

Han Yu let out a breath and blinked his sleepy eyes.

It would be nice if it was true.

Han Yu is not sure whether this has something to do with Jin Zhiyu, maybe it is a dream he had dreamed, but as he thought, if it is, then that's good, because this way, at least Han Yu can let Jin Zhiyu know The memory is not really gone.

"Jiujiu~jiujiu~"

At this moment, several clear and sweet cries suddenly came from outside the house.

When Han Yu heard this voice, he blinked his eyes, suddenly thought of something, couldn't help turning his head to look, but only saw a layer of thick curtains, his face changed suddenly, and he immediately got out of bed, Tentatively, he opened the curtains.

All of a sudden, a ray of sunlight that was so intense that it dazzled the eyes entered the room.

Han Yu suddenly turned his head to look at the clock on the bedside by the light, and it showed: "8:06"!
"Oops!"

……

Han Yu felt very sorry for being late for the date, especially because the date was just for himself.

Fortunately, Zhen Xiuwan was very generous, and after jokingly banging Han Yu for a barbecue, she hurried back to the TV station.

Han Yu was a little relieved to get 300 million, but he didn't make any big purchases, he just bought two gadgets on the way home.

Now, Han Yu is standing in front of the large vertical mirror he brought out from the clothes room, holding a pair of scissors and a comb in his hand, these are the things he bought when he got home.

That's right, he's going to give himself a haircut.

Of course, Han Yu didn't take Zhen Xiuwan's words to heart yesterday, but his hair is indeed going to be cut.Han Yu's hair hasn't been cut since he was hospitalized two months ago, and now Han Yu's bangs almost cover his eyes.

Han Yu knows how to cut hair.After all, if a person is unwilling and unable to go out for a long time, he must learn most life skills.So after the age of 12, Han Yu cut his hair by himself, just like he learned to cook.

However, unlike cooking, Han Yu's haircut skills have never been put down, and it doesn't take much effort to cut his hair. Moreover, during the process of cutting hair, as the hair falls, Han Yu will start to slow down. Slowly recall what he has done during this period. He likes to think about things while cutting his hair, just like thinking about eating. This is also different from cooking. Han Yu will not think about things while cooking, because If the dishes are spoiled, he will suffer a lot, but if the hair is spoiled, it's okay. Anyway, Han Yu is alone.

Han Yu stood quietly in front of the mirror, looked at his pale face these days, then weighed the scissors and comb in his hand, and began to take off his upper body clothes - he didn't buy them when he went home When it came time to get a haircut, I had to take off all my clothes.

After taking off his clothes on his upper body, Han Yu started to get ready to cut his hair. He held scissors in one hand and a comb in the other, but when he was staring at himself in the mirror and just lifted his bangs with the comb, his whole body But he seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and his movements couldn't help but stop. Then, his eyes gradually converged on the upper left corner of his forehead in the mirror.

On the upper left corner of Han Yu's forehead, there is a small inconspicuous scar. It is because of this scar that Han Yu's head is covered like that.The wound was actually not that big, but the amount of bleeding was heavy, and it was said that there were still some traces of bone cracks in that part of Han Yu's skull.

Han Yu stared blankly at the scar for a while, and then suddenly turned his gaze to the top of his naked left arm in the mirror.

On the upper end of Han Yu's left arm, there is a flesh-white scar, which is not obvious but very long. It starts from the left shoulder and extends straight down, occupying almost half of Han Yu's left arm.

Han Yu looked at the long scar calmly. In his memory, if it was his original body, there should be a birthmark there. Obviously, unless the skin is changed, it cannot be erased.This is also one of the reasons why Han Yu was sure that this was not his body.

If there are only one or two changes, it can be explained, but if three, four, or even almost all changes, then it cannot be explained.

There are two scars, the first one seems to be a symbol of coming here to me, so what about the second one, does it have any meaning to Jin Zhiyu?

Han Yu glanced back and forth between the two scars, and then suddenly took a step back.

Han Yu is standing right now, so that he can see his whole body in the mirror, the exposed muscles of his upper body, and his slender figure.

This is the first time for Han Yu to observe his new body carefully. The previous time in the bathroom is not counted. He hasn't taken a good look at it yet, and his mind is already filled with shock and involuntary thoughts.

Well, the height is about 1.8 meters five upwards.

Han Yu compared the top of his head to the mirror, and then he turned his attention to his upper body.

It looks like a perfect figure, but Han Yu doesn't care about this. The gym can easily help people develop a body with perfect muscles. What he cares about is, aside from the surface, what is hidden inside this body...?
Han Yu felt that Jin Zhiyu's muscles did not seem to be due to fitness training, but were caused by insisting on a certain kind of exercise for many years. He could feel a kind of vigorous strength hidden in this body, especially... …his arm.

Han Yu raised his right hand, looked at it, and then punched him hard. Well, it felt similar to a normal adult, but Han Yu knew that his body was definitely more than that simple.

The more time passed now, the more Han Yu felt palpitations when he recalled his reckless actions at the beginning. It seemed that he had been locked in the house for too long. If it wasn't for various reasons, he would probably be lying in the columbarium now.

Whenever Han Yu recalled the details of the day he jumped off the building, he would notice one thing, his right arm.

Han Yu didn't expect it at first, but later he noticed the unusual strength of his arm. He was able to hold the stone platform firmly at the moment of jumping off the building, and he brought himself up without much effort. It is no longer the domain of ordinary people.

But since then, Han Yu can no longer use that power, as if that power has lurked deep in his body, and only the correct way can use it.

Who is Jin Zhiyu?

This is the most frequently asked question in Han Yu's mind these days.

The more Han Yu entered Jin Zhiyu's life, the more he couldn't see through this guy. There seemed to be endless mysteries about him, and almost all of them made Han Yu completely puzzled.

Amnesia, amnesia, damn amnesia!
Han Yu looked at himself in the mirror, sighed very unhappy, and suddenly lost the mood to cut his hair.

However, at this moment, a voice that Han Yu was not so familiar with but made him feel goosebumps instinctively rang out.

Han Yu turned his head to look a little stiffly, and suddenly, his expression became indescribably weird.

Ringtones!

Han Yu's mobile phone was placed on the table not far away. From Han Yu's perspective, he could just see the screen of the mobile phone clearly, but now there is still only a string of numbers on it!
Not Zhen Xiuwan.

This was Han Yu's first thought. He had already added a note to Zhen Xiuwan's call before, and the second thought that came out after the first thought was... who is it this time? !

The only thing Han Yu is lucky about now is that there is no note name on the phone, but it is the same as before, anyway, this guy has Jin Zhiyu's phone number!
Han Yu hesitated for about three seconds, and finally he made the same decision as before. After all, for the same reason as before, he had no choice.

"Then... that, how are you?"

"Mr. Jin Zhiyu?"

The voice of a middle-aged man.

"what?"

Hearing the other party call this name, the pupils in Han Yu's eyes shrank slightly, but his voice didn't change, "Yes...it's me, you...what's the matter?"

"What?! What? Mr. Jin, did you forget?! More than 20 days have passed, and tomorrow is the deadline we can give you. If you don't come to the interview, we won't give you another chance of!"

"What... what?!"

(End of this chapter)