【Luanji】Dreamback

If it wasn't for the headache still hurting, Yicun Luanshu would really think it was still morning, and he just had a bad dream that caused him to wake up now, but the minute hand of the cuckoo clock on the wall slowly clicked to the twelve position, and the wood Carved birds popped out of the small white-painted door, and the usually lovely birdsong only disturbed his thoughts now.

He supported the bed with one hand and rubbed one temple with the other hand to sit up, as if he could hear the click of joints that had not moved for a long time, and he froze at the same time he heard human voices.

"Are you awake? Random numbers."

If the first sentence made him alert before he had time to identify whose name it was, then the gentle voice calling his name later made him slump his shoulders and smile at the person who walked in the door.

"Hmm? Should I say good morning, Ji Lei?"

"It's almost night now," Jinguji Jirei put the water glass in his hand, and he could smell the faint sweetness of honey when he was close. When I came back, I saw you passed out on the floor of the study... I was negligent, sorry."

The man frowned, only to realize that the boy's eyes were slowly released, and he gave him a comforting smile.Yimura Luanshu propped up the bed and leaned forward to rub his eyebrows. This behavior made the other party laugh out loud, and Luanshu noticed that the other party had changed from the morning suit to a white long-sleeved shirt.

"By the way, your phone was dropped by the bed." Luan Shu put the water glass aside, saw the familiar pink case being handed to him and subconsciously took it, the pink and purple patchwork bear dangling in mid-air Shaking, shaking his thoughts back to the moment before he fell into a coma.

Yes, he passed out.

The moment I saw the group photo of the three people on the table, the memories that were still a bit blocked in the coffee shop were scattered. Some fragments were pieced together into a picture in a short time. The lamp holder of the light yellow light next to it, and the reflection of the 777 coins falling from the dumpling slot machine.

That's him, Yicun Random Numbers.

Those were the team members he found with great pains, the lonely writer Yumeno Gentaro and the heroic gambler Arisukawa Teito.

That is the Shibuya Division that he formed - FlingPosse.

The memory starts from when he asked Yamada Ichiro to check the information of the two of them, the assembly, the preliminaries defeat, the encouragement, the victory of the rematch, all the way until they lost to Shinjuku representative Ma Tenro, he finally realized what the taste was in his mouth , It’s the battle to avoid the rusty taste of biting his mouth when he passed out, and the tiny wounds are stinging the nerves.

Yeah, they lost.

Lost to Ma Tianlang—he lost to Jinguji Jilei.

Is it because of this incident that you hate this guy so much?

Yimura Luanshu frowned, maybe there was a certain element in it, it was really not reconciled to lose to this man, I always felt that it was not the first time, he should be stronger than Jinguji Jirei, and more proficient in hypnosis microphones .

——Why do I have the feeling that "this is not the first time"?

A cold feeling pressed against his forehead, pulling random numbers away from his chaotic thoughts, and he saw Jinguji Jirei carefully wipe the sweat from his forehead with a wet towel.The moment his gaze turned away, the man was obviously stunned. He subconsciously grabbed the man's wrist, and there was no meat that could directly touch the bones underneath.

So should my emotion towards the man Jinguji Jirei be "hate"?Is the distorted hatred caused by the humiliation of defeat? I always feel that it is not that simple, it seems to be more complicated than simple anger, sweet, bitter, sour - more than that, definitely more than that.

"Random number?"

That's right, what you called me back then was not random numbers, but the unfamiliar "Yimura-kun".

Is it possible for you to fall in love with me if you are so unfamiliar?

Under the circumstance that I also know your distorted interests, and you also know the darkness behind my sweet voice, is it possible for two people who are tearing each other to have the so-called love of human beings?

"It's not this one. I'm looking for my old mobile phone, the one in your study." Yicun Luanshu could see clearly that the pair of ice-blue eyes faltered for a moment, and the wrist that was held was stiff, even if it was off. In a second, the man returned to his original state, waiting for his next words as if nothing had happened, Luan Shu didn't feel that he had read it wrong.

"Random number?"

"The other is pink, with beads hanging on it, and the lock screen is the one from FlingPosse."

"??"

"I remembered something."

Trying to convert the strings of information in my head into words, I can't follow the chronological order, because when I think about one thing, another related thing will pop out of my head, so that it won't sound too fragmented.

As he spoke, he stared at Jinguji Jirei's face, trying to dig out more clues from that plain face. The man unexpectedly didn't respond in particular, but nodded or hummed in certain passages as a reply, and his gray hair followed suit. Watching his movements, he swayed slightly from side to side and pulled his sight away from time to time.

"Although it's here and there, but the timelines are put together in a similar place... It's about after the noon district finals, and it doesn't seem to be as far behind as leaving the Zhongwang district." Jinguji Jilei seemed to be talking to himself. In other words, his eyes did not fall on him, nor did he think about things from any point of existence, as if he were sorting out experimental records.

"But it's a good thing to be able to restore the memory, great, random numbers."

"But Ji Lei doesn't seem very happy." He threw away the quilt that was in the way and knelt on the bed, and suddenly pulled the man's hand with force and pressed his shoulder to lean forward.

With sky-blue eyes close in front of him, Jinguji Jirei suppressed the movement of trying to push him away, showing a somewhat confused expression: "Sorry, I didn't mean that... I just have a flat expression."

"That's not right," the forehead was pressed against the forehead, and the random number of eyes stared at the other party without blinking. "The corners of the mouth are curled up but the eyes are not smiling, and the brows and muscles are not relaxed... Ji Lei is not very happy."

"Ji Lei, do you really like me?"

The man slightly opened his lips as if he wanted to say something, but finally lowered his eyes, and his voice was as steady as usual, "I'm not sure if this kind of emotion can really be called liking? But I can only be sure that I care too much about random numbers .”

"As for the unhappiness you said? If you haven't thought of these things, you won't know that we used to be so tit-for-tat." He turned his face away, pressed him back to the bed and sat down: "If I really want to say-- yes Yeah, I'm not that glad you remembered it. But it's good for you to have your memory restored... and I won't have a problem with that."

"I want to trust you."

After taking a sip of the cold honey water, Luan Shu wiped the liquid from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand before continuing.

"??I went to Ikebukuro today and remembered a lot of things-but these memories feel like they were cut cleanly. There are only DivisionRapBattle clips, not all of them."

"I don't hate Ji Lei not because of this memory, but because of the disgust that has existed in the "emotion" since I woke up—random numbers. I think, our past must not only be a bad relationship in the regional competition, it was a long time ago, Did you know Jirei before?"

He raised his head suddenly, narrowed his eyes and stared at the man sitting on the side of the bed, and met the other's calm gaze - how much of his guess was right or wrong, he couldn't know exactly, but he felt that the man was also asking him.

"It's not helpful for me to just tell you what you've lost, random numbers."

There were not many waves in his icy blue eyes, but he was stating a fact that everyone should know.

"I hope that you will dig out and get back those parts that belong to you by yourself, so that you can return to the real chaos in Yicun."

"That means Jirei won't tell me what else I forgot, and I can't go to Ichiro and ask what happened."

"?? Why did you mention Ichiro-kun?"

"Huh? I saw Ichiro today."

It seemed to be talking casually, but the voice was mixed with joy that could not be ignored.He noticed that Jinguji Jirei suddenly grasped the sheet when he mentioned Ichiro Yamada, and he didn't even have such a big reaction when he told the other party that he had recovered part of his memory.

"Hmm... But Ichiro doesn't seem to recognize me, it's a bit sad."

"?? Really." The man just said lightly, took the bottomed cup and got up, pushed the random number with eyes open and making an innocent expression back on the bed, and put the glass next to him that had been soaked in their conversation for a long time. Twist the towel and gently apply it to the other person's forehead.

In fact, the moment he met Ichiro Yamada, he had an intuition that he could not meet this person, otherwise his exploration so far would end at this time.His intuition has always been very accurate, and his body will automatically hide behind that sister because of his sixth sense.

He did not allow his efforts to collapse until a complete set of supporting measures came out.

"I'm going to play in Shibuya after the random number, huh... But I won't go to Gentaro and Tetsu, just trouble Ji Lei before I get all my memories back!" The young man lay on the bed obediently He chattered endlessly at the other party, and the water drops dripped into the basin with the twisting movement. The back of Jinguji Jirei was just like in his memory.

Indifferent, indifferent, there is no ups and downs unless he is interested in him-but the other party once said that even if he is also a "weird", he doesn't want to get close to him.

"Then it's agreed to go fishing! I'm going to catch a shark in the bay of Yokohama. Let's go to develop a relationship with Jirei's "teammates" Izuran One Two Three and Kanonezaka Doppo. Even if you were an enemy before, you can't be an enemy for the rest of your life— —Ji Lei said yes, and you must never go back on your word!"

Is it the indifference caused by being too tit-for-tat in the past?Is the other party's tenderness and pampering towards me this year real or fake? No, Jinguji Jirei is not the kind of person who deliberately pretends to be a good image. That man will never restrain himself from being interested in the target look.

Is it because he is afraid that he is on the verge of death again?It is not impossible to cherish this kind of drama that earns girls' blood and tears after almost losing it, but Luan Shu thinks that he may have to find a ditch to vomit all his nausea first.

"?? Got it." Jinguji Jirei was silent for a while before replying to his request, and changed the ice towel on his head again.

The man took out what he wanted from the black coat pocket on the back of the chair and handed it to his hand. He didn't look carefully at first, but when the screen was turned on, he saw tiny mesh cracks appearing on the protective sticker. Watch out for the fall.The edge of the bead felt like it could hurt him, Luan Shu poked it with his fingertips, a slight dull pain.

The power is 100% fully charged. He thought that the charging cable specially installed in the drawer had been in this state since two years before he lost consciousness?Luan Shu looked up and cast a questioning look.

"I think you will need it one day... your things are returned to you now."

He looked away and explained his behavior.

"Organizing these memories is very exhausting. You are already very tired. If you can, rest first." The temperature different from that of the towel fell on the eyes to block the light. I didn't feel anything when I was talking, and I haven't returned to normal after quieting down. The spirit of the state is faltering, and the heavy eyelids seem to be filled with lead—rest first, and then recover before doing more things, "Does your head still hurt?"

"It hurts, and it's still very bloated. It seems that a lot of data has suddenly poured into the computer and caused the system to overheat." The voice of random numbers sounded in a daze, and gradually died down.

"Then why is it a random number instead of Aimura-kun?"

Only then did Ji Lei move his hand away, the eyes underneath were closed, and his chest rose and fell slowly with his shallow breathing.

He wanted to put the mobile phone in his hand aside for the other party, only to find that a random number of fingers were tightly clasping the body so that no one could easily take it away.Jinguji Jilei sighed softly. The suddenly quiet space was a little unaccustomed. The sky outside was completely dark, and only scattered residents were still turning on the lights. Most of the people living here were commuting office workers. The point is probably still fighting somewhere in the city.

He really doesn't want Yicun Luanshu to get back his memory, but somewhere in his heart he wants to know what will happen if the other party remembers everything - going back to Yicun Luanshu in the past is not a good thing.

The fingernails slightly dug into the palm of the hand and brought a tingling pain. Jinguji Jirei looked at Yicun Luanshu, who was lying on the bed peacefully. After another two years, that person still looked like he had just grown up. If you count it, this person should be 27 years old.The sleeping pink-haired boy couldn't see the sense of pertinence and oppression just now, even if it was revealed inadvertently, it was enough to make the indifferent Ji Lei a little wary.

If it is Mr. Luanshu, they can hold hands and support each other.

If it was Amimura-kun, they would hold the microphone and shout at each other.

If it is a random number?? Will everything be different?Forget the random numbers of the past, although you will hate yourself and pay attention to yourself according to the feeling of your body, but you will not stop getting close to yourself.

Like a child, maybe what I hope is that the other party doesn't remember anything about the plots and plans of the past era, and lives like a child who doesn't grow up, instead of having naive behavior but thinking about ulterior secrets in his heart.

He has already begun to lose sight of the random numbers in Yicun, and obviously he just remembered the Division Rap Battle.Originally sky-blue eyes with no impurities began to be mixed with feelings that he couldn't understand. From a child to an adult, he would still deliberately act like a baby and disrespect himself deliberately to please him, but he couldn't ignore the inadvertently looking eyes on him. It's like tiny worms want to get under the skin and eat the inside clean.

They understand each other, this is Luanshu's evaluation of him once, Ji Lei thinks that this sentence may have to be changed now-Yimura Luanshu still understands himself, but he begins to be unable to understand Yicun Luanshu.

The other party has begun to pretend, just like how he treated himself in the past-if Yicun Luanshu really returns to its original state, can they still get along like they are now?

No, it's impossible no matter how you think about it, if he really thinks about it, he will never be willing to be kept in a cage like a weak chick. A smile appeared in front of his face.

That smile that couldn't see through and didn't know what the other person was thinking finally caused TheDirtyDawg to collapse.

He won't be like before, knowing everything but doing nothing. He is a bystander and sees how things will develop. He has already lost too much because of his laissez-faire. Since there is a chance to recover, he can't say anything again miss.

He will not make that man's prophecy come true.

'Just let your rotten interest see what happens in the end, I'm looking forward to it. '

People change, and he will never go the way of the past.

’ What a terrible expression that was—I wasn’t wrong at all. '

Jinguji Jilei turned his head suddenly, there was nothing there except the door that was not closed, and the words in his memory were like the whispers of the devil reminding him of what he had done, obviously he had woken up for a year but still occasionally took advantage of the absence Defense is close at hand.

Except for the subtle sound of the air conditioner running, there is only the shallow, almost non-existent breathing sound of Yicun Luanshu.Jinguji Jirei rubbed his aching temples, tidied up the basin and cups on the table and took them outside, and closed the door carefully with his feet.

After washing the things and returning them to their original places, he didn't want to disturb Luanshu's rest, so he turned around and walked into the study. The bookshelves stacked upon each other were the same as the last time he came in. It was here that he found the pink-haired boy fainted on the ground. He had been with him for a year. There was no such a big shake, and the gears that had stopped when they saw the cell phone dropped on the carpet would start running again.

Whether it is good or bad, Jirei Jinguji can't predict it. He only knows that such a peaceful life may not be able to be maintained well-maybe Luan Shu will understand his approach, and they can continue to live in this house, although it is too much. There's nothing wrong with being bland.

People can change, he can change the random numbers in Yicun.

Now that there is no Zhongwang District, the opponent no longer needs to obey orders, and the tit-for-tat confrontation all along can be turned into friendship.

Do you like it?He couldn't understand what this inexplicable emotion was, like a pool of stagnant water finally had a stone thrown in to break the dead stillness, excitement, conflict, unrest——unconsciously wanted to discover what it was, as if The researcher finds something new that causes the hands and feet to tremble.

He wants to see what will happen to Yicun's random numbers, and whether he can protect the other party from letting him touch those dark things again.

Picking up a book on the bookshelf, it was a horizontal notebook and the page on the left was full of words and some data. Ji Lei took out a blue pen from the pen holder and began to write on it, with a rapid brushing sound. The paper was quickly occupied by handwriting, and some professional medical or psychological words were mixed in from time to time. It was almost at the last line that he stopped writing, closed the heavy booklet and stuffed it back to its original position, and there was another one beside it. The booklet, but the year of the cover is last year.

Letting out a breath slowly, the man put down his pen.His eyes swept across the neat desk to pick up the calendar on top, which was filled with all kinds of notes. He turned the page to the next month, and there were a lot less things. When he saw a certain date again, he paused. frown.

"Really, it's almost that time this year?"