Ji Yushi asked, “Why are you coming to Ning City so suddenly?”
“It’s not sudden.” Song Qinglan said, “I have been away for a month and should go and visit my grandfather.”Ji Yushi asked when Song Qinglan would arrive and said, “I happen to be outside right now. I can come to the station to pick you up.”
The information about “Wang Xiaoqian” was very important to the current Ji Yushi. He didn’t think much about it and he also didn’t consider whether or not it was inconvenient for the other party.In fact, Song Qinglan had driven his sports car at a super high speed as soon as he hung up that morning, so he had already arrived in Ning City. After arriving, he finally realised that they had been up all night and Ji Yushi may still be resting.
Thinking this, Song Qinglan resisted the urge to look for Ji Yushi and went to his grandfather’s place first.He had also only just received the information and he sent a message to Ji Yushi as soon as he was done glancing through it.
He didn’t expect Ji Yushi to call back so quickly.After the call connected, in order to avoid seeming too eager, Song Qinglan casually lied and said that he was still on the way.
So when Ji Yushi asked him this, he glanced at the time and lied, “I’ll arrive around eight.”Ji Yushi started the car, “Then wait for me in the waiting lounge. I’ll head over now.”
After hanging up, Song Qinglan who was still at his grandfather’s place hastily cleaned himself up and drove to Ning City’s North Station.
He rushed the entire way and managed to park his car and reach the waiting lounge just before eight o’clock.There were many people coming and going from the station, and there were a lot of people in the waiting lounge.
Song Qinglan glanced around and didn’t see Ji Yushi’s figure. Having confirmed that he hadn’t arrived yet, he breathed a sigh of relief. Immediately afterwards, his heart sank, and he quietly let out a curse.
Since when did he deceive others like this?
Was it really necessary?Song Qinglan had never had this experience in the twenty-six years of his life. He had never felt anxious because of another person and had never felt the need to see someone with his own eyes in order to feel relieved.
Song Qinglan had noticed that Ji Yushi’s mental state wasn’t right.
He didn’t know if people with hyperthymesia have a tendency to overthink but the ‘Chief Wang’ mentioned by Ji Yushi was a discrepancy between his and Ji Yushi’s memory. The calm attitude after seeing Chief Qi, and the ‘brain in a vat’ mentioned over the phone, it was all quite negative. It was completely not like the state a person would be in after successfully escaping and returning to the real world.For some reason, the scene of Ji Yushi opening the medicine box and taking a pill lingered in his mind.
In the park management office, the bookstore, outside the ward…..The chaos in Ji Yushi’s memories were all curbed and controlled by those pills.
The other party’s fragile face, his trembling eyelashes, as well as the unconscious groan he let out when the space capsule was sucked into the crevice, it all contrasted greatly with his logical, intelligent and rational appearance.No matter how perfect the psychological evaluation report was for Ji Yushi, there was a saying that goes ‘those that are too rigid, fold easily’. A human would breakdown if they stubbornly persist and endure past their limits.
It stood to reason that after the transfer was over, Ji Yushi shouldn’t have any further connection with their squad with the exception for the mission report.
There would naturally be people caring about Ji Yushi’s mental state and it was clear that there were no shortage of people who would do that.But Song Qinglan couldn’t help but think.
Since it was possible for him to have several relationships at the same time, it was also very likely that each one of them weren’t serious.
So those people, would they really care about Ji Yushi?
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Mist
Science FictionHyperthymesia. Those with this condition can remember every detail of their lives from something as significant as the world's turning point to something as small and as insignificant as a minor fleeting thought. They cannot forget and their thirst...