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Shi Meng hadn't expected Fu Xuanliao to overhear his conversation with Jiang Xue just now. Frowning, he said, "You were eavesdropping." "I wasn't eavesdropping, I was listening openly," Fu Xuanliao said, spreading his hands. "I just arrived, and you two were walking out." "What are you doing here?" Shi Meng asked. If he remembered correctly, before they parted last time, he had told Fu Xuanliao that there was only one way to achieve "revival." And that task was fundamentally impossible to…-
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And the snow that day, the scent of wine lingering in his nose—though a long time had passed, Shi Meng still remembered it clearly. He was like a hyperthymesia patient who had lost the ability to forget, his mind crammed with these memories that should have been packaged and thrown into the sea. The sudden awakening made him feel annoyed: "You don't know... you really don't know." Remembering how he was mistaken for someone else back then, Shi Meng instantly lost the interest to speak with Fu…
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Shi Meng returned to his residence. He glanced several times at the marigolds planted in the yard but ultimately decided not to dismantle the awning he had recently installed. It protected them from rain on cloudy days and sun on clear days—a dual-purpose shelter. What was wrong with that? However, when he habitually reached for the watering can, he hesitated and didn't go out to water the flowers. Adhering to a scientifically rigorous attitude, Shi Meng even checked online with his phone. The…
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The farce concluded, Pan Jiawei muttered, confused, "Treasure... did that guy hide some kind of treasure in his pocket?" Shi Meng's hand touched his pocket through the fabric of his clothes. Inside was a wallet, and tucked inside that was a photo—he had seen it last time at the highway rest stop, so he naturally knew what it was. He also vaguely knew that the "treasure" the man spoke of didn't just refer to that one item. "Are we still going for hot pot?" Shi Meng heard Pan Jiawei ask. He was…
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Shi Meng rarely listened to external evaluations of his work. Facing such a sincere "fan," he finally understood what it felt like to be trusted and supported. He somewhat enjoyed this rare, comfortable conversation, though he mostly listened and didn't speak much. Wei Liangji, having confirmed his worries, was also relieved of his concerns. The two discussed Shi Meng's work, from his slightly immature early pieces to his later, decadent style. Wei Liangji chuckled, "They say artistic creation is linked…
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The warmth radiating from his skin felt like a test, and the brush of his hair ends against Shi Meng’s cheek caused a tingling, numbing itch. Fu Xuanliao recalled the Shi Meng of the past, whose hair reached his shoulders. Because he had heard Fu Xuanliao liked short hair, Shi Meng had cut it off without hesitation. Shi Meng had cut his hair again a few days ago. Aside from genuinely liking the clean, crisp look of short hair, did that decision hold a small connection to him? He didn't dare to flatter…
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Back inside the house, Shi Meng felt extremely displeased, realizing his recent departure could only be described as fleeing in disarray. He thought, it was all the fault of the bad rainy weather. The cat bed was placed beside the bed in the upstairs bedroom, but the cat was unpredictable; today it might sleep obediently in its bed, tomorrow it might be perched atop the wardrobe. Opening a can of wet food and mixing it with kibble, the cat ate heartily. Shi Meng squatted by the bed, watching it eat,…
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The person holding the umbrella in front of him trembled violently, as if on the verge of collapse. Perhaps it was an illusion, because he didn't actually fall, nor did he show any intention of retreating. His complexion was just a few shades paler; if before he looked haggard, now he seemed withered. Fu Xuanliao tilted the umbrella further toward Shi Meng. His stiff lips opened and closed numbly: "Do you need to use the restroom? I'll take you." Shi Meng didn't go. The temperature difference between…
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This was not the first time Shi Meng had heard those six words. When he first arrived at the Shi family, he once missed a step on the stairs and bruised his leg. Fu Xuanliao, who was visiting, saw it. Unable to find a bandage immediately, he leaned close and gently blew on the wound, speaking softly like he was comforting a child, though he was still a child himself: "Blow on it, and the pain will fly away." The reappearance of those words now, whether intentional or not, was undoubtedly a reminder to…
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Almost without hesitation, Fu Xuanliao said, "You wouldn't." "I would," Shi Meng said. "Five years ago, did you forget?" "That wasn't you who drugged me." Shi Meng was taken aback by his decisive tone. It took him a moment to speak again: "If it wasn't me, who else could it be?" Receiving this answer made him feel even more ironic. "Back then, you certainly didn't say that." Fu Xuanliao explained, "Back then, there was originally no evidence to prove it was you. It was just a coincidence that I ran…
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