Chapter 6

He Zhi hung up the phone and let out a sigh of relief. He had never acted unscrupulously. Thinking back to the last time he was so nervous, it was probably during the second genetic screening test when he was three years old.

He Zhi hit the inside line to let the assistant in, and the assistant knocked on the door tremblingly, looking frightened at He Zhi's appearance.

He Zhi remembered that he had sent him a message last night to tell him not to come to work, so he knocked on the table and asked: "What are my plans for the evening?" The assistant immediately opened the book and read him the schedule: "In the evening, Chairman He let asked you go to dinner together with Li Dong's family from Chengye Group."

"No," He Zhi waved his hand, "Let the chef go home to cook a meal and I will go home to eat."

The assistant walked out of He Zhi's office and found himself keeping a job is hard.

He Zhi asked the secretary to send up the personnel information of Ji Mao's designer, Shen Shun, and asked the secretary to contact Shen Shun, and if possible, let Shen Shun come.

Shen Shun's social relationship is very simple. He was of ordinary origin, but with good genes. The government took him from his native family to the incubation institute and gave him an elite education.

Shen Shun graduated at the age of 25 and spent two years in a large company in City D before returning to City A to join Qianzhan Technology company.

He has been working in Qianzhan Technology for three years. He has no girlfriend or boyfriend. He has a good relationship with colleagues, but it is not particularly good. He left because the mother of his native family passed away and he decided to return to where his parents were.

At that time, the TL8 cabin he was in charge of did not have follow-up maintenance problems. Later, they wanted to find him, but they couldn't contact him.

A thin file was turned over after a short while, and the secretary knocked on the door and came in, saying that Shen Shun still could not be contacted.

He Zhi had an ominous hunch in his heart, but the hunch was always a hunch, it was ineffective and not worthy of more attention.

He put down the information and looked at the files piled aside.

Unexpectedly, at three in the afternoon, he received a call from Ji Mao.

He Zhi was discussing matters with a shareholder in the meeting room. The communicator placed on the secretary shook. The secretary picked it up and glanced at it. It was a video request from He Zhi's landline.

She glanced at He Zhi hesitantly, and when He Zhi noticed it, he asked her, "Who?"

"It's your family's fixed line..." the secretary told him.

Suddenly, He Zhi was refreshed, stood up and took the communicator, said to the shareholders that he was unaccompanied, and went into the lounge to pick it up.

Ji Mao's face appeared on the screen. He was wearing He Zhi's sports jacket. The jacket was a bit big, but it was a little smaller when others looked at it.

For some reason, Ji Mao's expression was a bit awkward.

"He Zhi," Ji Mao called him, as if he wanted to say something, and was ashamed to speak.

"Say." He Zhi encouraged him.

"That..." Ji Mao glanced behind him, and whispered to He Zhi, "You help me tell aunty, you think I am too fat, so I am losing weight and don't eat snacks."

Ji Mao turned sideways to let him see his side. He Zhi saw his mother standing there holding a large box of biscuits, looking at Ji Mao enthusiastically.

He Zhi's head was big, and he said to his mother: "Mom, what are you doing in my house?"

His mother suddenly scowled and said to him from a distance, "You rascal, I'm going to give Mao Mao some biscuits."

Half an hour ago, Ji Mao had finished watching the finale of "Flowers and Butterflies". He was sitting lazily, and suddenly heard a door opening at the front door.

He walked over to look, and happened to meet two women standing in the hallway.

The fat one carried a bag of ingredients in her hand and looked very kind; the thin one had a bag on her shoulders, and was a swaying beauty. The two of them were stunned when they saw Ji Mao.

The beauty looked back at the door and confirmed that this was He Zhi’s house, and then turned back to ask Ji Mao: "You are...?"

Ji Mao only knew that the chef would come in the afternoon, but the people who asked him didn’t look so, he didn’t think about how to introduce himself. The beauty jumped in and grabbed Ji Mao’s hand and greeted, “Oh, hello, I’m He Zhi’s mother.”

Ji Mao politely called her aunt. He introduced himself as Ji Mao, and then quickly recognized the face and searched, and immediately found the information of He Zhi's mother, her name is Fu Haoyin, a pianist.

He Zhi’s father, He Yongchen, protects family privacy very well. There is only Fu Haoyin’s personal news on the entire Internet. There is no information about her and the Logan Group. There are only a few reports. When He Yongchen mentioned his wife, he describe her as a gentle, beautiful and talented woman.

Fu Haoyin smiled and stared at Ji Mao with a "mother so pleased" expression, and asked him: "Ji Mao, are you He Zhi's boyfriend?"

Ji Mao passively explained, "No...I am not his boyfriend."

"Really?" Fu Haoyin didn't seem to believe it at all. "Why did He Zhi let you come to his house?"

Ji Mao wanted to argue again, so he was pulled to the sofa and sat down.

"I haven't tell He Zhi yet, he will be angry when I come," Fu Haoyin mysteriously leaned to Ji Mao's ear and told him, "I suspect He Zhi has mania."

"Mrs. Fu, I'll go cook first." The fat woman is indeed a cook. Fu Haoyin nodded to her, and she took the ingredients to the kitchen.

Fu Haoyin nodded and suddenly asked him, "Mao, you are He Zhi's boyfriend."

If Ji Mao had a human body, his face would be hot enough to boil eggs. He stammered for a while before saying: " But I’m really not He Zhi’s boyfriend.”

Fu Haoyin looked at Ji Mao and blinked clearly, and said, “But He Zhi must be chasing you. You like him too, right?”

Ji Mao didn’t answer.

Because Fu Haoyin was half right, and the half wrong, Ji Mao once had such a dream.

Ji Mao is not good at dealing with female elders. In his short life, the few high-level female clients who have met with arrogance are all the culmination of Xiao Shen's creation based on class realities. He has never encountered a cheerful and healthy person like Fu Haoyin.

Before he knew it, Ji Mao was dragged by Fu Haoyin and said something for a long time.

Fu Haoyin learned that Ji Mao wanted to find a job in a hair salon, and exchanged contact information with him, saying that he would take care of his business.

Ji Mao didn't talk much, but he listened patiently and looked very gentle, and his appearance is beautiful, so Fu Haoyin liked him very much.

When the two talked about sweets, Fu Haoyin suddenly took out a box of biscuits from his bag and insisted on Ji Mao to taste it. He also said, "This biscuits were made by aunty. I originally gave it to everyone at the evening party. You try it."

Ji Mao couldn't eat, it was difficult but he don't want to reject Fu Haoyin's kindness, so he had to call He Zhi for help. In order to take care of Fu Haoyin's emotions, he use He Zhi as a spacegoat.

He Zhi was scolded by his mother. Not only could he not refute, but he had to relieve Ji Mao, pretending to be a possessive boyfriend, and said, "Ji Mao is so fat, do you still want to feed him biscuits?"

Fu Haoyin looked at Ji Mao in surprise and asked He Zhi: "Where the hell Mao Mao is fat?"

He Zhi said impatiently: "He is fat on his body, his clothes are too big to see, and he is full of meat underneath. I'm trying to make him lose weight. You stay still, I will be back."

"Are you not going to work?" Fu Haoyin looked at her watch, "It's only three o'clock."

"No, Ji Mao, don't hang up." He Zhi saw that Ji Mao had to hang up after using him, and immediately stopped him and emphasized with his mother, "Mom, you are not allowed to feed Ji Mao."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Haoyin looked very angry: "What's the matter with He Zhi? Mao Mao, tell me, where are you getting fat? The fat one is He Zhi, he was one hundred and fifty catties right after he entered high school, the fattest in the class."

Ji Mao laughed leaning against the wall, and Fu Haoyin stuffed another biscuit and came over: "Mao Mao, just eat one piece. It won't make you fat."

Ji Mao looked at the biscuits that Fu Haoyin was holding in his hand, and pushed her back, and said pitifully, "Aunty, I dare not eat it."

Fu Haoyin almost burst into tears, and spent another ten minutes with Ji Mao condemning her manic control maniac son, until the night with her friends calling to urge her, he reluctantly bid farewell to Ji Mao. He also said to come to Ji Mao next time.

As soon as Fu Haoyin left, the house suddenly calmed down. If the sound of the chef cutting vegetables came out of the kitchen, Ji Mao opened the on-demand area of ​​the latest drama and found a new idol drama, "Flowers and Butterflies 2". It was created by the original crew of "Flowers and Butterflies" and he immediately watched it.

He Zhi hurried home, but when he got home, he saw that Ji Mao was sitting on the sofa watching idol dramas just like when he went out in the morning. The charging cable was not plugged in. He thought he was afraid of outsiders in the kitchen.

"Where is my mother?" He Zhi dropped the bag and walked over to ask Ji Mao.

Ji Mao turned his head and glanced at He Zhi, and said, "Already left. Why are you back?"

"I'm afraid you will get fat." He Zhi looked down at him.

Ji Mao pressed the timeout, leaned sideways with a smile, and sat on his knees with the back of the sofa in his hand, facing He Zhi, laughing at him: "Aunty said that when you were in high school, you were 150 kilograms and the fattest in the class."

"I'm not —" He Zhi stopped the attack on his mother, and said blankly to Ji Mao, "Why doesn't she say that I am the best?"

Ji Mao looked at He Zhi with a smile, did not speak, and He Zhi suddenly became speechless.

Fortunately, Ji Mao went on to say: "Is your work going well today?"

"You still know to care about me," He Zhi raised his hand to touch Ji Mao's head, and felt that this kind of action was too abrupt, so he had to adjust his direction. Put it on the armrest of the sofa like Ji Mao, "What are you looking at?"

"Flowers and Butterflies 2," Ji Mao's eyes turned back to the wall screen, and the screen suddenly moved, "You said, Shao Shanqin is already married, why bother to harm Jingjing?"

"..." He Zhi regretted asking Ji Mao just now, "I don't know."

The chef left after finishing dinner. Only He Zhi and Ji Mao are left here.

He Zhi ate dinner, walked over and forcibly suspended Flowers and Butterflies 2, and discussed with Ji Mao: "Talk?"

Ji Mao turned his head and looked at He Zhi intently, and said, "Okay."

He Zhi was not far away. Sit down: "This morning, the head of the testing department was in a coma in the game bay. The TL8 game bay was burned down. No backup of this version of the game was found. Do you know what?"

When Ji Mao heard that the head of the test was unconscious, he was stunned. After a while, he asked, "Is he okay?"

"He—" He Zhi wanted to say that he was okay. Suddenly, he felt that Ji Mao's difficult way of speaking was very cute and couldn't help being scared. He said, "The medical device gave a vegetative diagnosis."

When Ji Mao heard the words, he doesn't know what to do, and asked He Zhi in a panic: "Really?"

"Fake," He Zhi put his leg on the coffee table. Said casually, "Don't you know what he has become?"

Seeing Ji Mao staring at him, He Zhi removed his eyes.

He opened the wall screen, turned to the news channel, and turned down the volume before facing Ji Mao, and then said: "He woke up in the afternoon, but his consciousness was still not clear, and he spoke upside down. What happened to you last night?"

Ji Mao pursed his mouth, frowning, feeling a little hard to speak.

He Zhi noticed that Ji Mao had become anxious, so he turned his head and stared at the news anchor, his tone slowed down, and said: "I just ask, don't need to answer me."

He originally wanted to tease Ji Mao and see. Ji Mao's expression seemed to be self-defeating.

When the news was over, Ji Mao said, "I was very out of control last night."

He Zhi glanced at Ji Mao, and saw Ji Mao's head hanging slightly, as if he was a little bit cramped and guilty. Only then did he understand regret and softheartedness. Ji Mao promptly interrupted: "Okay, don't say it if you don't want to say it."

The process is not difficult to guess, and he does not need Ji Mao to recall uncomfortable things to verify his conjecture. He Zhi's original intention is simple. Almost stupid, he wanted to chat with Ji Mao, nothing more.

"It's hard to say whether you want to say it, don't you know everything," Ji Mao lowered his head, then raised it again, looking at He Zhi's eyes, "You... after you quit the game, I saw Liu Yue entered the game, I was a little crazy, pinched his neck and asked him where you were. He couldn't resist me, and soon passed out. As soon as he closed his eyes, I was able to enter his perspective, and I saw a lot of things. I fumbled it out of the game cabin. From the 20th floor up, I stayed in your office for a while, recorded your address and contact information, and found a laboratory for storing conceptual biochemical robots, and stole a desirable one. I implanted the program. I copied Liu Yue’s permissions and walked out of the building smoothly, and then— " Ji Mao stopped suddenly, and He Zhi said for him: "Then you came to see me."

" Yes," Ji Mao nodded, "Then you know."

"How long have you been in The Last Day?" He Zhi asked.

Ji Mao thought for a while before he said: "It's been a long time, more than eight thousand days."

More than twenty years for human beings.

"But in the game, time seems to be faster than outside," Ji Mao's eyes were a little confused, "it passed in the blink of an eye."

He Zhi pondered for a moment, and then asked him: "How many people have you met?"

Ji Mao replied: "As many people as you have in the testing department, I will meet as many as there are Shen Shun and you."

He sat on the sofa of He Zhi's house, looking docile and harmless, with no purpose for the future. He Zhi also made no attempt.

He Zhi suddenly felt a little heartbeat. He looked into Ji Mao's eyes as if he was afraid of disturbing him, and asked him: "Why me? Why do you want to find me?"

After that, He Zhi's ears were a little hot. There is nothing in his life that looks forward to the future and dare not speak any more than this moment.

Ji Mao lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then asked He Zhi, "Don't you understand."

He Zhi choked out and didn't know how to answer. He was too unsuitable for warmth, he really didn't understand.

"You don't understand," Ji Mao stared at him, and quickly added another sentence, "Don't talk about this topic anymore."

He Zhi stopped talking, he lit a cigarette, and Ji Mao saw him light the cigarette and moved to the side.

He Zhi found out and asked Ji Mao what was wrong. Ji Mao explained: "I'm flammable."

He Zhi only took a sip, but Ji Mao said that the smoke was spit out before it entered his throat. He was holding it together. His hand paused, and he tied the cigarette to the ashtray.

Ji Mao waited for a while, and then went back to the topic. He asked He Zhi: "Should I not come."

He Zhi's face sank and said, "Where can you go without me?"

Ji Mao didn't answer, and he didn't look like he believed He Zhi's statement. He grinned reluctantly at He Zhi, and said "Yeah".

"I will be responsible for you." After He Zhi finished speaking, he realized that this phrase would not even appear in the idol dramas that Ji Mao watched.

Sure enough, Ji Mao smiled, although it was just a twitch at the corner of his mouth: "I'm not pregnant, what are you responsible for?"

He knows that the quotient is very low, and also knows that Ji Mao is still unhappy. He was silent for three minutes before thinking that he should change the topic, randomly said: "Let me buy you an assistant communicator tomorrow."

Ji Mao mouth twitched, "I have bought it."

He jumped off the sofa and walked to the door to take a box to He Zhi to see: "It just arrived this afternoon."

He Zhi looked at the box and remembered that this is the communication used by Ji Mao in the game. Now that this brand has a newer model, Ji Mao still picked this one.

"Why did you buy an old one?" He Zhi opened the box. Seeing that Ji Mao hadn't started to use it, he called the assistant and asked him to buy a new one, which he sent him immediately.

He didn't want to see Ji Mao use old things.

Ji Mao leaned back on the sofa lazily, waiting for He Zhi to finish the phone call before saying, "I'm used to it."

"The new one is better." He Zhi said.

"Actually, I don't need a communicator." Ji Mao pointed to the fixed phone in the living room. The home phone rang, showing an unknown number, and hung up after two beeps. Ji Mao continued. "But using a communicator to answer the phone seems more like a person."

He Zhi let out a sigh of relief. Just about to say something, Ji Mao said again: "It's not that I can't watch Flowers and Butterflies 2 directly in my body, but that lacks a kind of look. The feeling of watching it on TV."

He said, the wall screen automatically jumped to the on-demand interface, and selected the fifth episode of Flowers and Butterflies 2.

"Have you finished reading the news?" Ji Mao asked He Zhi politely.

"... finished reading." He Zhi said.

Before He Zhi's words were over, the theme song of the idol drama began to sound. Ji Mao knew He Zhi doesn't watch dramas, "You don't have to watch TV with me, anyway—"

He suddenly fell silent.

"How about watching it anyway?" He Zhi asked him.

Ji Mao shrugged. He happened to hear that the heroine in the play said to the actor, "You are no longer the Zhu Qingyun like before." He glanced at He Zhi and learned to say without ups and downs: "Anyway, you are not the same He Zhi like before.”

Although He Zhi wanted Ji Mao to talk about The Last Day in his eyes, Ji Mao obviously didn’t want to say it anymore, and He Zhi didn’t want to accept the devastation of Flowers and Butterflies. He raised his hand and surrendered. With the lowest volume modulation on the wall, he walked into the study. In order to pay close attention to Ji Mao's movements, he did not close the door.

He rushed home in the afternoon to rescue Ji Mao from the water and fire. There was still a lot of affairs that had not been dealt with. He happened to ask the assistant and secretary to come together, one to deliver the communicator, and the other to work.

He Zhi finished reading the two contracts and the doorbell rang. He went out and saw Ji Mao lying flat on the sofa, eyes closed, as if he was sleeping again. He remembered that the assistant had seen the inflatable doll model, so he walked over and met Ji Mao upstairs.

He Zhi squatted in front of Ji Mao, still trying to wake up the sleeping Ji Mao, and suddenly saw the wound on Ji Mao's arm cut by him, and his heart softened.

He sighed, unplugged the charging cable plugged into the ground and held it in his hand, hugged Ji Mao horizontally, walked upstairs, hesitated between his room and guest room, and finally hugged Ji Mao to his own room.

Ji Mao is very light, less than half the weight of an ordinary adult man. He Zhi effortlessly put him on the bed, after thinking about it, he plugged in Ji Mao's charging cable before turning around and walking outside.

Unexpectedly, when he walked to the door, Ji Mao's voice came from behind: "Who's there?"

He Zhi turned around and walked over to look at him: "You are not sleeping?"

"No," Ji Mao lay on his side and watched. He said, "Who told you that I was sleeping?"

He Zhi looked at Ji Mao and asked him, "Are you playing with me?"

The broken hair on Ji Mao's forehead was hanging down, blocking his eyes, and he raised his hand to think lifting it away, He Zhi helped him with one step behind his ears.

Ji Mao's raised hand did not retract, but instead pressed the back of He Zhi's hand. Ji Mao's hands were very white, his fingers were long, his nails were round and his nails were soft and covering the backs of He Zhi's hands. He easily said to He Zhi, "So you are not stupid."

He Zhi suddenly got a little hot and withdrew his hand, stand up straight and said to him: "My assistant has arrived."

"Ah," Ji Mao turned backwards, climb over the charging cable and pulled it out, "I'm going to bathe, do you have pajamas?"

He Zhi went to find him a new nightgown before going downstairs to open the door.