Chapter 542: Loneliness

"Xia, look, I have my name tattooed on me." Yu Nian'an said.

"Where is it?"

Yu Nian'an stretched out her index finger, and on the side close to her thumb, there were three beautiful cursive letters.

"Y N A".

"Is it beautiful? Come and read with me!" She happily pointed at the three letters and slowly read, "Yu-Nian-An!"

"Okay, okay." Qi Xia also smiled and nodded, "When you are old and can't remember who you are, I will point it out to you."

...

"You lied to me?" Qi Xia's eyes flickered slightly, and she looked at Yan Zhichun in front of her, "How could you not have heard of the name "Yu Nian'an"? "

"What?" Yan Zhichun was also stunned, "Why do I have to know that Yu Nian'an? And this is our first meeting, what's the point of me lying to you? "

Qi Xia shook his head vigorously, and felt a noise in his ears.

There must be something wrong with all this...

He took a step forward and stretched out his hand to grab Yan Zhichun's wrist. This action startled the two people beside him, and they immediately came forward to hold Qi Xia.

"Hey! What are you doing? !" Old Sun shouted, "Young man, you should talk properly, don't fight."

"I should have realized it a long time ago..." Qi Xia gritted his teeth and said, "You are "extreme"... How many truths can you say?"

"What? !" Old Sun was confused by what he said, "What's wrong with us being "extreme"? Did we beat you or scold you?"

Qi Xia ignored Old Sun, but grabbed Yan Zhichun's arm, moved her palm to his eyes, and looked at the three letters carefully.

"Y N A".

I have seen the font and pattern of these three letters countless times, and there is no way I can remember them wrong.

This is exactly the same as the tattoo on Yu Nian'an's finger.

If I borrowed Yan Zhichun's "body" to fake my memory, why can I remember the details so clearly?

"Your name is Yan Zhichun... but there is "Y N A" under the tattoo on the side of your finger..." Qi Xia said with trembling lips, "How are you going to explain it?"

"My name is Yan Zhichun. Is there any necessary relationship between the letters tattooed on my finger?" Yan Zhichun said unhappily, "Are you really crazy? I thought you were a smart person..."

"Yes... I feel like I'm going crazy... What else is real here?"

Yan Zhichun frowned and moved his fingers slightly. Qi Xia in front of him immediately let go of Yan Zhichun's arm and made the same action as her.

"Qi Xia, I treat you politely because you are a smart person, but do you want to die so much? "

Yan Zhichun reached out and stroked his hair, and at the same time, Qi Xia also reached out and stroked his non-existent long hair.

Usually, when Yan Zhichun used his "Mind-stealing", his strange ability would definitely shock the other party.

But Qi Xia in front of him didn't have that.

He didn't care about what was wrong with his body, nor did he care about what was controlling him. He just stared at Yan Zhichun's fingers.

"What's wrong with you?" Yan Zhichun saw that the man in front of him was not aggressive, and then withdrew his "echo", but Qi Xia still didn't move.

"No... I..." Qi Xia felt that his brain was blocked again, and hurriedly changed his words, "This question is really important to me... If I scared you, I'm sorry in advance... It's just that tattoo..."

Yan Zhichun pinched his aching wrist and looked at Qi Xia curiously again, while Lao Sun and Lao Deng beside him were also a little confused.

The man in front of him seemed crazy, but he was always doing something strange.

"You think I have a tattoo of 'Yu Nian'an'?" Yan Zhichun frowned and said, "What a ridiculous inference! Who is Yu Nian'an to you?"

"My wife..." Qi Xia said in a low voice, "I'm looking for my wife... She has a tattoo on her finger that is exactly the same as yours."

"Exactly the same?" Yan Zhichun was stunned and looked down at the tattoo on her finger, "Are you sure?"

At this time, she also felt a little strange. She didn't even know Qi Xia, let alone her wife.

Although she had met many people in the "End of the World", she didn't remember anyone with a tattoo on their finger that was exactly the same as hers.

"My tattoo has nothing to do with 'Yu Nian'an'." Yan Zhichun replied, "I suspect your memory is confused."

"Then your 'Y N A'..."

"It's English." Yan Zhichun said, "The abbreviation of 'You are not alone', which I tattooed to comfort myself. "

"You are not alone"..." Qi Xia's eyes went blank when he heard these four words, and Yu Nian'an's voice kept echoing in his ears.

"Xia, you have me, you are not alone."

"Xia, if you don't have me, how lonely would you be?"

Yu Nian'an.

Yu Nian has always been uneasy.

And I have always been lonely.

Yes, Yan Zhichun's motive of tattooing an English abbreviation on his finger is more reasonable than Yu Nian'an's.

Who would tattoo the abbreviation of his own name on his finger...?

"Why is this the result again..." Qi Xia said trembling all over, "As long as I look for the answer, it must be this result... Damn... I don't even have a way left... I don't even..."

Qi Xia felt a splitting headache and was about to faint again.

But the situation this time was obviously very different from the previous one. If he fell here, there would be no hope of survival. The three people in front of him were not Qiao Jiajin and Chen Junnan. They had no reason to save him.

"Zhichun." Old Sun shouted, "We should leave too. It's almost time."

Yan Zhichun nodded, and the three of them ignored Qi Xia's painful face and walked to the back door, pushed the door and walked out.

Qi Xia grabbed his hair and waited for the severe headache to pass.

At this time, he could clearly hear the rustling sound behind his ears, as if the black lines had begun to cut cracks in the heavy door and were now drilling into the house.

"I can't die yet..." Qi Xia stood up with difficulty, and ran towards the back door without even looking back.

Fortunately, the back door of this building led to a wider alley, which was more or less bright.

After roughly confirming the direction, Qi Xia began to run on the road again.

But if you look closely, you will find that his expression is as dead as ashes.

Why should I stay here?

Why should I escape?

Why should I run for my life?

What is the meaning of all this?

I am now cut into pieces by the black line.