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Wake up again, a new day, the filtered soft morning glow faints on the eyelids, and the hue seen in my eyes is pale red, I rubbed my legs, it's good, the familiar empty falls, and then raises my hand to stroke it. Chest, very good, familiar stormy waves (Yima Pingchuan).

When I got up, I felt dizzy again. I looked around the room. The layout of this bedroom is more compact than the overall layout of the home. The door is on the south wall and the east wall is a curved viewing window. It is now in light-transmitting mode. , You can see some green potted plants clustered on the balcony outside the window.

The wallpaper on the west wall is pure beige. Computer desks, desks, wardrobes, shelves, coat racks are leaning against the wall, and a huge chinchilla doll stands in the southwest corner.

The north wall is where the head of the bed is. When you look up, you can see many picture frames hanging on the wall. They are all sketches of the scenery that the guy gave me. I specifically asked that person not to sign, just because I was afraid of being discovered by my mother.

My mother would tell my father when I found out that I was young, and my father would be nagging for a long time. He was busy with work and had to worry about my life. It must be very hard.

Oh, mom, Ulva Yang, this man looks good-tempered, but in fact, he is the worst. At home on weekdays, besides cooking, he bothers me.Anyone who is picky will criticize me if something doesn't go well.

Tuk tuk.

Someone knocked on the door. Only Baiyang Yangzhen would knock on the door of my bedroom in this family. It was a microphone, my mother's running dog, and used to squeeze my dream time as an accomplice.

"Come on!" I said reluctantly, really want to turn on the privacy mode, and then stay alone in the room for a day, no, I still want to see that guy, get up early and have nothing to do, simply learn the online class Well, lest he laugh at his monotonous course again.

Opening the door, it was the mother Yang Xin standing in the corridor.

Mother's expression is very wrong. She is always reserved towards others, smiles politely, and frowns on me with strict scrutiny.But today she is different, her brows and eyes are full of doting.

I haven't seen this look for almost ten years.

Since she formally taught me the Chinese white case technique, Comrade Yang Xin would only give me advice and no tolerance.

"What are you doing here?"

When his mother Yang Xin heard this, she was obviously stunned. She looked hurt and emotional. Who would you show it to?Show me it?

"Xiangli, last night you said you want to make mullet with your mother." Mother's fingers were tangled in her apricot apron, with a girly gesture, I couldn't help but want to cover my face.

Mom, it’s really difficult for me to do it like this. Shouldn’t we be the kind of incompatibility between menopausal mothers and rebellious daughters?

"I forgot." What kind of puff pastry must have been said by that person, alas, don't interfere with my social relations indiscriminately.

My mother lowered her head and turned around melancholy. A torrent of shame surged in my heart. This emotion suddenly broke through my poor self-esteem. When I recovered, I had come to my mother, holding her hand.

Mother gently squeezed my fingers, the heat and the truth of contact passed through, and I didn't know how to respond, and I was stiff and did not move.

"Go, let mom see if your craft has improved."

"Yes."

During the two months of summer vacation, the guy and I exchanged bodies frequently, sometimes once a day, sometimes once every three or four days, or even once half a day. The opportunity was for both to fall asleep at the same time, but this was only a prerequisite.The specific exchange rules are still unknown.

Before going to bed, we will talk once to inform each other of what we are doing today, so as not to be in a dilemma.

We started to keep diaries, but they were all private diaries, and they would not be seen by each other. This was a promise, and we agreed to make it public on the day this abnormal state disappeared.

The first day I kept my diary was July 31st, and I had to make up the experience of the previous days...

I have warned that nasty bad guy many times not to interfere with my family relationship, but sadly, my mother is now completely in love with the skin bag that wraps me-him.

So that every time I change back to my body, I have to surrender in front of my mother's kind eyes.

But after all, I am not the genius with the surname Lu. His white case skills are highly praised by his mother, but let me come by myself, but I will only get the tuts of Ms. Yang Yu's disdain.

I hate it, mom, why are you so leisurely.She loves food and works as a chef. She is not the kind of guy trapped in the kitchen. She is a senior nutritionist, gourmet designer, and heir to a lot of intangible cultural heritage.

Mom, you are so free, which made me passive at home.It's better for that person's home. Usually there are only me and two younger sisters. I really like them.

In addition, I can vaguely remember now that I met another in that person's body, a trumpet, a guy who claimed to be a body operating system.

But I can't remember what the little guy said to me.

It seems to be four words.

can not recall.

It's not a big deal either.

I promised my two younger sisters, mainly Yaomei. I said that I would make a large wooden sculpture for her, make her a table of food that is better than the older brother’s craftsmanship, buy her a new computer, and give her Make an AI pet...This is my Jedi counterattack against that guy.

It is a pity that I am not vicious enough, and he can fulfill all my requests.And he did it.In my younger sister's eyes, I have become a wishing machine, and he is a master of dreams.Yes, the little girl said in her own mouth that she discovered the anomaly between me and that guy. The child’s sensitive intuition told her that there are two different souls in the body of the older brother.

One day, to be precise, it was August 3, Sunday, and the first day of July.Today I am that guy again.The second sister came to me.

Sun Sheng, this little girl, I actually think of her as my own bridesmaid in my heart-isn't that too frivolous and sloppy?But I have dreamed of my wedding with that guy more than once, the wedding in my dream, and every time such a dream is echoed with beautiful piano music.Sun Sheng walked by my side. She grew up, very beautiful, a beautiful girl who made people shine, but she was too serious, with mountain lines between her eyebrows, and she was hard to get close at first sight.

But that's just a dream. The little girl I see now has a smooth face, which reminds me of the reflection of the cherry skin that is soaked in water. The white color is bright, and it is a coveted light, but Sun Sheng is frowning. Frown.

"what's wrong?"

"Big Brother, Dad is very unhappy."

I was stunned. That guy’s father, Lu Jiande, right? I have an impression of him. He occasionally appears at the table head, unsure and always careless.

"why?"

"He has been upset since you killed his mistress."

I:??????????

Chapter 516 The Origin of Terror

This world is really amazing.——Su Xiangli

I really don't know whether the technology of these years is helping or harming people.

Yesterday, when I was in that guy's body, the second sister Sun Sheng said to me with huge amounts of information.At that time, I was calm and went straight to the cold drink shop after lunch.

That guy was already drinking matcha cream, he didn't wait for me and was angry.

"Hey, boy, you have committed a crime."

The guy had an innocent look, and made such an expression with my body. Looking at it, it made people feel sincere, and there was tenderness in my heart. I knew it was the residual thinking of the body.Alas, I still can't use that person's body well, and the remaining instinct will take away my initiative from time to time.

The guy came over with a cup of cream, "Hey, please have tea."

"Hey, Lu Zhengkang, your sister said you killed someone, what's the situation? Let the officer truthfully recruit."

"..." His expression was lost for a moment, and then he pretended to be nonchalant, "How is it possible, the kid is talking nonsense."

This person, really, always fails when lying to me with his body, let alone in my skin.

I stretched out my hand to pinch his cheek, although it was my cheek-no, it was his cheek, he was empathetic-it was not right, objectively it was mine... dizzy, too philosophical.

Su-style pastries: "Hurry up and tell the truth, don't pretend to be garlic with me."