The person who opened the door and came in, plaid shirt, jeans, white board shoes, at first glance, it was a single dog without a girlfriend to help match the clothes, usually, everywhere, but that face, that breath, made Meng Qi feel like he was around him.

It turned out to be another self!

Shouldn't I have died in a rented house? My parents have been suffering the loss of their son for almost three years, right?

The facial features carved out of a mold, the demeanor seems to be copied, and even the breath is exactly the same, so that when he was emotional, Meng Qi thought it was caused by scattered fluctuations, but he didn't pay attention.

He watched the "self" in front of him throw off the board shoes, put on slippers, rubbed into the kitchen, grabbed half of the sausage that had not been cut and gnawed it, and was knocked on the head by his mother, only to feel that the scene seemed to reappear yesterday, like a fantasy and reality.

The beauty of the memory is played like a movie, but the one in the memory is not me.

Who is true and who is false?

Did the Demon Buddha or Yang Jian deliberately "create" another self in order to cover it up and not be detected, or was there something else hidden?

He stood in the living room, his figure hidden in the void, watching the warm scenes of homely cooking play out one after another.

"It's almost thirty people, and they haven't been in shape yet, so let's get rid of the food. Mom pushed the lazy-looking "self".

"Myself" smiled and praised my mother's sausage skills, and then took the finished dishes out, lowered my voice, and asked my father: "How much private money have you saved recently?"

Dad covered his pockets and looked vigilant: "Little rabbit cub, you want to beat your father's private money again? Is it easy for your father and me? Every time I buy vegetables, I can save a few dollars, and I have to use the old good cigarette box to buy a pack of cigarettes, you rabbit cub not only don't honor your father, but also always beat my idea of private money, I really hate not to have a daughter." ”

"Myself" said with a begging face: "Dad." Let me just ask, are you so excited?"

As he spoke, he took out a stack of money and stuffed it to his father: "Quit smoking, buy some e-liquid or something instead." ”

Dad borrowed the money and suddenly sighed: "I just said with my mouth, you can keep the money yourself." The family conditions are average, I can't help you anything, and now the girl has high requirements, and you have to rely on yourself to marry a daughter-in-law in the future. ”

"If you give it to you, you'll take it, I'm young and strong, educated and capable, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to make money?"

Dinner was set, and as usual, I entered my mother's long-winded time to see if I was not satisfied. Look at the one who was eager to kick, and finally sighed for a long time: "Meng Qi, my mother doesn't ask you to support the elderly, but you are almost thirty years old, and you don't even have a partner, I'm anxious, next door Dong Xiaoming is a few years younger than you, and my son can call him father." I know you're high-spirited and unwilling to compromise. But as I grow older, I have less and less room to choose in the future, and I'm getting older, and I'm not in good health, so I don't want to see my daughter-in-law until I die......"

Seeing that the more my mother talked, the more sad she became, and "myself" coughed. Hippie smiled and said: "Mom, it's not a problem, there are not a hundred girls who have a crush on me, but dozens of them, of course I have to choose carefully." ”

My mother was immediately amused, and glanced at "herself": "I will brag! I have the ability to bring one back before the end of the year!"

"Yes, yes, yes. Abide by the decree of the Queen Mother. The "self" gag gradually softened the atmosphere of dinner.

One is chattering and full of love, the other is silent and silent, and the love is hidden in his heart, and the other is active, persistent and filial, forming a warm and beautiful family picture, which caught Meng Qi's eyes, making his heart fluctuate and his emotions complicated and indescribable.

Moved, aftertaste, sour nose, but can only be like an audience, quietly witnessing all this, there seems to be a chasm ahead, no matter how it can be erased, you can't walk.

All this often appears in memories, but at that time, my mother rarely nagged about her daughter-in-law, but now, I am standing by and watching them enjoy their family fun, but I have nothing to do with myself anymore.

I don't know if I'm a guest in my dream.

Washing dishes, mopping the floor, chatting, when this Meng Qi returned to the room, his eyes suddenly contracted, and his heart beat rapidly, because there was a familiar figure sitting on the computer chair.

If he hadn't known that there were no mirrors and that he was dressed very differently, he would have thought he had seen himself.

"Who are you?" he blurted out, his expression terrifying.

Then I felt that the voice echoed in the room, and there was no leakage at all.

Meng Qi smiled very lightly: "Am I not you?"

His eyes bloomed with black and white light, an ancient lamp shone through the future, and the wheel of the third Ming King in his hand rotated quietly, directly awakening the memory of "Meng Qi in front of him" in this life.

Bit by bit, the past reappeared, Meng Qi experienced his childhood, youth and youth again, and there was no difference from his own memory, but at the point in time he traveled, this Meng Qi's memory was not dead, and he was sent to the hospital, and then he understood that life was fleeting, quit his job, returned to a small county town, and lived very close to his parents.

King Ming rotated, and the memory was traced back further, and suddenly it was blank, this Meng Qi had no previous life!

"So that's ......" Meng Qi closed his eyes and figured out the cause and effect.

In order to get out of trouble, the Demon Buddha acted cautiously, and after throwing his "he and me" into Su Ziyuan's body, he created a new soul to replace "Meng Qi", this soul itself has no memory, and was infused by the Demon Buddha into his own bits and pieces, forming the same character and behavior, with the same memories, in a sense, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is "Meng Qi".

After that, Yang Jian stole the beams and changed the pillars, took blood and pinched the body, and replaced the physical body.

"has the self-awareness that he is Meng Qi, has complete and detailed memories, has the same three views, the same personality and the same hobbies, so the people around him and even himself believe that he is 'me'. Looking at the familiar facial features in front of him, Meng Qi suddenly realized a little, "What is me? What is he? What is the unique mark that distinguishes oneself from others? Genes can be copied, bloodlines can be derived, opinions on certain things, feelings for certain people or things, all come from memories and experiences, when other people have exactly the same memories and exactly the same experience, who is me? Who am I?"

This is the uniqueness that Mr. Lu Da is saying, this is the question that the Qingdi is pursuing, finding oneself and finding the real "me" is the main link to improve the level of life, and it is the key point of legend, creation, and even the other side.

Otherwise, there are countless others and me in the ten thousand worlds, how many of them have been in the past and future, how can they recognize that I am me?

Meng Qi unconsciously left the room, walked to the living room sofa and sat down, all kinds of understandings flashed in his mind, and many doubts flashed in his mind, his mind was like the night outside, sometimes he could see the moon and stars, but after all, he could not break through the darkness.

He didn't hide his figure, the black and white cat first hid to the side, then probed his brain to peep, and then seemed to smell a familiar breath, jumped over, and rubbed his head against his hands.

This rub penetrated several years.

Meng Qi touched the cat's head, sat quietly, admired the night, and thought about me as me, and the whole person seemed to be shrouded in darkness.

The unique "me" comes not only from personality and experience, but also from the so-called true nature, innate nature, the initial imprint, which is why the other self and the self can always be connected.

Unconsciously, the rooster sang, the east was white, the morning light illuminated the sky, illuminating the fog in Meng Qi's heart, he felt that his internal organs were light, and gradually higher than the ten thousand worlds, and he was not far from the heavenly immortals!

Just then, the door to the parents' room opened, and Dad walked out and walked to the bathroom in a daze.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Meng Qi sitting on the sofa, paused and said, "So early?

Familiar tone, familiar care, Meng Qi pursed his lips, his eyes drooped, and he said with a low smile: "Your son has no heart and no lungs, how can he have something on his mind? ”

This kind of Q&A, for me, has been a gap of more than 30 years, and I don't need to envy the warm scene I saw last night.

"You. Dad shook his head, walked into the bathroom, and when he came out, he saw Meng Qi holding some green plants in his hands.

Meng Qi smiled and handed it over: "Dad, this is the arm of the fast Jingbanlangen, uh, the branches, curing all diseases, I bought it online, but it must be genuine, you use seven bowls of water to boil the soup, with ordinary banlan root to share the medicinal properties, you won't cough anymore if you drink half a cup every day." ”

"Banlangen, who is about to become fine?" the father sneered, his son was running the train with his mouth full, but he was full of filial piety, which was gratifying.

He took the banlangen, hummed a little tune, and walked back to the room.

Meng Qi stood in the faint whiteness of the early morning, watched quietly for a long time, and left the house.

............

The fake "Meng Qi" always felt strange when he woke up, and turned his head to look to the side, only to see a note on the computer desk, pressed with a strange metal sheet.

He picked up the note and looked at it, and there were a few words written on it:

"From now on, you will be my brother. ”

"My parents are old, it's not good to toss anymore, give them more 'tonic' bodies, and the medicinal herbs will be passed on to you. ”

"If you have something, use the universal knowledge talisman. ”

"Meng Qi" was confused and at a loss, what brother? What universal knowledge talisman?

At this moment, his phone rang, answered casually, and a sweet voice that he couldn't forget came: "Hey, Meng Qi?"

"Cai, Cai Yang?" Meng Qi was overjoyed and surprised, "Why do you want to call me?"

"I've had several people to get your call, thank you for your guidance yesterday, I want to treat you to a meal, well, if you don't mind, I have a friend who wants you to help. Cai Yang was a little unsure.

"Yes, yes. "Meng Qi" didn't hear the words clearly at all.

............

Walking down the stairs, Meng Qi ran into a neighbor he had known for many years, who had achieved nothing, but now seemed to be in good spirits.

"Xiao Meng, got up so early today?" the neighbor's eldest brother greeted him earnestly.

Meng Qi nodded: "I'm old, my body is not good, and I must start exercising." ”

The neighbor's eldest brother snorted, and suddenly came over: "Xiao Meng, have you heard of ......?"

Did he start doing Amway...... Meng Qi sneered.

The neighbor's eldest brother continued: "Have you heard, heard of the childless mother?"

Belch...... Meng Qi's gaze fell on his face. (To be continued.) )