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Facing Zhang Xiaokang, who was full of negative energy, I could imagine a person with a good memory like him who would bear a grudge against him for what had happened. From the bottom of my heart, I wanted to help him.

Because of his good memory, he was able to remember someone's unintentional words many years ago and repeatedly ferment them in his mind. He was still unable to let go of them.

The speaker did not have the intention to listen. He was just talking about his current situation.

"Bro, don't you think you're a bit of a snob?" I asked.

Zhang Xiaokang shook his head, "It's easy as you say, but that's because you're not me. You don't have a good memory like me, so you can't feel my pain."

Li Fengyun spoke, "Xiaokang, I can understand what you're saying. When I was young, my parents used to throw a tantrum and beat and scold me, but I loved them, and I know they loved me, too, except at times they couldn't control their emotions. "

On the other hand, I also remember my father and mother's love for me. That year, I fell ill with acute gastroenteritis, and I even collapsed from vomiting and diarrhea. At that time, the circumstances were bad, there were no cars in the house, and I couldn't get a car. My father borrowed a bicycle and sent me to the hospital.

"There was a lot of snow. My dad was wearing a big cotton-padded jacket and wrapped me in the back seat of the car. Under the big cotton-padded jacket, it was very warm … His hair, beard, and eyebrows were covered in a thick layer of snow, and his shirt was also wet. That snowy day, my father rode his bicycle in the snow for more than an hour, and ever since then, my father's windpipe has always been bad. That was the time he was frozen! "

"When I was in high school, my mother bought me dumplings for my evening self study at home, and then she bought me dumplings to eat. That day, my mother was in a hurry and forgot to bring some of their secret sauce from the dumpling shop, so I enjoyed eating their sauce." In high school, my mother bought me dumplings for my evening study at home, and that day, my mother bought me dumplings for my mother, and that day, my mother was in a hurry, so I forgot to bring some of their secret sauce from the dumpling shop.

Other than my parents, the rest of my relatives, classmates, friends, and the like are the same. Although there are times when I get along with them and I don't get along well with them, on the whole, they all treat me well. I try my best not to think about those unhappy experiences, and I always think about their happiness, because I know that people are unholy, and everyone will make mistakes, and maybe the mistakes they make hurt me, but most of the time, I think about how they treat me well.

"Zhang Xiaokang, you are still young, and you still have a long road ahead of you. Don't live in despair and hatred, and cherish everyone around you. Most of them don't really hate you, and they really want to hurt you." Zhang Xiaokang, you're still young, and in the future, you still have a long road ahead of you, and don't live in despair and anger.

"But please believe that they did not do that on purpose. Their original intention was not to harm you. Some people, in fact, you have already seen them for the last time, and may never see them again in this lifetime. Forgive them for their mistakes. Forgive yourself for accepting this world. There are so many beautiful things in life that you have to take it slowly and experience them rather than just living in the midst of what someone else has done to you. "

After Li Fengyun finished speaking, he lit another cigarette.

It was probably the first time I heard him sigh so much, thinking that Li Fengyun looked rather rough, but his thoughts were still very meticulous.

Zhang Xiaokang listened very seriously. His emotions gradually stabilized, and he nodded to Li Fengyun from time to time.

It seemed that Zhang Xiaokang had heard what Li Fengyun said. Perhaps from the beginning, he believed that Li Fengyun was the same person as him. With the same amazing memory, he could remember all the little things that happened many years ago.

A person with a good memory might really have some unknown pain …

Zhang Xiaokang, who was standing in front of him, was the representative of the extreme.

I also don't understand why he only remembers the shortcomings of others and doesn't mention their merits at all.

"Thank you. What you said made sense. When you said those words, I also thought of something. I thought of my parents, classmates, relatives, colleagues, and other things that they had done for me. "Indeed, I was too extreme before, it's a pity I didn't get to know you earlier, otherwise I wouldn't have walked on such an extreme road. What's your name, you aren't a police officer right?" Zhang Xiaokang was very interested in Li Fengyun, probably because he appreciated Li Fengyun.

Li Fengyun laughed heartily, "My name is Li Fengyun! Is the reason why I'm hurting you this time because you're tired of the outside world? "

Zhang Xiaokang nodded, "Yes, previously. I always felt that the life outside was not suitable for me, so I wanted to find a place without people. After thinking for a while, I felt that this prison is a good place to stay. Before I listened to the lecture, I thought that Du Peng, who was seeking fame, would be able to help me, but I didn't expect that guy to be such an idiot. Angry in my heart, I piled all the grievances and grievances I had onto him, and the discontent in my heart reached its peak, eventually changing their quality and I couldn't help but beat him up.

I squeezed out a wry smile. I didn't expect Zhang Xiaokang's motive to be so simple.

At the age of twenty-four, he couldn't stand the pressure and wanted to escape society and its social circle. Perhaps before that, he thought, life outside was harming him.

Du Peng's lecture on how to improve the efficiency of the human brain was just a false pretense to promote selling goods. Zhang Xiaokang, who was hoping to listen to Du Peng's lecture, was finally infuriated by his nonsense. After listening to Du Peng's blind comparison, Zhang Xiaokang finally could not endure it any longer.

Perhaps Zhang Xiaokang wanted to reap some rewards from Du Peng's lecture. He wanted to clarify the relationship between his amazing memory and the utilization of the human brain … But Du Peng had disappointed him.

Finally, Zhang Xiaokang chose to explode in silence!

Beating Du Peng violently could not only allow him to get into the trap as he wished, but also let him vent out his inner discontent and negative emotions towards society …

As for the Du Peng that was being violently beaten, could this be considered good luck or bad luck?

Du Peng, who was adept at deceiving others, finally paid the price for his actions and words.

Li Fengyun tried to persuade Zhang Xiaokang to calm down. He was very obedient to Li Fengyun.

You don't have to worry about how you will be judged. When the time comes, you can reflect on it, and when you're inside, think about how others treat you well. In the future, when you go out and start anew, you're very smart, and you have a good memory.

Zhang Xiaokang kept nodding his head with an embarrassed look on his face.

"I'm sorry, Brother Feng Yun. I was too extreme in the past, listening to Jun's words is better than reading books for ten years … I understand. Rest assured, I will reform myself and quickly integrate into society. " Zhang Xiaokang sincerely said.

This young man with an eccentric personality and extreme thoughts was just a child who went astray …

Fortunately, the mistake he made this time wasn't particularly serious. There was still room for recovery.

Li Fengyun then asked, "How good is your memory?"

That's what I'm concerned about. He can remember things that happened when he was two years old. That's a bit scary.

Zhang Xiaokang confidently said, "Basically, you can say that you have photographic memory. That's why I feel so distressed. Sigh, now that I have thought it through, I remember how others treated me well in the past. Actually, they treated me quite well, but before this, I was blinded by hatred and felt that everyone was so detestable … "

The prodigal son returns the head gold does not change, I also very pleased to see the clever Zhang Xiaokang lost path.

Li Fengyun brought a magazine from Xu Haoqing's office for Zhang Xiaokang to see.

Zhang Xiaokang did not read much, but he was very serious.

An hour later, Li Fengyun retrieved the magazine.

"What's on the first page?" Li Fengyun asked like a teacher testing his student.

Xu Haoqing and I also came over, and then Zhang Xiaokang repeated the contents of the first page of the magazine.

He had missed two words and the wrong word, everything else was right.

Li Fengyun nodded, "Increase the difficulty. "The seventh page, what did it say?"

He started asking about it, but to his surprise, Zhang Xiaokang, who had an excellent memory, found it hard to do so …

Zhang Xiaokang repeated the contents on the seventh page again. This time, he missed three words and missed one sentence. Everything else was correct.

The three of us looked at each other and looked at Zhang Xiaokang in a whole new light.

Zhang Xiaokang said, "Actually, looking at things doesn't count as my strong point. What I remember the most clearly is what others have said. I will never forget what happened together."

What? So powerful?

Reading is not the strong point...

It occurred to me that Zhang Xiaokang might have a better memory than I had imagined.

His brain seemed to be different from an ordinary person's.

He was a scanner and a hard drive.

Everything he had seen and experienced was scanned into his mind, never to be forgotten again.

No wonder, he had always remembered the injuries caused to him many years ago …

Zhang Xiaokang's brain utilization rate seems to be higher than ours.

I immediately thought of the "Superman Plan" of the "C" organization.

Could it be that Zhang Xiaokang was also a semi-finished product of the Superman Project? His memory was simply abnormally strong …

After exiting the interrogation room, the three of them returned to Xu Haoqing's office.

Xu Haoqing closed the curtain and said: "This Zhang Xiaokang is too magical. Why do I feel that he is the same kind of person as us?"

The kind of person Xu Haoqing was referring to was naturally the semi-finished product of the Superman Project.

I had the same feeling, and I even guessed that Zhang Xiaokang's brain utilization rate was higher than ours.

His memory was beyond my imagination.

It turned out that there really was a person who had had a photographic memory of ten lines at a glance.