The Woman who Became the “Male” God

He Rin curled up in the quilt, his muscles tightened, and the whole person was sinking into painful dreams, scenes of chaotic scenes, strangers flying to the ground, swords and swords shadows, as if from another world, he fell into the sea, Looking at the shattered waves, letting himself be swallowed with anger, and then...

He Lin opened his eyes abruptly and stood up. His sharp eyes quickly scanned everything around him. Looking at this familiar and unfamiliar room, there was a fault in his memory, and he couldn't remember many things.

At this moment, a knock on the door sounded, and then he saw someone push the door and enter his sight with a touch of clarity.

"Are you awake? Do you feel any uncomfortable?" An Xian walked to the bed and habitually checked his condition with God's consciousness. He didn't notice that when God's consciousness touched his body, a strange light flashed in his eyes. .

"It doesn't seem to be a big deal." An Xian patted him on the shoulder and smiled, "Go wash and get ready to eat."

After speaking, she turned and walked out of the room.

He Lin looked weirdly at the shoulder she had just slapped on, then looked at the closed door, thought for a moment, jumped out of bed, walked into the bathroom, and saw himself in the mirror at a glance.

He held a short-haired head, loose eyebrows, and slender eyes... He touched his face, always feeling that this was not his true appearance.

"He Lin..." He muttered uncertainly, "Am I called'He Lin'? That person just now..."

Hua Hua-the name suddenly appeared in his mind, and his heart felt a little hot.

Walking out of the bathroom, He Lin followed the man's breath to the restaurant downstairs. A strong smell of rice came from the kitchen, and through the glass door, you could clearly see the busy figure of the man.

Familiar scenes, familiar people, this kind of life seemed to have become accustomed to it, some vague memories gradually became clear, He Lin naturally sat in his own position and fell into contemplation.

"What's in a daze? Let's eat." A large bowl of white rice was handed to him, occupying most of his sight, and making a fragrant look on his face.

He Lin recovered from his thoughts, raised his head, and subconsciously shouted: "Dad..."

What did he call someone just now? !

Dad... Dad... Dad...

He Lin's expression froze for an instant, unable to accept that the two words just came out of her mouth.

"What's the matter?" An Xian looked at him, waiting for his next words.

"Nothing." He Lin replied blankly, wondering why he wasn't surprised at that "Dad" at all. Is that what he usually calls him? No, he refuses to believe it!

An Xian didn't ask any more, but felt that he seemed a little different in normal times. When I saw him in the room just now, he was like a wounded beast, full of vigilance and defense. Although it was only a moment, he left a deep impression on her.

If he recovers his memory, he should not hide it from her. If he does not recover his memory, his performance...well, a bit too "old and heavy".

After eating, An Xian put the dishes in the washing machine, and when he walked out of the kitchen, he saw He Lin wandering around in the living room with his hands on his back, as if patrolling the territory.

"If you feel bored, you can watch TV or go for a run with the Lion Guard." An Xian suggested.

"How about you?" He Lin looked back at her.

"I'm going to work, and it may not end until 10 pm. There is food in the freezer. You can take it out to heat it when you are hungry." After the instruction, An Xian walked directly to the refining room.

Watching her leave, He Lin frowned, went to sit down on the sofa, and opened the screen on the wall casually. News about the Battle of Asai was being broadcast on the screen. Representatives of the military officers of the two countries were interviewed, analyzed the battle, and released some post-war pictures.

He Lin's face was cold, his fists were clenched, an inexplicable anger rose in his heart, and many messy memory fragments flashed through his mind. His identity, his past, his experience...like fast forward, one Fleeting.

He Lin held his head and made a depressed voice in his throat. He felt as if he had several completely different memories, split into several completely different personalities, which seemed to be true and false, unable to distinguish.

The news is still playing, but He Lin's consciousness has drifted away...

At night, An Xian walked out of the refining room and found that the living room was dark, only the TV screen was still flashing, and a figure was sitting on the sofa, staring at the screen blankly.

An Xian turned on the light: "He Lin..." The voice stopped abruptly, and she saw that someone's hair had grown strangely more than ten centimeters, scattered around her shoulders.

She checked today's date and made sure that she only spent seven or eight hours in the refining room instead of seven or eight months. Why did his hair grow so long all at once?

He Lin turned his head, revealing an unlovable grimace. An Xian was about to ask when she heard a series of grunts coming from someone's belly. She felt weak, walked up to him and said, "Didn’t you tell you that if you are hungry, take out the food in the freezer and eat it hot?" She was almost hungry as a caveman, and she didn’t know how to find something to eat. of!

He Lin reflexively hugged Anxian's waist and pressed her face to her chest, looking for a sense of security. Without waiting for Anxian's response, he suddenly let go of his hand again, a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes, he turned his head and his face was cold.

"Are you okay?" An Xian stared at him intently, trying to find evidence of being possessed by neurosis from his body.

He Lin glanced at her coldly and ordered: "I'm hungry, go get me something to eat."

An Xian squinted his eyes, reached out to hold his collar, lifted him up, and pushed him towards the kitchen: "Get it yourself."

He Lin turned his head, looked at her sharply, and was furious: How dare you be so rude to me, do you know who I am?

Facing An Xian’s clear eyes, his hostility disappeared without a trace. He instinctively accepted the arrangement, walked into the kitchen, skillfully warmed up the food, put one end on the dining table, and greeted him happily: "Dad , Come and eat."

As soon as the voice fell, He Lin was sluggish again, his expression was blank, and the sword and sword in his mind, as if he was doing something stupid intolerable.

An Xian glanced at him strangely, she was still very well-behaved.

He Lin was expressionlessly picking up rice, and in his heart he threw himself from one side of the universe to the other side of the universe. In order not to make himself look more stupid, he can only pretend to be nonchalant.

"I'll take you back to the mental hospital tomorrow." An Xian suddenly said.

What? Mental hospital? Where does he seem to be mentally abnormal? ! He Lin stared at An Xian in disbelief, feeling that his IQ and dignity had been greatly insulted.

An Xian didn't pay attention to his expression, and said to herself: "I'm busy these days, and I don't have time to take care of you. If you stay in a mental hospital, you should feel better."

He Lin couldn't understand how he felt that he would feel better in a mental hospital. Is he really a neurotic? No, he refuses to believe it!

Quickly swept away the food on the table, He Lin flashed away and disappeared into the dining room. Then he heard only a bang, and the door was locked.

An Xian: "..." What's wrong with this again? Didn’t you like to stay in a mental hospital?

He Lin was lying on the bed, thinking about his words and deeds, it really looked like a neurosis!

"Damn it! What the **** is going on?" He Lin slammed his fist on the bedside table, and the upper drawer was shaken open. He turned his head and caught a glimpse of something in the drawer.

I opened the drawer and saw a few porcelain bottles, a photo album, and a chip.

He Lin first took out the photo album, turned a page, and immediately appeared a virtual dynamic 3D image in front of him. The image showed a peaceful flight, with a light and dazzling posture. Turning through another page, he is still at ease. He swims in the sea, his body is graceful, and he is relaxed and comfortable. Scrolling down page by page, all of them are alone.

"So... Do you like him?" He Lin stared at the dynamic picture in front of him, and the feeling of heat came from his chest again.

"Ha." He hooked his mouth and sneered. "You are so pitiful that you like the same sex."

He said so, but his eyes didn't leave the figure in the image. The memories that I can remember about him are beautiful but monotonous. Because his feelings were not responded, he had too many worries, and his thoughts were too heavy. On the contrary, he lacked that natural and free and easy.

"Forget it, I don't need to worry about it in the future. I won't be attracted to the same sex." He Lin threw the album back into the drawer and set a flag for himself carelessly.

That night, He Lin ran out of the small building alone, intending to release herself and become an unfettered eagle.

For one hour, he was in a happy mood; for two hours, he walked like the wind; for three hours, he was hungry; for four hours, he ate roast chicken that was not even plucked out of hair, and missed the big meal he had eaten yesterday; five After hours, he lost his way.

Sitting cross-legged on the rock and looking at the rolling peaks in the distance, He Lin not only did not realize the joy of freedom, but fell into a daze without knowing where to return.

A ray of sunlight came from the horizon, covering the cold earth with a layer of golden gauze.

He Lin raised his hand to block him, muttering: "It's dawn..."

"Enough playing, can I go home?" At this moment, a voice suddenly came into his ears, and he saw him through the gap between his fingers.

Standing in the sun, full of warmth, dispelled the cold of the morning.

He Lin hugged him, smelling belonging on him. That empty heart was at ease in an instant.

"Dad..." After a pause, he sighed violently, "I'm hungry."

He Lin didn't expect that one day he would be bent over a meal.

"Let's go, go home." An Xian pulled him up and led him to the direction of the small building.

He Lin followed him unhurriedly, looking at his back, somehow he understood why he liked him before.

This person has all the qualities he likes.

Gentle like jade, nature like wind, tolerance like sea, beauty like flower. That kind of appropriate fit made him feel nostalgic.

Unfortunately, gender determines positioning.

It's okay to be friends, but he will never find a same-sex partner.

The author has something to say:

The refined He Lin——

When feeding: "Dad~"

Molester: "Huahua~"

When alone: ​​"Huh~" [Disdain.jpg]