If you want to refuse after seeing it, you will still welcome it [Entertainment]

"So it's already winter!" Zuo Jin frowned slightly, she always felt that there was a problem with her memory, and there was a serious fault.

It should be early summer in my impression, but it is winter in front of me.

Turning around and walking out of the bedroom, seeing the assistant dozing off on the sofa, trying not to fall asleep, he asked, "Yueyue, why don't you go back to your room to sleep?"

Upon hearing Sister Jin's voice, Yueyue, who was drowsy, immediately stood up and asked, "Sister Jin, are you okay?"

"Huh?" Zuo Jin frowned slightly, rubbing his temples, "Did something happen recently? Why do I feel a little strange."

"Oh, no." The assistant Yueyue shook her head, and then asked tentatively, "Sister Jin, do you feel that there is something missing in our room?"

Zuo Jin looked around: "It's almost the same as before." Walking to the table, he poured water into the glass and asked, "Is [Fengyuelei] finished?"

This question is a little uncertain, according to the time, it has already been completed, but I can't remember exactly.

The assistant Yueyue was relieved when she heard her question, "Yes, Miss Jin." She stuffed her phone into her trouser pocket, yawned and asked, "Is Miss Jin hungry? I'll make breakfast."

"Not hungry, you go back to your room to catch up on sleep." Zuo Jin shook his hand and returned to the bedroom with a water glass.

Yueyue has been with her for so long, and the expression she showed just now is that she has something to hide from herself.

What happened during this time?

After playing Yueyue of Glory of Kings all night, she was so sleepy that she wanted to fall asleep. Seeing sister Jin close the bedroom door, she squinted her sleepy eyes and went back to her room.

Zuo Jin, who was refreshed after taking a bath, held the Guanyin jade pendant in his hand and rummaged through things in the bedroom.

I have always had the habit of writing a diary, and there should be sporadic records on it.

But all the drawers were opened and looked through, and it seemed that the diary did not exist at all.

Return the messed up books, sit on a solid wooden chair, tap the table with your fingertips, try to recall the incomplete memories, and try to find clues from them.

A few hours ago at night, Wen Mo originally wanted to take away the diary, but kept it out of selfishness, and put it on a desk that could be seen at a glance.

Although she knew that Ms. Zuo kept a diary, Wen Mo never opened it out of personal privacy.

Keep the diary, just because deep down in my heart, I hope that I will be remembered.

Man, it's such a contradiction!

After Wen Mo left with An An holding the storage box, Yue Yue quietly put away the diary.

Confused about whether to burn it directly, after several ideological struggles, put it into a sealed bag and throw it on the top of the closet.

Usually, I clean up by myself or hire someone else. Sister Jin will hardly find out that the diary is hidden here.

It's fine if you didn't know before, but now you know everything, so you can't remind Sister Jin of Teacher Wen.

It is better to forget a person forever than to find that Yin and Yang are separated after thinking about it.

Zuo Jin, who was sitting in front of the desk, couldn't remember where the diary was placed anyway.On the phone, except for the recent chat history being cleared, everything else is normal.

The loss of memory always makes people feel a little uneasy.

Getting up to look for Yueyue, he raised his hand to knock on the door, thinking of how sleepy she was just now, he withdrew his hand.Asking is not bad for this sleep.

I rummaged in the living room by myself, not letting go of every corner.

The diary was not found, but a paper crane was found in the crack of the sofa.

It is made by folding a hundred-dollar bill.

Neither I nor Yueyue folded it, so who did it?

He wanted to put the Thousand Paper Crane aside, but he stretched his hand half way and retracted it.

For some reason, I felt an urge to tear it apart.

Slowly opened it, and found that there were words on it, and judging from the handwriting, it was written by myself.

Content: When I, who lacked memory, saw this hidden word, I believed that there was a deep fate between me and Ms. Wen.Maybe I don't have a diary in my hand at this time, but I must go to Weibo and search for "Mo Jin CP", and Director Chen can confirm that Wen Mo is Zuo Jin's person.

After reading the strange content he wrote, Zuo Jin's doubts became more and more serious.

Who is Ms. Wen mentioned above?What is your relationship with her?What does it mean that Wen Mo belongs to Zuo Jin?What can Director Chen prove and know?

Swipe your fingertips and search for Mo Jin CP on Weibo, and what appears is a photo of yourself and a woman, most of which are PS.

This woman remembers that she is an actor with both acting skills and appearance.

It's just that for some reason, this person always plays supporting roles, wasting a good talent.

Click on Chaohua, which has tens of thousands of CP fans, and there are more photos and videos in it, as well as high-quality comics.

I didn't expect that I had acted with her before!I can't remember, what a pity!

I came in because I wanted to solve my doubts, but I was addicted to it unknowingly, and the corners of my lips curled up unconsciously

The photos and comics can still be said to be masterpieces produced by fans, and the video is from a variety show, not a fake.

Because of a few clips, Zuo Jin turned to the video site, searched for a variety show called "24 Hours Live in the Wild", and searched for lost memories.

This sitting will take most of the day.

Zuo Jin knew herself well, and it was precisely because of this that the self in the video who looked at Teacher Wen tenderly was so strange and trembling.

Are you really with Mr. Wen?

Then why don't I even have her WeChat?

Thinking about the cleared chat history, I felt that my memory loss should be related to her.

Exit the video playback, go to the WeChat interface, stare at Director Chen's profile picture for a long time, and send a message after deliberation:

[Director Chen, please post a few paragraphs, the footage of me and Mr. Wen on the set]

Within a few minutes of sending the message, there was a reply.

Director Chen's voice: [Okay, I will send it to you later.Do you want to keep it for yourself?Don't worry, I won't tell Teacher Wen]

Zuo Jin wrote: [Ms. Wen, does she care about me? 】

Director Chen's voice: [Why do you ask such a question?Could it be that your relationship with Mr. Wen is on the red light? 】

[Don't, you must have some misunderstanding, let's communicate well]

【If you break up, I don't think I'll have any passion anymore】

Zuo Jin text: [no]

Listening to the three consecutive voices sent by Director Chen, Zuo Jin confirmed a fact.

During the period of memory loss, I and Mr. Wen got together because of the drama.

It's unbelievable that I fell in love with someone so quickly!

I don't know what happened.

Zuo Jin just lay down on the rattan chair, watching the set highlights sent by director Chen, as well as many small set videos secretly shot on the Internet.

Although I can’t remember it, I still feel excited!

It seems that this woman named Wen Mo has magical powers on her body, making people unable to take their eyes off her.

When the assistant Yueyue woke up, it was almost dusk. When she saw Zuo Jin who seemed to have been lying down all day, she asked cautiously, "Sister Jin, have you had lunch yet?"

"Not hungry!" Zuo Jin turned his head to look at her, his expression was the same as before, but somewhat different.

She asked, "Yueyue, how long have you been with me?"

Suddenly being asked such a question, assistant Yue Yue's back tensed.

Although Sister Jin still looked as gentle and elegant as before, but in that light tone, there was a condescending aura that forced people to panic.

Yueyue replied: "It's been a long time, my sister started to follow in the third year of her debut."

Zuo Jin: "Then will you remember, where is my diary?"

After a pause, he added while the assistant was struggling: "Please Yueyue, help me find it."

Yueyue, with drooping eyelids, was very conflicted at the moment. She didn't know whether she should shake her head and deny it for the sake of sister Jin, or follow her mind and take it and return it to her.

When Yueyue thought about it, she looked up, Zuo Jin had already turned her head sideways, and was asleep with her eyes closed.

This is the first time that Yueyue has felt neglected by sister Jin.

Even when she was just working as an assistant, she didn't understand many things and often made mistakes. Sister Jin patiently taught her and never blamed her for the slightest bit.

Now, alienation has arisen. Although he did not say a single word, it is more uncomfortable than direct reprimand.

With her shoulders slumped, she carried a chair dejectedly to Sister Jin's bedroom.

Due to the large-scale spread of the new epidemic, the whole country is united to implement community closed management.

Stop and go all the way, detour several times.

This time when he came to Xihe, the assistant Yueyue didn't follow, only the driver and bodyguard followed.

Yueyue was left in [Haicheng] and was in charge of building a dust-free workshop, purchasing equipment for the production of masks, hoarding raw materials, and vigorously producing medical masks in response to the call of the state.

According to Sister Jin's charitable actions, all the masks produced every day are donated free of charge, contributing a meager amount to the country.

When Sister Jin went, the assistant Yueyue was worried every day, because she was afraid that Sister Jin would have something to eat on the way, and the food was not delicious, so she regretted returning the diary to her.

On February 2020, 2, Lichun, Xiaoxue.

There is a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere in the mountains, and the mountain roads are also covered with snow.

Zuo Jin found a short young man in his twenties, and let him lead the way.

When I came to a homestay, I opened the thick cotton curtain and entered the homestay. Inside, there was a couple in their sixties warming up by the fire.

Seeing Zuo Jin coming in, the eyes of the two old men lit up, and the old man raised his hand to say hello, "Girl, why are you here at this time? It's not safe to enter the mountain in snowy weather."

The old lady greeted with a smile: "Come, come, the wind outside is as painful as a knife. Sit down and warm yourself by the fire."

"Thank you!" Zuo Jin nodded, walked over and reached out to approach the flames, feeling the scorching temperature. "I'm here today, and I want to stay overnight in the room I stayed in last time."

The old man put down the sweet potatoes that had just been pulled out from the fire, clapped his hands and supported the old man's waist to get up:

"It's winter, and my waist hurts. You come with me, and you basically haven't moved much inside. Since you lived in it, you have kept it as a spare guest room. It has been used in emergencies a few times."

Zuo Jin followed behind and listened carefully, with a slight smile on his lips.

The old man pushed open the door, and a burst of damp and cold air rushed towards his face.Because few people live there, it is very cold.

"Here, my wife and I have made a wooden bed, which is more stable than using the door panels to set up a bench before you. But girl, this upstairs room is much more comfortable than here!"

"This room is very good!"

"That's okay, I'll let my wife go back to the house and bring you a new quilt. It's cold at night, so please treat yourself well."

"Thank you old man!"

"You're welcome, girl." The old man waved his hand with a smile, then looked at the bodyguard with the bag on his back. He had seen him a few times and had an impression. He said to him, "Go to the front desk to get the key. It's still the room I stayed in last time."

Zuo Jin turned around: "Let's go now."

The bodyguard nodded, followed the old man out, and closed the two wooden doors intimately.

In the utility room with only one person, Zuo Jin pushed open the window grilles and let the cold wind blow.

It seemed that someone had stood where I was standing at this time.Ms. Wen's warm and cool face flashed through my mind.

The fingertips involuntarily covered the lips and moved slightly.

In front of my eyes, there was a person who was hugging and kissing through the window.

It's like being in the fog in the distance, and it's hard to see clearly.

The snow did not stop on the second day, Zuo Jin walked step by step along the steel ladder that had been erected, entered the mountain village smoothly and steadily, and stood under the old tree on the sloping highland.

Those branches covered with snow and slender ice cones are hung with many colorful ribbons.

Zuo Jin was not in a hurry, he just searched there one by one, looking for the ribbon that made him jealous.

The bodyguard watched from behind, trying to help, but was refused.He didn't know if the handwriting on the ribbons was still there, and when the boss was going to find them like this.

Zuo Jin didn't know why he had to stubbornly look for it by himself, but when he found it, his hands were red from the cold, and he still didn't want to stop.

When the sun was setting on the mountain, the little girl wearing a Lei Feng cotton hat climbed up the slope with both hands and feet. She accidentally saw her sister Jin under the old tree and ran over happily.

With the help of the little girl, Zuo Jin finally found the ribbon he was looking for.

The sky-colored ribbons should have been blown by the wind and wrapped around the branches.

Going around in circles, you can see the blurred handwriting.

The little girl who was just waist-high was jumping up and down on her feet, wanting to see, Zuo Jin bent down according to her height, to satisfy the little girl's curiosity.

"Sister Jin, I have learned a lot of characters now, and I can recognize them this time!" The little girl squinted and read each word: "Wen Mo and Zuo Jin, we will always be together."

The child's voice is clear and crisp, very pleasant to hear.

After reading it, I tilted my cute little head, begging for praise.

Zuo Jin stroked her little head wearing a hat, praised: "Awesome!" and said with a smile: "Thank you!"

Zuo Jin followed the little girl back to the yard where he used to live, saw the acacia tree in the yard, he couldn't help but stop and take a closer look.

The snowflakes floating in the sky seemed to change from white to pink.

They fell one after another, and they were exceptionally beautiful, but they were not as good as the Sleeping Beauty lying under the tree.

Open the diary, write down Ms. Wen's page for the first time, and take out a silk juniper flower that has become a specimen.

The blurry picture in my mind suddenly became real.Seeing a pink and white Albizia julienne flower falling, it happened to be in the middle of the forehead.

It was me who secretly kept this astonishing Albizia julibrissin in the palm of my hand.

"Sister Jin, what's wrong with you?" The little girl flicked the snow off her hat, and looked at Zuo Jin in confusion.

The little girl's voice shattered the scene in front of him, Zuo Jin regained his senses and shook his head, and the reply was soft and ethereal: "I'm looking for someone!"

On February 2020, 2, Valentine's Day in the West, the sky was drizzling.

Zuo Jin was dressed in black, holding a bouquet of daisies, walking alone in the cemetery.

He Zhenghua, who had been waiting for her for a long time, stepped forward holding a black umbrella to cover her from the drizzle.

He Zhenghua felt sorry for her, and he also hated everyone with the surname Wen.

As for Wen Mo, he didn't feel pitiful at all. Neither brother nor sister was a good thing, and one was worse than the other.

When he transported supplies and vegetables into [Seoul], he saw it once from a distance.

She was infected and suffered a heart attack. She fell to the ground and never got up again. The volunteers who accompanied her rushed her to the hospital, and she was never seen again.

Zuo Jin looked at him sideways, the corners of his lips slightly curved: "I want to talk to Ms. Wen alone."

"Okay, I'll wait for you here." He Zhenghua handed her the handle of the umbrella.

Zuo Jin shook his head, but didn't answer.

Finally, she stood in front of the newly erected black tombstone.

There is a portrait of a young woman on it.

She's beautiful and intoxicating.

"Sorry, Ms. Wen, I'm only here at this time." Zuo Jin put down the little daisy, and gave the tombstone some color just like the bouquets presented by others.

Zuo Jin straightened his waist, letting the fluttering drizzle adorn his long eyelashes.

"The last question you asked me now has an answer."

"I won't forget you, never will."

"But I'm worried, what should I do if I get Alzheimer's when I get old?"

"Follow your wishes and do it all over again. I still won't change my original decision."

"I walk step by step, and I have a clear conscience every step of the way. Looking back on my life, I should be complete and have no regrets."

"Ms. Wen, please wait a little longer. I will come to accompany you soon."

"I'd love to see you, did you hear that?"

There are evergreen trees in the distance, the branches and leaves are shaking, it seems to be responding...