Stop taking medicine, eat candy

Fu Huai's treatment notes:

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Symptom name: Amnesia

Disease number: A-IX

World number: 10

Main symptoms: Lu Yan only has one day's memory.

Hazard class: II

Therapy: Accompany him with memories and make new ones.

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The first thing you wake up in the morning is the sense of touch.

The unusual warmth of his palms and cheeks made Lu Yan feel that something was wrong. He opened his eyes and stared at the strange and handsome face in front of him for three seconds.

Philosophical questions began to slide in my mind like an automatic scroll bar.

who am I?

where am I?

what am i doing?

He was sleeping in a big bed that was soft enough to sink him into, resting his head in the arms of a good-looking man he didn't know.

Can't wait for his brain to figure out how he came here. This hotel has a good environment. Who was going in and who was going down last night? He obviously didn't drink alcohol. His head doesn't hurt at all. This man is handsome and handsome, isn't it right? I didn't give any money, I didn't feel like I had to apologize for hurting someone after a while...

The man next to him woke up, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to lean his face to his face familiarly, and kissed him very naturally, and there was a crisp sound between his lips and teeth.

Lu Yan's face immediately turned red.

"Yanyan, good morning." The man lazily rubbed against his neck, his slightly curly hair tickled Lu Yan.

It's over!He also knows his name!

Oh god what is he going to do? !

He's only 17 and he's still a kid!He can't fall in love!

"Well, I don't know you..." Lu Yannuo opened his mouth, hugging the quilt and shrinking into the corner.

"It's okay, I just know Yanyan and you."

The man got up and put on his clothes, showing off his figure in front of Lu Yan's eyes with little concealment.

He has abs!

It's really eight yuan!

The shoulders are so broad!

Lu Yan suddenly buried his face in the quilt, like a hamster making a nest.

"I, I'm only 17 years old and I'm telling you, it's against the law for you to do this." He nervously watched the man with a half tie that couldn't fall off approach him.

"Oh, 17 years old." The man smiled angrily, and picked his chin with a finger. "Then let me introduce you formally. I am Fu Huai. I graduated from Nantah University. I am 27 years old. I am a professional painter and the husband of 17-year-old Lu Yan."

"You, you, you are lying, I am only 17 years old and I cannot get married!"

Fu Huai pressed back against his chest with one hand, hooked forward with his outstretched right hand, and took out a red book.

Lu Yan in the ID photo was grinning happily, but the three large characters on the marriage certificate deeply hurt Lu Yan's eyes now!

Lu Yan covered his mouth and shook his head, the snow-white sheet slipped off his body, and roses scattered on his chest.

Such a cute little thing, who would be willing to hurt him a little bit!

But Fu Huai had to be reasonable and unforgiving, so he put on a cold face and attacked him.

"Then now, my 17-year-old little wife." He lowered his voice and whispered in his ear.

"Do you have a little awareness of your status now?"

"I'm a man, how can I marry you?!" Lu Yan glared at him.

"It was changed the year before last."

"I'm underage!"

"It was changed the year before last."

"I didn't agree to marry you!"

"What's the use of not agreeing, your father owes me 500 million and sold you to pay off the debt."

"Aren't you stupid to read romance novels!"

"You are too young to understand that reality is far more cruel than fiction."

???

"Let's go with your novel! Who will be your little wife!" Lu Yan got up angrily and put on his clothes.

Crazy!

"Okay, don't be angry." Fu Huai approached with a smile.

"Actually, I was just teasing you."

Lu Yan pulled the sleeve of his shirt and stared at him suspiciously. Fu Huai lifted the cuff for him, and his hand slipped out of the sleeve smoothly.

During this process, Lu Yan didn't feel anything wrong.

After straightening the front, Lu Yan pulled out a coat from the closet barefoot.

Fu Huai lay on the bed with his chin resting on his back and watched him run around like a rolling ball, and suddenly heaved a long sigh.

"Let me tell you the truth, this year is our eighth year of marriage."

Lu Yan staggered.

"As the saying goes, three years of pain, five years of coldness, seven years of itching, and ten years of injury." Fu Huai's words are correct.

"Our marriage has gone through the first three disasters."

"Seeing that our marriage is in the critical period of the seven-year itch and the ten-year injury, whether the eighth year can be passed smoothly is not only that our love can pass the threshold of itch, but also transform from childish romance and longing impulsiveness. It is an important criterion for judging family affection that has been proved by time, and it is also an indispensable guarantee for whether our encounter and acquaintance in the past seven years can be rewarded."

"A man who gives up everything for love is the one who has truly loved. Marriage is a practice, which requires the joint efforts of men and, cough, men."

"How to manage a good marriage is the secret that every successful man should know—"

Lu Yan felt that something was wrong, and when he turned his head, he saw Fu Huai seriously poking his phone and reading the soft text on the official account.

"Don't talk about it, if you talk about it, you will get a divorce!"

Fu Huaideng was as quiet as a chicken.

Lu Yan sat cross-legged on the bed, turned around and pointed the red book to the sun again and again, his eyes were like X-rays trying to shatter the photo to determine its authenticity.

"Isn't this fake?" He questioned Fu Huai.

Fu Huai shrugged innocently, and in a blink of an eye pulled out a lot of documents and photos from the bed cabinet, household registration book (for two people, marital relationship: married), real estate certificate (in Lu Yan's name), graduation photo (Lu Yan hugged Fu Huai in the midst of a crowd of people, smiling so hard that he couldn't see his teeth), a lot of warranty certificates, messy contracts, bills for utility bills, and a small bottle of lubricating oil.

Lu Yan's face turned red faster than the one-click coloring in the drawing board.

"Why don't we go have breakfast first!" Fu Huai pretended not to see it.

"You can look at the photos while eating."

Outside the bedroom was facing an overly empty balcony, a fat orange cat was leaning on the back of the chair with its head raised, and a few sickly green succulent and leafless asparagus were growing beside it.

"This is Butter." Fu Huai introduced to him. "Your cat."

Lu Yan was taken aback, "General Batton?"

Fu Huai shook his head, "Soft, sweet, edible Butter, the Chinese name is butter, you usually call him rhubarb."

"Okay, rhubarb." Lu Yan bowed to greet it.

The orange cat stretched out its paws in a perfunctory way to welcome its master, with a reserved attitude like a king sitting on a throne saying hello to his ministers.

"It doesn't seem to like me very much." Lu Yan came to a conclusion after careful observation.

"Since the cat's unpleasant visit to the hospital last month, it has lost a large part of its fun as a cat," Fu Huai explained. "He only likes people who feed him cat food now."

"Oh." Lu Yan watched Fu Huai walk into the kitchen.

"Do you need my help with something?"

Fu Huai came out wearing an apron, and motioned for Lu Yan to tie the strap on the back of his neck.

When Lu Yan was wearing the belt, he found a small mole on the back of Fu Huai's neck. It was small, about the size of a grain of rice, but the color was bright red, which was very conspicuous.

"Your mole..." seemed familiar.

As soon as Lu Yan opened his mouth, he felt scenes flashing in his mind like a revolving lantern.

It seemed to be early spring, the bus swayed with the cool and uncertain wind, and one teenager rested his head on the other's shoulder.

"So you have a mole here." Little Lu Yan said.

He poked the red mole with his finger.

"If you don't look carefully, you think you have a pimple."

"En." The little Fu Huai put his hands on his knees.

"Did you know? It is said that people with this kind of cinnabar mole will have children."

???

"What child?"

"Just to have a baby?"

"Don't make trouble, you and I can't have children."

"What if?"

"What if I become a woman?"

"Don't make trouble, be serious."

"Who is making trouble?"

"If you want to give birth, you will give birth."

"Okay, I give birth."

"Ah."

"Then do you want a boy or a girl? I'll feel it in advance."

"Dragon and phoenix twins."

"...I work hard."

Lu Yan regained his composure from the memories, was startled, looked at Fu Huai's seemingly fat-free stomach with an inexplicable look, and asked in deliberation:

"Well, do we have kids?"

Fu Huai fried the egg without changing his face.

"Yes. A man and a woman, twins."

Lu Yan's heart thumped, thinking that he was done.

"Why didn't I look at the child." He still didn't give up.

"My parents are taking care of it! We haven't gone to kindergarten yet, and we are both busy with work, so we will go back to see it on weekends."

Fu Huai turned around and smiled at him, cheerful and handsome. "What, miss the baby?"

"Yes, a little." Lu Yan covered his chest, feeling a little out of breath.

Hey, he thought to himself, this man has caught my weakness.

Among other things, even if it's for the sake of the two children, I can't divorce him in this marriage.

Lu Yan, who was already a father at the age of 17, was awakened by a sudden knock on the door.

"Oh, the takeaway I just ordered has arrived." Fu Huai said.

"Yanyan, go and get it."

With a heavy heart, Lu Yan accepted the warm steamed buns, remembering that he hadn't paid the mortgage for this month, hadn't paid the utility bills (he just saw the slip posted on the door), and still had a child to raise, He also has a cat that only knows how to eat.

Maybe growth is just a momentary thing.

"You feed Butter before washing your hands and eating!" Fu Huai shouted at him through the kitchen door.

Hearing the sound of the packaging bag, Rhubarb obsequiously came over and rubbed Lu Yan's calf with his fat and furry body.

Lu Yan snorted its hair, thinking what kind of suffering in the world does a cat know?

It can be seen that it is better to be a cat, alas.

While pouring cat food, Lu Yan saw a photo on the shelf.

It was a framed competition certificate with the names of Fu Huai and Lu Yan written in English on it.

His eyes flashed, and a memory flooded into his mind involuntarily.

In the hotel, Lu Yan and Fu Huai, who were older than before, were lying on the table and whispering to a notebook.

"Is there a problem?"

"Etc., etc!"

"It's not time yet, is it?"

"They will send it out early."

"Oh I see!"

"..."

"What question shall we do?"

"I want to choose question A."

"There is no specific model for raising a dragon. Is question B more serious? It is better to get points if it is well-regulated."

"In my opinion, Game of Thrones is very popular this year. Question A has a new idea, and the winning rate will be high."

"But I think we have done a similar problem in the simulation of the aircraft fleet of question B, and it feels... quite simple..."

"Hmm... Do you choose A or not?"

"Multi-objective programming and genetic algorithm for question B, just consider the box packing problem and simulate obstacle avoidance..."

"Chirp!"

"Good good good AAA!"

"By the way, do we have another teammate?"

"He went home for the New Year, and he just posted on Moments eating dumplings."

"..."

"Oh."

"So are you going to sleep tonight?"

“Is the single bed a bit small.”

"It's okay, you can squeeze."

"...Forget it, I won't sleep."

Waking up from the memory, Lu Yan covered his head and took two steps back, hugging the cat that hadn't finished eating the cat food, thinking about life on the sofa.

"Was I like this before?"

"Why can't I remember anything..."

He stared blankly at the time on the electronic watch. Ten years had passed since the time in his memory. He was no longer 17 years old. The freshman ceremony dragged him to the university's graduation ceremony, turning him from the shy and smiling boy on the student card into the gentle young man on the graduation certificate.It wantonly pulled Lu Yan's life, rubbed his memories, and finally took them all away.

Those sweet and tender memories were ruthlessly smashed into pieces. His lover kept some of the fused objects he collected and filled them in the corners of this home, waiting for his discovery. Every discovery was a surprise to him. .

But even so, it would be a little sad.

He poked the cat's whiskers, poked the cat's nose, and was pulled away by Da Huang's paw, looking at him with annoyed expression on his face.

"It's time to eat, go wash your hands." Fu Huai said.

Lu Yan put Fu Huai's steamed bun in front of him, and rested his chin while waiting for Fu Huai to spread butter on his toast.

"I can't remember what happened before."

"Then don't think about it, open your mouth."

"Well... I want to get angry." Lu Yan bit his bread and slurred his speech.

"Then think slowly."

"What if Wo can't remember?"

"Then keep thinking about it."

"You can't remember?"

Fu Huai leaned over and bit his hand.

"Then think about it forever."

"Well..." It seems to be okay.

"I want to accompany you forever."

"Well..." OK.

Lu Yan said in a low voice. "Well, I also want to call the children."

"Fool, where did you come from? I lied to you, and I always believe it." Fu Huai couldn't help laughing.

"???"

When the day's affairs have been completed and the unfinished business is a foregone conclusion, what has happened and what has not happened is unchangeable, Lu Yan lay on the bed and kissed Fu Huai's face.

"Good night, Yanyan." Fu Huai said.

"Good night, Fu Huai... my love."

"Will it still be when you wake up tomorrow?"

"Always."

My memory was shattered, my soul was abandoned by fate and displaced by the tide of time, and my body was made weak and pale by illness. Everyone despises me, but I am not afraid.

You are my constant anchor.

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World No. 10, the treatment is complete.

The author has something to say: Because the world is different, the character of the characters will also change. Fu Huai probably knows the difference between being bad and hiding the bad. almost the difference...