[The Pretender] Minglou Center Short Story Collection

Mingtai ransacked the house like a thief.Everyone in the Ming mansion has their own room, and Minglou's study is locked all the year round. According to Ah Xiang, only Minglou himself and Ah Cheng have the keys, but Mingtai is not concerned about these.He searched the whole house just to make sure what happened in his memory.

Furniture, wardrobe, kitchen, servant's room, living room... Mingtai was mischievous when he was a child, and "little things" happened in almost every place in Ming's house. His memory is closely related to the traces he left in the past. question.

When Ming Jing heard that the doctor confirmed that Mingtai was very healthy and that there was no fear of life or death, he sent the doctor out with a look of relief on his face. Mingtai stood on the stairs and looked at her with a smile: "Sister, you can rest assured now."

Ming Jing shot him a sideways look: "You never let me feel at ease."

"I know eldest sister is the best." Mingtai was not afraid at all.

Ming Jing became depressed instead, and asked, "You really can't remember anything about Minglou? What about the others? Did you forget anything?"

"Since I forgot, how do I know if I can remember?" Mingtai spread his hands innocently.

After lunch, Ming Jing packed a stack of photos from her room and showed them to Ming Tai.Usually, Der Spiegel protects these photos tightly,

One by one is carefully clipped into the photo album, put in the box, and not taken out easily. Some photos are really rare, and if lost or damaged, they can never be replaced. Can't manage so much, tidy up and take out half.

"Look, this is when you were ten years old. I want to take a photo with you. You are not honest at all. You are either making faces or trying to escape..." Ming Jing hadn't looked at these photos for a long time, and said In the past, I couldn't stop: "There is this one..."

"Sister, I don't have amnesia." Mingtai looked at himself in the photos and couldn't help but laugh: "I remember everything about me, and I also remember things about you and Brother Ah Cheng. I can now tell all the things in these photos .”

"Really? What about this one?" Der Spiegel turned a page, and a neatly cut old newspaper was pasted on the photo album. In the photo was a boy carrying a schoolbag, and a teenager was squatting to tie his shoelaces. : "What about this one? On your first day of school, your elder brother sent you to the school gate, and then tied your shoelaces for you, do you remember?"

Mingtai picked out the photo and looked intently at the boy in the photo. As for Minglou, he just met in a hurry in the morning, and the impression in his mind was already very faded. Looking at the boy in this photo again, no matter what He couldn't even connect this profile with the vague impression of the morning, let alone others. In other words, his brain was also blank for this photo.

Mingtai shook his head: "Eldest sister cheated and asked me about some photos I don't know, of course I can't tell."

"What cheating, do you think I'm betting with you?" Ming Jing didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Mingtai looked down at the photo, trying to find a little familiar feeling, but the self in the photo was indeed a child, and the other party was so strange that he had no impression at all.

Ming Jing stroked his hair, puzzled: "Why did you just forget about your elder brother?"

"My fault?" Mingtai couldn't understand.

"Your elder brother has always treated you well." Ming Jing said.

"I can't see it." Mingtai retorted: "I forgot about him, but he didn't care, he didn't even say hello, and he's still at work now."

"You child." Mingjing knocked him, and Mingtai got a headache, and kept raising his hand to beg for mercy. In fact, he really didn't remember at all whether Minglou cared about him, so he didn't really care, and the rebuttal was just Because I heard the accusation from Mingjing, I was afraid that this inexplicable "amnesia" incident would become my fault.

Mingtai quickly changed the subject, and searched through the photo album: "Sister, don't always talk about me. Since everyone says he is my elder brother and elder sister's younger brother, then there must be some photos of him from before, right? You have to show me See, tell me how he exists."

Mingjing couldn't help it, so he found Minglou's past photos and showed him. Mingtai couldn't remember a single one, and shook his head until the end, almost unable to shake. He sat on a chair and lazily picked out the photos. He yawned: "This one is the best, big sister, can you give me this one?"

"If you don't even give me one, who knows where you will throw it?" Ming Jing looked at it. It was a photo of Ming Lou and Ming Jing. The two stood side by side. Ming Jing held Ming Lou's arm. Smiling at the camera, Minglou has already seen the present appearance for the first time, with deep eyes and unpredictable expression.

Although the two are siblings, they look like a couple.

"Eldest sister is so pretty." Mingtai smiled, as if honey had been smeared on his mouth.

"Sweet words, don't give them."

Mingtai didn't insist, stretched himself, jumped up and even said not to watch anymore.

When Minglou and Ah Cheng came back, they got off the car and saw Mingtai sitting in the corridor, looking up at the sky, looking bored.

Ah Cheng was parking the car and was left behind. Minglou came up first and looked at Mingtai who was blocking the way. He had no expression on his face: "Why are you sitting here?"

Mingtai sighed: "I don't want to either, but the eldest sister said that it's useless to just look at the photos, she wants me to get in touch with you more, maybe I'll think of you if I get in touch with you—so I'll wait for you here, it seems Waiting for a female partner before the dance, eager to see through."

Minglou frowned, not because of Mingtai's metaphor: "It's windy outside, so you're not afraid of the cold? If you want to wait, you can go inside and wait."

"How can I show my sincerity if I don't suffer a little bit? How can I show my brotherhood?" Mingtai stood up, blocking Minglou intentionally or unintentionally.

"How do you say? You can't remember at all?" Minglou asked.

"I've looked at the photos all day, from my eldest brother's childhood to his adulthood, but unfortunately, my mind is completely blank." Mingtai said: "I have been doubting..."

He paused, looking at Minglou with piercing eyes, Minglou had no choice but to ask, "What do you suspect?"

"Suspected that you were a demon in a fairy tale book, poured ecstasy soup on everyone around me, and then ran into my life as my big brother." Mingtai said with a seriousness.

"Nonsense."

"Then, maybe you treat me very badly in private and often abuse me, so I only forget about you."

Minglou felt unhappy, so his face darkened, he walked around him and walked into the house. Mingtai grabbed his sleeve and explained in a series of words: "Hey, hey, I haven't finished talking. I thought so, It's a pity that you all have photos to prove it. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven in the photos are all about how kind you are to me, so I can only suspect that something is wrong with me. So I waited for you and apologized to you."

Minglou's face changed slightly: "I know I was wrong, but there is still help."

Before the words fell, Mingtai had already moved closer, the distance between the two was close enough to feel each other's heartbeat, under the light of the corridor, Mingtai's

Concentrating his eyes, he carefully looked at Minglou's eyes, nose, and lips... Behind him, Ah Cheng hurriedly quickened his pace, trying to tear away Mingtai, but his actions were stopped by Minglou with his eyes. Quietly let him watch, neither angry nor avoiding.

Finally, Mingtai's gaze fixed on Minglou's eyes.

Minglou's long eyelashes trembled unconsciously, and the image of Mingtai was printed in his pupils.

Mingtai smiled: "You look much better than the photos. I'm about to be brainwashed by the photos. I have to meet a real person to restore my memory about this morning."

All excuses.Mingtai was just teasing him, suddenly there was a strange brother in his life, and he was ordered by his elder sister to get close to him, Mingtai's rebellious psychology was about to break the sky, he couldn't help but vent.

Besides, he should have expected that Minglou could tell.

He doesn't care... Although he originally thought so, but...

But under Minglou's disapproving gaze, Mingtai let go of his hand resentfully, feeling as naive as a child, he put his hands behind his back, and said in a low voice: "I can't see anything in the photo, do you want to tell me about it?" your business."

"How?" Minglou asked.

"Here, like telling a bedtime story?"

"A bedtime story? Do I still want to coax you to sleep? Mingtai, do you remember how old you are?"

When Minglou walked into the room, Mingtai stood there without moving, just looking at his merciless back, feeling very sad for no reason.

Today, he didn't do anything to restore his memory, and he didn't take the loss of the memory of "big brother" as a real problem, but when Minglou stood in front of him again, his indifference made this problem unavoidable Even though Mingtai was really heartless, he began to feel a little sad.

He was ignored.That's what it feels like.

"What do you think?" Mingtai asked suddenly.

Minglou stood on the stairs, grabbed the banister, and turned to look at him.

"I only forgot you." Mingtai said stubbornly, "Why is it just you?"

"Are you asking me?" Minglou asked back.

"You...don't you plan to do something?" Mingtai said.

"What can I do...what do you want me to do?" Minglou's voice was very calm, the kind of calm that simply decided to let nature take its course because it was really helpless and there was nothing that could be done.

Mingtai had nothing to say.

He stared blankly at Minglou going up, and then Ah Cheng passed him by, without saying anything, Ah Cheng also went up.

Mingtai stood at the vent in the corridor, the night wind was indeed very cold, he was not dressed too thickly, and couldn't bear the bone-piercing chill, so he went back to the room, lay on the bed for a while, didn't think about anything, stared at ceiling.

Then he spread out his palm, and there was an extra photo in his hand.

Mingtai knew that Mingjing would not give him the photo easily, and he did not intend to take it seriously, nor did he intend to let Mingjing know that his goal was not the two-person photo.

The photo in Mingtai's hand is a single photo.

The solo photo of Minglou, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and a neat student uniform set off his youthful look.

You can still see youth from that face now, but the feeling is quite different.

"What a pity." Mingtai thought, and slowly recalled the photos that slipped through Mingjing's hand during the day, all of which were Minglou, all kinds of images that could be preserved, all ages and stages, once cared for Mingtai was completely forgotten by him again.

Mingtai really began to feel the regret of forgetting someone, not because the other person is his eldest brother, but because this person is really very attractive.