forgotten boyfriend

I'm out of the hospital.

"Be careful in the future, do you know how expensive hospitalization is? You still miss so many classes, remember to take medicine, and save some money if you don't have enough money." This was my mother's reaction on the other end of the phone. The heart-piercing cry of the heroine of a Korean drama.

"Ah, so you're not dead yet." This was the reaction of the other three people when I returned to the dormitory. They were lying on the bed typing a copy, and the sound of the keyboard and "Fuck" filled the whole dormitory.

I wiped off the dust on the bed, put my own things in the cabinet occupied by their garbage, and everything returned to the familiar way.

"You guys are going too far, he didn't respond when he finally came back." The person on the upper bunk closed the computer.His name is Cheng Fang. His parents may have given him this name in the hope that he would be better at mathematics. Unfortunately, he is a literary youth who often complains without illness—the person who stuffed me with a bunch of romance novels in junior high school caused my sexual orientation to change in the future. he.

"It's too much, don't call me." I fell on the bed.

"Don't worry, I've practiced for you." Ran Feng from the opposite shop said as he hugged the island style pillow in his swimsuit tightly.This person obviously has a poetic name, but he is a perverted otaku.

"Go for a walk." Cheng Fang rolled out of bed and dragged me up, "Go to the next street to have sex?"

"it is good."

We were walking down the street, seeing discounts on huge billboards and couples passing by holding hands, only to remember that today is Christmas.

"Why do I have to eat skewers at a food stall with a man at a time like this, and I should go shopping with my lovely girl with roses." He took a few steps away from me, "It looks like we The two are the same."

"Isn't your female ticket leaking?" I rolled his eyes at him, "Although I'm curvy, my aesthetics is still very sound. Even the aunt in the cafeteria despises you."

"By the way, have you really lost your memory? I think your tone hasn't changed at all." He took out the crumpled change from his pocket.

"Then what do you think I should do?" Yes, I lost my memory.After experiencing the same car accident as the heroine of the soap opera, I found that I couldn't remember some things in the past two or three years, "You should be glad that I didn't time travel."

"Then do you still remember that you owed me 200 yuan last year?" He picked a plastic chair and sat down.

"I'm sorry I forgot, but since we have such a good relationship, don't pay it back." Although I can't remember clearly, judging from this guy's past behavior, he should have made up my amnesia It sounds serious, but it doesn't really matter much. Maybe you will remember it after falling twice in the future.

"Would you like to skewer chicken livers?" He handed over a bamboo stick while blocking my hand from rubbing oil on his body.

Why are you eating these unhygienic things again? Let me cook for you.

I was about to take the skewers when a word rang in my ear.Who said it?The voice is very familiar, but I don't have the slightest memory in my mind.

"You don't want me to eat it." Seeing my smile on his face, he withdrew his hand.

"Forget it, I don't want it anymore." I lay down on the table resentfully.The voice kept repeating in my ears. The broken Chinese from the hoarse voice was particularly pleasant, like the melodious and elegant piano sound.

"What's wrong with you? Did you have a headache again? Do you want to go back and check again?" He touched my forehead.

"I'm fine." I was already stained with a strong smell of disinfectant, and when I go back, I guess it smells like it was fished out of formalin.I bit the meat skewer in my mouth and looked at him: "Did I know foreigners before?"

"No, aren't your friends just the three of us in the dormitory? Except for the local tyrant next door who has naturalized as an American, we are all pure successors of communism." He leaned over nervously, "You found a A guy or a buddy with benefits?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I just suddenly remembered that it might be a certain celebrity."

"So you still watch anything other than country love stories?"

"Don't think I don't know that your online disk is full of temptations to go home."

He stopped talking, wiped off the oil from his mouth, and hummed vaguely: "Are you going back to get something?"

"Hmm." The paper towel drew a graceful arc, and then perfectly avoided the trash can.For a period of time in my freshman year, I lived by myself in a house that my relatives didn’t want. After the accident, my mother let me go back to the dormitory, saying that we should take care of each other.

"What are you going back to get?" Cheng Fang turned his head and asked me after walking all the way up the stairs.

I don't know, but my subconscious keeps reminding me that I'm missing something.I don't want to explain to him like this, otherwise he will definitely say that I've lost my mind again: "I'll go back and have a look, I've been in love with this house for a long time."

"I don't see that you have been in love with us for a long time, and you are still so vicious."

"I can think about it if you wash the clothes you saved for a month and throw them away in the trash." I stood in front of the familiar broken door and took out the key.Suddenly, I saw a figure leaning against the door, half of his face was covered by too long blond hair, haggard eyes could be vaguely seen.He was naked from the upper body, and beads of sweat slid down his bruised chest.

Who is he?

"Hey, are you stupid?" A dirty hand dangled in front of my eyes, and I realized that my hand holding the key had been hanging in the air, and my eyes were fixed on the position by the door.

"You are stupid." I took a closer look, and the swaying figure disappeared, and then I turned the door lock, "Help me bring the box of books here." I walked into the room and found it on the dusty cabinet. a big box.I don't know what it is, but it says "IMPORTANT!" in big red letters.The handwriting was a bit scribbled, as if it was written in a hurry, and a red ink was thrown out at the end.

"What's that?" Cheng Fang weighed the box in my hand, "Damn, why are you holding it so lightly?"

I showed him the "very important!" side, and hugged the case tightly.

"Show me!" He put down the box in his hand and rushed towards me, "How much money is in it?"

"Vulgar." I snatched it back.In fact, there was nothing in it: a wallet, postcards, and a diary.The diary was also torn in half, probably from a romance novel I wrote on a whim.

"You don't really look for male tickets in private, do you? I remember that you became stupid for a while, like a girl Huaichun, and you didn't bother to complain about us." He closed the door for me and left the house.

"Maybe, but I forgot." If there is, he will come to me.The blond man appeared again before my eyes.I imagined my "girl Huaichun" appearance - enough to scare people out of the coffin.