Do you understand Euclid today?

It was Lin Qianshu's first brain CT scan, and when he was lying on the table, he was still in the mood to think wildly, thinking about what to eat for lunch, and somehow remembered Jiang Yizhi who took him to check this and that.

Jiang Yizhi's complexion was always grim, and he looked more like a patient than himself.But his question was almost unsolvable, Lin Qianshu sighed, closed his eyes and felt the cold metal sticking to his forehead...

When Lin Qianshu returned to the consulting room with the film, nearly four or ten minutes had passed.The doctor frowned when he saw the result: "There is such a big blood clot in my brain, and you still say that nothing happened to me?"

Lin Qianshu was taken aback, he never thought that he really had a brain problem.He unconsciously raised his hand to touch the back of his head, and said a little confused: "But I really don't feel any pain?"

"It'll be too late when you feel the pain." The doctor pointed at the shadow angrily and said to Lin Qianshu, "See? This blood clot is pressing on the cranial nerves. It's so big that we can't even do surgery... But the luck of the misfortune is that it didn't go to a more serious place, otherwise you wouldn't even see this film."

"Is this serious?" Lin Qianshu's eyes widened, and he became frightened after being told by the doctor.

The doctor sighed: "How about you are lucky."

"All in all, you are not time-traveling, but amnesia." The doctor wrote a few lines on the medical record card and concluded.

Lin Qianshu didn't give up, and continued to struggle: "Impossible, I'm really a freshman in high school."

"Then do you remember who is sitting in the first row of the classroom by the window?" the doctor asked him.

"Of course I remember!" Lin Qianshu puffed up his chest, and confidently began to recall the layout of the classroom.

Half a minute later, Lin Qianshu blinked blankly, and a sense of panic rose in his heart for no reason - he found that he really couldn't remember who was sitting in the first row of the classroom by the window!Even the appearance of that person has become extremely blurred to him.

Seeing Lin Qianshu's expression, the doctor knew that he must have discovered that he was abnormal.The doctor continued to write on the medical record card: "The memory goes back to the first year of high school. Are there any other problems?"

Lin Qianshu shook his head, his heart still sinking.He pursed his lips in a panic, leaned back helplessly, and inadvertently touched the firm and warm skin.

Jiang Yizhi put his hand on Lin Qianshu's shoulder, and asked the doctor with a serious expression, "Doctor, what does this blood clot affect?"

"At the moment, it's hard to say if you have any other symptoms besides amnesia," the doctor shook his head with a serious expression on his face, "and the location of the blood clot is too sensitive, and it's easy to damage the nerves if you do the surgery. I don't recommend surgery. .”

"Then can he recover his memory?" Jiang Yizhi asked.

"To be honest, in his condition, it is a blessing in misfortune that he is not blind." The doctor said, "The extent to which he can recover depends on whether the blood clot will disappear naturally." The doctor wrote a few lines on the medical record card , opened a list and handed it to Lin Qianshu: "When you go back, pay attention to avoid strenuous exercise to prevent secondary damage to the brain. Come back at this time next week for a review."

Lin Qianshu took the list and thanked the doctor. When he stood up, he felt empty in his heart, feeling sad but unable to express it.Just like that, he walked a long way in the corridor of the hospital with his head down, and when he looked back, Lin Qianshu found that Jiang Yizhi hadn't followed, and was still standing at the other end of the corridor.

The young man's back looks very thin, and even his shoulders have sharp edges and corners.The light on the ceiling of the corridor was not turned on during the day, which made half of him shrouded in shadow, and his decadent temperament became stronger.

From last night to now, Jiang Yizhi showed a deeper attachment to his memory than he imagined.

In fact, it didn't make much difference to Lin Qianshu whether it was amnesia or time travel - in short, he thought he was still a freshman in high school, but time had already brought him to the days after graduating from university.The future development plans I made before amnesia were completely disrupted, and I didn't feel very heartbroken.Because he doesn't remember at all.

But Jiang Yizhi remembered all these.

Lin Qianshu sighed, walked to Jiang Yizhi's side, and turned to comfort him: "It's okay, you didn't listen to the doctor, my blood clot is going to press on the optic nerve if it's a little bit off, my luck is pretty good."

Jiang Yizhi's fingertips trembled slightly, and when he looked up again, he had collected all his emotions: "Well, go get the medicine."

It was almost meal time when he walked out of the hospital gate with a large bag of medicine from the pharmacy. Lin Qianshu stood on the steps of the hospital gate with the bag hooked and looked up at the sky, feeling quite moved by the wonder of life.

——Before stepping into the gate of the hospital this morning, he was still immersed in the joy of passing through the college entrance examination without pain. When he went out with the examination report, his identity has changed into an amnesiac with blood clots in his brain youth.

A wind blew the two trees in front of the hospital, making the leaves rustle.Lin Qianshu watched as a fallen leaf fluttered down from the top of his head, and finally landed on the tip of his shoe.He raised his leg and kicked the fallen leaves forward, feeling a sense of bewilderment in his heart.

In the end, the sudden ringtone of the mobile phone stopped Lin Qianshu from continuing to lose his mind.He took out his phone from his pocket, and the screen showed that it was Lao Lin who had sent him a video call request.

Although the old Lin in his memory made himself a steaming meal of shredded pork noodles the morning before yesterday, the old Lin seven years later... Lin Qianshu took a deep breath and connected to the video with a heavy heart.

After the other end of the screen shook a few times, Lao Lin's face entered the camera.Looking at the vicissitudes of Lao Lin on the screen, Lin Qianshu felt his eye sockets heat up. He let out a breath, tried to suppress the sadness in his heart, and called out "Dad".

Behind Lao Lin was the carnival crowd, one after another people in flowered skirts passed behind him, playing cheerful music, even Lao Lin himself was wearing a flowered shirt that he didn’t often wear, with two lines of light yellow on both sides of his cheeks oil paint.He greeted his son on the other side of the camera loudly: "Son, are you at work?" His voice was almost completely covered by the music.

Lin Qianshu saw a corner of white leaking out behind him in the camera, and took a step to the side indiscriminately, moving to the gray wall.He said to Lao Lin, "Yes, it's under the teaching building."

"Ah? What?" The music on the opposite side was too loud, and Lin Qianshu couldn't hear Lin Qianshu's answer clearly.

Lin Qianshu took a deep breath, put his mouth close to the microphone, and said loudly to Lao Lin: "I'm at school, everything is fine!"

Lao Lin understood this sentence clearly, and when Lin Qianshu looked at the screen again, what he saw was Lao Lin's smiling expression.

"That's good! Your mother and I are fine abroad!" Lao Lin turned the camera to the side, and Ms. Ming, who was wearing a bohemian dress, broke into Lin Qianshu's sight unexpectedly.

"Ajuan, say hello to your son!" Lao Lin walked to his wife and said loudly to her.

Hearing what Lao Lin said, Ming Juan turned her head and met Lin Qianshu's eyes on the screen.

It wasn't until he saw Ms. Ming's eyes that Lin Qianshu felt that his numb emotions could no longer hold back.

"Mom, long time no see." Lin Qianshu tried hard to suppress the sourness welling up his nose, blinked frantically to hold back tears, and showed a big smile to Ming Juan on the other side of the screen.

——Mingjuan is the founder and CEO of Nanlingfeng Group. Since Lin Qianshu could remember, the word "mother" has been associated with "busy". Parents' meetings are always held by parents, and it's Lin Qianshu's turn. When he was humble, Lao Lin was always the only one.However, from childhood to adulthood, every school Lin Qianshu attended would always have a teaching building called Shuren Building, which Mingjuan donated to the school to take care of her son.Every year, Mingjuan always takes about a week to choose a place with few people for vacation together as a family.

But before today's video meeting, Lin Qianshu hadn't seen his mother for at least half a month.At this moment, his eyes were fixed on Ming Juan on the other side of the screen, as if he wanted to make up for every side he hadn't seen in these years.

Probably because Lin Qianshu's eyes were too straightforward, Ms. Ming just glanced at the screen, then reached out and snatched Lao Lin's phone, frowning, she asked, "Xiao Shu, why are your eyes so red? What happened to you?" baby?"

Lin Qianshu's eyelids twitched.Sure enough, compared to the big-hearted Lao Lin, CEO Ms. Ming's observation skills are top-notch.He avoided Ms. Ming's sight in a panic, and said vaguely: "It's okay, I went to bed too late last night, I stayed up all night."

Mingjuan still wanted to observe carefully, but Lin Qianshu reached out and rubbed her eyes first, "Oh, I'm fine."

"Then you go to bed early tonight." Mingjuan can't do much when she's not around, she can only take care of her, "If you're unhappy, you can tell your parents, or you can tell Xiao Jiang."

"That's right, where is Xiao Jiang?" Lao Lin's voice interjected as a voiceover, "Show him Santiago too?"

Lin Qianshu felt someone approaching him, and Jiang Yizhi then entered the range of the camera.He greeted the Lin family couple on the other side of the screen calmly: "Aunt Ming, Uncle Lin, good evening." He even switched to San Diego time thoughtfully.

Mingjuan nodded to Jiang Yizhi, and said to him, "I'll take care of you, Xiaoshu, for the time being."

"We dare not take care of each other. We are urging each other to make progress together." Jiang Yizhi said.

Appreciation appeared in Mingjuan's eyes, and she said: "Xiaoshu has a quick temper, and it's not easy to calm down, but since he is determined to apply for MIT, his father and I also support it. You will accompany him We are very relieved to take the postgraduate entrance examination together.”

"Yes, on the day you two get the notice together, uncle and aunt will treat you to a big meal." Lao Lin added happily from the side.

My amnesiac self is currently at the level of knowledge that I haven't completed in the first grade of high school. With this ability, let alone applying for MIT, even if I apply to be an MT in the game, my ability will be questioned.Lin Qianshu's heart skipped a beat.

In the end, Jiang Yizhi said: "Aunt Ming, Uncle Lin, don't worry, I will take good care of the wood."

"Okay," Mingjuan nodded, "You should also pay attention to your body, don't stay up all night with Xiaoshu and fool around."

The outdoor signal in Santiago was not very good. After the video call, the picture became blurred at first, and then he simply hung up. Lin Qianshu sent a message to Lao Lin, but he didn't receive a reply for a long time.

Lin Qianshu locked his phone and lowered his head in frustration.Thinking of Lao Lin's cheerful "treat" at the end, he turned his head to look at Jiang Yizhi depressedly: "I'll go to the furniture store to buy a piece of real wood for you, just take care of it."

Jiang Yizhi stared at Lin Qianshu with deep eyes, and suddenly reached out to stroke his head.

"I promised Uncle Lin and Aunt Ming," he said to Lin Qianshu with a focused expression, "I will definitely take good care of you."

The author has something to say: Lin Qianshu is weak and helpless, but he has a brain.

That's right, time travel failed, he actually lost his memory (

A few days ago, I saw that some smart friends in the comments had already guessed my routine, and I was nervous for a while.

Long live the blood terrier!Try to write a chasing wife crematorium in the next book!