Do you understand Euclid today?

Seeing his brows furrowed, Lin Qianshu grabbed Qiu Yuanshan's sleeve in an instant: "Why?"

Qiu Yuanshan was taken aback, and he stuttered: "What, why?"

"Why isn't Jiang Yizhi on the recommended list?" Lin Qianshu saw that the expression on his face was unprecedentedly serious.

Qiu Yuanshan shook his head: "I don't know, everyone is guessing."

Lin Qianshu saw that he let go of Qiu Yuanshan's hand, said "I'll go and see", turned and ran upstairs.With a thought, he followed Lin Qianshu, who was in the third year of high school, leisurely down the stairs.

The stairs were pitch black, and Lin Qianshu felt as if he had been sucked into a huge vortex again, and the scene changed abruptly in an instant.

When his eyes lit up again, Lin Qianshu found that he had reached the door of the teaching office.Lin Qianshu, a senior in high school, was standing by the door, listening nervously to the conversation inside.

"Jiang Yizhi, the teacher knows that your family is in a special situation, but you are a good seedling. It is really a pity to give up the university you have always dreamed of for such a reason."

"Mr. Xia, Tsinghua University requires recommended students to go to the imperial capital for training in June. I can't leave Nanling City in the short term."

"You... well, whatever you want." The dean in high school sighed helplessly.

Lin Qianshu quietly moved to the window, and he saw Jiang Yizhi in his youth facing the window with a determined face.

"And," Jiang Yizhi said, "No matter where I am, I will never give up my pursuit of climbing the peak of mathematics. I have the confidence and ability to do well."

The dean couldn't persuade him, so he put his hands on his forehead with a headache: "I can't tell you." He paused, and continued: "However, if you score enough in the college entrance examination, the teacher hopes that you can go to Tsinghua University again." Think it over."

Jiang Yizhi looked down at the shadow on the ground and agreed, "Okay."

The two talked for a while in the teaching office before the dean let Jiang Yizhi leave.Seeing that Jiang Yizhi was about to open the door and come out, Lin Qianshu saw himself in the third year of high school shrinking his neck and rushing into the stairwell first.

In the next second, the black vortex rose again, and Lin Qianshu was once again mixed into the nothingness, changing the scene in an instant.

This time, he found himself floating in the storage room of Class A of Senior Three.

Lin Qianshu and Jiang Yizhi, who were in the third year of high school, sat side by side at two unused tables, and Jiang Yizhi was explaining a problem to himself.

Lin Qianshu saw that his face still had a distraught expression on his face. Jiang Yizhi said a few words but didn't hear a response, so he stopped and looked back at himself with a questioning look: "What's wrong?"

"Jiang Yizhi..." Lin Qianshu showed hesitation, "Where do you want to go to university?"

Jiang Yizhi's pen tip paused, and a trace of thought leaked out of his eyes.Soon, he put away his expression properly, and when he spoke again, his tone was determined as if after many days of deliberation: "Nanling University."

"Is it just Nanling University?" Lin Qianshu was a little surprised, but also a little happy.

——For Jiang Yizhi, Nanling University is a very conservative guarantee school, but for him, Nanling University is a university that can make a breakthrough, at least it is not so far away compared to Tsingtao University.

This means that the two still have the opportunity to be classmates in college.Lin Qianshu thought.

"Yes." Jiang Yizhi nodded, then asked him seemingly unintentionally, "What about you?"

In an instant, Lin Qianshu had already made plans for his future destination: "Coincidentally, I also want to be admitted to Nanling University."

"That's great." Lin Qianshu saw a slight smile on Jiang Yizhi's mouth, "I can supervise you to take the exam together."

***

"You feel like you're walking down a long road, and there's a door at the end of the road...you walk up to the door, gently grab the handle and turn it, try to push the door open...the door opens."

Lin Qianshu heard a crisp finger snapping in his ears, and he, who was floating in the air, landed on the ground in an instant, and the low cello concerto rang again in his ears.He opened his eyes and found himself back in the designer's room.

The designer stood next to the record player and raised his hand to remove the record.She turned around and looked at Lin Qianshu with a smile: "How do you feel?"

Lin Qianshu touched his face in a daze, and realized belatedly, "You... just hypnotized me?"

"To be precise," the phony designer puts down the record, walks back to the couch and sits down, "I'm trying to jog your memory."

Wake up memory?Lin Qianshu was startled suddenly, and hurriedly turned to look for Ming Juan.

Seeing her son's apprehensive gaze in shock, Ming Juan felt as if her heart had been pricked by a needle.Ever since she saw her son still showing uneasy expressions in his sleep, her hand has been intentionally or unintentionally firmly grasping the opinion booklet given by the hotel.

It was only when she lowered her head that she realized that the opinion book had been rubbed to pieces by herself.

Ming Juan walked slowly to Lin Qianshu and sat down: "Xiao Jiang told us about it the afternoon you went to the hospital for the first checkup."

"After that day, your dad and I consulted many experts at home and abroad, and finally decided to invite Ms. Susan to come and see you in person." Mingjuan looked at the "designer" and smiled bitterly, "It's not very lucky, I just met She is opening a fully enclosed academic forum, and we just got in touch recently."

"Designer" smiled at Lin Qianshu, and handed out a business card: "Let me introduce myself formally, Susan Stewart, a memory therapist."

Lin Qianshu took the business card almost as if he was sleepwalking.

He couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in right now—in the past two months, he and Lao Lin had made a lot of video calls. Don't find out about your memory loss. In the end, your parents already knew about it, and they carefully pretended not to know it, and acted with you.

"Mom..." Lin Qianshu looked at Mingjuan guiltily, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hide it from you."

Mingjuan blinked, and swallowed back the soreness rushing to her throat: "Mom knows."

"Judging from the comparison between today's guide and your lost memory, your memory loss is likely to be an emotional self-protection mechanism that is misadjusting," Susan said, "There must be something in the part of your forgotten memory that you really want. Avoidance of content that makes you feel pain, guilt, and despair."

She looked at Ming Juan with a worried face, smiled gently at Ming Juan, and then turned her head to Lin Qianshu: "Memory recovery requires a gradual and long-term treatment process, and recovery of memory may also have a negative impact on your emotions." The second injury, even so, do you still want to restore the memory?"

Even so, do you still want to recover your memory?This question seemed to hit Lin Qianshu's head, he subconsciously grasped the corner of his clothes: "I...I need to think again..."

Upon hearing that it might cause secondary harm, Mingjuan couldn't sit still. She looked at Lin Qianshu and said, "Xiaoshu, why don't we forget about it?" But when she spoke, she couldn't hide the trembling of her voice: " Don't you just forget about seven years...it's okay..."

How could it be all right?Lin Qianshu thought to himself, the self discussed by others has become an irrelevant person, and those who should be familiar with people and profound pictures have become strange. He really doesn't want to separate such an incomplete self, but he is He backed away from the damage.

In the end, Lin Qianshu took a deep breath, looked up at Susan, and asked, "Can you give me three days to think about it?"

"Yes." Susan spread her hands to express her understanding, "Only when you are in awe of memory will you have concerns. I understand you."

The two agreed to give the final result three days later, Lin Qianshu got up to thank him, and left the room that Susan had temporarily used as a studio with Mingjuan.

After walking out the door, Ming Juan looked at Lin Qianshu: "Do you blame Mom for bringing you here without telling you in advance?"

Lin Qianshu lowered his head and kicked away a small stone blocking the road, then raised his head and smiled at Ming Juan: "Ms. Ming rarely has time to stay with me all afternoon, why should I blame you?"

Hearing Lin Qianshu's words, Ming Juan felt even more saddened, and she couldn't help showing a guilty look: "It's because Mom thought wrong in the past. She only cared about making money and ignored you and your dad..."

"Okay, I'm already this old, why don't you care about my dad," Lin Qianshu deliberately pretended to be disgusted, "I gave this light bulb as a gift."

"Xiaoshu, why don't you go home and stay here today?" Seeing Lin Qianshu's back pretending to be relaxed, Ming Juan suddenly grabbed his hand.

"Ding--"

The elevator door opened, Lin Qianshu looked up, and met Jiang Yizhi who was standing at the elevator door.

"No need." Lin Qianshu turned his head and smiled at Mingjuan, "A Jiang is here, I'll go back with him."

Jiang Yizhi lifted his legs and walked out of the elevator. When he walked to Lin Qianshu's side, Lin Qianshu smelled the peppermint aroma on his body, which became a little intoxicated by the neutralization of the aroma of coffee.

"Auntie." Jiang Yizhi looked at Mingjuan, "I'm sorry I couldn't take care of Xiaoshu."

This was the first time Lin Qianshu heard Jiang Yizhi call himself "little tree". He felt an electric current rushing through the nerve endings, and his whole body was numb.

Mingjuan's complexion was pale, but she smiled reluctantly at Jiang Yizhi: "How can I blame you... You have really worked hard during this time."

Lin Qianshu grabbed Jiang Yizhi's sleeve, pulled it lightly a few times, and said in a low voice, "Let's go."

Jiang Yizhi came back to his senses and grabbed Lin Qianshu's wrist with his backhand.

He said to Mingjuan: "Auntie, I will take Xiaoshu and leave first."

Mingjuan nodded, her mind was no longer on the conversation, she said goodbye to them almost consciously, and watched them walk into the elevator.

The elevator doors closed slowly, and only Jiang Yizhi and Lin Qianshu were left in the narrow space.

Lin Qianshu looked up at the two people in the elevator mirror, Jiang Yizhi grabbed his wrist, but his eyes were empty and unfocused.

He gently brought his hand to his side, and easily broke free from Jiang Yizhi's hand.

Jiang Yizhi came back to his senses, and the elevator door opened again.

"Let's go," Jiang Yizhi said in a low voice, "Let's go home."

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