Divorced, still making trouble?

"Why do you ask this?" Ji Mingzhe said in silence for a moment, his voice was very cold, and it was more like it could freeze people's ears when it was transmitted through digital signal processing.

Qiu Ye didn't notice the conflict in his words, and said hoarsely, "Tell me, Ji Mingzhe, I want to know..."

"Sports water bottle, AK47 toy gun, camouflage schoolbag." Ji Mingzhe said.

His words shattered Qiu Ye's last bit of luck.

Every time Qiu's mother took Qiu Ye out, she would take a lot of photos of him, but Qiu Ye was bitten by a snake that day and was rushed to the hospital. Of course, there was no video record left.

So if Ji Mingzhe hadn't actually met him, the other party wouldn't have been able to tell what he was wearing at that time.

Qiu Ye tried hard to recall what he experienced before he was injured, but his head hurt from thinking about it, but those memories were cloudy and foggy.

"Ji Mingzhe..." Qiu Ye hugged his head and rolled around on the bed in pain, his voice was so sad that he almost cried, "...I can't remember, sorry, I really can't remember."

Ji Mingzhe hung up the phone.

He had long accepted the fact that Qiu Ye had forgotten him, but now that the other party admitted that he did not remember, he was not moved much.

But Qiu Ye curled up on the bed, his aching heart was throbbing.

When he was young, he especially liked to share his childhood experiences with Ji Mingzhe.

But at this moment, he couldn't imagine how the person sitting beside him was feeling when he described his past happily without any mention of Ji Mingzhe.

"Have you been to the deep mountains and old forests?"

"I've been there, many times," said the boy eating ice cream proudly, "I've also picked poisonous mushrooms, picked wild fruits, seen wild boars and rabbits, and been bitten by snakes. Let me tell you, It's fun in the forest, but it's a pity that my mother is now a housewife and won't go out to work, otherwise I can take you there too."

16-year-old Ji Mingzhe pursed his lower lip, "Maybe we have met before. When I was a child, the plane I was on had an accident and fell into the jungle. Then I was rescued by a boy about your age. Do you think that person will Could it be you?"

Qiu Ye licked the ice cream and thought for a while, "Impossible, although I really want to be a hero, I don't remember ever saving anyone."

The boy's conversation stopped, Qiu Ye jumped out of the bay window, put the outer packaging of the ice cream into the trash can, and turned around to see crystal tears rolling down from Ji Mingzhe's eyes.

Qiu Ye was taken aback, "Hey! Why are you crying?"

Ji Mingzhe didn't say anything, buried his face in his arms and cried silently and sadly.

Qiu Ye never understood why Ji Mingzhe at that time shed tears inexplicably.

And now he understood.

It should be the memory of two people, but only one person remembers it.

Depressed sobs sounded in the room, and the 1.8-meter tall man nestled into a ball in pain, crying in the quiet night for his heartache that had been late for many years.

Why would you forget?

Why can't I remember?

Qiu Ye questioned the present and the past self in his heart, but the memory would not pity him, it was too cruel, and did not give him any hints.

After an unknown amount of time, Qiu Ye finally cleared his throat and got up from the bed.

He reached out to grab the tablet that was left on the bedside, and with red eyes, he entered the three words He Wenyuan in the browser search box.

He Wenyuan used to be a well-known psychology tutor, but there are almost no photos on the Internet, but there are quite a few academic papers published under his name.

After Qiu Ye's mood fluctuated violently, he forced himself to calm down, and then read all his papers.

From the words written by the author of the article, one can clearly feel the other party's profound attainments in the field of psychology.

Qiu Ye's eyes stayed on the two articles about hypnosis published by the other party for a long time, and then called his former classmate Guan Jing.

"Qiu Ye?" Guan Jing's deep and slightly sleepy voice came from the receiver.

Qiu Ye bit a piece of the flue, "Sorry for disturbing you so late."

"It's okay." Guan Jing stood up, rubbed the space between his eyebrows, and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Qiu Ye said, "I have something to ask you."

"Tell me." Guan Jing made a gesture of listening attentively.

Qiu Ye paused, and took two seconds to organize his words and said, "If a person loses a memory and can't remember it, do you know what causes this situation?"

Guan Jing was stunned and said, "There are many reasons for memory loss, which may be organic or functional. The specific issues need to be analyzed in combination with the situation of the person involved."

Qiu Ye briefly recounted what happened when he went to the jungle that day.

"You mean you remember everything, but you only forget the one person you met?"

"Well," Qiu Ye said in a deep voice, "Actually, my memory before and after I met him is a bit fuzzy. I only remember going to play in the woods. I don't have any impression of how I played."

The two talked for a long time through question and answer, and finally Guan Jing pondered for a moment and said, "Well, I'm not very good at this. Tomorrow, I'll consult with my juniors in the field of psychology or directly make an appointment for you to chat face to face?"

Qiu Ye made an appointment with the other party at eight o'clock the next night and reminded Guan Jing, hoping that this matter could be kept secret for him.

"Don't worry, my junior and I won't tell anyone else." Guan Jing said.

"Thank you." Qiu Ye said.

The next day, Qiu Ye went to the company early in the morning and finished half of his backlog of work. After get off work, he refused the old man's order to let him go home for dinner, and drove to the private restaurant in Huai'an.

After sitting in the reserved private room and waiting for more than ten minutes, Guan Jing and his junior arrived.

"Let me introduce, this is Qiu Ye, my former classmate from the school next door." Guan Jing said to the young man wearing glasses beside him.

After speaking, he said to Qiu Ye, "Dingtang, my junior."

Qiu Ye shook hands with Ding Tang, and they were seated. Before the food was served, it was convenient for the two parties to talk about business.

Guan Jing's junior is obviously much more professional in psychology than Guan Jing, so he gave several analyzes on Qiu Ye's situation.

For example, the experience at that time may have stimulated Qiu Ye too much, causing the memory to be self-protectively closed, or his body was too weak and his consciousness was blurred, which led to deviations and disorders in memory, etc.

Qiu Ye waited patiently for the other party to finish speaking, and then asked, "Is it possible to be hypnotized?"

The student on the opposite side was stunned, looked at Qiu Ye and nodded, "Yes, if you were insane at the time, your defense awareness was weak, and someone around you happens to be able to hypnotize, you can indeed achieve such an effect, but that is not true memory. What’s missing is that your memory has been artificially tampered with.”

"To put it simply, the other party can implant some false memories into your brain, confuse them with your original memories, and then let you take them as your own memories."

Qiu Ye's face became more and more serious as he listened, and finally he couldn't hold back and went outside to smoke a cigarette.

There were many reasons why he couldn't remember, and it didn't prove that he was really hypnotized by his uncle, but once he connected Ji Mingzhe's words with He Wenyuan, He Wenyuan became more and more suspicious.

A thousand feelings surged in his heart, Qiu Ye bit the cigarette butt between his teeth, stared at the rockery in the yard for a while, then called He Wenyuan.

When the phone was connected, he closed his eyes, suppressed all his emotions, and said calmly, "Uncle, where are you now? I want to see you."