On the wedding day, he was taken away by his scumbag ex

Huo Qinggong, who came here with the idea of ​​treating a dead horse as a live horse doctor, was told in a cold sweat: "Please explain in detail."

"Well, to put it simply, someone has tampered with your memory." The doctor opened a box next to him, took out a few candies from the box and put them aside, "Does Mr. Huo understand?"

Huo Qing stared at the pile of colorful candies: "Someone took my memory?"

The doctor was amused by this statement: "It's not so mysterious. After all, psychology is not fortune-telling, nor is it metaphysics. There is no way to artificially create so-called 'memory' without any basis. Let me explain in detail according to Mr. Huo's description. ..."

The winter in N City is humid and cold, and the chill pervasively penetrates into the cracks of people's bone marrow. This day also ushered in the first snow of winter, and the cold wind whizzed through the row upon row of buildings, constantly rolling up snowflakes.

People were boiling, taking pictures and tweeting, shouting "first snow", but as the cold wind became more and more intense, the snowflakes turned into snowdrops, pedestrians hid in the house, and began to worry that if the snow drifted overnight, the ground would be wet and slippery tomorrow , probably need to get up early to go out.

Huo Qing nestled in a corner of the sofa, quietly looking out of the window, and from time to time, the anchor's flat broadcast came from his ears, but was soon covered by nothingness, and the sound was automatically muted.

It is difficult for a person to perceive the flow of time when the soul is out of the body. Anyway, he is in a daze like this, and the speed and slowness of time are insignificant.

The phone vibrated wildly for one round, but there was no response, and the second round started like a madman.

Huo Qing blinked lightly, struggled to regain consciousness, and finally connected to the call before the end of this round of ringing.

The person at the other end gave him a warning before he could speak: "What are you doing? If you don't answer the message, you won't answer the phone."

"..." Huo Qing opened his mouth, and the upper and lower lips that were about to stick together parted ways, but his voice was very hoarse, "What's wrong?"

The other end seemed to be taken aback by him: "Brother, what's the matter with you? Are you sick?"

Only then did Huo Qing recognize the identity of the telegrapher: "No, I just woke up from a nap."

"Huh, I was scared to death—cough, it's snowing today, please drink some wine."

For some reason, Huo Qing felt a dull pain in his head: "I'm not going."

The cousin probably heard that he was weak and didn't mess around as usual, so he hung up the phone quickly.

The phone screen jumped to the main screen, showing Beijing time.

It's so late.

He didn't realize it, and just lay on the sofa all afternoon.

The eyes fell on the huge TV screen not far away, and the anchor was talking about the recent weather situation.

Outside the window, under the bright light of the TV screen, the flying snowflakes tilted at an obvious angle, and flew past in a rapid and dense circle.

Huo Qing withdrew his gaze, put his elbows on his knees, and his mind was blank again.

He has been in this state since he came back from the clinic.

All kinds of guesses and doubts have molded him into a restless walking corpse, making it difficult to think normally.

He didn't know why it happened like this.

Falling in love, breaking up, accidents, amnesia, and now, he is like a puppet, being manipulated back and forth by invisible forces.

My head hurts even more.

Soak in a hot bath, and think again when your mind is clearer.

Huo Qing grabbed his hair vigorously, and when he stood up, he heard his stomach growl.

He hasn't eaten anything since morning. Although he doesn't feel hungry, Huo Qing doesn't want to ruin his body, so he decides to go downstairs to buy some hot meals.

The door opened, and a group of black shadows jumped up.

Huo Qing was startled, but before he could react, he was pushed hard and slammed into the entrance wall.

Immediately afterwards, the black figure came over, covered his slightly opened mouth, and said hoarsely: "Huo Qing, you love Tang so much, for him, you treat me like that."

He didn't know how long he sat outside, his palms were as cold as ice cubes just taken out of the freezer, Huo Qing shivered.

It's Shu Yicheng.

Shu Yicheng laughed twice, and in the dark, Huo Qing who was laughing had goosebumps: "What I want the most after waking up is to take revenge on you, including Tang."

He subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and when he heard his words clearly, his nerves immediately tensed up a bit. He tried to break off the hand that covered his voice, but Shu Yicheng was so strong that the hand was tightly clasped around him like a root. Under his nose, he no longer struggled.

"Tell me, if I suddenly rushed in to get you away on the day of your wedding, would the man surnamed Tang fight for me? But it doesn't matter, he can't beat me."

Huo Qing thought coldly, oh, really?

"I should take you abroad, so that they won't find us so quickly, and I will slowly think of a way to revenge you."

After saying this, the hand covering Huo Qing's mouth loosened.

Shu Yicheng suddenly leaned over, buried his head in the hollow of his shoulder, and said vaguely: "I really hate you."

Huo Qing was stunned suddenly.

hatred.

A word that is usually placed together with "love" is the extreme and ultimate form of "love".

It also means that the former love has become a piece of shit.

Colleagues who slack and push back, strangers who jump in line cheekily, vehicles speeding in the rain and splashing water all over the place... will make people hate, resent, and angry, and want to get into a fight to vent their dissatisfaction.

But don't really hate them.

Hate, like love, requires a lot of energy, and it is difficult to accumulate too many emotions on insignificant people.

For so many years, Huo Qing has never hated anyone, and he should never have been hated by anyone.

Shu Yicheng was the first and only one.

Probably after venting his "hate", Shu Yicheng's voice was obviously lower when he spoke again, like a broken ball: "I'm leaving."

The man stood still.

"What happened between two people, the most effective solution actually exists between these two people. Communication and communication with each other may have unexpected results."

The doctor's words passed through Huo Qing's heart. He grabbed the phone tightly and asked without any hope: "Do you...have time now?"

Before Shu Yicheng could answer, the phone rang.

He didn't even look at it, turned off the phone directly, and stared at Huo Qing again: "Yes."

Huo Qing: "I want to talk to you."

The phone rang again, this time it was Huo Qing's.

"Master Huo." Yao Wei was as polite as ever, but his former kindness had long since disappeared, "Is Shu Yicheng looking for you?"

Huo Qing glanced at the figure facing each other: "Yes."

"I'll be there right away, please trouble Master Huo." Then hung up.

Dinner was doomed, and Huo Qing didn't feel hungry, so he simply changed into slippers.

Shu Yicheng followed him inside: "Is it my elder brother?"

"Well, he came to see you."

Shu Yicheng's complexion was ugly, replaced by the usual paleness and redness under the light, his eyes were a little wandering, and his breathing became heavy.

Huo Qing felt strange and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with you?"

Shu Yicheng rubbed his hair irritably: "I have a little cold."

The foot moved a bit, then raised her head again, staring at Huo Qing burningly, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

In fact, Huo Qing didn't know much about it, he just mentioned it casually, but his state and the advice of a professional doctor made him feel that it was necessary to have an open and honest talk with Shu Yicheng.

It was rare that the two of them were not in a state of tension, and it was a good time to talk.

But the sudden ringing of the doorbell broke the silence.

Shu Yicheng became irritable: "Speak."

After thinking about it, he stared at him with a slight warning, "What do you want to do?"

Huo Qing didn't know, so: "What?"

"The last time I used my elder brother to say that he took away the contract of the resort hotel, what do you think this time?" Shu Yicheng seemed to be born ignorant of what it means to "speak well", clearly he could keep calm a minute ago, but now he is bitter and mean Get up, "Nobody can stop me, neither does my big brother."

The fierce ringing of the doorbell filled the room with hostility.

Huo Qing suddenly understood a fact - from taking him away at the beginning, to the resort hotel contract later, to the two invitations that turned out, Shu Yicheng has been expressing his attitude all the time.

Revenge, only revenge.

He hated him very much, and he would only let him go if he personally made Huo Qing feel the consequences he should have had.

The "chat" just now, in Shu Yicheng's eyes, was just his expedient measure.

But why did he bear all this?

His parents told him not to trust Shu Yicheng anymore, and his cousin called Shu Yicheng trash, what reason did they have to deceive themselves?

Although he hasn't remembered everything, if Shu Yicheng hadn't approached him with ulterior motives wearing a mask back then, none of the following things would have happened.

He didn't dare to say that it was all Shu Yicheng's fault, but why did Shu Yicheng push all the faults to him?

He wanted to calmly dispel his hostility, but Shu Yicheng just wanted to suppress him so much that he couldn't lift his head up.

That being the case: "Then we don't have much to talk about."

Shu Yicheng's complexion changed slightly: "Don't even think about it!"

The sound of the door being smashed was mixed with the rapid ringing of the bell, Yao Wei seemed to be holding back to the limit.

Shu Yicheng hurriedly took one last look at him, then strode away.

As soon as the door opened, Yao Wei's roar rushed in: "Why are you running around when you are sick? I told you not to see him again. Are you deaf?"

"I am fine."

"Go abroad as soon as you recover from illness, and don't come back in the future!"

The door is closed, and everything is quiet.

Huo Qing felt a deep sense of powerlessness, and walked around the room a few times, only to feel that the silence was scary.

It happened that a friend called and chatted for a while, and he picked up the car keys again and went out.

In the car outside, Yao Wei questioned his younger brother straightforwardly, saying, "Why did you come to him?"

Shu Yicheng: "Nothing."

"Don't think that I don't know, you don't even want to make a clean break with him!" Yao Wei gasped with hatred, "I tell you, you are not allowed to meet with him in the future. When the illness recovers, I will arrange for you immediately." Go abroad, go wherever you want, but you are not allowed to stay here!"

Shu Yicheng: "I won't leave."

Yao Wei: "I can't help you, I have to go!"

The carriage fell into an embarrassing silence, and the driver dared not speak out, trying his best to make himself invisible.

Not long after, Yao Wei seemed to remember something extremely important, and turned to the side in disbelief, his voice was even more unbelievably shocked: "Are you...still in love with him?"