On the day of the divorce, Lao Gong lost his memory

He is a man of action, and as soon as he thought of it, he called Ji Bo.

When he received a call late at night, Ji Bo was terribly frightened. As soon as he got through, he hurriedly asked if something happened, and he was also concerned about Shan Cen's health.

Shan Cen felt warm in his heart, but also felt a little sorry for the old man.

He comforted him in a low voice, "Uncle Ji, I'm fine, I just want to ask, who is the psychiatrist who treated me back then, I want to find him."

Ji Bo heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that Shan Cen was fine, but when he heard his question, he couldn't help mentioning it again, "You still say it's fine?"

Shan Cen was a little helpless, "It's really all right, I'm just looking for him in case of emergency."

Ji Bo also knew that Shan Cen always reported good news but not bad ones, so he would definitely not get anything out of it when he asked him, so he said, "He has already retired. Speaking of which, you were his last patient, and you didn't want to come out of the mountain after that. I didn't have to go to another psychiatrist when you were in your third year of high school."

Shan Cen frowned.

In fact, he has no impression of the psychiatrist back then, only remembering that he was a very kind person.

There is a kind of magic power when speaking, which will make you follow his train of thought unconsciously.

So he still wanted to give it a try, just in case.

"Is there a way to get in touch?" he asked.

"Yes, but I don't know if it has been replaced over the years." Ji Bo said, "I will send it to you later."

"Thank you Jibo."

After hanging up the phone, Shan Cen looked at the surrounding environment and was obviously taken aback.

He just walked and talked, and unknowingly walked to a strange place. He looked around, thinking about going back the same way.

A gentle voice came first,

"Kid, are you lost?"

Shan Cen looked at the reputation, and saw a gray-haired old man sitting by the lake, with a kind smile on his face, looking towards this side with a smile.

Shan Cen looked around suspiciously, but did not see the child.

He was taken aback for a moment, so, was the 'little friend' just calling him?

Probably seeing his confusion, the old man smiled and said, "That's right, I'm just asking you."

Shan Cen: "..."

He nodded towards the other party, "Hello. I am not lost, but I have gone a little far."

The old man nodded, "It doesn't look like it."

"The kid is going back? Or will you go fishing with me?"

It was only then that Shan Cen noticed that the old man had a fishing rod in front of him, and a bucket beside him. There was a green buoy on the lake, floating gently with the ripples.

Obviously night fishing.

However, being called a child at the age of 23, Shan Cen is under a lot of psychological pressure.

He said tactfully, "Old man, my surname is Shan."

The old man seemed not to understand what he meant, and nodded, "Oh, good evening, little friend Shan."

Shan Cen: "..."

"Good evening, first I..." and left.

"Xiao Zheng, bring a stool and let the children accompany me to fish."

After the old man's words fell, a middle-aged man in his 40s walked out from under the shade of a tree not far from here, holding a picnic chair in his hand.

"coming."

The middle-aged man named Xiao Zheng put down the stool, then looked at the old man hesitantly said, "Old Yun, time..."

"Go, go!" The master waved his hand impatiently and interrupted him, "Don't bother me here."

After speaking, he waved to Shan Cen, "Come here, kid."

Shan Cen had no choice but to walk over. Seeing this, the middle-aged man didn't say anything more. He nodded to Shan Cen and then turned back to the previous place.

After sitting down, the old man smiled and asked Shan Cen, "Have you ever fished before?"

Shan Cen shook his head, "No."

"Don't like it?" the old man asked.

Shan Cen said honestly, "I haven't tried it." So I don't know if I like it or not.

The old man accepted this answer well, "Then try it today."

Without waiting for Shan Cen to answer, he continued, "Fishing is a very simple pastime, and you don't need anything but patience."

"But what most people lack is patience." Shan Cen said.

The old man smiled and asked, "Then do you think you can play?"

Shan Cen thought about it seriously, and asked him to do nothing but wait for the fish to take the bait, which seemed a bit difficult.

He shook his head, "No."

The old man looked at him calmly, and said again: "I think you have a quite calm personality, you should be a student now, right?"

"No." Shan Cen said, "Already working."

"Oh?" The old man became interested, "What job?"

"teacher."

"high school teacher?"

"No, big A."

"Teach what?"

"painting."

The old man's eyes lit up, "Shouldn't you be more patient? I saw someone draw a picture, and they can stay on the ground for a whole day."

"It's different." Shan Cen said.

Painting seems to be a quiet activity, but it is not static, it requires constant hands and brains.For fishing, you only need to find a place, put the bait in the water, and wait patiently. During this period, you can completely let yourself go.

The old man didn't bother to worry about the difference, and asked about something else, "Why are you here at night, the elders of the family live here?"

Shan Cen frowned, thinking that Father Lin lived here, so it should be counted?

He said 'hmm'.

"Oops, hooked."

Suddenly, the old man exclaimed, and quickly picked up the fishing rod and began to reel in the line. After a while, a three-finger-sized fish struggled out of the water.

Shan Cen wanted to ask for help, but he couldn't intervene at all. He could only watch the old man skillfully remove the hook and put the fish into the bucket.

It was only then that he noticed that there were already several fish in the bucket.

They are all about the same size.

It's just that the light is a little dim, and I can't tell what species it is.

Seeing the old man in such high spirits, Shan Cen couldn't help thinking, should he also take Lin Lu out for fishing tomorrow?

But Lin Lu definitely couldn't sit still, and then it would become a temporary office.

Just thinking about it, a bucket was stuffed in his hand, "It's rare to meet a predestined kid, and I'll give you all the fish tonight."

Shan Cen was startled, and hurriedly declined, "No need."

"I'll take it if I give it to you." The old man didn't give him a chance to refuse, he picked up the fishing rod and left, "Just send it to Villa No. 11 tomorrow."

The elusive middle-aged man walked over at some point, picked up the stool and followed.

Shan Cen: "..."

He looked at the back of the old man leaving, then at the bucket in his hand, and said helplessly, "Thank you."

The old man waved his hand, "You're welcome, just tell me tomorrow if it's good or not."

After speaking, he turned the corner and disappeared.

Shan Cen stood for a while, then went back the same way.

The bodyguard came up and asked if he wanted to help get it, but Shan Cen refused.

Back at the villa, Lin Lu had already returned, but he was not idle. He was frowning and making a phone call in the living room, with the computer turned on in front of him.

Obviously still busy with work.

Shan Cen waited for a while, seeing that he would not be able to finish for a while, he simply carried the fish into the kitchen.

It's just right to eat fish porridge for supper.

-

The next day,

When Shan Cen got up, Lin Lu had already gone to the company.

He glanced at the time, it was almost 09:30, and he suddenly had a headache.

At night, he still woke up with a start and couldn't sleep well. In order to prevent Lin Lu from noticing, he had to stay awake all the time.

Only after Lin Lu left in the morning can he fall asleep for a while.

But if things go on like this is not a solution, he has to think about what to do.

After breakfast, he went into the kitchen to make two sugar-free snacks, and then took the snacks to Villa No. 11 to return the bucket.

It felt like a long walk last night when I took a walk, but today a bodyguard led me to take a shortcut, only to realize that the two sides are actually quite close.

The one who opened the door was the middle-aged man from last night.

"Hello."

Shan Cen didn't know what the other party called him, so he nodded his head at the other party, then handed over the two things in his hand, and said, "Hi, I'll return the bucket. These are two sugar-free snacks. Thank you, old man."

The middle-aged man nodded and took it, "You're welcome."

After Shan Cen gave the things, he planned to leave. He didn't want the old man to hear the voice and had already walked out of the house. After seeing Shan Cen, he cheerfully waved to him.

"Are you in a hurry? Didn't come over to have a cup of tea with me."

Shan Cen hesitated for a moment, then walked in, "Excuse me."

"You don't have to be so polite, kid." The old man said, "It happens that I'm fine, so let's chat with an old man like me."

Shan Cen was really a little incapable of accepting the word 'children', so he could only remind him: "Master, my name is Shan Cen, you can just call me by my name."

"Oh, that's fine, just call me Kid Shan." The old man quickly came to a conclusion.

Shan Cen: "..."

never mind!

Just to make the old man happy.

He followed the old man to sit under the vine trellis in the yard, and the tea set and water were already set.

Shan Cen's eyes fell on the book beside him, which was a famous psychological work.

Author: Yun Wei

Shan Cen subconsciously raised his head to look at the old man opposite who had already started making tea. Did he walk through the iron shoes and find nowhere to find it without any effort?

Noticing Shan Cen's gaze, the old man glanced at the book, and then turned his attention to making tea.

"What? Children are interested in psychology?"

Just as Shan Cen was about to say something, the old man had already spoken again, "A friend sent it to me to pass the time, and I would look it up when I have nothing to do. I live to learn, don't you think so?"

There was some doubt in Shan Cen's eyes, so he wanted to go wrong?

The old man is not old master Yun Weiyun at all.

But last night... He clearly heard the middle-aged man call the old man Yun Lao.

Probably just the same last name?

Shan Cen stopped the random thoughts in his head, nodded, and said, "Yes."

The old man smiled and asked, "How does the fish taste?"

Shan Cen: "Very good, thank you, old man."

The old man put the tea in front of him, "You don't have to be so polite, try it, the new tea I made this year."

Shan Cen picked it up and took a sip, the taste was mellow, "The taste is very unique."

The old man laughed, "Know the goods."

After drinking a few cups of tea with the old man, Shan Cen got up and left.

The middle-aged man closed the door and came back, and while clearing the things on the table, he asked, "Why are you suddenly so interested in a stranger?"

The old man glanced at the book on the table, and said thoughtfully, "I've seen it before."

The middle-aged man paused, "Patient?"

The old man didn't say yes or no, but said: "Go and ask, which elder in his family lives here."

"Okay, I'll go find out."

Back at the villa, Shan Cen took the sketchbook and pen and went back to the room, and told him not to disturb him if he had nothing to do.

Time flies by in the sound of a pencil scratching the paper.

He stared at the person on the paper for a while, then took a photo with his mobile phone and sent it to Ji Bo.

Ji Bo called immediately, "This is?"

Shan Cen's voice was cold: "The person who disappeared."

There are two portraits, one with a mask and one with clear features.

Ji Bo was so excited that he couldn't speak, "You..."

"I haven't seen it." Shan Cen lowered his eyes halfway, his eyes were cold, "But, it's almost the same, you look for someone based on this portrait."

"Okay, okay." Ji Bo was a little excited.

With this portrait, it must be much easier to find someone.

After hanging up the phone, he immediately sent the photo.

After confirming that the other party received it, he sat for a while, couldn't help but muttered: "I knew..." Then he shook his head, nothing was as important as the young master.

Shan Cen tore up the two portraits and flushed them all down the toilet before he felt relieved.

When he came out of the bathroom just now, he heard a knock on the door, "Baby?"

Shan Cen walked over to open the door, "Are you back?"

Lin Lu took two steps forward and hugged him for a while, "Why don't you have lunch?"

"Not hungry."

It's just that as soon as the words fell, there was a cooing sound that was very inappropriate.

Shan Cen: "..."

His face turned red all of a sudden.

Lin Lu pinched his face and said with a smile, "You call this not hungry?"

"..." Shan Cen became angry from embarrassment, pursed his lips, and stretched out his hand to pinch.

"Hiss—" Lin Lu was in pain, and helplessly grabbed the culprit's hand, "Okay, good boy, my husband was wrong."

Shan Cen glared at him, turned around and walked out.

Lin Lu touched his nose guiltily, he made people anxious again.

He hurried to catch up, "Baby~~ I bought you milk tea, three-point sugar!"

The cold voice said without any hesitation, "Don't drink!"