The bird raised by the boss has lost his memory

Chu Jing left from the ward, followed by the secretary who had witnessed everything that happened in the ward, hesitated for a while and asked, "Aren't you taking Song Zhixia to the doctor?"

"No need." Chu Jing said coldly, "His business has nothing to do with me from now on."

The secretary sighed from the bottom of her heart. From her point of view, it was entirely her own fault that Chu Jing was left speechless just now.

Song Zhixia is such a good person, no one can fault him, he was held in the palm of his hand by fans for fear of falling, and for fear of melting in his mouth, but Chu Jing came to him immediately Go, take him all as your own.

I never considered that he is also a living person with emotions.

Yan Yu's saying is very correct, Chu Jing has never learned to cherish, he was born at the top of the pyramid, and it is too easy to get everything, so he takes others for granted.

As an outsider, she felt that it might be a good thing that Song Zhixia had been angry with him for so long and now had an opportunity to change her attitude.

Chu Jing was really not good enough for Song Zhixia.

In the ward, Yan Yu held an apple in one hand, and he slowly peeled the apple without breaking the whole peel.

"So, you don't remember anything now?" Yan Yu asked.

I couldn't hide the scene just now, and Song Zhixia couldn't do anything about it being told by Chu Jing.

He thought that one more Yan Yu knew that the problem shouldn't be a big deal, and Chen Ye wouldn't hang himself in front of him so easily.

"Yes," Song Zhixia watched him peel the apple, "maybe it will recover, maybe it won't."

This is what Chen Ye told him, and he also said that he is a public figure now, so he should pay attention to his words and deeds.

Yan Yu looked up at him with a gentle expression: "Then do you want to restore your memory?"

Song Zhixia didn't need to think about this question: "Let nature take its course, maybe it will recover when it's time to recover."

After peeling the whole apple, Yan Yu simply rinsed it with clean water, then handed it to Song Zhixia, bent her lips and smiled: "Whether you restore your memory or not, to me, you are Song Zhixia, so it doesn't matter. "

It's good that Song Zhixia doesn't remember those things.

What happened three years ago was a scar for both of them. To this day, he still can't figure out why Song Zhixia broke up with him.

Obviously at the very beginning, Song Zhixia was very resistant to Chu Jing, and told him that he would never agree, but one day, Song Zhixia found him and said calmly that he would break up with him.

No matter how much he asked, he refused to give any reason, and after that, he accepted the condition and was with Chu Jing.

Yan Yu's eyes drooped.

Song Zhixia's amnesia, for the two of them, is it not a new beginning?

In the city center of B, a villa pierces into the sky, magnificent.

The red curtain crossed and hung in the air, the golden tassels hung down, all the surrounding lights were extinguished, and only the performers in red long sleeves and full of Luo Cui were left on the stage, babbling and singing.

"It takes a hundred days to break a sentence, and there is only love in the world that is hard to tell."

The libretto is full of twists and turns, sometimes passionate and sometimes tactful, which is very enjoyable.

The silver-haired old lady sat under the stage, closing her eyes and beating the rhythm.

A woman in overalls slipped behind her, serving water, towels, and snacks, waiting on the sidelines.

A young man with gray eyes stared at the gate for a while, and waited until the end of the play before he saw the right time to talk to the old lady: "Grandma, are you watching the show again?"

He took out a sandalwood box and handed it over with a smile: "This is a gift specially brought for you when I went on a business trip, take a look?"

The wooden box exudes a faint fragrance, which is a specially customized fragrance, which is the only one in the world.

The old lady was still beating the beat, and a person came out from behind and fed her a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake. She took a light bite, waved her hand and stopped eating, then looked up at the young man, and raised her hand to take the sandalwood box : "I have a heart."

She didn't open the box. After waiting for a while, the young man smiled and said, "Why don't you take a look at what's inside? I've been picking for a long time."

The old lady glanced at him with her light blue eyes, put her hands on the armrest, leaned back relaxed, and asked without answering: "You come every time I listen to an opera, so do you know what song is sung on stage? "

The young man blinked: "The Peony Pavilion, grandma's favorite, we all know it."

The old lady snorted, "What is "The Peony Pavilion" about?"

It was a love story after all, young people vaguely knew the general idea, now people don’t listen to operas very much, and the only one in the Lin family who likes to listen to operas is the old lady, who can know what the babbling is singing on stage?

"I'm stupid, I don't understand," Lin Chenggu put his hand on the old lady's arm, "How about grandma tell me?"

The old lady was unmoved and closed her eyes: "I'm tired, next time."

This obviously meant to rest. Lin Chenggu didn't have eyesight to disturb her at this time. He stood up, bent down and covered her with a blanket, "Grandma, I'm leaving first, and I'll see you next time." you."

The old lady slept peacefully, without any movement at all, and her silver-white hair fluttered slightly with her breathing.

Lin Chenggu walked out of the theater, and the assistant who had been waiting for a long time immediately followed up: "How is it? Does the old lady like the gift you picked?"

The smile and patience just now disappeared completely at this moment, Lin Chenggu loosened his tie, tilted his head and asked him, "Have you heard of "The Peony Pavilion"?"

The assistant was stunned for a while, talking about gifts, how did he get to the Peony Pavilion?

He shook his head sincerely: "I never listen to opera."

Lin Chenggu spread his hands: "This is the reaction the old lady gave me."

After finishing speaking, he rolled his eyes and sighed: "This old lady is really difficult to serve. She has exhausted all her tricks. She has no other hobbies except listening to operas. When talking about operas with her, she always uses that kind of inscrutable way to talk to her." Looking at you, I really don't know what to do."

If it weren't for the identity of the heir, who would be willing to suffer this crime?

"I think you may not really impress her." The assistant is quite shrewd, and he pondered for a while, "We come to watch almost every time she listens to the play, and she always brings gifts. This time she suddenly asked you what the play is about. What, if you can’t answer it, then you’re not listening attentively.”

Lin Chenggu rolled his eyes almost to the sky: "Nonsense, if I want to listen to the opera, why don't I rent the theater myself, why come here with her? What am I trying to do, I just want her to be happy!"

"You are too purposeful." The assistant said calmly, "The old lady has already seen that she is not happy, we have to use another method, and gift giving doesn't work well. What else does she lack? Or what does she want?"

When the assistant mentioned this, Lin Chenggu pondered for a while and hesitated: "She has something she wants, and the old lady came back from abroad a year ago because of him."

The assistant's eyes lit up: "Is it a person? Who?"

"Her grandson living abroad." Lin Chenggu shook his head, "But the old lady's daughter is dead, and I heard that her grandson is gone, but she refuses to give up and wants to return to China to settle down."

"Then finding him, wouldn't it help the old lady solve a heart problem?"

Lin Chenggu raised his finger and shook it lightly, and said solemnly: "Let's not mention whether the person is there or not, even if he is, I can't find it."

The assistant asked puzzledly: "Why? Didn't you always want to please the old lady?"

Lin Chenggu took it for granted: "I've watched a lot of palace fighting dramas and rich novels. They are so scary. The old lady is willing to go back to China for him. If this grandson really comes back, will there be a place for me at home?"

assistant:"……"

Co-author All your experiences come from novels? ?

He didn't know what to say: "Well, what if you really meet him one day?"

Lin Chenggu recalled the routine of the novel, without hesitation: "Of course it is to suppress him, severely suppress him, so that the old lady has no possibility of finding him."

The assistant was speechless, he felt that he followed the wrong person, what era is this, and there are still such secondary people?

Fiction is really harmful!

He finally said: "It's as long as you are happy, then we can only wear water through stone, and buy gifts every time to make the old lady happy."

Lin Chenggu didn't think of a good solution either: "That's the only way."

Said to be discharged in three days, Song Zhixia really urged Chen Ye to complete the discharge procedures on the third day.

Chen Ye immediately negotiated conditions with him at this opportunity: "You can leave the hospital if you want, but you must promise me that you will do business well, and you are not allowed to disclose any information related to amnesia in a car accident. Do not answer any interviews with reporters. If you see the camera, you will hide. run."

With so many rules and regulations, under the description of this passage, Song Zhixia felt like a vampire, completely out of sight.

He couldn't help wondering: "I was really a star before, am I very popular?"

Chen Ye searched the Weibo interface on his mobile phone and handed it to him: "There are tens of millions of fans, have you seen it? So you have to be careful."

Song Zhixia spread out on the bed, his whole body was in a big character shape, and he murmured: "I suddenly remembered that there is still a piece of land in my hometown."

Chen Ye, who was packing his luggage, tilted his head and squinted his eyes: "So?"

"Can I not be a star?" Song Zhixia half propped up his body, and discussed with him in a friendly voice, "I can go home to farm, build a small courtyard, buy some chrysanthemums, and never care about world affairs."

After being discharged from the hospital, he has to hide in Tibet and hide the news of his amnesia from tens of millions of people. Is it really human?

Chen Ye seemed to have expected him to do this, he took out his computer, and said calmly: "I support your idea very much, then let's calculate how much you need to pay for the breach of contract on your body."

"300 million from VE's family, 1000 million from Xiaolu, oh, and 5000 million from Director Qin's just-started contract..."

He clicked the button, and then showed Song Zhixia a number with many zeros, and said relaxedly: "See, we only need to pay the liquidated damages, and then announce your resignation, and you can go home Plant flowers to make a small courtyard."

Song Zhixia stared at the string of numbers and counted how many zeros there were, and found that he couldn't count them at all.

In just three seconds, he sat up from the bed: "I'm suddenly interested in life! Do business well, don't interview, don't look at the camera, right? I can do it, and I'm happy to do it."