The bird raised by the boss has lost his memory

Song Zhixia looked out, outside the thin layer of glass, there was light snow like flakes, and the night was deeper black, no light could be seen.

All patience has reached the verge of exhaustion, Song Zhixia raised his hand and rubbed his forehead: "There is no need for this, let me repeat, we broke up."

At the gate on the first floor of the hotel, Chu Jing was standing outside the car. The alcohol had aroused all the stubbornness and extremes in his bones. He was so drunk that he didn't even have a basic sense left.

There was only one thought in his head, Song Zhixia belonged to him, and it was impossible for them to end like this.

"I'm just downstairs of the hotel," Chu Jing said hoarsely, his body was shaking slightly, he propped up the car window with one hand, and leaned half of his body up, "Come out, let's talk."

Song Zhixia ignored his plan and chuckled lightly: "I don't see unimportant people, you can wait as long as you want, it doesn't matter."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone directly, and then blocked the strange number in time.

This little episode did not affect Song Zhixia's good mood, nestled on the sofa, casually clicked on the electronic version of the script Chen Ye sent him, and waited for the takeaway while reading the script.

So when Chen Ye rushed in in a hurry, what he saw was the scene of the young man nestling comfortably on the sofa, with fried chicken on the table, and the room full of fragrance.

He took a deep breath, tried his best to calm down, and after confirming that the door was closed, he walked up to Song Zhixia: "Do you know that you are on the trending search?"

Song Zhixia pushed the fried chicken in front of him: "Do you want to eat it?"

He is still in the mood to eat fried chicken?

Chen Ye didn't know what to say. He looked at the fried chicken with fire in his eyes, and threw the phone out with a snap: "Look."

Song Zhixia didn't know how serious the hot search was, so he took a piece of fried chicken and looked down at the phone screen.

Hot Search No. [-]: Song Zhixia is still alive

Chen Ye asked him to send Weibo to his fans to report his safety, and he edited step by step: the person is still alive, the problem is not big

Chen Ye asked him to post a picture as a benefit, and Song Zhixia felt that it was time to express himself as a man, and it just happened to prove that he was strong and strong, so he sent a picture of clenching a fist with one hand and trying to show off his muscles with the picture.

However, on that thin arm, only smooth and thin arm lines can be seen.

Song Zhixia thought it was okay, so he posted it.

He did what Chen Ye said, so what could be wrong?

He took a bite of the fried chicken and was satisfied. He faded out of the bird's mouth and finally got some taste. After watching the screen, he looked up and said seriously: "I see."

The young man's lips were stained with a little bread crumbs, his light blue eyes were innocent and bright, and his body curled up into a ball, like a lazy blue-eyed white cat just taking a nap.

Chen Ye: ...

"You." Chen Ye rolled up his sleeves and walked back and forth twice before he stabilized his mentality that was about to collapse, "Do you know that your gentle and male god persona has collapsed because of this Weibo?"

That's all for the language and writing, although it's a bit difficult, and it can barely be rounded, but is the picture of the arm showing no muscles to be funny? ?

"What kind of gentle male god, I don't have such a persona." Song Zhixia was very calm, "Think about it from another angle."

"How do you want me to change the angle?? Said your Weibo account was hacked??"

Song Zhixia said unhurriedly: "Since I have amnesia, sooner or later everyone will know about it. Is it bad for the rest of my life, and I have to hide it for the rest of my life? The style of this Weibo is not right now, it just happens to be a new starting point, in case someday Exposure also allows fans to follow."

His voice was too calm, as if he was saying that such a trivial matter was not worth making a fuss about.

At the beginning, the two of them agreed not to expose the fact of amnesia because they were caught off guard. If they were exposed to the public rashly, then Song Zhixia's acting career would probably be over.

After being told by Song Zhixia, Chen Ye, who was already on the verge of committing suicide, felt that there was some truth to it...

Song Zhixia handed over a chicken nugget at the right time: "Besides, fans will have a sense of novelty when the style of idols changes suddenly, and naturally there will be enthusiasm. Do I, a traffic star, still worry about the high popularity? Don't worry, come, eat Chicken, go home, wash and sleep."

After being brainwashed by such a few words, Song Zhixia didn't inform him before posting on Weibo, but it turned out to be a good thing that is beneficial and harmless?

Chen Ye took the chicken in a daze, took two bites, and finally said helplessly: "Just do as you said, I will go to public relations."

To a certain extent, Song Zhixia is right. Fans are full of question marks, using a magnifying glass to find out what is worth showing on this thin arm. Even the picture of the arm is on the hot search...

There were also unknown passers-by who laughed, thinking that Song Zhixia was some kind of funny comedian.

Chen Ye went to work, and Song Zhixia was not idle either. He took the time to go through the script and fell asleep unconsciously.

In the chaos, he couldn't tell whether he was awake or not.

He had a sweet dream, the sun was warm and warm, and the breath of spring grass was blowing towards his face.

The soft wind flows around the fingertips, extremely gentle.

Sitting under the peach blossom tree was a woman with long hair draped over her shoulders, her skin was so white that it was almost transparent, only her blue eyes still had a little sparkle.

The spring breeze rustled, the peach blossom branches swayed, and the petals fell like rain.

She reached out to pick it up with a calm face. After a while, she seemed to hear something and looked back.

With a bang, the basketball hit the ground heavily, and was quickly picked up again. The boy was dressed in a white shirt, with a clean and cool demeanor.

There was an unconcealable vivacity between his brows.

"Our department won the first place in the basketball game again this year."

"The food in the cafeteria is terrible. It's not as good as yours. But you always like to order me around when you cook. I still want to play games. If I can't make it as a star, I'll go to e-sports."

"I picked up a cat on the side of the road, Huang Xixi, named it Huang Buran, and let it accompany you more."

The young man talked a lot, but the speed of his speech was not fast, which made people feel refreshed. The woman closed her eyes and listened quietly, with a smile on her lips.

She looked down at her empty trouser legs, and said peacefully, "Xia Xia, do you really want to be a star?"

She always asked him this sentence, and always sighed.

The boy blew on the petals in the air and watched it drift away: "Yes."

The woman didn't say anything more, she looked at him softly, it was the purest look of a mother looking at her child.

That day he talked a lot and twittered, but women couldn't hear enough.

When the time came, the boy had to go. He picked up the basketball, waved at the woman, and ran away in gusts of wind.

"Xia Xia." A woman called softly from behind.

He still had to rush to meet his friends, but when the young man turned his head, his figure was frozen like a blurred shadow.

Under the peach blossom tree, the light-yellow figure of the woman gradually faded away. She raised her hand, still smiling, her voice melted into the wind and sent to his ear: "Xia Xia, goodbye."

"I know, wait until I come back to see you next week!"

He ran farther and farther.

For some reason, Song Zhixia felt palpitations in his dream, as if he was eager to turn the boy back.

Hurry up, go back, go back to her side——

Otherwise we will never see each other again.

But things went against expectations, the boy's figure was so blurred that only a black dot remained, which quickly disappeared.

And she just kept watching his back go away.

When awakened by the ringing of the phone, Song Zhixia sat up suddenly from the bed. In the darkness, he unconsciously raised his hand to touch his eyes, his hands were wet.

"Mr. Song," the call came from the front desk of the hotel, and she wondered, "There is a gentleman at the door who wants to see you. He has been standing in the snow for a long time, and he is in a bad mood."