The bird raised by the boss has lost his memory

Chu Jing was very drunk. He mixed white and red drinks in the bar before, and couldn't count how many bottles he drank.

It was snowing heavily and the wind was bitterly cold. Standing alone in the snow, he was a little sober from the cold.

The driver in the car couldn't help but put his head around and persuaded: "Master Chu, it seems that he won't come down, or let's go back first?"

The hair on the man's shoulders was covered with snow, his face was pale from the cold, and even his lips were bloodless.

But he just didn't want to go. He felt like he was clenching the sand in his hand tightly, but the sand was getting less and less. This sense of panic made him want to do something to stop it.

Otherwise, the gap in the heart will be blown bigger and bigger by the wind.

Chu Jing is a firm goal-oriented person with better patience and perseverance than ordinary people. This is also a skill that has been honed through shopping malls, and a little snow is nothing to him.

He leaned against the car body, his legs and feet were numb from the cold. During the waiting period, the sporadic fragments that flashed through his mind were all about Song Zhixia.

Countless fragments of images, like light butterfly wings, mixed into the snow and scattered in all directions.

The first half year was the period when the relationship between the two was the most harmonious, at least in Chu Jing's view.

At that time, his career had just stabilized, and Chu Jing often worked overtime in the company, and sometimes he was so busy that he didn't even have time to sleep.

After staying up for two days and two nights in a row, he fell into a brief coma. When he woke up, he was sleeping at home, and Song Zhixia was reading beside him. Seeing that he had woken up, he smiled at him: "Mr. Chu, you finally woke up."

Chu Jing felt extremely drowsy, and when he struggled to get up, he received a drip on the back of his hand.

He tore off the drip casually, remembering that he hadn't read the receipt of the contract, picked up his mobile phone to call his assistant, and after explaining the matter in a few words, he tilted his head to see that Song Zhixia was still reading.

The afternoon sun spread evenly around his body, cutting out a beautiful silhouette, his eyelashes drooping, his pale fingers pinching the spine of the book, he was quiet and serene.

Chu Jing felt light all over, unable to move, and said in a low voice, "Come here."

Song Zhixia finally raised his eyes from the book and looked at him. He put down the book lightly, walked over obediently, and sat beside Chu Jing.

Chu Jing pulled him, hugged him in his arms, rested his head on his shoulders, the young man smelled deliciously in his nostrils, and his tiredness seemed to have dissipated a lot.

"How long have I slept?"

"It was your assistant who called me to take care of you. I don't know how long you slept."

Chu Jing tilted his head slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "Have you taken care of it?"

"I watched you carefully." Song Zhixia said.

Chu Jing hummed, and Song Zhixia felt comfortable in his arms. He couldn't help but close his eyes again, and for some reason, suddenly asked, "What will you do if I die?"

Being hugged in his arms Song Zhixia couldn't move, his body became stiff after sitting for a long time, Song Zhixia simply leaned back on Chu Jing.

In this small space, the two approached each other in a posture that was so intimate as lovers, the sofa sank in a corner, the water on the tea table seemed to be steaming, and outside the window that was dyed orange, flying birds Occasionally skimmed.

There was a drowsy factor in the air, Chu Jing's head was resting on his shoulder, and his breath was close to his snow-white neck.

It was just a question that was asked out of the blue, but for some reason, Song Zhixia remained silent for a long time.

It was so long until Chu Jing almost fell asleep that Song Zhixia said, "The relationship between us ends at the moment you die, and then I will leave."

Chu Jing smiled and said, "Whether the knot between us ends or not, I have the final say."

It was a rare memory for the two of them to get along quietly, and Chu Jing never deliberately remembered it. Now, during the five hours standing in front of the hotel, these seemingly small and inconspicuous details came one after another.

Even he himself didn't know that his memory was so good.

Like little thorns, constantly stimulating the nerves paralyzed by alcohol, reminding him that all this is lost, and there will be no more.

They also had a very good time. Obviously, as long as Song Zhixia stayed by his side obediently, there would be no such problems. Why did everything change so quickly?

Chu Jing was so cold that the blood flow all over his body was blocked. He tried to move his feet, took out a cigarette and lit it, lit it once, twice, but it didn't light up. He cursed in a low voice.

When I raised my eyes, a familiar figure came out from the hotel door, Song Zhixia wrapped in a thick coat walked towards him.

Chu Jing blinked lightly, almost suspecting that it was an illusion. When everyone was about to walk in front of him, Chu Jing suddenly woke up. He stepped down, his stiff legs didn't listen at all, and he staggered as if welded in the snow. He almost knelt down in front of Song Zhixia.

Song Zhixia retreated subconsciously, his tone could not hear much emotion: "What do you want to talk about."

After being so drunk, he asked the driver to drive here, and waited for another five hours in the snow. Chu Jing was in a state of embarrassment. His coat was stained with alcohol and tobacco, soaked in snow, and his eyes were bloodshot. , looking haggard.

"I've treated you well in the past three years." Chu Jing calmed down and gave in to Song Zhixia for the first time. "I don't want to separate, Song Zhixia. If you have any requests, just ask."

It had been snowing all night, and now it finally turned small. Some snowflakes fell on Song Zhixia's face, melted into water, and slid down her cheeks.

He looked at Chu Jing as if he was looking at a vexatious child: "It snowed the night I got into a car accident. I heard it was to bring you delicious shrimp."

In the past three years, Chu Jing was used to calling Song Zhixia around, and this kind of request for him to buy things in the middle of the night was not too much among them. If it was Chu Jing before, it would be taken for granted.

But this time the taste of shrimp was too expensive, Song Zhixia got into a car accident and lost his memory because of this, even a normal person would feel guilty.

Chu Jing opened his lips, unable to speak, struggled for a long time, and said in a low voice, "I'm very sorry about this matter."

It is extremely rare for him to say the word "sorry". He is used to being aloof and only pursues results in doing things. How can he have the empathy of a normal person?

Song Zhixia Beijue smiled sarcastically, and explained the facts in a calm tone: "You said that you have treated me well in the past three years, and you mean that you let me cross the city to buy food in the middle of the night regardless of the next day's work; you still don't respect me. Personal wish, come to the hospital and want to take me away like an object; or I have said many times to break up but you stalked and turned a deaf ear, thinking that I am taking Joe with you?"

Every time he said a word, it fell directly on Chu Jing's head like a slap in the face, causing huge ripples.

Chu Jing was unable to explain: "I did it for you to get well soon."

Half of the reason is because he is used to ignoring Song Zhixia's personal emotions, and the other half is because he is worried about the potential danger of Song Zhixia staying in City B after amnesia.

Papapa, Song Zhixia applauded lightly, the corners of her lips curled up: "I'm so touched."

Still drunk, Chu Jing hovered on the edge of sobriety and unconsciousness, he asked, "Then can you come with me now?"

The cold wind whizzed past the two of them, and the sky was faintly pale.

"Well, didn't you just ask for something?" Song Zhixia wrapped up his coat, and he took out his phone to check the time, "Since you like delicious shrimp so much, I'll give you an hour, and you can spend the whole city B I bought all the flavored shrimp and ate them one by one in front of me."

He said every word: "Eat one and scold myself that I am not a thing."

Chu Jing's face darkened.

"If you can do it," Song Zhixia said lightly, "then it's not impossible for me to go with you."