The bird raised by the boss has lost his memory

After Song Zhixia left, Chu Jing stood alone on the street. After the snow fell, the temperature dropped sharply, and the coldness penetrated into the bone marrow.

There was still a crumbled cigarette in his hand, and the shredded tobacco fell from between his fingers.

On such a big street, with people coming and going, he stood there alone.

Chu Jing is not a fool, otherwise he would not have reached his current position by himself.

On the contrary, he has insight into people's hearts, will allocate resources reasonably to maximize, and will make the best judgment on the situation in the shortest time.

Discovery, analysis, solution, and implementation are his consistent style.

It's a pity that he has never paid half his attention to Song Zhixia. Song Zhixia is too obedient, maybe he would give him attention when the two first started, but in the past two years he has completely ignored Song Zhixia as a normal person. emotion.

To him, Song Zhixia was like a tool that he used to his heart's content. How could a person care about the emotions of the tool?

Chu Jing raised his head slightly, and the cold wind blew across his cheeks like a knife, with stinging pain.

He always felt that Song Zhixia was like boiled water, which was bland and tasteless, but now when he lost it, he realized that he was in the desert, yearning for that sweet spring to the death.

What has he been doing all these years?If Song Zhixia's attitude towards him now can represent the truest state——

In his eyes, Chu Jing was a cold, selfish and childish person, so how did he spend these three years?

Chu Jing suddenly didn't dare to think about it anymore, his mind was so confused that he was hurt by Song Zhixia's words all at once.

The phone kept vibrating and hung up automatically several times, so Chu Jing just kept in the empty state and picked up the phone.

It was Yu Qingbai who called, and as soon as he picked it up here, he chatted endlessly: "Ah Jing, why didn't you answer so many calls? Are you still in City B? Are you busy with things over there..."

The night lights were as colorful as fire, and Chu Jing seemed to have lost all his strength. He paused for a while and asked, "I asked you something at the bar that day, do you remember it?"

bar?Thanks to Qingbai's quick brain, he realized: "Which question did you ask in the bar?"

Chu Jing repeated what he said at the time, with a difficult tone: "Am I treating Song Zhixia badly?"

Yu Qingbai made a long cry, and scratched his head: "Ah Jing, Song Zhixia can feel whether it's good or not. As for you, what do you say?"

"You can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep. You wishful thinking that you are already very good to Song Zhixia, so it's useless if I say more, right?"

At the beginning, Yu Qingbai mentioned it when he went to Chu Jing's house as a guest, but Chu Jing blocked himself. In his world, he and Song Zhixia should get along like this.

It's like waking up suddenly from a dream that has been closed for a long time, and seeing a whole new world.

If Song Zhixia is no longer viewed as a tool...

Chu Jing's heart couldn't help sinking, and he realized that he might be wrong.

The cold wind blows through the empty streets, and the fine snow falls, and there is no place to return to in the wind.

When he returned to the hotel, Chen Ye had been waiting for a long time. As soon as Song Zhixia entered the door, he took the initiative to greet him and asked with concern, "How is it going? Did the commercial shooting go well today?"

Song Zhixia nodded: "It went well."

After these few days, Chen Ye changed from being worried about him to completely relieved: "I'll tell you something, today I asked my acquaintances to find an expert on treating amnesia, and I talked with them for a while in the afternoon, and the expert said that it can be treated. , would you like to?"

As a manager, he naturally hoped that Song Zhixia could recover his memory more than anyone else.

Song Zhixia poured a glass of water, took a sip, turned his head to look at him, and suddenly called his name: "Brother Chen."

Except for the moment when he just woke up, Song Zhixia never called him that on other occasions. Chen Ye was stunned: "What?"

He had a vague feeling that Song Zhixia seemed to be different, but he couldn't say exactly what changed.

It seems that the whole temperament is brighter, like a gem that has been stored for a long time has been wiped and glowed again.

Song Zhixia didn't seem to be joking at all: "I thought about it, but I don't want to restore my memory."

The room was extremely quiet, and Chen Ye's expression was almost static. He tried to distinguish, blinking his eyes lightly: "Why?"

Song Zhixia took another sip of water, and his posture became more relaxed: "Perhaps this is the best arrangement from heaven. I don't have the slightest nostalgia for the old days."

The young man's eyelashes drooped, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes, which was dazzling and soft. He was sitting by the bar, holding a glass of water, like a cat comfortably staying in its own territory.

Chen Ye was stunned. He helped Song Zhixia find a way to recover in order to restore order to his life as soon as possible. He was worried that Song Zhixia would go out of the gang and cause immeasurable consequences.

But it ignores that Song Zhixia's original memory is not good, being hurt by a scumbag, busy rushing to make announcements, and living in the persona of a gentle male god.

The words of brain experts are still ringing in my ears today—"Excluding the brain trauma caused by external factors, there is also a very small possibility that there is no problem with his head, but his inner world chooses to close the past and want to start again. Traumatic Stress Syndrome."

That was Song Zhixia's memory, and it was up to him to decide whether he wanted it back or not.

Chen Ye breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he was infected by Song Zhixia, and he was no longer so tense. He said, "As long as you think about it, I will support you."

Song Zhixia didn't speak, and lightly touched Chen Ye's cup with the water glass.

Perhaps it was Song Zhixia's words that helped. During the next period of filming, he never received any harassing calls from Chu Jing again.

In the bustling center of City B, Canglin Villa.

The cold wind hit the window hard, making a whining sound.

The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, and the whole room was warm and glowing red.

The old lady was lying in the rocking chair, coughing unceasingly. The maid stepped forward and handed her the medicine, but she was refused.

She tapped her toes, the rocking chair swayed slowly, and the old lady wiped the photos in her hand with a handkerchief, humming inaudible folk songs.

Beside the rocking chair is a crimson red square table. On the table is a black lacquer box with eight treasures. There are many old photos in the box.

After confirming that the photo was clean enough, the old lady stopped wiping, and asked, "How did you find it?"

The maid nodded respectfully: "I'm looking for it, and now I can confirm that the young lady raised the young master, and he didn't die like the previous rumors said."

The old lady's eyelids were drooping, but her voice was old but powerful: "When will I find it?"

"Within this week."

The old lady hummed lightly: "Then I'll wait for the news."

After saying this, her breath was unstable, and she started to cough again. This cough was more severe than the previous coughs, and she even bent her waist.

The maid hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe it for her.

"I don't have much time left for this old bone," the old lady closed her eyes, "I'm sorry for my daughter, I can't let my little grandson down any longer."

Looking at the photo in her hand, countless thoughts surged up, only turning into a choked sob in her throat.

"Before she died, I didn't even get to see her."

The photo in her hand now is just her passport photo when she first entered college.

The girl in the photo is slim and tall, her watery blue eyes are extremely clear, she smiles happily, her white teeth are white, her soft long hair hangs over her shoulders, she is young and beautiful.

The maid gently persuaded: "It's not your fault, you didn't even know Miss died."

The old lady was emotionally unstable. She was a little worried and didn't know how to comfort her.

Lin Chenggu walked in and shouted: "Grandma! Look what I brought you."

Holding a chick in his hand, he walked up to the old lady as if offering a treasure, and held it up to the old lady: "I've been looking for it for a long time!"

This child was born with a lack of strings, and he didn't know how to judge the situation and face, so he didn't notice the abnormal atmosphere in the room.

The old lady restrained her emotions immediately, and after calming down, she looked at the chicken in Lin Chenggu's hand.

It's an electric chicken, it glows orange and can dissipate heat evenly, it's actually a hand warmer.

Lin Chenggu blew on it lightly, and the chick opened its mouth and cried, "Grandma lives a long life! I wish grandma good health and happiness like the East China Sea!"

He speaks softly, and even clucks after he finishes crowing.

The mood that was still depressed just now couldn't be depressed now.

The old lady didn't hold back, the corners of her lips curled briefly, and she took the chick: "You just know how to play."

"Who said, I know a lot of things." Lin Chenggu didn't dare to get close to the old lady and act like a baby, so he had to squat in front of her, "Grandma, are you going to soak in the hot spring in two days? I want to go too. "

The old lady glanced at him: "Is this your real purpose?"

Her grandson is idle all day long. Apart from playing games and reading novels, he likes to visit mountains and rivers and make friends with friends.

I can't see him anywhere when I'm doing business, and he will pop out the first time I go out to play. Sometimes I really don't know whether to teach me a lesson or to condone.

"No way," Lin Chenggu blinked, "I'm afraid that grandma will go out to soak in the hot spring alone, so I don't feel at ease."

The old lady smiled, helplessly: "Since you want to go, just follow."

Lin Chenggu smiled immediately: "Thank you grandma!"

"Where are you going?" Song Zhixia tilted his head, "Why do you want to soak in a hot spring?"

"We said it was to get rid of moisture, and it happened that we were also going to shoot on that mountain for half a month, so it was a bonus for shooting." Chen Ye explained.

Of course, he didn't say anything else.

Since the filming started, Song Zhixia and Chu Rou had accidents one after another. Qin Chengyue once suspected that their posture of worshiping Buddha was not pious enough. These days, he went to ask for a lottery.

It just so happened that they were going to go to Nanshan, and Nanshan is most famous for its hot springs, so Qin Chengyue decided to book a hot spring hotel.

Song Zhixia groaned, and he fiddled with the gardenias in the vase.

Chen Ye lowered his head to deal with work on his mobile phone, his brows were tightly furrowed.

I don't know what's going on recently. It stands to reason that Song Zhixia has been handpicked as the male lead of Director Qin, and there will be more business inquiries from Party A, but there is no movement from the consulting department, which is very abnormal.

In addition, some basic tasks also frequently made mistakes, and the staff did not cooperate.

What made Chen Ye feel most uncomfortable was that after the schedule of "Strange Night", the company should start to reserve S-level resources for Song Zhixia. directly to others.

If things are abnormal, there must be demons, Chen Ye thought absently, it's time for him to return to City A.

From the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of Song Zhixia watering the flowers, and there was a fresh and light fragrance in the air. Chen Ye didn't notice it at first, and only noticed after a second glance: "Huh? Do gardenias bloom in winter?"

"It was delivered by the hotel." Song Zhixia said.

Every other day, a bouquet of gardenias will appear at the door of the room, still covered with dew and full of fragrance.

This flower is very suitable for Song Zhixia's heart. Every morning when he receives flowers, he will be in a good mood for the day.

Chen Ye asked suspiciously: "Zhixia, the hotel doesn't provide the service of sending flowers, did someone else send them?"

Song Zhixia paused with his fingers caressing the petals, and the first thought of Chu Jing lingering in his mind, but he was quickly denied.

Chu Jing is not this kind of person, it is impossible for him to send flowers.

After thinking about it, Song Zhixia took out her mobile phone and sent Yan Yu a message to ask.

At that time, Yan Yu was attending a concert, and today was a certain uncle's birthday, and he came to give a gift.

When he received the news, he raised his glass to socialize with others, turned his eyes inadvertently, and accidentally caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

The suit is crisp, and the aura is cold and hard. The man is surrounded by several top investment leaders, and they chat and laugh together.

Looking at the gardenia that sent the inquiry, Yan Yu frowned slightly, then looked into the man's eyes, as if he thought it was very interesting, he couldn't help chuckling.

Then he put down his wine glass and typed his reply seriously.

Song Zhixia's phone vibrated, and he opened the message to check.

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The author has something to say: No one really thinks that Chu Jing will send flowers, right?

Chu Zha only gives money (no

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