The bird raised by the boss has lost his memory

Song Zhixia retreated again. He was silent for a while, then went back to call the front desk, but no one answered.

He had no choice but to open the takeaway software and order takeaway. The hot spring hotel was halfway up the mountain. After looking at a few, he found that all of them were beyond the delivery range.

If you don't eat, your body will be very uncomfortable.

If you want to eat, you have to go through the corridor outside that blooms like flowers from the other side of the underworld.

Song Zhixia bit the bullet and thought about it, the body is more important than life.

After waiting for a few minutes, Song Zhixia still couldn't bear the discomfort after all, took a deep breath, opened the door and walked out.

There are red roses all over the place, and some petals are scattered, like a beautiful carpet.

Song Zhixia passed quickly, pressed the elevator, and he was relieved until he entered the elevator.

There were not many people in the cafeteria at this point, so Song Zhixia took some light dishes to find a place to sit down.

The restaurant is not big, because the number of diners is small, only part of the lights are turned on, and most of the seats are hidden in the shadows.

Song Zhixia was holding a plate in his hand, passing by a few unlit tables, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Dao.

The man was sitting near the bar, with a glass of colorful wine in his hand, and his back was smooth and clear.

Just from a silhouette, Song Zhixia recognized who the other party was. He paused, just about to turn around and go to another area.

The man just noticed him at this moment, and he couldn't help but say, "Song Zhixia."

Song Zhixia couldn't think of any other words other than the lingering soul, so he didn't answer, as if he didn't hear him at all, and continued walking forward.

There were footsteps behind him, and Chu Jing wanted to stretch out his hand to pull him, but before his fingers touched his wrist, he seemed to have thought of something, and retracted.

He glanced down at the food in Song Zhixia's hand, took away the warm eggnog, and replaced it with a cup of hot water: "You have a bad stomach, so eat less cold food."

Song Zhixia had a bad stomach for two things. The first time was when Chu Jing wanted to drink hand-ground coffee and Song Zhixia was refilling the medicine. The second time was because of stomach problems and was hospitalized.

Chu Jing didn't pay attention to these two times, and during this period of introspection and self-repentance, every bit of the relationship between the two resurfaced before his eyes.

He remembered everything about Song Zhixia very well.

Song Zhixia was indifferent: "Why are you here?"

When facing him, Chu Jing was at a loss for the first time, and he was silent: "...Come here on a business trip."

There is no business that needs to be handled on the mountainside. There are neither cooperative projects nor investors here. Except for hot springs, there are barren mountains and wild mountains.

The excuses are barely visible to the naked eye.

Song Zhixia didn't bother to expose him, so he uttered an oh, bypassed Chu Jing, found a place at random and put the dinner plate on the table.

Chu Jing walked to the table and said softly, "Can I sit in front of you? I need to talk to you about something."

After amnesia, Song Zhixia's hobbies are very simple, playing games and eating, these two things make him very happy.

Right now, he was in a bad mood because he didn't eat enough. After seeing Chu Jing, his bad mood fell to the bottom.

Even the things I like become tasteless.

Song Zhixia poked the rice in the bowl with a spoon. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the hot water next to the rice. He reached out to touch the cup, and suddenly said, "The temperature of this water is too high."

He paused when he wanted to say something, Chu Jing glanced at the glass of water, he reached out to pick it up, and went to the bar to change another glass.

The bartender was wiping the glasses when he caught sight of Chu Jing coming over to change the water. He frowned, looked in Song Zhixia's direction, and held back: "Your friend is living a pretty good life... keeping in good health."

Chu Jing hummed without responding. After changing the water, he turned back to the table and put the water down.

Song Zhixia ate the rice without reaching out to touch it, and raised his eyelids slightly: "The temperature is low."

He made it clear that he was deliberately finding fault, but Chu Jing was surprisingly patient. He didn't say a word, just looked at the glass of water for a while, and changed it again.

In the past, only others served tea and water to Chu Jing, and it was never Chu Jing's turn to pour tea for others.

But he was afraid of being rejected by Song Zhixia, and Chu Jing also knew that he was a negative image to Song Zhixia, so he was willing to do anything for him, even if it was such a trivial matter.

Seeing Chu Jing turn back again, the bartender asked in surprise, "It's just a glass of water, so what?"

Isn't it too complicated to switch back and forth like this?

After Chu Jing finished pouring the water for the third time, he asked for a thermometer by the way: "As long as he wants to drink."

When he turned to leave the bar, the bartender shrugged, not quite understanding what young people were doing these days.

When he put the poured water in front of Song Zhixia again, Chu Jing said lightly, "The most suitable water temperature for human drinking is about 41 degrees. I just measured it, and the temperature of this glass of water is [-] degrees."

Song Zhixia put down the spoon and just looked at him from bottom to top, his light blue eyes were like a tranquil lake: "Ah."

The young man pulled the corner of his lower lip: "I suddenly want to drink hot water."

Chu Jing looked at him.

The glass of water was placed within reach of Song Zhixia's hand, but he didn't even have the slightest intention to touch it.

After a long time, just when Song Zhixia thought he would get angry, the man took the water glass away again without saying a word.

On the way to the bar, Chu Jing held the glass of water, and suddenly remembered an event that happened a long time ago. At that time, Song Zhixia had just won the newcomer award, and he went back to discuss work with Yu Qingbai.

Song Zhixia was not feeling well and was looking for medicine, and he asked Song Zhixia to make hand-ground coffee.

Every coffee bean needs to be ground by hand. How did Song Zhixia finish it?

Chu Jing didn't think about this question, and he didn't even remember whether he drank that cup of coffee in the end.

He has always been like this, getting things too easily, and having too many things so he doesn't know how to cherish them.

Then the present report came, and he also tasted what it was like to be made things difficult in every possible way, and to be picky about the temperature of the water when drinking a glass of water.

If there is a time-traveling medicine in this world, he will wear it back at all costs, and start all over again when the two first met three years ago.

If he could be a man earlier and treat Song Zhixia a little bit more carefully instead of just treating him as a tool, he would not be what he is today.

If he knows how to be considerate and empathetic, instead of treating personal emotions as the most worthless thing, then he and Song Zhixia should have a good life.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs in this world.

Every step Chu Jing took, it was as if he was stepping on fragments of past memories, and his whole body was cut with blood dripping from the fragments, making it difficult to restrain himself.

When he walked to the bar again, the bartender looked at the water he returned for the fourth time, and the question marks on his head almost overflowed: "You don't want to drink this?"

Chu Jing was quiet, and changed the glass of water again, and poured hot water according to Song Zhixia's request.

When it was put back on the table, Chu Jing said in a low voice, "Be careful that it's hot, drink it later."

When these words came out, even he himself was taken aback for a while.

Chu Jing is not a person who can say such things, but now he is very eager for every opportunity to get in touch with Song Zhixia, and carefully wants Song Zhixia to change his impression of himself a little.

At the very least, Song Zhixia wouldn't say disgusting whenever he got close to him.

These two words made Chu Jing feel very uncomfortable.

It's not that he didn't realize how humble he is now, but how humble he is now, Song Zhixia before will only be more prosperous than him.

Just a glass of water is not enough.

Just after he finished saying that, Song Zhixia accidentally touched it, and the glass of water fell to the ground with a sound, and it fell to pieces, pouring hot water on the ground.

Chu Jing paused and clenched his fingers tightly.

"Sorry, I was not careful." Song Zhixia put the chopsticks on the table, "I'm full from this meal."

Chu Jing's voice was slightly sour: "I still have something to tell you, you have to pay attention..."

Song Zhixia interrupted him before he finished speaking: "You still don't understand?"

Chu Jing stopped suddenly, and the rest of the words were stuck in his throat, whether it was swallowed or spit out.

Song Zhixia thought it was funny: "You don't really think that if you pour me a glass of water, I'm willing to talk to you, do you?"

This meeting was several days away from the last meeting, and I had to admit that every time I met, Chu Jing was changing.

From being defiant at the beginning, taking Song Zhixia as his own, to having faint remorse later, to trying to restrain himself, and finally to sinking into the dust now.

But what does this have to do with Song Zhixia?

In the past, Song Zhixia liked to pick up trash and was very patient, but now Song Zhixia is not, he can't rub the sand in his eyes, he is very rigid.

Chu Jing rolled his Adam's apple lightly, took two breaths, and looked down at the debris on the ground.

He really wanted to pour this glass of water for Song Zhixia to drink. He had a bad stomach and had been admitted to the hospital twice because of Chu Jing, and he didn't want him to be admitted a third time.

Once selfishness is attached to this glass of water, it is no longer an ordinary glass of water.

Song Zhixia clasped his hands and said calmly: "Chu Jing, I never thought about drinking water from the beginning. What I hate is plain water itself. No matter how many degrees you change the water, I will not drink it. Just like you , it’s all the same here.”

Chu Jing's breathing became heavier.

But this was just a pour, and he felt this suffocation. In the past three years, how much had he unintentionally made things difficult for Song Zhixia?

He used to be an asshole.

"If you don't want to talk to me," Chu Jing took out a pen and paper from his pocket, wrote down a few words, and then gently handed the paper to Song Zhixia, "Then read this."

When the paper was handed over, it was stained with the light pine fragrance of the man and mixed with the smell of tobacco, which made Song Zhixia feel vaguely familiar.

He stretched out his hand in the air, but Song Zhixia didn't answer it, and Chu Jing put the note on the edge of the table.

"I'm bothering you to eat." Chu Jing turned around and left, unexpectedly not being too entangled.

Song Zhixia looked at the piece of paper on the edge of the table, casually put the note away and put it in his pocket, almost full, he cleared the table and left.

He took out two pieces of paper and bent down to pick up the glass shards on the floor.

As soon as his fingers touched the fragments, a shadow suddenly fell in front of him.

Song Zhixia raised his eyes, and the man who had been going back and forth slowly squatted down, pulled his fingers away, and picked up the pieces by himself.

"Although it may be late, and you don't remember anything," Chu Jing twitched his lips, his voice low.

"Zhixia, I'm sorry."

A few words brushed Song Zhixia's ears with enthusiasm.

Song Zhixia remained calm.

If sorry worked, a lot of things in the world would be as ridiculous as a joke.

From 23 to [-], he wasted three years of youth on this person, and a light sorry was extremely pale in this heavy time.

After that, Song Zhixia didn't bother with him anymore, since Chu Jing wanted to clean up, let him clean up.

After eating, Song Zhixia put on a mask and went out to get some air.

Although the hot spring hotel is remote, it is also clean. The advantage is that you don't have to worry about the media paparazzi.

Going around from the hotel entrance is a potted plant maze, and there is a big and flashing fountain in the center of the maze.

Anyway, it's digestion, Song Zhixia walked towards the fountain, and returned Chen Ye's news on the way.

Yan Yu called at this time, just after connecting, there was a silence over there, and asked gently: "Xia Xia, where are you now?"

Song Zhixia looked around, it was pitch black, and the green potted plants were strung with lights, like emerald green fluorescent lights.

He said casually, "Walk outside the hotel."

"I saw a lot of flowers outside your room." Yan Yu was standing in the corridor at the moment, he was shocked by this sea of ​​red flowers, "What's going on?"

When I met Chu Jing while going downstairs for dinner, Song Zhixia also forgot about it: "I don't really know."

Yan Yu mentioned it in front of Chu Jing before, but Chu Jing didn't refute it, he thought it was him who sent it.

The two had been together for three years, and it was normal for Chu Jing to know that Song Zhixia liked gardenias.

But the roses in the corridor... Yan Yu suddenly doubted whether the person who gave the flowers was Chu Jing.

This taste, shouldn't it?

Yan Yu didn't worry too much about Hua's affairs: "If you have more time when you come back from your walk, can we play tomorrow's scene?"

It was very quiet in the potted plant labyrinth, and you could hear an echo when talking on the phone. Song Zhixia planned to walk to the fountain and then turned back. Seeing the fountain was close in front of him, he answered.

After walking through the last green fork, there is a fountain.

The night is bright and clear, the full moon hangs high, and the water column in the silver fountain diverts, falling from the height like a small waterfall.

There are still many coins in the fountain, and it seems that many people have made wishes here.

Song Zhixia felt a coin in his pocket and was about to take it out when he heard someone talking.

The voice was not loud, talking to himself, and it was very light in the night.

At this moment, Song Zhixia's mind flashed countless small ghost theaters, and he was about to turn around and leave until he saw the person who spoke.

Lin Chenggu was sitting by the fountain, leaning on the stone sculpture, looking up at the sky.

He is very conflicted at the moment. On the one hand, he and the old lady came here to have fun. On the other hand, he heard some rumors that the old lady's trip was to relax and pray to Buddha, but in fact she was looking for her missing grandson.

If he hadn't heard the second message, he wouldn't have tried everything possible to follow.

The old lady is sick now, and she doesn't know how long she can live. It is a pity that she wants to find her grandson before she dies. Is this too much?Not at all excessive.

But the old lady already favored her daughter, and she had been thinking about it when she was abroad, but now this feeling is deeply rooted in her grandson, if she can really get it back, what's the deal?

Lin Chenggu felt that his status was not guaranteed, and he sighed heavily. If only there was a way to get the best of both worlds, which would reassure the old lady while not threatening his status.

Does such a method exist?There is no such thing as a perfect law in the world, Lin Chenggu is probably thinking of farting.

He sighed again, just as the idea died down, an extremely weak but spark-filled inspiration suddenly popped out from the gaps in the depths of his mind where he had read countless articles.

Wait, it's not entirely impossible!

He wanted to keep his status and fulfill the old lady's wish, so why didn't he just hire a grandson as a substitute?

The old lady is old now, and her sensitivity is far less than before. She hasn't seen her daughter for decades, let alone her grandson who has never met.

As long as a young man with blue eyes and a profile similar to her came to her, made up a few lies about her mother's early death, and then forged a paternity test, wouldn't that be enough to fool her?

As soon as this idea came up, Lin Chenggu's eyes lit up, and he felt that he was really invincible and smart.

Such a brilliant idea, if he hadn't read too much double literature, how could he have thought of it? !

Well, very good, if you do this, you can have the best of both worlds.

The problem now is how to find blue-eyed, handsome young men!

Lin Chenggu was very excited, he felt that billions of dollars of wealth was close at hand, he jumped off the statue and wanted to go back to conspire with his assistant, when he suddenly realized that there were people around.

He was startled until he met the young man's eyes.

One second, two seconds.

The night is flowing, the water is splashing, and the surroundings are quiet.

Song Zhixia was a little hesitant. After confirming that the speaker was a person, the ghost theater in his mind finally stopped.

In the blurry night, he felt that the figure of that person seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't tell for a while.

When he was hesitating whether to go up to ask if the other person was okay, he saw that person's eyes were like a small flame burning, looking at him brightly.

Song Zhixia blinked her blue eyes lightly, and took a half step back cautiously.

The next moment, the man rushed over in high spirits, and said sincerely: "My friend, forgive me, are you short of money recently?"

Song Zhixia, who has been devoting herself to earning money and paying compensation and returning home to farm:? ? ?

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-07-2323:28:36~2021-07-2523:51:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 sheep;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: 3 sheep and sheep; 2 Dongfeng Yefang;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 70 bottles of cat willow; 4889716810 bottles for a passerby;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!