The bird raised by the boss has lost his memory

When Chu Jing, the president of the Chu Group, confessed his love to Song Zhixia with a big truck-flavored shrimp, Wang Chunlan fell into hell and couldn't sit still.

She tried her best to comfort herself not to panic, the Chu family belonged to the Chu family, not Chu Jing alone, and Chu Rou was also from the Chu family, so she would definitely speak up for her, and might be able to suppress the matter.

But what I didn't expect was that the second news soon broke out, Song Zhixia was the young master Qingsong had found.

When she saw this message, the phone fell from her hand and hit the ground with a bang.

Correspondingly, Mr. Yu's warning "You have provoked someone you shouldn't have" sounded in her mind. Wang Chunlan's face was pale, she looked towards the door, her eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the door frame, and she looked outside, the empty and white corridor, at this moment Already covered with long guns and short cannons, ready to bombard her with questions.

Wang Chunlan couldn't help but flinched, and immediately called her manager to tell her she was going to be discharged from the hospital, and then called Chu Rou.

During this time, whenever she called, Chu Rou answered immediately, but now for some reason, she made several calls but couldn't get through.

It was as if the last straw had been torn off, and the last trace of blood on Wang Chunlan's lips was gone.

Although Liu Wan agreed, but she was abroad, and she had to wait until the day after tomorrow to arrive in City C after taking the earliest flight back home. The director team decided to take these two days off for everyone to have fun.

It was night, and Song Zhixia was lying on the bed. He swiped his phone and flipped through several scripts sent by Chen Ye. Each script was different, and the background and theme of the times were completely different from the scripts he had received before.

The gap between changing companies is reflected at this moment.

While turning over and taking notes, before he knew it, Song Zhixia lay on the bed and yawned sleepily, his head lowered lower and lower, and his hair touched the phone screen.

At this time, there was a sudden squeaking sound from the next door, as if something had been knocked down.

Song Zhixia woke up suddenly, and he blinked hard.

The sound next door didn't stop, it stopped, it stopped.

Originally, Wang Chunlan lived next door to him, but now that she's gone, Chu Jing stayed here temporarily. What happened?

Song Zhixia walked to the door next door, raised his hand and knocked twice, but no one responded to him.

He waited outside the door, knocked twice, but there was still no response, so he was basically sure that there was no one there.

Song Zhixia hesitated between the two options of calling and asking and forgetting. When he raised his eyes, he saw Chu Jing coming up the stairs. The wooden stairs would make a creaking sound every two steps, and the sound was always accompanied by the sound. Followed him to walk in front of Song Zhixia.

Two wind lanterns hung in the corridor, clusters of dots of light scattered and danced in all directions, and the cicadas chirped loudly, making the long night seem extraordinarily quiet.

Chu Jing held two rectangular paper boxes and looked at Song Zhixia: "Are you looking for me?"

He could barely speak now, but his voice was much hoarse and softer than usual.

Song Zhixia whispered softly: "I heard that there has been movement on your side, so I came here to ask."

Chu Jing shook the things he just bought, expressionless: "There are too many mosquitoes here."

"It's useless for you to buy mosquito coils." Song Zhixia looked at him and shook his head, then turned around and went to the room to get a herb bag and handed it to him, "Everyone here uses this."

The ancient town is remote, not far away are endless mountains, and the mosquitoes are highly poisonous. When they came yesterday, the director gave each of them several herbal bags with crushed wormwood on the surface. Hanging this on the head of the bed can drive away mosquito.

Chu Jing took the herb bag: "No wonder."

When he went to buy mosquito coils, the store took a long time to get this out from the warehouse.

After handing over the herb package, Song Zhixia planned to go back to the room, but before he took two steps, someone behind him suddenly said, "The stars are very beautiful tonight, do you want to look outside for a while before going in?"

Song Zhixia looked back at him for a while, and Chu Jing pointed to the top of his head: "I found a good place."

It is indeed still early, and I can only read the script, sleep and play games when I go back.

Song Zhixia agreed without hesitation.

This wooden building has only three floors, and there is an attic at the top. The two climbed up the ladder to the top, opened the window of the attic, and the vast starry sky unfolded above their heads. The dark blue dome seemed to be within reach, and the distant mountains stretched. For the dormant giant.

The stars are twinkling, and the night wind is gentle.

Song Zhixia sat on the eaves, slowly relaxing.

"Yu Qingbai studied astrology a long time ago, and he asked me to join him. I refused, thinking that learning this is quite boring." Chu Jing said suddenly.

The whole world seemed to be silent, the world was so big, only the two little people of them monopolized this small world.

This kind of atmosphere is perfect for chatting, Song Zhixia answered, "Yu Qingbai, is that your friend who came to see you that morning? Did he study astrology because he likes it?"

Chu Jing looked up at the night sky slightly: "No. He learned this and said that he can tell fortunes with girls, and nonsense that he and the other party are destined."

But in Chu Jing's eyes, these are just ordinary stars. He has too many things to do, and he has to fight with the Chu family, so he doesn't have the heart to look up.

Song Zhixia considered his words: "He is very studious."

The dark starry sky was reflected in the man's eyes, and he said lightly, "I regret that I didn't listen to his nonsense back then."

If he knew a little about astrology, he could at least talk to Song Zhixia more, and the two of them could stay longer.

The voice was very soft, and his voice was still hoarse, lower and inaudible.

Song Zhixia vaguely heard him speak, but couldn't hear what he said clearly, so he turned his head.

"It's nothing." Chu Jing smiled at him, "I'm very happy today."

He has a cold and sharp aura, and he doesn't smile very often. His face is serious and serious, and his handsome and charming smile makes people's hearts flutter.

Song Zhixia sat back a little, and inadvertently wiped the warmth with his fingers propped on the eaves.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the hand he had touched holding him back for a few seconds, then moved away as if nothing had happened.

It's like a young girl who secretly had a crush on a male god when she was a student.

Song Zhixia: ...

He was thinking about something weird.

It was a quiet and beautiful night. After watching the stars, the two of them came down from the attic and felt cool. After returning to the room, Chu Jing hung the herb bag Song Zhixia gave him beside the bed. Sure enough, there was no more sound of insects and flies. It was a good night’s dream. .

Song Zhixia washed up after returning to his room, and when he was about to take a rest, an unknown call came to his cell phone.

He picked up, and the other end of the phone didn't speak at first, only a slight breathing sound.

Song Zhixia felt strange: "Hello?"

"If you want to know the cause of Lin Yi's death," said a cold female voice on the other end of the phone, "Come and see me at six o'clock tomorrow morning. I won't wait if you're late."

The voice was mechanical and indifferent, without any emotion, and he hung up the phone directly after he finished speaking.

Immediately, an address was sent to Song Zhixia's phone.

He still maintained the posture of holding the phone, his expression froze for a moment, the vague doubts buried in his heart, as well as the clues of the investigation during this period, all exploded in the female voice.

——Chu Rou, he didn't look for her, but she came to the door by herself.

Song Zhixia couldn't sleep at all this time, so he simply dug out the suitcase again. In addition to his clothes and daily necessities for this recording, he also brought Lin Yi's handwritten letter and her photo.

After amnesia, every time I suddenly heard her name or news, my chest always felt very dull.

Subconsciously, he always feels that there is something unfinished. After seeing all the things related to Lin Yi that have been treasured up in City A's house, he can basically be sure that that matter is related to Lin Yi.

It is also related to Lin Yi's friend Chu Rou.

I have checked bits and pieces of things related to more than 20 years ago and now they are connected.

Lin Yi and Chu Rou have a very good relationship, so good that the extremely talented and talented girl spared a lot of resources to invite her out, and was willing to be Chu Rou's dancer, but unfortunately she was exposed to scandals soon after, so she quit the circle.

Then she could have won the Lotus Award, but the final champion was Lin Yi.

The biggest doubt is that Lin Yi has retired for more than [-] years and only relies on flower shops to make ends meet. At this time, she lives peacefully, is self-sufficient, and has no enemies. Why did she choose to commit suicide at home?

Song Zhixia had a severe headache. He felt that he knew the answers to these mysteries, but because of amnesia, the key clues were completely lost.

For the first time he hated himself so much for not remembering anything.

Song Zhixia has to go tomorrow, he and Chu Rou will have such a day, he has to figure out everything.

It's 10:[-] now, and there are five hours, four and [-] minutes left before six o'clock.