The bird raised by the boss has lost his memory

Song Zhixia was in a coma in the hospital for a day and a night. During this time, the police conducted evidence collection, visited, and conducted a detailed investigation of Song Zhixia's and Chu's homes.

The old case more than 20 years ago was uprooted, and the old and dark old things were brought under the sun again.

Things on the Internet can be easily erased, suppressed, and data tampered with, but human memory cannot.

Anyone who has watched Lin Yi dance is deeply impressed by her. She is incomparable. She was the most popular female star in that era. Many people were puzzled when she suddenly retired when she was so beautiful.

The bloody facts were uncovered. It turned out that she had suffered so much. The betrayal and schemes of her friends made her lose everything she cared about, her reputation, her legs, and even her complete family. Except for her girlhood, her life was extremely miserable.

But Chu Rou, who has done these heinous things, can enjoy the best conditions and resources, and has been praised all the time.

For a while, countless people on the Internet petitioned to visit Lin Yi's grave. Most of these people were middle-aged and elderly people, fans who once loved Lin Yi sincerely.

And the news soon spread to the old lady and Lin Chenggu's ears. Hearing the bad news, the old lady was so sad that she almost fainted from crying holding Lin Yi's photo. She wanted to fly to City B to see Song Zhixia immediately.

And Lin Chenggu?Lin Chenggu looked at the woman who looked exactly like his aunt, and her experience, and he was already stupid.

He remembered that he obviously found a substitute?How did you find the righteous master? ?And he has been confiding in him for so long? ?

outrageous.

In the past two days, Chu Jing pushed off all the social engagements and devoted himself to taking care of Song Zhixia in the hospital.

The next morning, Song Zhixia woke up leisurely. When he opened his eyes, he saw a uniformed policeman beside the bed, and Chu Jing was sitting on the other side of the bed.

He had a delicate expression, and was about to sit up straight when Chu Jing saw him wake up, he was relieved, and put a pillow on his back for him.

The policeman spread out his notebook and smiled at him relaxedly: "Hello, Mr. Song, we have a few questions we need to ask. How is your condition now? Do you feel all right?"

Song Zhixia unconsciously supported his head with his fingers, his lips were still pale, and he said flatly, "You ask."

……

The police did not make things difficult for him. The button recorder became the most direct evidence. The traces they detected and analyzed were basically consistent with the facts of the investigation. Based on the angle and force of the wound, and the state of blood spatter, conclusions could be drawn.

This matter was a conspiracy from beginning to end, Chu Rou wanted to use suicide to frame Song Zhixia.

After asking a few symbolic questions, they wished him a speedy recovery and left.

The case involved public figures in the entertainment industry, and the incident became a bit big, and the public opinion was boiling. They had to issue a notice to explain the situation.

After the police left, Song Zhixia closed his eyes again. He lay on the snow-white and soft pillow with some bruises on the back of his hands, which were marks of accidental scratches when he fell.

He heard rustling footsteps, and after closing the door, the footsteps came to his bed.

"Zhixia, what do you want to eat?" Chu Jing asked.

Song Zhixia's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her body turned inward.

But Chu Jing didn't seem to have received his signal of refusal to communicate. He frowned slightly, bent over to support the bed, and touched Song Zhixia's forehead with one hand: "Is there anything else that feels uncomfortable?"

You can clearly smell the warm pine fragrance and the warm palms on your forehead.

Now it was impossible to pretend to be asleep, Song Zhixia opened his eyes again, only to realize that the two of them were so close that they could see the eyelashes clearly.

His perception of Chu Jing now is very complicated, and he remembered everything.

From why he chose to agree to Chu Jing four years ago, to the changes in Chu Jing in the past year, like fragments lost in a kaleidoscope, restored again.

Chu Jing's changes made him startled and unfamiliar, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was completely reborn.

"I'm fine." Song Zhixia paused, then sat up straight again, "Chu Jing, let's talk."

This matter will have to be resolved sooner or later, and if you can escape it for a while, you will not be able to escape it for the rest of your life.

The astonishing power of observation made Chu Jing keenly aware that some changes had taken place in Song Zhixia's body. He had a very bad guess in his heart, but he remained calm on the face: "Okay."

"I remember everything." Song Zhixia said calmly and directly, "First of all, thank you for helping me in the past six months. But it's not necessary. You should be very clear about the reason why I chose to be with you by now."

Both he and Chu Rou are entertainers, and if such a big disturbance occurs, even the police will intervene, and all the facts will be revealed to the world.

Chu Jing would also know.

The guess came true, the man looked at him, his eyes darkened: "I don't mind."

The ward was quiet for a moment, Song Zhixia choked up, and chose to continue: "We have settled, you treat me as a lover, and I treat you as a tool for revenge. Now that Chu Rou is dead, we don't need to talk anymore." ..."

Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted forcefully by Chu Jing: "It's not fair."

Song Zhixia looked at him sideways, and Chu Jing's eyes were dark, as if he was trying his best to restrain himself.

"I've put in a lot of hard work in the past six months, and you said that you don't hate me." Chu Jing won a lifeline for himself in the shortest possible time, "We saw the stars together just two days ago, and now you have recovered your memory." , it will return to zero in half a year, and you won't even give me a chance?"

"You can take the exam again even if you fail the university. Now you just take away half of my exam papers. Song Zhixia, do you have the heart?"

Song Zhixia: ...

A vague image flashed in his mind, that was him lying in the pitch-black abyss, the smell of soil soaked in blood lingered around his mouth and nose, making it difficult to even breathe.

At that time, he thought that he was only one step away from death.

Suddenly someone jumped down from the bright place above his head, stretched out his hand and pulled him, his embrace was full of reassuring warmth.

The words that were about to be spoken were instantly like a fire being doused.

Facing one's own savior, it is really unreasonable to draw a clear line with the other party after waking up.

Song Zhixia felt a slight headache and took a light breath: "Then what do you think we should do?"

Chu Jing didn't even think about it: "Continue to let me chase you, this is my right."

Song Zhixia nodded: "Well, I'm pretty hard to chase."

"It's okay," Chu Jing said lightly, "I always only do challenging things."

Song Zhixia was speechless.

Song Zhixia's injuries were not serious, and he could be discharged after two or three days in the hospital.

He went to the cemetery first thing after leaving the hospital.

He visits the grave regularly every year, rain or shine.

The whole cemetery was very quiet, the breeze swept the fallen leaves, the sun pierced through the clouds, and the whole sky was as clear as a mirror.

Song Zhixia's leg was slightly broken, and he would feel tired after walking for a long time. He walked up the stairs step by step, and just in front of Lin Yi's tomb, he stopped, and then sat down in front of her tomb.

He held a bunch of pure white gardenias and placed them in front of her grave.

Lin Yi on the tombstone is gentle and generous, with a kind of soft and beautiful temperament accumulated over the years. She smiles at the camera, and her lively look overflows from the black and white photos.

"Mom, I'm here to see you." Song Zhixia leaned against the tombstone, just like he squatted in front of her wheelchair several times before.

The weather was really good, and he finally let go of the heavy hatred, and he felt a little more relaxed.

In the past three years, it is unrealistic to say that he will not be tired, but there is always a force that supports him to the last step.

Unexpectedly, he lost his memory halfway and even forgot to take revenge.

It's a blessing in disguise, but he knows it's not a blessing. If he hadn't lost his memory, he wasn't sure if he could let go of the burden and face a more authentic self.

"I'm doing well, and I hope you are doing just as well in heaven." Song Zhixia smiled slightly, "No one will dare to bully you anymore."

Chu Rou committed suicide, and Chu Qingrong, who heard the news, seemed to have aged several decades.

He may never know that among the evidence that Song Zhixia handed over to the police, apart from the diary written by Lin Yi before his death, the pen that Chu Huai gave him when he came to rub dumplings that day contained hidden information about how Lin Yi was planted and framed more than 20 years ago. data of.

The wall pushes everyone down, and many unrighteous actions will lead to their own death. The Chu family has long been disintegrated, but it is Song Zhixia who hastened the process.

The woman in the photo on the tombstone smiled at him, she was gentle and graceful, and she was always fixed in this scene.

Song Zhixia gently brushed the photo with her fingertips, and said softly, "Grandma didn't dare to come to see you, she asked me to say sorry to you. Mom, if..."

It would be nice if you were still here.

Song Zhixia stayed in the cemetery for a long time, and it was already evening when he left.

When he was about to go back home, he turned around and saw a figure standing at the bottom of the steps, dressed in a shirt and trousers, well-dressed, with no expression on his face as usual, and he didn't know how long he stood there.

Song Zhixia was not surprised: "When did you come?"

Chu Jing glanced past the tombstone beside him: "Just now."

Song Zhixia raised his feet and walked down. Just after taking a step, the man stepped forward with long legs and walked up to him in two or three steps: "The doctor said that even if he recovers, try not to move around during this period."

Song Zhixia frowned slightly: "I'm not that delicate, what's wrong with walking around?"

He walked around Chu Jing, in order to show that he was recovering well, and walked fast and steadily. However, when he went down a step, a small stone slipped under his feet, and his body leaned forward, and his arm was pulled back in time.

Then the whole person fell into an embrace full of pine scent.

"It's nothing," said a deep and pleasant voice above his head, "I'm just worried."

The warm breath brushed over the earlobe, like a fine electric current, Song Zhixia stood up straight, resisting the urge to rub the earlobe: "I haven't promised you yet, Mr. Chu, focus on yourself."

Don't deliberately hook him, the rank is too low.

Chu Jing raised his eyebrows, and glanced at the hand holding Song Zhixia's arm: "Is this called lack of self-respect?"

Song Zhixia ignored him and walked forward quickly.

Chu Jing chased after him, and laughed softly: "Mr. Song, do you need to upgrade your firewall?"

On the way back, Chu Jing drove, and Song Zhixia sat in the passenger seat.

Chu Jing turned the steering wheel and said, "Can you go somewhere with me?"

Song Zhixia looked up from the phone: "Where are you going?"

"Going to see a project, almost finished today."

Perhaps because he was in a good mood today, Song Zhixia didn't refuse: "Whatever."

The car stopped at the entrance of the shopping mall, and Chu Jing took Song Zhixia upstairs.

This is a newly opened shopping mall, and it hasn't officially opened yet. All the entrances and exits are locked with locks. Chu Jing swiped his card, and the door opened in front of them.

Taking the elevator to the third floor, before the elevator opened, Chu Jing reminded: "It might be dark later."

The elevator door opened, and in front of the two of them was a huge space of nearly [-] square meters. The lights were not turned on, and all the light was swallowed by darkness.

At first glance, it was a bit scary, Song Zhixia asked, "What kind of project is this?"

Chu Jing didn't answer, and handed him a pair of rimless glasses casually: "Try these on."

Song Zhixia took the glasses and just put them on, when Chu Jing casually clapped his hands twice.

As if by magic, a faint light lit up the dark space.

Putting on the glasses, Song Zhixia saw another scene.

There are people with holographic heights everywhere. He saw a young man wearing a white robe, raising his hand and wielding a sword.

And Chu Jing in the holographic projection reached out to him with a smile in his eyes.

Song Zhixia was slightly taken aback, it was his New Year's Day dance in college, and only a very faint and vague shadow remained in his memory.

He walked forward. In the dreary afternoon after the rain, the young man was squatting in front of Chu Jing's door. When he entered the door, he reached out to hold his wrist in a gentle and gentle manner, and said softly: "Mr. Chu, I don't know if what you said is still true count?"

Chu Jing said: "It counts, but I want to pursue you openly."

The holographic projection depicted all the details vividly. Song Zhixia suddenly had an illusion, as if traveling through time and space. He went back to four years ago and re-experienced the story from the beginning to the end.

With a completely different start, a completely different direction.

Going forward, on the sofa, a young man with red lips and white teeth sat quietly while reading a book, and glanced at the person on the sofa from time to time.

After the man woke up, Lazy asked him to sit in his arms, hugged him, put his head on his shoulder, and asked him what book he was reading.

The two spent a peaceful afternoon together.

In the kitchen, Song Zhixia taught Chu Jing how to cook: "You can't even learn how to cook so simple, Mr. Chu, if this continues, I will charge tuition."

Chu Jing, who was mixing flour, lowered his head calmly, kissed him, and coaxed him softly, "Teach me one more time, and I will definitely learn."

Song Zhixia smiled helplessly.

……

Stakes, scenes, similar scenes, the same people, so familiar, yet so strange.

Wearing holographic glasses, Song Zhixia walked all the way back, passing through their three long years, countless images of auspicious light flickered around him like feathers.

Wherever he passed, the soles of his feet bloomed in the shape of large gardenias.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Song Zhixia's eyes became inexplicably hot.

The [-]-square-meter holographic projection site was in the shape of a ring. He started from the elevator, circled around, and slowly returned to the elevator entrance.

In the last scene, under the cherry blossom tree, a woman in a wheelchair covered her legs with a blanket, knitting a sweater, and kept looking up.

There was an orange cat squatting at her feet, it was a stray cat picked up by Song Zhixia.

Song Zhi with a basketball in his hand ran in like a summer breeze, chattering with her about what happened at school.

Daju licked his paws, and circled around the two of them gracefully.

When the cherry blossoms fell, Lin Yi raised her hand to touch his hair, and brushed off the petals for him, with a warm and friendly smile: "We, Xia Xia, are growing very well."

"During this year, because I regretted too much, what I often think about is what it will be like between us if we can do it again." Another voice sounded, with some self-deprecating, "All fantasies related to you, I keep them all here, and this is the story I re-wrote for us."

That was probably the gentlest voice in Chu Jing's life, "Xia Xia, you have suffered a lot, and I sincerely hope that your days to come will be full of sugar."

Song Zhixia stopped by the cherry tree, Lin Yi was vivid and vivid in the holographic projection, as if she had never left, smiling at him all the time.

Listening to Chu Jing's voice, tears fell silently and wet his eyes.

Through the blurred vision, he saw Chu Jing standing at the end of all the holographic projections, tall and slender, with deep contours, and his cold and hard features softened under the soft light.

His eyes were focused and tender: "Xia Xia, stay with me, okay?"

Song Zhixia turned to the beginning and rubbed his eyes: "I said it's hard to chase..."

"Okay." Chu Jing took out a tissue, walked up to him, wiped his tears for him, and said patiently, "Then chase you forever."

——He wanted him to know that the Song Zhixia he loved deserved to be treated with all his heart.

The author has something to say: This is the end, thank you everyone

The next book is in advance, it is expected to open in September, if you are interested, you can collect it, love you

"Crossed Into A Villain's Little Wife":

Ye Luo transmigrated into the tyrannical Ba Zong novel, and became the villain's little wife.

The villain has no choice but to marry him, but he doesn't know it, he needs to be coaxed when eating, hugged when sleeping, and he needs a husband every bite.

——In the end, he was divorced and abandoned, with a miserable end.

After passing through the book, Ye Luo was told by the system that he had to maintain the character design, or he would be killed on the spot.

Leaf Fall:  …

In the study room, the man sitting behind the desk lowered his head to deal with his work, his aura was indifferent and powerful.

In order to complete the daily task of setting up people, Ye Luo closed her eyes and walked in, and gently pulled the other party's sleeve: "Does the document look better than mine?"

The man has a delicate expression.

Ye Luo sat on his lap and acted coquettishly: "You have ignored me for three hours, why not accompany me."

The system judged on the spot: the mission passed with full marks.

Ye Luo breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to get up from his lap when his wrist was suddenly pulled, those dark and deep eyes looked at him right and wrong, the man chuckled lightly.

"Then how do you want me to accompany you?"

Ye Luo was dumbfounded on the spot.

Everyone knows that the Ye family and the Xie family are a strong alliance, a commercial marriage.

Ye Luo and Xie Zhixing hated this marriage even more, and even agreed to leave after one year of the contract.

Suddenly one day, Ye Luo's brain was damaged, and the doctor judged that his cognitive system was disordered, and the real world and the novel world were confused.

In order to divorce on time, Xie Zhixing was forced to cooperate with Ye Luo in acting.

A year later, the plot point of the novel came to the point where the original owner was abandoned.

In order not to be abandoned, Ye Luo simply packed her luggage, left a divorce agreement, and left quickly.

The melon eaters who waited for the divorce of the two did not wait for the official announcement, but Mr. Xie went crazy and went to heaven and earth to find someone.