time for sysyphus

In the year Lin Si left, winter came very early.

It was very cold, and the snow was so heavy that even in the daytime it was difficult to see the sunlight breaking through the clouds.

"What's the date today?"

"President Ji, today is December [-]rd."

Wei Ping was still the conscientious assistant. At this time, he was standing beside Ji Zhongnian's bed, talking with him calmly, telling him today's date.

However, Ji Zhongnian, who was leaning on the bed, looked even more expressionless than him, his eyes were light and empty, like a pond without wind blowing.

"Is there anything important for the company?" Ji Zhongnian paused, and then asked, "Where is Ji Xiao, has there been any recent action?"

"There is nothing particularly important in the company," Wei Ping replied, "There will be a board meeting next week, and I have already told you that I will not be going. I will report the minutes of the meeting to you in time. As for Young Master Ji... He is in prison and the death sentence will be executed at the end of the month."

When speaking of the second half of the sentence, a wave finally appeared on Wei Ping's immovable face, but it was only fleeting.

"Prison? Death penalty?" Ji Zhongnian turned his head sideways, his pupils constricted, and a look of surprise covered his calm face.

It was really hard for him to believe what he heard, and he looked at Wei Ping in a daze: "Why?"

Wei Ping said: "Because he killed someone."

"Who did you kill?" Ji Zhongnian asked again.

"Kill... Lin Si."

"Who is Lins?"

The white snow outside was heavy again, and the howling cold wind kept beating the windows.

In the next ten minutes or so, Wei Ping told Ji Zhongnian for the seventh time what happened in the past six months.

Ji Zhongnian listened quietly, and none of the words he heard could arouse any emotion in him, like... a stranger who had nothing to do with him, listening to other people's stories.

His memory was blank.

And the man named Lin Si is the stranger who fills in this blank memory.

"Are you kidding me?" Ji Zhongnian frowned, doubting everything Wei Ping said, even though the person in front of him was his most trusted special assistant.

"No, Mr. Ji." Wei Ping shook his head with a sincere tone, "What I said is not half a lie."

"I'm with that, that..." Ji Zhongnian frowned, "What's that guy's name?"

"Lance," Wei Ping reminded him.

Ji Zhongnian said, "I had a relationship with that man named Lin Si?"

Wei Ping nodded.

I have to say that after listening to what Wei Ping said, Ji Zhongnian got goosebumps all over his body, and felt that the ten minutes or so of listening to the story was the most boring time in his life, how absurd.

"...Go on." Ji Zhongnian was still half-believing.

The light gold of the sun outside the window is reflected in his two pupils. If you look closely, you can find that these beautiful pupils sometimes tremble and shrink slightly due to Wei Ping's narration.

Probably because he was very surprised.

He was surprised that he fell in love with a man, and from Wei Ping's tone, he should love this man very much, otherwise how could he have been together for three years and did a lot of unimaginable things for this man.

For example, throwing a large amount of money into that dilapidated slum in the west city; helping and supporting the people there almost like doing public welfare; Ji Xiao used this man as a bargaining chip to blackmail him; he was also depressed because of this man's death... ..

All this is too ridiculous.

Ji Zhongnian does not believe that he is an emotional person at all, nor does he believe that his sexual orientation will go astray.

He said, "Ji Xiao actually used a man to threaten me. This method is low-level and stupid. Don't say that I don't like men at all. Even if I really have a lover, I would not do this for her, not at all." reason."

Ji Zhongnian couldn't imagine the logic and beginning and end of the story in Wei Ping's mouth, nor could he imagine why he was like this in the past. Is there really a person in the world that he likes so much?impossible.

"President Ji, Mr. Lin...he is not your lover, he is your lover." Wei Ping said.

"It's all the same," Ji Zhongnian said a little annoyed.

Wei Ping was already used to his stunned and impatient look after hearing about his love history, so he suddenly asked him, "Then Mr. Ji, do you remember how you lost your memory?"

Ji Zhongnian was taken aback.

How did you lose your memory?

Yes, why do I forget everything?

Ji Zhongnian thought about it, but he didn't think about it, and then he thought about it hard, and suddenly his head hurt like a bomb exploded!

"Ah—" He had to cover his head in pain, and let out a muffled moan.

Wei Ping hurried to find a doctor, and after a while, he arrived in time with a psychiatrist specially for Ji Zhongnian, and gave Ji Zhongnian a sedative.

"Mr. Ji, calm down," the doctor said, "You need to rest."

The effect of the medicine gradually took effect, Ji Zhongnian's body felt drowsy and weak, his eyelids were like heavy iron hanging down, and they were about to close impatiently.

This room had already been converted into a special mental convalescence room. Wei Ping and the doctor helped him to lie on the bed, and soon he fell asleep.

This time, Ji Zhongnian slept for about three or four hours.

He had a dream, the content of the dream can't be remembered clearly, because it was very hazy, and it didn't seem to be a good dream.

When he woke up, Ji Zhongnian's head was groggy, his ability to think and recall things was weak, and his temples would suddenly hurt.

Looking sideways, he found a doctor in a white coat standing beside him, recording some things in a notebook with a pen.

"Mr. Ji, are you awake?" the psychiatrist asked him.

"Ah."

Ji Zhongnian fixed the focal length of his eyes, sat up with his hands propped up, his body was still a little tired, and every movement seemed to require a lot of strength.

The doctor did a simple examination for him, and the basic indicators were fine, and asked, "Mr. Ji, how do you feel?"

"I don't feel anything," Ji Zhongnian said calmly, "but I can't think of anything."

"You mean you can't remember anything?"

"probably."

The doctor didn't react too much to Ji Zhongnian's words, because this was a symptom that Ji Zhongnian had already shown, and the doctor just asked a few questions as usual.

As early as half a year ago, Ji Zhongnian was greatly stimulated by witnessing Lin Si being killed. He seems to have suffered from a stress disorder since sometime. week.

This illness is like a self-protection mechanism activated in his brain to help him get rid of those overly painful memories, so that he will not think about the moment of Lin Si's death over and over again every day when he is awake or unconscious. Repeatedly repeating this cruel picture.

But this also comes at a price. The brain does not distinguish between different types of memory. When Ji Zhongnian intermittently lost his memory, he actually erased all the happy and warm parts of the past, and these parts were almost brought to him by Lin Si. his.

Gradually, Lin Si and all the memories brought by this person, good and bad, have faded from Ji Zhongnian's mind.

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