Morbid domestication

The author has something to say: Xiaoyi's current mentality is very entangled, repeatedly dragging, and can't help but want to explore the truth, but refuses to believe it after getting the result.

This is my No. 20 days living in this villa.

The days were no different, and I was back to the kind of life where the moments were scheduled.

Wake up at 8 o'clock to eat, send Feng Jue out, go to the gym at nine o'clock, read a bunch of obscure books under Zhang Bo's arrangement at ten o'clock, and go to the studio for an hour at eleven o'clock.

I always have to draw something during the hour in the studio, no matter how I draw, because Zhang Bo will check.

If I haven't drawn a picture all day, Feng Jue will ask me why I didn't draw a picture when I come back at night, and tell me to draw it by the way, because doing so will help me regain my memory as soon as possible.

Lunch is on time at 12 o'clock, and there will be an hour of nap time after that. Uncle Zhang will wake me up on time at two o'clock, and prepare a pile of books for me, until Ren Yan comes to teach me piano at three o'clock, and the studio after five o'clock, until 7 o'clock in the evening Click the seal to go home.

All day long my life has been tense, regular, like stagnant water.

However, the period from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] is my relatively relaxed time of the day. I like piano, and Ren Yan is also a very good and patient teacher.

Ren Yan doesn't talk much, but I like getting along with him very much, not only because of his gentle personality, but also because he is currently the only outsider I can get in touch with.

Moreover, there are some things I also want to find an opportunity to inquire with him.

I was always thinking about what Feng Chen didn't finish that day, and I guessed what he meant, probably, it's incredible that Feng Jue and I are together, and Feng Jue's insistence on being with me will affect the Feng family.

Before I lost my memory, I was just a freelance painter. How could such an identity affect the Feng family?

I remembered the photos I saw in Feng Jue's study that day...

I pressed the black and white button under my hand, glanced at Ren Yan in the gap, and thought about how to speak for a while.

The piece is not long, and it ends soon. This is the third piece I have learned.

When the last note fell, Ren Yan stood up from the side, with a little excitement in his voice: "Mr. Xu, you are really talented! I rarely see a student who can learn like this in a few days. Are you interested?" Will you develop into piano in the future?"

He paused, as if realizing that he was a little excited, he quickly lowered his voice and said shyly, "Sorry, I'm a little agitated."

"It's okay, and I'm very happy to get such affirmation from the teacher." I smiled back: "But I shouldn't be considered talented."

"Mr. Xu, don't underestimate yourself." Ren Yan disagreed: "I have taught many students, including children and adults, but no one can play a song like you in a few days."

"That may be because I knew how to play the piano before I lost my memory."

Hearing my words, Ren Yan's expression was obviously stunned for a moment, and a few seconds later he apologized to me a little helplessly: "Mr. Xu...Sorry...I didn't know you..."

This time I was a little surprised. I saw Ren Yan's reaction that didn't seem to be fake: "It's okay, but sir, I mean, didn't Mr. Feng tell you about my amnesia?"

I remember the first day I met Ren Yan, Feng Jue had been chatting with him about something.

"No, Mr. Feng didn't mention this to me." Ren Yan shook his head.

"Then we just met, what was Mr. Feng talking to you about?"

Ren Yan thought for a while: "Mr. Feng just asked me to teach you the piano as soon as possible." After finishing speaking, Ren Yan's eyebrows frowned slightly, "Also said..."

"What else?" I couldn't help asking.

Ren Yan glanced at me, and then continued unnaturally: "I also said that Mr. Xu is not in good health and has a quiet personality, so let me not have too much contact with you outside the scope of teaching, so as not to disturb you. "

Ren Yan's words made me freeze in place.

Why did Feng Jue specifically ask Ren Yan not to have too much contact with me?

Because I have a quiet personality?

Before I lost my memory, I was really withdrawn and liked to be alone in Fengjuekou, but now I don't like it, I can even say I hate it.

Can a person even change his personality and preferences because of amnesia?

The guesses that I forcibly suppressed in my mind a few days ago began to scramble to come up again, which made me terrified.

"...Mr. Xu? Mr. Xu?"

Ren Yan's voice pulled my thoughts back, I looked up and saw that the other party was looking at me with some concern, I settled down, pulled out a stiff smile, and tried to keep my tone natural: "What's wrong, Teacher Ren ?”

"It's okay, I just think Mr. Xu, you look very bad..."

Ren Yan raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist, "If Mr. Xu is not feeling well, why don't we stop today's class and I'll call Uncle Zhang to come in and see you."

"Don't go!" I hurriedly shouted to Ren Yan who was about to turn around, and even grabbed the corner of his clothes because I was too anxious.

Ren Yan was staggered by me, looked down at the clothes I was holding firmly, raised his head and asked with some doubts: "Mr. Xu?"

I hurriedly let go, raised my head and emphasized to Ren Yan: "I'm fine, I'm fine, I mean there's no need to go to Zhang Bo."

"But, Mr. Xu, your face is really ugly, are you all right?" Ren Yan had disbelief on his face.

I pulled the corner of my mouth and gave Ren Yan a stiff smile, and repeated seriously, "I'm really fine."

Only then did Ren Yan turn around in doubt, and sat down on the stool beside him again. Although he looked at me with some concern, he at least gave up the idea of ​​looking for Uncle Zhang.

After such an interruption, the class could not continue, and the air was a little quiet. I looked at Ren Yan, thinking that this was a good opportunity to chat, and I deliberately put on a relaxed tone and asked: "Mr. Ren, you have been studying since childhood. Piano?"

Ren Yan didn't seem to expect me to ask a question suddenly, he was taken aback before answering: "Yes, I have been learning piano since I was five years old."

"It's been more than 20 years now, it's amazing!" I praised from the bottom of my heart.

"Not great. I'm not considered talented. I haven't achieved anything in more than 20 years." Ren Yan rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

"How come, the teacher is very powerful in my eyes!"

...

Ren Yan seems to be very talkative, especially when talking about the piano, he basically only needs me to ask a question, and he can answer many eloquently, and when talking about the piano, his eyes are always shining.

I just chatted back and forth with Ren Yan for half an hour. I glanced at Ren Yan who had already chatted with me as a friend, and calmly asked the question I had always wanted to ask.

"...Speaking of which, Teacher Ren, do you know EM?"

"EM?" Ren Yan was a little confused.

My heart beat a little faster. In fact, I don't know what EM is, because I only saw these two letters in the photo of Feng Jue's study room. I don't know if it is a company name or something else, and EM I don't know if there are any other letters or words behind it. I just tentatively asked this question with a fluke mentality.

What if, what if Ren Yan knew?

Ren Yan seemed to have really thought about it for a minute or two, and then suddenly realized: "You said it was EM Group? Is it the commercial real estate company?"

"Well, yes! That's the EM Group." I nodded happily.

"I know."

After finishing speaking, Ren Yan smiled and said, "I've been talking about the piano just now. I thought the EM you mentioned was the name of a new famous pianist? I thought about it seriously for a long time, haha~"

"Haha~" I also laughed a few times, and then asked: "The teacher, what do you know about this EM group?"

"Well... I don't know too well. I know that EM Group has been very powerful in the past two years. There are several comprehensive shopping centers in our area that are owned by EM."

"Really? Teacher, you know EM Group..." I organized my words in my mind, and then asked uncertainly: "...the person in charge of EM...or what is the boss's last name?"

"My surname is Xu." Ren Yan answered quickly this time, and looked at me and smiled again, "What a coincidence, I have the same surname as Mr. Xu."

EM Group, surnamed Xu, that photo, is this a coincidence?

"Yes, it's a coincidence." I still had a smile on my face, and asked cautiously: "Then teacher, do you know what his name is?"

"I don't know much about this, I don't pay much attention to these things..." Ren Yan seemed to remember something, his face suddenly collapsed, and he said sullenly: "I know that the boss of EM is named Xu, or because he always listens to me. My younger sister said things like 'EM Mr. Xu is so handsome'."

"Really?" I was a little regretful.

Ren Yan shook his head helplessly, and said, "Now these young girls, as long as they have a good-looking face, no matter what their profession is, they can chase after them like celebrities."

"When the teacher said this, I was also a little curious about how handsome this President Xu is. I don't know—" I took a deep breath, calmed down my rapid heartbeat, and then continued to ask: "Does the teacher have any photos of him?" some type of..."

Ren Yan obviously choked: "It's my sister who is chasing stars, not me, how could I have his photo?"

"Then you haven't seen his picture?" I asked persistently.

"My sister showed me once, but they were all blurry photos, so I didn't pay much attention."

"Is that so..." I was so disappointed that I even lowered my tone.

Seeming to see my depression, Ren Yan asked in a tone of incomprehension: "Mr. Xu, do you really want to know what this President Xu looks like?"

"I'm just... a little curious."

"Well, let me see if I can find it on the Internet." Ren Yan touched his pocket twice, put it down after a while, and said angrily, "I forgot my phone and gave it to Uncle Zhang."

"If you are really curious, you can use your mobile phone to search online. Although my sister said that Mr. Xu's photo is hard to find now, you should be able to find it if you search carefully." Ren Yan seriously suggested.

Mobile search?But I don't.

It’s fine if I don’t have a mobile phone. Why does Ren Yan have his mobile phone taken away by Zhang Bo every time he teaches?

This kind of strict defense is not to prevent me from contacting the outside world...

The sense of disobedience in my heart continued to increase, and that absurd guess became more and more clear.

The truth that cannot withstand careful consideration and exploration is like a Pandora's box in front of me. I want to open it, but I am afraid that I will not be able to bear the consequences after opening it.

The high wall in my heart that had just been cast a few days ago faintly showed signs of collapsing, and I was extremely panicked.

impossible!Something must be wrong!

How could I be Mr. Xu of EM Group?As Feng Jue said, I am just a freelance painter.

It just happened to be the same surname, yes, it must be like this!With so many people in the world, it is not surprising that two people who happen to have the same surname appear at the same reception.

As for why Feng Jue didn't give me my phone, maybe the other party forgot?Feng Jue has no reason not to give me the phone.

As for the others, Feng Jue didn't know that I was allergic to seafood, maybe it was because he forgot, yes, he is so busy, it's normal to forget some unimportant things about his lover.

He looks so in love with me, he won't lie to me.

Not to... imprison me....