Gaining A Husband After a Memory Loss

After driving for about 10 minutes, Shangjing saw a large frozen lake. The weather was overcast, but it did not hinder the enthusiasm of tourists. Colorful tents could be seen in the Lake Pavilion and the lakeside.

There are also couples with children. The family of three is tightly wrapped, and then wrapped in a yellow life jacket, which is unrecognizable from a distance or near.

He Jiang said: "This place is specially used for fishing tourism in winter."

Not only fishing, but also skating, accommodation, grilled fish...

Southerners who have never experienced freezing of rivers and are interested in fishing can no longer stop watching other people's videos online, but can buy tickets to experience it.The fish are fry released in different periods of the year, ranging from large to small.

He Jiang took the fishing props and led Shang Jing to the predetermined location by the lake.

Shang Jing was speechless: "So many props?"

He Jiang directly pushed a small cart over, with buckets, small hammers, and shovels...

"It's all useful."

What He Jiang ordered was a very luxurious tent, shaped like a little yellow chicken, with the door opened, carpeted inside, and even a foldable single bed, the flannel quilt on the bed looked very warm.

The tent is placed on the ice, and the whole is made of waterproof material, and inflatable pillars are built around it. Even if the moldy ice layer cracks after eight lifetimes, it can still rely on buoyancy to suspend the water.

Shang Jing: "Into the tent? Aren't you going to fish?"

"There is no wind in the tent, so be careful to blow your face apart."

He Jiang pulled him in, lifted a corner of the carpet, and unfastened a waterproof button on the bottom of the tent, revealing a disc-sized hard ice surface.

"You just sit on the carpet, take a small chisel and dig a hole, and you can fish when you break the ice."

"Oh!" Shang Jing became interested, took a handy shovel from the tool cart, and shaved the ice bit by bit like scooping up ice cream.

He Jiang raised the back of the single bed to look like a recliner, and then lay down on it to play with her mobile phone.

It's not just playing with mobile phones, but giving year-end red envelopes to the employees of the studio.

The studio group was in full swing, and the blessings of "The Boss and Xiaojing have a good relationship for a hundred years" were posted hundreds of times every minute.

Once a year, everyone will not miss the opportunity to coax the boss to be happy and give out red envelopes. They rack their brains to think of blessings, and even the idiom "be born early" appeared.

He Jiang didn't bother with him, and happily sent a red envelope for 5 minutes, then quit, and opened the dialog box for He's mother.

"Go back on the first day of the new year."

Mama He quickly replied: "In the first year, you are going to have a reunion dinner at your wife's house?"

He Jiang said ambiguously: "I will eat with you on New Year's Eve next year."

Mama He: "It's as if I'm begging you. It's a lot of fun when I go back to the old house with your dad. If you don't send a message, I can't even remember that my son is filming in the Northwest."

He Jiang looked at Mama He's inappropriate words, and said with a smile: "I'm afraid the firecrackers on New Year's Eve will be too loud, so I wish you a Happy New Year in advance."

He withdrew, made appointments with his aunt, Fu's family, and friends in order to celebrate the New Year, and then he looked at his wife who was sitting on the ground digging ice cream as if he remembered something: "How is it?"

Shang Jing's gaze has long been resentful: "It's too thick, I can't finish digging."

He worked very hard to dig [-] centimeters, but the ice layer was bottomless.

When he was struggling, He Jiang lay on the bed like a grandpa, as if the scene of the claw machine in the mall reappeared-He Jiang gave him two thousand coins, and then went to enjoy the massage chair by himself.

He Jiang squatted down and looked at it, and praised: "The hole dug is very round, and my wife is very talented in art."

Shang Jing: "I can't dig anymore."

He Jiang: "Okay, let's see my husband next."

"Bragging you." As soon as Shang Jing finished speaking, he saw He Jiang take out an electric drill from the tool cart.

"Stand farther away." He Jiang pressed the switch, and the drill bit buzzed. He stabilized the fuselage, and the drill bit went down, following the round hole dug by Shang Jing, and drilled down for more than half a meter.

Ice flakes flew out of the hole like snowflakes and piled up on the side.

At a certain moment, the resistance encountered by the drill bit suddenly lightened. He Jiang lifted the electric drill and polished the hole wall a little, and a fishing hole the size of a palm suddenly appeared.

The lake below floated up a little and looked as clear as glass.

He Jiang put away the electric drill, shoveled the smoothie out of the tent with a shovel, took out a mini handheld fishing rod, made a nest of bait, and put down the hook.

Shang Jing: "Why didn't you take out the electric drill earlier."

He Jiang was serious: "You can't play with such dangerous things."

Shang Jing almost became possessed, and wanted to grab a handful of the shaved smoothies for He Jiang to taste.

Fishing officially started, He Jiang took out the tablet and said, "I can watch a variety show."

Shang Jing: "It won't be..."

He Jiang: "It's our variety show."

He Jiang: "Will sitting on the ice freeze my butt?"

Shang Jing: "Ah? No, the carpet is very thick."

He Jiang piously suggested: "Sit on my lap."

Shang Jing: "Are you here to fish?"

He Jiang had no choice but to cancel this wonderful plan, and picked up the tablet to swipe back and forth, "Which episode is better to choose? Why don't you watch the episode of Don't Make Dumplings for Me."

He wanted to listen to the call from Shang Jing again.

Shang Jing: "Don't look! Fish can run!"

He Jiang: "Wear headphones, one side at a time."

Shang Jing: "We all watch dramas, and we don't know if the fish is hooked."

He Jiang: "I'm holding the fishing line, and I'll tell you as soon as I bite the hook."

He Jiang resorted to his trump card: "Didn't you lose part of your memory, and you're all in the variety show, don't you want to get your memory back?"

He distorted the facts and said: "You couldn't wait to ask me for the game video from three years ago to retrieve your memory."

Regardless of his seriousness, both of them knew exactly what video Shang Jing wanted at that time.

Shang Jing blushed, but he didn't dare to show it, "You have to concentrate on fishing. Haven't you learned the story of a kitten fishing? You can catch butterflies and catch dragonflies, but you can't catch any of them."

He Jiang: "Then watch for a while."

He quickly moved the video of a certain episode to No. 20 minutes, as if he had watched it [-] times in private.

Shang Jing looked dumbfounded at the whole process of making dumplings. He was a little incredulous. Was he making dumplings so fast at that time?

Shang Jing: "Come in soon?"

He Jiang: "No."

"You want to make the dumplings for three days earlier, so that I don't have to break the corn in the mud." He Jiang hugged Shang Jing and kissed, "You are so kind to me."

Shang Jing didn't want to admit that he actually made the dumplings for He Jiang at the speed of life and death, so he rubbed his face on his clothes with a warm face.

He Jiang said firmly: "You like me now, right?"

Shang Jing hesitated: "How do I know, I forgot."

He Jiang was persuasive and persuasive: "It's okay, you can recover a little bit of memory properly."

Business scene: "..."

Business scene: "..."

Help, what is proper recovery, He Jiang already knows that he has lost his memory?

When did you know?

Once he recalled the past with this assumption, Shang Jing realized that he had revealed his secrets countless times. Sometimes He Jiang helped Yuan, sometimes He Jiang pretended nothing happened, and more often, He Jiang took the opportunity to bully him.

"I'm really an idiot." Shang Jing thought.

He Jiang: "You should recover a bit."

Shang Jing closed his eyes and said, "What purpose do you have to expose me at this time!"

Must be pretty shady.

After all, this game of bullying his wife, under normal circumstances, He Jiang can play it with him for more than three months.

He Jiang squinted her eyes, and said, "There are some things that must be discussed before doing things, so that you will have no excuses to go back on your word in the future."

Before, because of Shang Jing's true memory loss, he restrained his primitive instincts and gave in. Now that Shang Jing has a false memory loss, he has to expose this matter before certain things.

This is a less important but necessary principle.

He had to make sure that Shang Jing slept with him when he knew the whole truth.

Shang Jing was speechless, moved by He Jiang's persistence, but also felt that he was purely malicious.

He Jiang: "Xiaojing, you haven't answered my question yet."

Shang Jing: "What's the problem?"

He Jiang pointed at the picture of making dumplings: "You like me here, right?"

Shang Jing and He Jiang met each other's eyes, and after a while, he got up from He Jiang's arms and got into the quilt of the single bed.

What kind of person, I don't know how many times I watched the original film, only to find out such a detail to question him.

The single bed was too small, so he had to curl up his legs, with his back to He Jiang, and his whole body was covered under the quilt, relying on the darkness of his eyes, he couldn't see He Jiang, and shouted: "Yes, yes, yes! I like it even if I have lost my memory. I fell in love with you scumbag! I don’t know when I liked it. I liked it when I didn’t lose my memory, and I liked it even after I lost my memory. I fell in love with you twice! Do you have any opinions? No!”

Shang Jing yelled like a snail, and found that the surroundings were very quiet, he poked his head out quietly, and met He Jiang's bottomless gaze instantly.

He said weakly, "Why didn't you speak all of a sudden?"

He Jiang said hoarsely, "I'm so happy that I can't speak."

How lucky to be favored by Shang Xiaogou twice.

Shang Jing lowered his head and glanced at He Jiang's place. He Jiang didn't seem too happy, it seemed that the blood was rushing down, and the blood supply to the brain was insufficient to speak.

He glanced at the fishing hole, his eyes lit up, he rushed over and picked up the small fishing rod.

Suddenly, a small silver-white fish was pulled up.

Shang Jing's tone was full of joy of harvest: "He Jiang! Come on, come on, put it down."

He Jiang sighed, how could Shang Xiaogou seamlessly switch between confession and fishing.He felt that he was that fish, being manipulated by Shang Xiaogou.

He went over to help Shang Jing take down the small fish, put it into the bucket beside him, then put the bait on it, and threw it into the hole again.

Shang Jing coughed and glanced sideways: "Calm down yourself."

It's icy and snowy, so calm down, right?

He Jiang: "Okay."

Shang Jing fished with peace of mind. After a while, he frowned and said, "Why are you so talkative?"

Not taking advantage of the opportunity or something, unlike He Jiang's style.

The actor is the kind of person who won't restrain himself due to the limitation of the venue.

He Jiang: "There are too many intimate contacts, what should I do if it doesn't work then?"

Shang Jing didn't expect that He Jiang still had such worries, he was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked: "Didn't you still—"

He Jiang said solemnly: "From today onwards, we must keep a little distance."

Shang Jing said softly, "How long will you keep it?"

He Jiang: "Until desensitization."

Shang Jing selectively ignored "cure", and the corner of his mouth immediately curled up: "You said it! Don't go back on your word!"

The next thing is to visit relatives during the Chinese New Year. Shang Jing doesn’t have this kind of ceremony in foreign countries. His mother’s habits have become westernized. He loves to celebrate Christmas and Easter, but Shang Jing has been looking forward to the Spring Festival since he was a child.

He attaches great importance to the next Chinese New Year, and those who celebrate the new year cannot die.

It is best for He Jiang to keep a distance from him, so that he can avoid any unsuitable marks on his neck, and he has to wear a high collar when visiting relatives and friends.

He Jiang: "I like the Spring Festival very much?"

Shang Jing: "Yes."

He Jiang: "Then it's right to come here."

Since the first small fish was caught, there seemed to be a group of them under the ice, and one could be hooked within 2 minutes.

Shang Jing fished a bucket happily, then turned his head and kissed He Jiang: "You are really amazing."

He Jiang accepted the compliment humbly: "I like to come back next year."

As the sky darkened and the wind grew louder, Shang Jing picked up the keg and walked back with He Jiang.

He Jiang booked the Lake View Hotel, which has a super-large field of vision with two sides of single floor-to-ceiling windows, one side can see the lake, and the other side can see the crowded houses. A large road divides thousands of houses into a static New Year picture, and the street trees are bare. There are red lanterns hanging on the branches.

He Jiang processed the internal organs and scales of the small fish, took half of it to the kitchen for frying, and put the other half outside the window to refrigerate.

None of this temperature needs a refrigerator.

Shang Jing ate the delicious golden fried small fish, and slept soundly at night.

He Jiang really behaved as he said, he kept the rules all night.

Shang Jing was a little moved.

He pushed He Jiang: "When shall we go back?"

There is no Lunar New Year's Eve this year, and the 29th is New Year's Eve.

Today is New Year's Eve, so I have to go home for a reunion dinner.

He Jiang said: "Don't worry, we're celebrating the New Year here, and we'll go back tomorrow. You can call your uncle and other friends in advance to say Happy New Year."

Shang Jing guessed that it was the first year that He Jiang hoped to get back together, and only the two of them celebrated the New Year together, and Shang Jing was also a little moved, so he called his family and friends as promised.

The whole morning passed like this.

He Jiang deliberately asked: "Is there anything missing?"

Shang Jing shook his head, "No."

He sent messages to his Chinese friends in the United States, the senior sister from the law department, Zhuang Que, oh, and his mother, and Shang Jing sent emails.

He Jiang: "That's good."

Shang Jing always felt that there was something in He Jiang's words.

In the afternoon, they made dumplings together. It was rare for Shang Jing to surpass He Jiang in one of his culinary skills, so he proudly pointed out Jiang Shan all afternoon.

Their reunion dinner is dumplings.

After making the dumplings, He Jiang took out her mobile phone: "Let's play a game. Today I have to watch the New Year's Eve. It's not easy to sleep. Let's turn on the sound effect, and one sound is enough."

Shang Jing: "You're smart! Why didn't I think of it, it can't be wasted!"

It's great to watch the new year!He had forgotten what it was like to play games with sound effects on.

Although he was afraid of gunshots, there was a little boy in his bones yearning for military blood.

Four or 10 minutes later, under the leadership of He Jiang, Shang Jing successfully ate chicken and was satisfied.

He stretched himself, put his phone aside, walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked outside.

Some people moved firewood one after another on the side of the road, and almost every house had a fire pile in front of it.

Every house is brightly lit, and the self-built house that went out to work and was idle has won back its owner.

Your family moved out hundreds of firecrackers, and his family piled up three salutes, and there are two kicks for children to play with.

Shang Jing turned to look at He Jiang in surprise, he knew why He Jiang was celebrating the New Year here!

Cannons can't be banned here!

Bonfires, firecrackers, fireworks, these are ways of celebrating that are banned in most places.

Shang Jing: "This is the Chinese New Year I imagined!"

He Jiang rubbed his head: "Do you know the origin of New Year's Eve?"

Shang Jing: "The legend is to drive away a beast called 'Xi', because it is afraid of red flames and noises, so Spring Festival couplets are posted and firecrackers are set off."

He Jiang said: "Get rid of the old and welcome the new, and pray for the coming year."

Shang Jing: "Yes!"

The first sound of firecrackers sounded outside, and the crackling opened the grandest ceremony on New Year's Eve.

There were earth-shattering bursts of shots, and everyone blushed and covered their ears.

He Jiang took a step forward, circled the business scene in front of herself and the floor-to-ceiling windows, and said leisurely: "Do you think the sound of firecrackers sounds like gunshots?"

boom!boom!boom!The fireworks exploded high in the sky. It was clearer to see from the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of the hotel, the sound was more shocking, and the glass vibrated faintly.

Shang Jing reacted for a moment, and was suddenly startled!

He Jiang asked him to pay New Year's greetings to his relatives and friends in advance. For the first time, He Jiang agreed to let him eat chicken with sound effects.He said why the dog man had changed his sex, he had to keep a distance and desensitize, so what did he want today!

Shang Jing was unprepared, almost stupid, he stammered: "No, didn't you mean the shooting gallery?"

He Jiang: "I lied to you, silly puppy."

He never thought of actually creating a gunshot simulation. He is not a god and cannot predict the outcome. He is just an ordinary person who wants to be as sweet as glue with his wife.

If Shang Jing was not cured, but the gunfire in the shooting range left a shadow on the bed, where would he cry.

He Jiang only dared to find a meal replacement for the gunshots.

Shang Jing wanted to cry but had no tears: "You lied to me again!"

Whoop whoop dog man!

He Jiang spread the black fur in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and used millions of things as carpets.

When Shang Jing saw this fur, his luck was gone.

Looking at it again, He Jiang's things are so damn well prepared, he must be a fool, why didn't he find out that He Jiang hid such things before today!

He Jiang held the business scene to watch the fireworks and firecrackers: "The sound is very similar, isn't it?"

The firecrackers exploded, the smoke and dust billowed, and the salute shot up, straight into the sky.

Teacher He: "This represents joy, peace, and reunion in China, and there is no need to be afraid, apprehensive, or helpless."

Shang Jing's face was blushing, it's really desensitization.

He Jiang: "You are in China, and I am by your side."

"Xiao Jing, let's get rid of the old and welcome the new, shall we?"

Fireworks exploded in brilliant streamers high in the sky.

"it is good."

Shang Jing wanted to say yes, but He Jiang didn't give him a chance to speak.

Shang Jing felt that his insomnia had been cured, and now he really wanted to sleep and rest, but He Jiang didn't give him the chance.

This is the quack doctor who loves tiger and wolf medicine!Big tail wolf!

……

Keep the year old and stay up all night.

Happy Chinese New Year!

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