Mr. Lu wants to chase his wife's crematorium

"Amnesia?"

I muttered softly, a little in disbelief.

Could this be a new round of deception by Mr. Lu?

Xiaojie secretly sent me a video, the picture is very blurry, I can't see Mr. Lu clearly, I can only feel that there is a white mummy lying on the bed, probably secretly shot, but fortunately I can still hear He Chongyang An angry voice.

He asked the mummy on the bed, "Who am I?"

"dad."

The mummy answered hoarsely, with a very weak tone.

He Chongyang asked again: "Do you want Tao Yan to take care of you?"

"Who is Tao Yan?" He asked.

The mummy pronounced these words very clearly, and the picture ended.

I said I had no doubts, it was a lie, Mr. Lu still knew He Chongyang, could it be that he only forgot about me?

is it possible?

But Xiaojie's next message dispelled my doubts.

He said that the doctor diagnosed Mr. Lu as "selective amnesia". When a person is exposed to external stimuli or his brain is hit, he will forget some things he does not want to remember.

"Ah!"

How funny, Mr. Lu is willing to forget me?

How ironic?

I was even thinking, how genuine is the liking in his mouth?

It turned out that those heart-piercing emotions were all fake.

Before I could reply, Xiaojie sent another message.

He said: "Brother Tao, don't be sad. Although Boss Lu doesn't remember you, I will definitely find a way to remind him."

He also has a small expression of cheering and working hard, full of energy.

"..."

I had a headache for a while, although I don't know what Mr. Lu is up to, but if he really loses his memory, does it mean that he will never harass me again?

So I quickly replied: "I'm not sad, I'm really not sad."

In order not to let Mr. Lu think of me, I even specially asked Xiaojie not to deepen my impression in front of Mr. Lu.

Also, don't contact me again from now on, just leave it alone.

Xiaojie gave me a series of speechless dots back...

He probably thought I was a very heartless person, right?

In the past two days, I have felt an unprecedented sense of confusion. It seems that everyone around me knows that Mr. Lu likes me, but I am the only one who does not know. In my perception, Mr. Lu is a scourge, but in their perception, it is I don't know what is good or bad.

But fortunately, God still favors me, and I can breathe a sigh of relief if Mr. Lu loses his memory.

This night, I had an unprecedented and unprecedented sleep, and the demon that used to hover above my head in the dream finally disappeared.

Just as I got up from the bed to wash up, my phone rang and it was my mother.

I have a very bad premonition, because my mother rarely contacts me so frequently.

Sure enough, when I picked up the phone, her thoughts immediately made me feel like a thunderclap.

Yesterday she knew that Mr. Lu was injured in a fight, so she contacted Mr. Lu, but Mr. Lu kept shutting down the phone.

When it was very late, it was Xiaojie who called back and told about Mr. Lu's situation.

Mr. Lu had a fractured skull, but he was awake and could even sit up and eat some liquid food.

Since my mother knew that Mr. Lu was hospitalized, she was very worried and insisted on asking me to accompany him to the hospital.

She said: "Tao Yan, you can't be ungrateful. When you were hospitalized, even if you had a cold, didn't they always accompany you and take care of you?"

I just feel that if there is no Mr. Lu, I will not be hospitalized at all.

Besides, Mr. Lu finally lost his memory. I was worried that he would suddenly remember me when he saw me, and immediately refused.

The number of times I rejected my mother since I was a child is almost always related to Mr. Lu.

The most drastic thing is to prevent Ms. Lu from entering the house and prevent Mr. Lu from returning to China.

But in the end, the arms couldn't hold back the thighs after all, Ms. Lu still wore a seven-figure wedding dress and married my father, and Mr. Lu still stepped into my territory like an invader.

The root cause of these all stems from my mother being too kind.

On this day, I obediently took the fruit basket prepared by my mother and got into the taxi to the hospital. It can be said that I was very sad all morning.

On the way, my mother nagged and said, "Tao Yan, how come you have no human touch in your life? If you make more friends, you won't be reduced to nothing."

She also said: "Aren't you going to join the filming group? In Zhengzheng's position, the network resources are naturally very good and will be very helpful to you. No matter what, he is your brother."

I couldn't help sneering in my heart, without Mr. Lu, my life would be a thousand times better than now.

Besides, I am not impersonal, but I am poor and struggling, how can I make friends?

Of course, I can't blame her, after all, she has never been involved in my life.

There is another sentence that I disagree with the most. In my heart, Mr. Lu is definitely not my younger brother. He is like my enemy or creditor in my previous life, who came to collect debts and seek revenge.

Listening to my mother talking all the way, we finally came to the hospital.

Right now outside the ward, I feel very anxious. I am very afraid of seeing Mr. Lu, afraid of his strong and paranoid eyes when he sees me, and I am even more afraid of hearing Mr. Lu call my brother. I can't stop my body from being afraid trembling.

My mother walked ahead all the way with eyes full of worries about Mr. Lu.

Before entering the room, she specifically told me: "Tao Yan, Zhengzheng is sick, don't be so vicious to him."

I took several deep breaths before resisting the urge to talk back to my mother.

How many times did Mr. Lu treat me so ferociously that my eardrums buzzed, but my mother didn't see it.

Now say that I am vicious, I don't understand.

Knocking on the door and entering the room, it was He Chongyang who opened the door.

It's incredible to me that he can be here like a loving father, spending a day and a night with his son.

The moment I entered the door, I saw He Chongyang and my mother's eyes met, and there was an indescribable spark.

He Chongyang said shyly, "Lu Zheng is fine, so I'll trouble you to make a trip."

My mother showed her usual gentle smile, and she said: "No trouble, I like this child very much, I heard that Zhengzheng is ill, Tao Yan and I came to have a look."

He Chongyang glanced at me, not as ferocious as yesterday, but with a trace of kindness that I couldn't fathom.

I greeted politely, and then put the gift on the small cabinet.

At this moment, I could feel Mr. Lu's eyes turning around me and my mother.

I looked back at him. Mr. Lu's head was covered with layers of white gauze, and he smiled strangely at me with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

That kind of smile is something I have never seen in the ten years I have known Mr. Lu.

At this moment, I suddenly felt that maybe it was me who should lose my memory.

Because if you forget, there will be no pain, and if you forget, you can turn over the evil deeds you have done. It is good to forget.

I actually feel that the world is really unfair to me, why should I let Mr. Lu forget it by himself?

The way he looked at me was too strange, which made me feel unspeakably unwilling.

Why did he forget it as soon as he said it?Why can't he keep saying that he likes me, but he can't feel guilty for his evil deeds for the rest of his life?

I thought I could let it go easily, and even be thankful for it, but now I can't wait to grab Mr. Lu by the collar and ask him why he forgot. Can he just forget all the disgusting things he did to me?

I won't forgive Mr. Lu, but I actually think such persistence is a bit ridiculous, yes, people have forgotten it.

Instead, only I remember, living in the shadows.

I resisted the urge to give that bastard Mr. Lu two more punches, and asked him indifferently, "How do you feel?"

He froze for a moment, as if he didn't understand why my tone was so blunt.

Perhaps in his eyes, we are meeting for the first time.

He replied: "It's okay."

The tone is a little weak.

Then he looked at He Chongyang, as if he wanted to introduce him.

Obviously, He Chongyang couldn't accept Mr. Lu's sudden change for a while, so he showed a very sad look in his eyes and didn't say a word.

My mother sat by the bed and helped Mr. Lu peel apples. She said to Mr. Lu with a motherly love, "Zhengzheng, I'm a godmother, don't you remember?"

As he spoke, he pointed at me again.

"Tao Yan, your brother."

Mr. Lu nodded clearly and greeted us.

"Godmother is good, brother is also good."

Mr. Lu's well-behaved appearance made me wonder if he was fooled by me?

I tentatively asked him, "Lu Zheng, don't you remember anything?"

Mr. Lu shook his head apologetically, "I'm sorry."

I breathed a sigh of relief, and I thought that if I let go of the poor stubbornness in my heart, I might as well let myself go.

I tried my best to squeeze out a smile, patted Mr. Lu on the shoulder, pretended not to know him very well, and comforted me: "It's okay, it will be fine."

He looked at me and nodded gratefully.

Before leaving the ward, my mother said to Mr. Lu: "Tao Yan is an elder brother, you two have a good relationship, from now on..."

I mustered up the courage to interrupt her, and I said: "Mom, don't disturb Lu Zheng's rest, let's go, come back when we have time."

My mother glanced at me unhappy, and smiled comfortingly at Mr. Lu, she bid farewell to He Chongyang and walked out of the ward with me.

After leaving the hospital, my mother seemed very upset when she mentioned what happened just now.

She said, "Tao Yan, I'm clearly treating you..."

I said, "Enough! Stop talking about him! Can't you see I don't like him?"

This is the first time in so many years that I have spoken loudly to my mother, the first time I have disobeyed her, and it is also the first time that I have a ferocious expression on her to the point of a little hatred.

My mother looked at me blankly, as if she didn't expect that I would be so angry.

She must not understand why his docile son is so paranoid about making friends, but I can't care too much.

I was so overwhelmed that I finally waited until the day I left Mr. Lu, I really didn't want to be tightly entangled by him again.

No one can stop me, including my mother.

Before I knew it, my tears flowed down, and I cried and said: "You like him, you can treat him like your own son, but you can't force me!"

She showed an unbelievable expression, as if she couldn't understand why Zheng Zheng, who had a rough life experience, was well-behaved since childhood, and tolerated me in every possible way, couldn't be liked by me.

I stopped talking, and she didn't say anything either.

I thought, maybe she wasn't as fragile as I thought she was. Sure enough, she sighed resentfully, got off the car and left without looking back.