When I woke up, I lost my memory

two years?The treatment made him lose nearly two years of memory?

Que Yun grasped the quilt unconsciously: "What happened in the past two years? How come I don't want to play the piano?"

Music is what he regards as life. Que Yun can accept that he is depressed, but he can't imagine that he will stop playing the piano.

"Depression is a minor cold, but sometimes it can turn into a major one. Think of the dizzy feeling that drives you to do anything."

Nangong said slowly: "You can pick up the piano again if you're rusty. The most important thing now is to maintain a happy mood. Don't rush for a while, you will remember it slowly."

Nangong Nian resisted his question with a businesslike attitude, Que Yun suddenly felt that his childhood sweetheart had become very strange.

Or maybe it was because he unilaterally treated the two of them as childhood sweethearts.

After all, he had seen Nangong Nian's tears before, it was a rare scene.

Nangong took out a small bottle from his pocket and put it on the bedside: "Take three in half an hour, and you can try to go to the ground at night."

"I'm ready." Que Yun raised his head and stared into Nangong Nian's eyes.

"Irritability is also one of the side effects." Nangong Nian stood up: "Have a good rest, I'll come back at night."

"Aunt Wu, tell me." Que Yun looked at Aunt Wu, who also showed a troubled expression.

Neither of them spoke, and he had no other choice.

"Well, I hope I will remember." Que Yun could only take a deep breath, and looked up at the chandelier on the ceiling: "That is to say, I, Que Yun, am 21 years old, unemployed, single and unmarried, and my family is bankrupt and has no income. Source, what do I live on?"

"You," Nangong Nian's expression suddenly became stiff, she paused: "Do you remember Wu Yunyi?"

"Who is that?" Que Yun asked, "Is it a personal name?"

Que Yun caught a glimpse of Aunt Wu shaking her body from the corner of her eye.

Nangong Nian had already stood up and sat down again, as if he had discovered a new problem.

"After the last few treatments, you also experienced short-term amnesia, but...you always remember him." She was careless.

"Wu Yunyi?" Que Yun chewed the name carefully: "Why do I remember him, he has a feud with me?"

Nangong scratched the bangs on his forehead with the recording pen in his hand: "You married him in September two years ago. Wu Yunyi is your husband in the legal sense."

he has married.

The shock that this incident brought to Que Yun was comparable to the shock that he had from not touching the piano.

At this moment, Que Yun felt like he was going out to sea on a lone boat, and the monstrous waves rushed towards him, knocking him to the ground.

He even came up with the idea that Nangong Nian joined some strange sect and was teaming up with others to deceive him.

"My parents had an accident in...in May." Que Yun mechanically shook his head: "At that time, I had never heard of this person surnamed Wu. How could I marry him within four months of knowing him!"

"But it's a fact that you married him." Nangong Nian said without changing his face.

Que Yun shook his head again.

He lived among thousands of flowers, not a single leaf touched his body.All the exes broke up amicably and never thought about getting married.

"Love can nourish music, so I need love." Que Yun stared at Nangong Nian: "Marriage is a cage and a grave. It is absolutely impossible for me to marry someone else."

Nangong Nian: "So you have no impression of him?"

"En." Que Yun nodded: "But I guess, my depression has something to do with him?"

Nangong Nian looked up at him: "Why do you think so?"

"Because I didn't see him." Que Yun said firmly, "If I love someone, I hope that the first person they see when they wake up is me."

"Your reasoning ability has always been very good, but..." Nangong Nian suddenly stood up and walked outside.

Que Yun handed the teacup to Aunt Wu: "How do I use a silicone cup?"

"This kind of material is not easy to break." Aunt Wu said.

What Aunt Wu said was cryptic, but Que Yun immediately understood that he probably hurt himself with pieces of porcelain cups.

There were not one or two wounds on his wrist, which showed how painful he had been through, so painful that he didn't even touch the piano anymore.

Or maybe, touching the piano would make him suffer even more?

It was the cello that connected him to the man, and it was impossible for him to marry anyone but that man.

"Aunt Wu, do you know how the company is doing now?" Que Yun asked.

After he got off the plane, he took his suitcase and went to the hospital, where he met a lawyer, but he forgot everything else because of the treatment.

At the time of the funeral, the liquidation matters have not been completed, the company has a lot of debts, and the bankruptcy isolation is not perfect, the family fund may also be affected.The lawyer said that after the liquidation, there may be no inheritance left.

Although he woke up in his own house and Aunt Wu was there, which meant that he had a place to live and someone to take care of him, but he might start to support himself by self-reliance.

I had some deposits during the undergraduate internship, which should last for a while.

He still only has that person in his heart... Sooner or later, he will end his marriage with this Mr. Wu.

"I don't know about these either." Aunt Wu said.

"What about your salary?" Que Yun asked, "Have you been here for the past two years?"

"At that time, there was a problem with my husband's company. I gave a sum of money to a dozen people in my family and asked us to find new jobs. I said that I had worked here for more than ten years and I didn't want to leave when I had feelings, but the master said he would The house is sold and we are no longer needed.”

"and after?"

"Later, I found a job elsewhere. Half a year ago, Mr. Wu's people found me and asked me to come back and take care of you."

"Was I already depressed at that time?"

"Miss Nangong told me not to mention depression to you," Aunt Wu said as she wiped her eyes with a handkerchief, choked up and said, "It's really good that you're still alive, it's really good..."

Seeing Aunt Wu's sad look, Que Yun couldn't bear to ask any more.

Just because he doesn't remember, doesn't mean he can't speculate.

His skin is fair and it is not easy to leave scars. He will cut such deep marks on his hands, which shows how ruthless he is. Aunt Wu probably only feels powerless.

"So you have been paid by Mr. Wu's people since you came back?" He changed the subject.

Aunt Wu nodded.

"That Wu Yunyi—"

The door was pushed open, but no one came knocking, and Que Yun's voice stopped abruptly.

He turned his head and saw a strange man standing by the door, looking at him.Even though there was a distance, Que Yun could still feel the oppression emanating from the man.

"I heard you call my name." He walked towards him slowly, bent over and supported the bed: "You really don't remember?"

With this sudden movement, Que Yun was shrouded in his figure, and his breathing was slightly stagnant.

To say that he is not handsome is against his will, there is nothing to be picky about his natural facial features.Under the light, the man's eyes showed a beautiful light brown color, and the corners of the eyes were raised a little, which made Que Yun feel a little familiar for a while.

He moved closer to Que Yun, their noses almost touched, Que Yun leaned on the bed, unable to move forward or retreat.

Will show such intimacy with him in front of Aunt Wu, it seems that the two have indeed been married...

"Do you think I'm a liar?" Que Yun asked indifferently.

These hot eyes seemed to see through him completely. After a while, the man got up and sat on a chair beside him.

"Call again," he said.

"What?" Que Yun was puzzled.

"My name." He looked at Que Yun fixedly and said.

Que Yun subconsciously wanted to refuse, but he was inconvenient to move now, and he didn't want to cause more trouble, so he did so.

"...Wu Yunyi?"

The corner of the man's lips curled up, like a person in a painting: "Call me Yun Yi."