When I woke up, I lost my memory

When Wu Yunyi returned to the apartment, Ryan had already fallen asleep.

He entered the room and glanced at him in his sleep, sat on the edge of the bed, and stroked Ryan's soft hair.

Ryan had to listen to Que Yun playing the violin before going to sleep. Que Yun packed up the cello, put his left hand on his right wrist, and kneaded it slightly.

Recently, I always feel that I can't do my best. It may be because I hug Ryan too many times.But he is still clinging to himself, and he will unconsciously open his arms to him.

Que Yun leaned against the door with folded arms, Wu Yunyi had already got up and walked towards him, closing the door behind him.

The door blocked the light, and then it was time for adults.

"Lian said in the morning that you praised him, he was very happy," Que Yun said, and subconsciously showed an awkward expression: "But... can you praise something else next time."

The kiss immediately landed on Que Yun's hair, extremely natural.

"That's my truth." Wu Yunyi replied.

The moonlight is lingering, and the figures overlap.

"Nangong is here today." Que Yun half curled up, nestling in Wu Yunyi's arms.

"And your junior." Wu Yunyi returned.

Que Yun paused: "I'm going to play with Ryan at his birthday party."

"What tune?"

"Brahms' Cello Concerto, the one in F major. Do you know that?"

Que Yun glanced at Wu Yunyi, seeing that he didn't express anything.It seems that he doesn't know yet, because of meeting him, he started playing the cello.

However, there is still a chance to tell him in the future.

He was too busy, and Que Yun wanted to do many things with him, but right now... Nangong said that Que Yun had to be with Wu Yunyi on this matter.

Que Yun fished something casually from the bedside, and shook it in front of Wu Yunyi's eyes.

The recording pen, which looks like a long sugar box, makes people lose their vigilance.

Knowing this, Wu Yunyi frowned.

Que Yun: "I said that I wanted to know about my past situation, so she gave me this. But there is a condition, that I must listen to it with you."

This is Que Yun's treatment record, and logically it should remain in the doctor's hands forever.

Wu Yunyi once made a request to Nangong, but was rejected decisively.Then, it could only be handed over to Que Yun by Nangong Nian himself.

Is it part of the treatment?

"Are you sure you want to listen?" Wu Yunyi stroked Que Yun's hair lightly with his fingers: "I don't think this is a good idea."

Que Yun sat up, turned over and looked straight into his eyes, with a smile on his face: "You don't want to hear me speak ill of you in front of the doctor?"

Wu Yunyi looked back at him with a serious tone: "Sometimes we think we can face it, but in fact we can't."

"Ah." Que Yun raised his eyebrows: "You think I'm weak."

"……no."

Wu Yunyi's intention to retreat made Que Yun more curious: "That's why—"

"I don't want to lose you again."

The man almost blurted out, with a hint of imperceptible weakness in his firmness.

Que Yun didn't expect him to answer like this, so he lowered his brows for a while.Unexplainable emotions permeate my heart.

Wu Yunyi took Que Yun's hand: "I asked Nangong to get the record before, but she refused. At that time, I thought I could accept it, but seeing you now... Ah Yun, it's okay not to remember many things."

Que Yun held the recording pen tightly and choked up a bit: "But I will remember it one day, so... I choose to listen to it with you."

No need to say more, press the play button.

After a second of silence, a male voice sounded.

Wu Yunyi knew that this was the first doctor he invited.

"On August [-]th, Q refused me to use the notebook, so I changed the voice recorder."

Then there was a knock on the door, followed by the sound of someone sitting in a chair.

"Hello."

When Que Yun heard his own voice, he was very happy, unlike his voice, he immediately judged that it was faked by himself.

The doctor greeted him a few words, learned about his physical condition, and then asked him what he had done recently.

"I didn't touch the piano." In the recorder, Que Yun let out a low smile, "I'm still busy with taking care of you, doctor, you must have never been pregnant before."

"My wife and I have children."

"But you haven't experienced it yourself. Imagine something expanding in your body, and you almost died trying to make him born, and then he grew up day by day... He is so cute, but on the other hand, you feel that this thing really came from you. Did it come out of your body?"

"There are already a lot of men who can conceive."

"But people are still full of prejudice. I haven't even talked to my old friends about my having children. What will they think of me, as a demon?"

"Devil, you mentioned this word before. You told me that you grew up in a very enlightened environment. Your parents knew about your situation and didn't treat you as a child different from others, didn't you?"

Que Yun heard his short sigh.

"They told me to keep it secret, and just thinking about it made me different. Maybe they were the only people in the world who could accept me, but they passed away."

"And your husband, didn't he admit you?"

"..." After a long silence, Que Yun's voice sounded: "Yes, but not. Who knows?"

It was as if he was listening to a third person, Que Yun didn't expect it, but he felt embarrassed instead.

"Don't listen today—"

"Continue." Wu Yunyi pressed the recorder: "You never said this to me."

Que Yun: "..."

The sound continues to play.

"Who knows?" The doctor asked: "You are already married, don't you understand what your husband thinks?"

Another moment of silence.

"Doctor, you said that you and your wife have two children, can you understand all her thoughts? Is she giving birth to a child out of love for you, or is it to make up for the shadow of her same age, or does she feel that being a human being is not enough?" To have offspring like everyone else? Doctor, what do you think yourself? Have you told your wife all your thoughts?"

This time, the doctor was silent for a moment: "Go ahead and talk about you and your husband."

"Don't change the subject, doctor."

Que Yun outside the recording pen felt that he was losing his temper. Although his tone was calm, the words he said were unscrupulous, as if he had no restraint.

He rarely does this, and only on rare occasions does he speak like this.In the recorder, he didn't feel unhappy because of what the doctor did.

He wasn't mad at the doctor.

"Doctor, I can see the creases in your shirt. Last time we saw you, you tried to cover up the scorched hem with your coat. It seems your wife doesn't do the housework, and didn't ask anyone to do it for you. And you can’t do it yourself. Doctor, you are like a neglected existence at home. Who is in charge of the two children? Me and married life, trying to untangle other people's mess, but can't take care of my own life? I heard that a counselor needs the help of another counselor, doctor, do you have one too?"

The recording stopped abruptly.

Then, a new voice came.

"August 22, I'm the new doctor Ando. I've heard the record before—"

He left an intermittent analysis of Que Yun in the recording pen, and determined that Que Yun had bipolar disorder.

In the first record of the previous doctor, Que Yun was extremely polite and well-bred. Apart from being able to judge that he had a little melancholy in the details, he had no other obvious symptoms.

Que Yun collapsed on the bed, silently listening to his third visit.

Unlike the second time, he was calm this time, but said that he recently started playing the piano again because he found that his children would be very happy when they heard the sound of the piano.

In his description, Wu Yunyi is a very busy person.

"But I can guarantee," Que Yun laughed when he said this in the recording pen, "Even if he collapses the next moment, no one will care."

"What about you? What do you think?" asked the doctor.

"I don't know." This time Que Yun was very frank: "I proposed to him, and he agreed. While looking at the ring, he suddenly had something to do, so I had to go into the shop alone. I went into the VIP room, ran around, and brought atlases and various objects. When I asked the price, the clerk said that I don’t need to think about it. My husband is an SVIP or something... You know that look, right? Envy with envy, I was forced to be alone and exposed to this kind of sight. I'm not saying that people can't have this kind of emotion, but I hope they don't see me like this. I didn't do anything."

"You don't want to be envied and jealous."

"Yes, I lost my parents, the person I wanted to play with has left me, I am an outlier in this world. But because the person I propose to also happens to like me, I have to bear the feelings that should not be imposed on me at all ..."

"You don't want to be in the limelight? But you're a cellist, what do you think when you're on stage?"

"I don't get on stage to be watched. I want to be a cello player, but that's not the same thing as being famous and being watched...When I'm playing, it's just me and my instrument. I can make music wherever I am Health, confirming my own existence...but lately, I feel that music doesn't seem to be that important...since they had a car accident."

Que Yun's chest felt congested.

He can empathize with whoever is speaking, let alone himself.

He has lost too much, but he has to stand in front of the stage under scrutiny because of what he has again.

He originally thought that the cello was the most important thing to him, but if he could exchange all of it for time with his family, he would definitely exchange it immediately.

Fate seemed to be playing a joke on him.

Speaking of which, Que Yun put his hand on his forehead and said softly, "I don't even know, why did you agree to my marriage proposal?"

Love adds color to art, and Que Yun didn't want to seek the reason, but from the contents of the recorder, he was eager to know the answer.

I can understand that if you are indifferent, sometimes it seems that you are in your heart, and sometimes you are treated as air, or you feel neglected.

Because no matter how you look at it, Wu Yunyi seems to think work is more important than Que Yun.

He also fell into the vortex of emotion, such an uneasy situation, only those who have been deeply involved in it know.

So he is indeed... in love with Wu Yunyi.

"Earlier."

Wu Yunyi's voice came to my ears, and slowly sounded in the darkness: "When we first met, I will never forget that day."

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