When I woke up, I lost my memory

In the bright and clean office, Nangong Nian put one hand on the arm of the chair, looking at the small garden outside the house.

She did not rent an office in a high-rise, but chose to open in a low-rise, after all, most of her clients take the elevator every day.

The place close to the ground is less prone to dizziness, and the vigilance is lowered, so it is convenient to open the heart.

On the other end of the phone, Que Yun said that he and Wu Yunyi had already heard three-fifths of the content in the recorder.

"I'm fine." Que Yun said with a smile in his voice.

This was beyond Nangong Nian's expectation.

The object of treatment was of course Que Yun, but she also felt that Wu Yunyi needed outside intervention.

In contemporary society, everyone needs someone to confide in. If you don't realize this and keep your words in your heart, you will eventually be crushed.

Nangong's father once performed hypnotherapy on Wu Yunyi, which happened when Wu Yunyi was a teenager.After he was picked up by his mother's family, he suffered from aphasia.

Not physical, but psychological factors.The people over there sought medical treatment to no avail, so they found Nangong's family, who was familiar with Wu Yunyi's mother.

My father thought of a lot of ways, and finally Wu Yunyi opened the mouth, so I don't know if the treatment will work.

At that time, Wu Yunyi was extremely wary.But this is not his way of life, but the result of being educated since childhood.

Nangong Nian was very sure that if he hadn't met Que Yun, Wu Yunyi would have gone in the direction of his aunt sooner or later, and now it's hard to guarantee that he would go crazy.

How patient he was in front of Que Yun, how cruel he was when facing others.

Now that Que Yun's situation has stabilized, I also hope that Wu Yunyi can treat Que Yun honestly.She didn't think of the time to introduce a marriage counselor to the two of them.

What's more, Ryan's birthday party is coming up.The Countess Margaret wanted to mess with her, so she had to start acting.

"Okay, then, contact me anytime if you have anything to do." Nangong Nian put down the phone and dialed Xue Shijia's number instead.

On the other end of the phone, Xue Shijia was on his way to meet Que Yun.

Seeing the caller ID on the screen, he didn't want to answer the call.He's kind of tired of the woman acting like she can help everyone.

"I know." As soon as he picked up the phone, Xue Shijia said: "I will practice hard and not show my flaws."

"Well, the party is this week." On the other end, Nangong Nian continued, "Please."

She put down the phone as soon as she spoke, and didn't give Xue Shijia a chance to say a second sentence at all.

It was so cold, Xue Shijia's hand fell on the seat, as if nothing happened that night.

But how could he take the initiative to give in!

He made an appointment with Que Yun to meet at the piano room near the apartment, and when he opened the door, Que Yun was already sitting on the piano bench.

The curtains are half drawn, the cello is set aside, and he is massaging his wrists.

Somehow, a discordant note flashed in Xue Shijia's mind.

"Are you uncomfortable? Did you practice too much behind my back?" He walked in.

Four days a week is actually not much, but he remembered that when Que Yun was studying, he rubbed his wrists for a while, and his condition was not very good.

Que Yun raised his head to see him coming, and smiled.

"It's okay." He put down his hand and spread out the score on the music stand: "I think there are still some problems here—"

Xue Shijia stepped forward to read the score, Que Yun's words entered his ears, but he didn't seem to listen.

He said that the person he respects the most is Que Yun, which is not false at all.

There are less than ten students in a school year, and they all want to become top performers. Although there are two or three people who can achieve their wishes, most of them go to other places.

Que Yun was different.

His performance is outstanding, but he finds a different way, does not participate in the competition, does not strive to stay in school, and does not enter school.

What he loves is music itself.

Xue Shijia knew that he would never learn this simplicity, so he admired it, so he had a good impression.

He remembered what he said when he was half drunk, and he still thinks about it now.

"It's not worth it." Xue Shijia said.

Que Yun just picked up the piano from the ground, and looked at him with a pair of eyes. Under this untainted gaze, Xue Shijia felt even more disturbed.

"Brother Yun, you also know that no matter how well you play, you will never be recognized. Those conservative old men will never really accept you!"

Xue Shijia struck a chord heavily.

"Why do you need to perform on stage for them! You and I are just tools to entertain them."

"Didn't you propose to play a duet with me?" Que Yun asked.

Xue Shijia: "...that is..."

That was Nangong Nian's suggestion.

From his piano sound, Xue Shijia could hear it.

I'm afraid I haven't touched the piano for a long time, no matter how much I practice, I'm still a little rusty.

It can make Que Yun, who loves music, stop practicing the piano. Looking at the scars on his hands, one can know how much torture he has suffered after getting married.

His manager has also repeatedly reminded that classical music was originally created to satisfy employers, and it is still far from popular culture.

Don't get too close to someone who isn't in the same league, especially someone who has everything, because they can't be in the same position as the other person.

Even if the other party loves music deeply, these performers will eventually be left behind.And I don't know how long it will take to wait to become a master and be recognized.

So from the very beginning, you should not give your heart.

"I didn't play for them." Que Yun paused, "It's for myself and those who care about me."

Although he felt a little hurt after knowing Gretel's true attitude towards him, he didn't care about her approval.

Maybe he used to want to do it, but now, seeing the scars on his body, he decided to only think about him and the people he cares about.

Others, it doesn't matter at all.

"Does the person who cares about you include your husband?" Xue Shijia asked.

A trace of surprise flashed in Que Yun's eyes, then he nodded: "I think so."

Xue Shijia didn't say more.

When facing someone you like, you will always subconsciously add a halo to the other person.

He felt that he could understand, but he couldn't do it. He was a person trapped by the world, while Que Yun was a person who had broken free.

After the practice, Xue Shijia and Que Yun went to the apartment together.

Earlier, Que Yun asked him if he wanted to sit upstairs, but Xue Shijia felt that he was not qualified, so he naturally had various reasons to refuse.

After two times, Que Yun also understood, so he stopped asking.

Xue Shijia has no intention of going further, as long as he sees Que Yun is good, he will be satisfied.

As dusk approached, he saw the lights on the floor where Que Yun was, before turning around to leave.

A car came slowly from the street and stopped on the side of the road. Xue Shijia looked over and rolled down the window.

Through the open car window, a person's profile was exposed.Xue Shijia stopped and looked over motionlessly.

Wu Yunyi, he had a face-to-face meeting with this man.

A few years ago, after performing with Que Yun on the street, he went to Que Yun's house.I heard that he lived with another person, who was regarded as a creditor and took him in temporarily.

At that time, Xue Shijia didn't think much about it, but thought that this person named Wu Yunyi was very kind.

He met Wu Yunyi at the door of Que Yun's house, the man shook hands with him, there was no emotion on his face, but Xue Shijia always felt weird.

Thinking about it now, it was probably his intuition.

It's basically close to the water, and it's the first to strike.When he was studying, he and Que Yun slept in the same bed. If he had known that Que Yun and men could do it, he would have long ago—

Xue Shijia didn't show hostility towards Wu Yunyi at all, maybe he didn't notice it himself, but Wu Yunyi in the car could see it clearly.

Emotionally, I am not at ease either.

"Have a drink?" He said to Xue Shijia.

The young man was a little surprised, probably because he was estimating how he would be treated, and he might have even thought about the worst outcome.

"Not far." Wu Yunyi said: "You have something to say about A Yun."

Xue Shijia was really thinking about which side Wu Yunyi was from.Then he thought of Que Yun's expression just now.

It turned out that when thinking of Wu Yunyi, Que Yun would show that kind of appearance, which he had never seen before.

"Ah, there is something wrong." Xue Shijia walked around to the other side, faster than the driver opened the door and sat in.

He stared sideways at Wu Yunyi: "It's also related to you."