After rebirth, I got hypermemory

Rong Yu supported his head, the severe headache did not relieve at all, he stood up and walked into the bedroom, bent down to open the drawer of the bedside table, took out a medicine box, took out a light blue paper medicine box from it, squeezed out two white pills The pill is dropped into the mouth.

At first, I tried to swallow it forcefully, but failed. The small pill got stuck in my throat, and the sour and bitter taste filled my mouth.

He hurried to grab a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator in the kitchen, raised his head and drank a few gulps, and sent the medicine in.

Not only did he have a headache, but he was also dizzy and nauseous, as if he was dangling on the cusp of a storm, making him unable to walk a step.Rong Yu leaned against the refrigerator, and stayed there with his head down for about 10 minutes. The effect of the medicine slowly came up, and the headache and dizziness subsided.

The medicine would relieve the headache and make him feel better, but it would not cure his hyperamnesia.

Rong Yu will always be entangled with his own memory, whether it is good or bad, no matter what he wants to forget, or what he wants to remember... He can't forget anyone he has ever met No matter what he has experienced, just like he said "scroll" to Yan Xiao in the previous life just now, when he gets sick, he will be unable to distinguish between memories and reality.

Rong Yu sat back on the sofa in the living room, took out his mobile phone and opened the address book, and found the phone number of his psychiatrist Bai Jinwei. Just as he was about to click his thumb down, the door of the room was kicked open with a "clang".

The phone almost fell from his hand, Rong Yu sighed, "Old An, do you have a grudge against the door or something? Take care of the door of your own dormitory."

An Yuan walked in with both hands full, carrying four large supermarket plastic bags bulging in his hands, "Hey, isn't there something I can do? I can't let you, a patient in a car accident, open the door for me. Is Boss Kun coming? pass?"

"Well, he's here, he just left." Rong Yu stood up, went to meet him, and reached out to take the big bag in An Yuan's hand.

"Hey, don't, don't, it's a bit heavy." An Yuan hid and went to the kitchen.

Rong Yu followed behind him, "What are these things?"

"Daily necessities, food, snacks, staple food, milk, etc." An Yuan put the big bag on the stove.

"Why do you buy so many vegetables? Who does it? Neither of us knows." Rong Yu picked up a box of eggs and glanced at the expiration date.

"Xia Kuancheng will do it." An Yuan began to pack the big bags.

"Brother Kuan is coming?" Rong Yu put the eggs back into the plastic bag, "Great, we have something to eat."

"Hey——" An Yuan glared at him, "Why did you put the eggs back again? You'll have to take them out..."

"Oh." Rong Yu took out the box of eggs again and handed it to An Yuan.

An Yuan took the egg and put it away, "Oh, you can go sit there, it won't help you at all. Sit still and don't move around, your leave is only three days, so don't move."

"You're wrong, my leave is six days."

"Why six days? Who approved the leave?" An Yuan asked.

"Kuntai gifted me another three days." Rong Yu replied.

An Yuan twitched the corners of his mouth at Rong Yu pretending to be envious, "Tsk tsk tsk, we are all so busy that we are going crazy, and the director even gave you three days off, it is really unreasonable."

"Then let me go to the province and Taiwan for closed training."

"Training? Isn't the training in Taiwan Province a paid vacation? One-third of the time is in class, and two-thirds of the time is in scenic spots. Oops, I can't do it. I'm going to be jealous. Go away, I The furnace is burning..." An Yuan said.

"I trade with you?" Rong Yu said.

An Yuan: "Can you change it? Okay, change it, I'll go to the training, you go to direct the next few variety shows, anyway, you can do this stuff."

Rong Yu: "Forget it, I'll go to training. I can't do your job."

"Is there anything you can't do? You can definitely do it." An Yuan leaned over and said.

"I can't do it," Rong Yu took a step back, "I looked at those people anxiously."

An Yuan laughed in agreement, and gently pushed Rong Yu, "Where are you not in a hurry? It's all the same. Hey, you hurry up and sit and lie down, don't always stand, it is not conducive to the recovery of your neck."

Rong Yu stood by the side without moving, watching with lowered eyes as An Yuan took out the contents of the plastic bag one by one, and put them in the cupboard, on the stove, in the refrigerator... An Yuan turned his head, "Why are you still standing here? Want me to help you to the sofa?"

This scene seemed to coincide with a piece of memory again, Rong Yu closed his eyes hard, turned back to his eyes, and pointed at a box of red tomatoes in a concealed manner, "I'll make a dish later, cold tomato salad."

"What tomato salad?" An Yuan asked.

"It's candied tomatoes." Rong Yu explained, "Chop the tomatoes into pieces, sprinkle some sugar, and call them cold tomatoes."

An Yuan rolled his eyes at him, "Hey, what else do you do besides cold salad? Now even cutting a tomato is called a dish?"

"Everything can be served cold, and cold salad is the soul of Chinese cuisine." Rong Yu left a sentence.

"Which country's cuisine? Don't insult our Chinese cuisine, but also the soul... cold salad is the soul of a person like you who can't cook," An Yuan gave him a contemptuous and helpless expression, "You don't have to make this dish, you can just wait and eat. Xia Kuancheng will be here in a while. He just called me. These dishes are all bought according to the list he gave. Don't waste his tomatoes gone."

"No, I will do it." Rong Yu insisted.

"Okay, okay, here you go, I can only waste this one," An Yuan peeled off the plastic wrap on the plastic box, and stuffed Rong Yu a tomato, "We don't mind if you eat it yourself."

Rong Yu stared at the tomato in his hand, very dissatisfied with Anyuan's attitude at the moment, but he couldn't refute it. The cold salad was already the greatest sincerity and ability he could show in the field of housework. A person who can't even cover an innocent person.

This can't be blamed on him, Rong Yu, the young owner of Lingbo Village in the previous life, was a noble man who didn't touch the spring water with his fingers. He ate, slept, bathed and changed his clothes. No matter what he did, there were servants lined up to serve him no matter what he did.

The young owner of Lingbo Village can't do these small daily things. His slender and flexible hands are the most magical objects in the world, just like the pen that can make the finishing touch, and can make the most delicate and fierce mechanism arrows.The sects of all parties fought over their heads and wanted Rong Yu to help him design and manufacture a peerless weapon.

The hands that were regarded as treasures in the world in the previous life are now playing with tomatoes in boredom.

"Ding dong ding dong" sounded three times outside the door.

"The doorbell is ringing," An Yuan finished cleaning up, turned on the faucet and washed the handle, turned around and saw Rong Yu turning the tomato into a bright red flower in his hand, admiring it for a few seconds, "It should be Xia Kuancheng I'm going to open the door."

When Xia Kuancheng walked in, Rong Yu was already lying on the imperial concubine's couch at the far end of the sofa. There was no place to rest his neck and long legs with the collar on. awkward posture.

After entering the door, he put his backpack on the side cabinet in the entrance. Xia Kuancheng lowered his head to change his slippers, "I'll have someone take your car to a 4S shop for repairs. If you need to use your car these days, just take mine."

Rong Yu: "Okay, I'll tell you if I want to use the car, I probably won't be able to use it."

"Xiao Yu, isn't it uncomfortable for you to lie on your stomach like this? You can't lie on your stomach like this." Xia Kuancheng walked in, sat next to Rong Yu, and helped him to support his shoulders.

"Then how?" Rong Yu closed his eyes.

"You have to stand upright. Standing upright is good for the recovery of the neck." Xia Kuancheng said.

"I can't stand it up, I'm tired, I didn't sleep much last night."

Xia Kuancheng paused with his hand, and pressed the other side, "Didn't you take your medicine last night?"

"I didn't take it last night. I didn't bring any medicine with me. I put the medicine in the car. But I took two pills just now." Rong Yu said.

An Yuan grabbed three bottles of mineral water, threw one bottle away, and sat down on the edge of the sofa, "Mr. Rong, you didn't fall asleep last night? Why didn't you tell me? I'll go buy you some medicine. Is it sleeping pills? It’s not good to take too much of that thing, but in our line of work, insomnia is almost an occupational disease.”

Rong Yu opened his eyes, "I can't wake you up just because of your snoring."

"I'm snoring again?" An Yuan took a sip of mineral water, "I must be working too hard, the burden of life has overwhelmed my snoring." As he spoke, he got up from the ground again, "I'm going to cook the rice Oh, I just forgot, I'm in charge of cooking, Lao Xia, you do the cooking." Then he pointed to the person lying on his stomach, "He's in charge of cutting a tomato."

Xia Kuancheng smiled, "Okay, I can do it, even if you don't cook, I'll do it later."

"Oh, that's no good, I can't be worse than a tomato cutter." After yelling, An Yuan wandered away.

When An Yuan entered the kitchen, Rong Yu closed his eyes again, "Brother Kuan, press the back of my head for me too, it's uncomfortable."

Xia Kuancheng gently covered her with his big hand and rubbed it, "Should you go to see Bai Jinwei for a follow-up visit? Once every two months, the time is up, right?"

"Well, I'm planning to contact her, let's go after a few days, after I take off the collar." Rong Yu replied.

After a while, Rong Yu asked, "Brother Kuan, have you reconciled with Sister Bai?"

"Ah?" Xia Kuancheng asked subconsciously, and immediately realized, "Oh, we're reconciled."

"Really reconciled?" Rong Yu stretched his arms and sat up.

Xia Kuancheng's hand stopped in the air, "Well, what's wrong? Don't believe we're reconciled?"

"It's not that I don't believe it," Rong Yu shook his long legs, "Anyway, you two are in a strange relationship, and you don't even date."

"We still have to report to you on our date, waiting for your approval, right?" Xia Kuancheng laughed.

"That's not necessary, just notify me of the marriage, I'll be the best man, and I'll give you a big red envelope." Rong Yu grinned and pulled a scratch on his face, and quickly covered his face with his hands, unable to smile up.

Xia Kuancheng didn't answer the topic, turned his head to look at Rong Yu, stood up and walked to the kitchen, "You rest, I'll cook."

"Okay," Rong Yu said, "Don't put onion, ginger and garlic."

"I know." Xia Kuancheng didn't turn his head.

After An Yuan cooked the rice, he answered the phone and went to the balcony to talk on the phone.

The sound of hot oil stinging came from the kitchen, and the smell of hot oil and spicy hot pot also wafted out. Rong Yu sniffed, stood up with his hands on his back, found the TV remote control in the closet, and pressed it. I pressed the red power button on the top, selected the Minsheng Economic Channel, and sat back on the sofa to watch the news.

There was a news broadcast on the TV that the surrogate driver had a car accident on the way to receive the order.

The insurance compensation after the accident has caused controversy among all parties. Whether the platform company has established a complete protection system for part-time drivers has aroused discussions among experts, scholars, and the public. Of course, it is no surprise that it has attracted Rong Yu attention.

When the three of them were eating together, Rong Yu mentioned this matter and said that he was going to see what the working environment of a substitute driver was like.

"What do you mean by taking a look?" Xia Kuancheng stopped his chopsticks by the bowl and looked at him.

"Be a substitute driver and experience it for yourself," Rong Yu said.

"Old Rong, can't you come back and help me with the program? You are from our culture and sports department." An Yuan objected, "Besides, you don't have time to be a substitute driver, don't you want to go to training soon?"

"I'm still on vacation, and the training is six days away." Rong Yu picked out a piece of shredded beef, threw it into his mouth, and chewed.

An Yuan looked at Rong Yu, who lowered his eyelids and ate vegetables, chewing slowly.An Yuan exhaled, "Xia Kuancheng, don't you care about your brother?"

Xia Kuancheng picked up a porcelain spoon to scoop up a spoonful of yellow stewed eggs, and put it in Rong Yu's bowl, "I don't have the skills, I can't control it."

Rong Yu also picked up the spoon.A spoonful of bright red tomatoes stained with white sugar particles was put into the porcelain plate in front of Xia Kuancheng, and then another spoonful was put into Anyuan's porcelain plate.

Xia Kuancheng picked up a slice of tomato and threw it into his mouth. After swallowing, he picked up another slice.

"Is it delicious?" Rong Yu asked.

"Well, it's sweet and sour, and tastes good." Xia Kuancheng said.

An Yuan also ate two slices, "It's mainly because I bought tomatoes well."

Rong Yu didn't hear what the two people said in the back, and silently put the rice in his mouth, the familiar scene made him sink into the memory again.

In the previous life, that handsome young man in purple and black robe took him by the hand, took him to a deep mountain, and asked him to wait at the foot of the mountain.

The young man flew up the cliff, picked a fruit that he didn't know what it was, and handed it to him, his black eyes filled with bright stars, "Brother Rong Yu, you must have never eaten this, only that vine has it, and it has been eaten for a year." It bears fruit only once, but it’s delicious, try it.”

Mr. Rong, who was dressed in white and snowy, frowned slightly, "Is it clean?"

"Ah? It's quite clean." The boy held up the red fruit and looked at the sun, "I'll wash it for you."

After speaking, he ran to the other side of the cliff, washed the fruit carefully by the waterfall rushing down from the top of the mountain, then ran back, held the fruit in front of Young Master Rong, "washed clean."

Rong Yu took it and tentatively took a small bite.

"Is it delicious?" The boy blinked, his thick eyelashes fluttering in anticipation.

"Well, it's sweet and sour, and it tastes good." Rong Yu nodded, and a pair of beautiful peach eyes were instantly filled with pink and sweet flowers.