After amnesia, the prospective ex-wife is a little wrong

In the summer when I was nine years old, the weather was as hot as it is now.

The air conditioner was probably broken, and it kept making a "squeaky" sound. Lu Jiaren couldn't sleep because of the noise, and the air in the bedroom was also heavy. She had to get up and wanted to go to the kitchen to find a glass of water.

She was afraid of waking up her mother and being reprimanded, so she had to tiptoe along the dark corridor. The mansion was silent in the early morning, wrapped in a quiet, dark haze.When Lu Jiaren reached the end of the stairs, he suddenly heard a slight "creak".

The voice came from the end of the corridor. After the door opened, the people inside slowly came out.

Lu Jiaren recognized that it was her father. The father was dressed neatly and was carrying a suitcase in his hand. When he saw his daughter, Father Lu was obviously taken aback.

Neither father nor daughter spoke. After a long time, the father seemed to smile at her apologetically. Immediately afterwards, he picked up the suitcase again and walked downstairs without looking back.

He never came back.

The air in the room became more sluggish and viscous, and it was almost suffocating. Just when Lu Jiaren felt that his whole body was about to burn, he gently touched her forehead with one hand.

She opened her eyes amidst the soft comfort, and saw Zhen Zhen's gentle face.

"You're dreaming." Seeing Lu Jiaren's confused face, Zhen Zhen smiled at her. She withdrew her hand from her forehead, got up and picked up the water glass from the bedside table, "Come and drink some water."

It was the chamomile tea that she put here specially before going to bed. The faint aroma was lingering. Lu Jiaren was fed two sips of water in a trance, and only then felt his thirsty throat moisten.

Zhen Zhen checked the temperature and humidity on the central control panel again, and then turned off the light again. As soon as she lay back on the pillow, she felt a pair of soft arms wrapped around her.

She stretched out her arms to hug the person who got into her quilt, and asked softly, "Aren't you afraid of the heat again?"

Lu Jiaren doesn't sleep well, he always likes to move around, he will feel hot after a few minutes of tossing, and he will take a long time to fall asleep after being coaxed.At this time, she was lying quietly in her arms, with one arm around her waist and coquettishly said: "You have to hug her when you are hot."

This seems to be a very novel experience. After being awakened from a nightmare, in the early morning of midsummer, there is a dark and hazy twilight outside the window, but this time it is not only loneliness, but also another warm embrace.

Zhen Zhen didn't ask Lu Jiaren what she dreamed about, she turned sideways to make room for Lu Jiaren to rest comfortably on her shoulder, raised her free hand, and patted her back lightly, trying to coax her to sleep with.

"Where did you learn this skill of coaxing children?" Lu Jiaren asked her with a smile.

Zhen Zhen also smiled: "I don't remember... Maybe I saw other people's mothers doing this, maybe it was my aunt, or maybe someone else. In the first two years, I often had nightmares, and I couldn't sleep. When I dare to fall asleep, I just pat myself like this...it still works, doesn't it?"

She said it very lightly, as if it was a memory that was not worth mentioning, but Lu Jiaren felt a little sad when she heard it, she squeezed into Zhen Zhen's arms, and hugged her back comfortingly: "Then next time you have a nightmare, tell me Me, I'll pat you too."

"After being with you, I haven't had any more nightmares." Zhen Zhen smiled lowly, leaned over and kissed Lu Jiaren's hair, "And knowing you are by my side makes me feel at ease."

Hearing these words, Lu Jiaren seemed to be silent for a while, and just when Zhen Zhen thought she was about to fall asleep, she heard a muffled voice coming from her arms.

"I don't want to visit my father in the hospital."

This sentence should have been held back in Lu Jiaren's heart for a long time, and now she finally said it, after she finished saying this sentence, she moved a little uneasy: "...Maybe you will think that I am too much, but I really don't want to go. "

Everything in the world probably has some strange regrets, such as the current situation of her and Zhen Zhen.Zhen Zhen's parents loved her so much, but they left her early. On Lu Jiaren's side, she obviously has a pair of healthy parents, but they don't seem to love her that much.

It takes courage to speak out the dark side of the heart, especially when facing one's lover, it will be unbearable to show it, just like breaking the image of oneself in the other's heart with one's own hands. After saying this sentence, Lu Jiaren's heart is unconsciously a little suspenseful At first, she wasn't sure if Zhen Zhen could understand this idea.

Zhen Zhen didn't react as violently as she expected. She just thought about it quietly and replied, "I believe you have your own reasons. If you don't want to go, don't force yourself."

Then she asked a little worriedly: "It's just on the mother's side, do you need me to explain it for you?"

She remembered that Lu Jiaren was always a little trembling in front of Mrs. Lu, if Mrs. Lu knew her thoughts, it might not be so easy to compromise.

Lu Jiaren shook his head: "I'll go and tell her myself."

Being able to tell Zhen Zhen her thoughts, she already felt like she had let go of some kind of burden, smelling the familiar fragrance in her arms, Lu Jiaren yawned, and unconsciously fell asleep again in this soft atmosphere.

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"What stupid things are you saying? I will never agree."

Compared with Zhen Zhen's indifference, Mrs. Lu's reaction was obviously much more intense. Her carefully drawn eyebrows frowned in displeasure, and she put the coffee cup heavily on the coffee table.

This is the Lu family's mansion located in the mid-level area. The servants did not dare to show their air. They tiptoed along the wall and evacuated from the living room to avoid being affected by the dispute between the masters. Madam Lu lost her temper and waved dissatisfactorily. A well-trained male assistant immediately stepped forward to massage her temples to relieve her emotions.

"Lu Jiaren, that's your father," Mrs. Lu continued, "and he is dying now, as his relatives, we should visit him at the hospital bed, otherwise, what do you want others to think of you? "

Lu Jiaren has been numb to hearing these remarks since she was a child. She stroked her hair tiredly: "His relatives are not limited to us, so why bother to go there? His sons and daughters may still think that we are here to fight for you." heritage."

Mrs. Lu sneered: "I think he has a little bit of inheritance?"

She waved away the assistant, stared at her daughter's face and asked word by word: "Remember one thing for me, your surname is Lu, and you are the eldest daughter of the Lu family! No matter how arrogant those cats and dogs are, only you are Your daddy's best daughter!"

"But I'm not the daughter he wants!"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly froze, Madam Lu's face changed, and she stood up subconsciously: "Lu Jiaren, do you dare to say something in front of mother?"

Lu Jiaren bit her lower lip tightly, and stood in the middle of the living room with her eyelashes drooping.

Just when this embarrassing silence was about to break out, a servant ran over quickly. She struggled against the tense air in the room and said quickly: "Madam, Miss, Mr. Zhen is here."

Mrs. Lu's clenched hand suddenly loosened.

A burst of familiar footsteps came towards them. Hearing this sound, Lu Jiaren turned his head and saw that Zhen Zhen had entered the living room. She was still wearing the formal dress she had when she went out in the morning. She nodded politely to Mrs. Lu: " Mother."

Immediately afterwards, she walked over to Lu Jiaren very naturally, and when her eyes fell on her reddened eye sockets, she paused for a moment, and then took her hand.

"It's getting late, I'm here to pick Jiaren home." She said seriously, "Let's say goodbye first."

For Zhen Zhen, who has always been polite and considerate, this behavior was almost regarded as a strong resistance. Mrs. Lu raised her eyebrows unexpectedly: "Xiao Zhen, are you spoiling her a bit?"

She put on a serious expression: "This child told me just now that she won't go to the hospital to visit her father. Listen to what this is called? There is no basic etiquette and upbringing. If others hear this, they will say that I am I don't know how to teach my daughter, and I don't want to embarrass her in front of you, but this matter is really... really too much."

What Madam Lu didn't expect was that Zhen Zhen didn't seem to be moved by her words. She looked calm and said calmly, "Mother, I don't think Jiaren would say that for no reason. You asked her Is there a reason?"

"I don't need to listen to her explanation! No matter why, she has to go to the hospital." Mrs. Lu frowned, "Why are you so confused? If this gets out, what will others think of you two..."

Zhen Zhen smiled gently: "I believe Jiaren has her reasons, why can't you listen to her first?"

"Because she doesn't need me to have ideas." Lu Jiaren said softly, "Mom, all you need is me to accompany you to complete this 'show'. You never care about my mood, nor do you really care about your father's illness. Because everything you do is to prove that we have not lost."

"But we are not the ones who did the wrong thing. Why do we have to make such a pointless proof for someone who left?"

She knew from a very young age that her parents' marriage was not like the fairy tales she had read, full of beautiful imaginations.His father was the young master of a big family, but he was obsessed with art. Later, under the arrangement of his elders, he married his mother who was from the same famous family and graduated from the London School of Art.

This was supposed to be a well-matched marriage, but in reality it was not. My father didn't like his mother who was raised as a standard lady, and even when his mother became more and more famous, he despised this kind of "commercial stink" even more. creative style.

Faced with her husband's disdain, Mrs. Lu worked harder to create, and the husband and wife did not agree with each other, and gradually became enemies living under the same roof.

Finally, when Lu Jiaren was nine years old, his father developed a relationship with his female model and agreed to a divorce with his mother.

This is not uncommon in big families. The only difference is that Mrs. Lu requested that the divorce agreement not be made public.

She continued to socialize under the title of Mrs. Lu, and continued to live in this cold and gorgeous mansion that had long been lost to people. She was very paranoid to prove her husband's blindness.

The artist's wife with a superior background, and her beautiful and intelligent daughter, she is almost strict with herself and Lu Jiaren, living an exquisite model of life, so that when others talk about their down-and-out husband, they can say the phrase "he has to What a pity." commented.

How much regret should I have?Such a perfect and outstanding wife and daughter are like shining pearls on the altar, reminding the man all the time that all of this originally belonged to him, if he hadn't made such a stupid decision.

Lu Jiaren didn't know if her father regretted it, but since the night when she was nine years old, when her father walked past her without hesitation and left her young daughter behind with the cold mansion, she hated him.

After my father left, my mother became even busier. She was often away from home for many days, but every time she came back, the atmosphere at home would become tense, and everything was a silent test: dining etiquette, homework exam papers, piano oil paintings ... Lu Jiaren felt extremely trembling at this time, feeling that he was being punished.

What made her even more sad was her mother's comment. Madam Lu put on that gorgeous face, full of disgust: "Why are you as ignorant as your father?"

Mrs. Lu has been a big lady since she was born, flying all over the world to hold exhibitions, attend receptions, and socialize with all kinds of high-class people. She thinks that raising a daughter is like ordering bags at Hermès. If you tell your needs and swipe enough credit, you can get the products you want.

"What I want to say is that the reason why he left was not because we were not good enough." Lu Jiaren's voice was a little trembling, perhaps because she had never confessed such thoughts to Mrs. Lu, nervously but extremely firmly Said, "He just doesn't want us."

"So, I don't want him either."

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This chapter is Xiao Lu's life story.