Calculation rules for second-hand goods and second-hand forces

"What, what did you just call me?" The pale young man in the intensive care ward looked at the man in suit and leather shoes inexplicably.

"Ah Fu." With a nonchalant expression in his suit and leather shoes, he tugged the tie on the white shirt inside, and sat down on the edge of the hospital bed unceremoniously, "Zhao Afu, don't pretend to have amnesia with me, this kind of drama is now It's long gone."

"Who are you calling?" The man on the hospital bed laughed out loud. Where did the wild man come here, and no one knew who he was, he was here to recognize his relatives.

Zhao Afu?This kind of name is only given by country bumpkins now, right?

"my name is……"

My name is obviously...

Yes……

Yes……

What is it?Huh.

My heart was terribly chilled.

The face of the man in the suit suddenly zoomed in before his eyes: "Zhao Afu."

The man in the bandage flicked reflexively in fright, and almost fell off the bed.

Before waking up to find that my whole body was in pain, completely wrapped in bandages like a cocoon, it was enough to collapse, and I didn't even know what happened.

How did it become like this, by whom, when.No impression at all.

What happened, could it be that he was murdered in a dream?

White coat: "What do you remember?"

He was in a daze: "..." There was nothing in his mind.

White coat: "What's your home address?"

His eyes were dull: "..." His mind was short-circuited, and he couldn't think of it for a while... Try to think again.

Never really forget it.

Ten minutes later, the attending doctor who called himself Qi Han called the man in suit who was said to be his savior.

The man in the suit kicked in the door, and after seeing the "who are you" expression on his face, he raised an eyebrow, and laughed mockingly or taking pleasure in other's misfortunes: "Ah Fu, are you awake?"

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Seeing the man on the hospital bed holding his head, curling up his body and the quilt together into a poo-like appearance, the man in the suit couldn't help but wrinkled his beautiful eyebrows, "Ah Fu, there shouldn't be anything wrong with you. right?"

Hearing what the man in the suit said, the bandaged man who was still in a sluggish state jumped up from the bed like a conditioned reflex and pointed at the man in the suit and yelled, "Bless your size, you can use this SB again!" Call me by name and I'll hurry with you!"

The man in the suit froze for a moment, then stretched out a finger: "How much is this?"

The man on the hospital bed gave him a blank look: "Crazy. Think I'm an idiot?"

A malicious smile floated on the face of the man in the suit, "Then tell me who I am?"

"..." The man on the hospital bed looked at the slender man in front of him, with arrogance flying between his brows, his narrow and lone eyes, well-dressed man with an evil expression, racked his brains for a long time, from left to right, and then from right Thinking of Zuo, and considering his skin quality and other factors---only one conclusion can be drawn: he should not be more than 30 years old!

But... who is he?

After confirming that he didn't know the man in the suit at all, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said coldly: "Sir, you have mistaken the person, I don't know you, let alone the Zhao Hefu you know."

This guy must be mistaken!

That is, how could he be called Zhao Afu.Damn it.The whole thing is a name that was fished out of the ravine.

As a result, the smirk on the man's face froze in an instant as if he couldn't finish it.

So, the conclusion is -

"You've lost your memory." The attending doctor, who looked very young but wanted to put on a serious look, looked at the man on the hospital bed, holding a notebook in one hand, and tapping the edge of the bed with a pen in the other. The iron fence, said four words lightly.

"Residual blood clots in the brain have suppressed certain cranial nerves, which may be one of the causes of amnesia." Half a day added.

"How, how is it possible..." Laughing, could such a bloody plot happen to him?Unless Qin Shihuang was resurrected, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty would call him Daddy.

"Then do you remember your name now?" The doctor pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose with a calm face.

"..." The man in the bandage on the hospital bed struggled, "But, maybe it's just a temporary fragment of memory loss..." There seems to be such a plot in a certain bloody movie.

After a serious illness, the brain cannot function for a while, and some data will be temporarily lost. It is said that it can be recovered quickly, which is not really amnesia.

He still remembers the name of that movie, it's called...

A sudden fright ---

what do you say that is?

Doctor Shi Shiran laughed: "Then what's your mother's name?"

The man on the hospital bed widened his eyes, thought for a full 5 minutes, and finally fell limp on the quilt.

After seven days.

"Hey, let's go. I've been discharged from the hospital." Yan Luoqing kicked the man sitting beside the bed with a sluggish face. Seeing that he still had a wandering expression, she couldn't help but twitched, "Zhao Afu, do you think this is a free hotel? ? If you are not willing to leave, you can pay for it yourself."

"Don't call me Zhao Afu!" The man next to the bed jumped up, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

Yan Luoqing showed a smirk again: "Want to play foreign style? Ah Fu Zhao?"

Zhao Afu sat back depressed, his face like toilet paper: "Tell me about my life experience again."

Yan Luoqing's smirk turned into disgust: "I'm not used to repeating a sentence more than seven times."

Zhao Afu raised his head, his eyes were watery like an abandoned puppy: "What about my parents? Why don't you come and see me?"

Those eyes were so watery that Yan Luoqing couldn't bear to look at them, so she suppressed her anger and said tirelessly: "It is said that they are a pair of prostitutes, your mother gave birth to you and your father doesn't recognize you and your mother can't afford you, so you two They were thrown at the gate of the orphanage when they were young, and their whereabouts are still unknown. The orphanage was called the Happiness Welfare Institute, and it closed down 5 years ago due to lack of funds in the poor world. That’s it, OK?”

"Then my job...?"

"After graduating from high school, I worked as a cleaner, a car washer, and a dishwashing worker. Then I tried to borrow money from usury to start my own business, but my property was taken away by scammers. I have been unemployed for half a year now!" Yan Luoqing finally couldn't bear to drag him out, roaring, "Damn, what can I do in this life? If you meet my Buddha, you will be content, you, get out of here honestly!"

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"..." Zhao Afu shook his hands and looked carefully at the pile of ID cards that Yan Luoqing threw to him, high school graduation certificate, bathing certificate and even swimming certificate... and fell to the ground in disbelief.

Is what the surname Yan said true?

He, surnamed Zhao, named Ah Fu, is 25 years old, lost his parents when he was young, has a high school education, and is jobless.

how come……

Even though he feels so superior to himself, he is actually a poor wretch who has nothing?

Shouldn't he be a high-society man of high birth, distinguished family, and high status?

Unbelievable!

Where's my Ferrari?my mansion?My aristocratic name?

Is the above all imagined by him?

It was as if when I woke up I lost everything.

Really nothing!

How could it be so unlucky?

What does God eat? (God yawns: who are you)

Zhao Afu lay on his back on the ground, closed his eyes, and yelled: "Fuck, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (some repeated words are omitted below)!!!!"

Suddenly, I felt a hard thing pressing on my belly, and when I opened my eyes, my head burst into veins: "Yan, you dare to step on me!"

Yan Luoqing didn't move her foot, but looked down at him condescendingly, smiled slightly, her voice was soft, but the words were obviously out of proportion to the tone, "Trash. Go two streets to the right at the gate, and then walk 800 meters, there is 50 yuan Once a chicken shop, the ring is fat, the swallows are thin, and the service is considerate. Get out if you want to fuck, don't fuck my floor."

Zhao Afu was choked and stayed for five or six seconds before realizing that he was scolding him, angrily: "You are sick!"

Yan Luoqing laughed condescendingly, and the smile became stronger, but she stepped harder: "It seems that you still can't understand the status relationship between us."

"You... didn't you say that we are classmates in high school?" Zhao Afu struggled painfully to move his feet, but felt the helplessness of the dragonfly shaking the stone pillar.

"Yes, high school classmates." Yan Luoqing said leisurely, "It's just that we are not ordinary high school classmates."

"..." Is there a distinction between ordinary and special high school students?Zhao Afu was startled.

"There is a legal relationship between us." Yan Luoqing slowly moved her foot away when he saw him calm down, "To be precise, you owe me money."

"I... I owe you money?" Zhao Xiaofu was utterly withdrawn by this sentence, "How much do you owe? Is there an IOU? Are you trying to blackmail me?"

Yan Luoqing threw a dozen receipts and hit him in the face.

Zhao Afu picked up the receipts scattered on the ground and opened them one by one.

——Borrowed [-] from Yan Luoqing today, in the name of Zhao Afu.

——Borrowed three thousand from Yan Luoqing to repair the car today, Zhao Afu.

……

Every line of writing is heavily written with its own debts.

The depression deepened in an instant. Damn, he lost his memory and just woke up, but he has to bear an inexplicable debt?In life, you think I'm easy to bully, don't you?

Yan Luoqing said: "So from now on, until the debt is paid off, you are my servant. Cooking, laundry, shopping, cleaning and mopping the floor are all under your control. And to your employer, I, I must always be grateful. Without me You won't live today either. Understand?"

Zhao Afu stood up from the ground in grief and indignation, pointed at Yan Luoqing and shouted: "It's so fussy about a little bit of money! It's still a classmate, I bah, the whole money mouse, Huang Shiren, Ximen Qing, Emperor Qin Li Shimin!"

In fact, it was just a passing word, as if it had nothing to do with Ximen Qing and Li Shimin, but what he said was like water that was spilled, and he couldn't take it back and didn't bother to take it back.After half a day, he added weakly: "At worst, I'll just find a job and pay you back slowly."

Yan Luoqing smiled Shi Shiran, as if no evil could ever be seen on her handsome face: "Oh, yes, you stayed in Jiahu for eight months and 17 days, 2888 yuan a day. Do the math yourself. Besides, before the car accident, you The 15 borrowed to repay the loan shark does not need to calculate the interest.”

Zhao Afu was choked all of a sudden: "It's so expensive! What kind of broken hospital..." There is still 15?

Yan Luoqing was still laughing, but she didn't smile on the surface: "If you didn't enter the intensive care, how could you recover so quickly? It's not bad if your brain is not broken." After a pause, he added, "Oh, I forgot, in fact, it's already gone. broken."

"..." Zhao Afu couldn't think of anything for a while, but felt so depressed that he watched Yan Luoqing walk out of the room slowly, and couldn't help but shouted: "Hello!"

The man in the suit turned his head, with some sarcasm in his eyes: "Huh?"

"I... I can't do it?" Zhao Afu said pitifully.

Looking around at this rococo-style villa, I wondered how much money it would cost to afford it.

About 300 pings, on the second floor, with a small western-style garden and intelligent security facilities.

There is still a photo of Yan Luoqing hanging on the wall at the corner of the stairs. In the photo, he is wearing a European medieval knight outfit, which is very coquettish.

Walking in circles in his own room - it is said that before the car accident, because of huge debts, he had already devoted himself to the great housekeeping industry for several months.

Very wide, a bed, a desk, a bedside table, a large wardrobe, a bathroom, and a balcony.I have everything I need.Not a bad stay.

There is also an old photo frame on the table. The person in the old photo is white and clean, with delicate features. He looks seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a high school uniform, and smiling brightly.

who.

After looking at it for a long time, I realized that I seem to have seen it somewhere...

where?

It's like looking in a mirror in a hospital bathroom...

Immediately picked up the mirror and compared it, this nose, this mouth...

Damn, I don't even recognize myself... Zhao Afu turned the photo frame upside down angrily.

He casually picked up a book on the table, read "Blue Cat's Naughty Three Thousand Questions", flipped through it, and was a little annoyed, he actually read this kind of thing before?Read it again, "Arabian Nights"! "Grimm's Fairy Tales"? ! I am also a high school graduate, so this is the level of appreciation?

Besides, Zhao Afu actually prefers Andersen.

I can still remember Andersen, it seems okay.Reassuring myself in this way, I turned around and went to the kitchen.

There is a closet full of clothes, except for suits.It seems that the surname Yan once said that he didn't like wearing suits before.

I really don't like the sanctimonious look of people in suits, just like Yan.

Zhao Afu really doesn't know who else can interpret the idiom of a beast in clothes and clothes so perfectly.

Tsk, there are some people, no matter how they look at them, they won't be pleasing to the eye.

I picked a few pieces to wear on my body, they were made of good material, and they were indescribably comfortable to wear on my body, and I knew it was a good brand without looking at them.

It's just that these clothes are a little loose on the body, and the surname Yan also said that he lost a lot of weight after living in the hospital...

Fuck, it's what that guy said...

I really don't remember anything?

Desperately searching in my mind, but there is only infinitely extending white in my mind.

Zhao Afu leaned his back against the wall to support his body, then slowly slid down the wall and sat on the ground with his head in his arms, wilting like a water plant that has landed on the bank.

Blanks are flooding like sea water, and memories can only be filled and colored by others. Fear without reason is like paper falling into the water, getting heavier and heavier, and finally sinking gradually, until another greater fear replaces it .

I am nothing in this world.

My head was full of random thoughts, the more I thought about it, the more flustered I became, as if I was about to fall into a cliff, and finally I couldn't bear to curse, I didn't dare to think about it anymore, I went to bed and fell asleep with the quilt on.

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