Zhan Jiyu is very thoughtful, even though he is young.

He borrowed a car from his relatives, bought a new cushion for the old lady, and a bunch of fruits and snacks, making the four of them look like they were on a spring outing. As soon as Lingling got in the car, she started eating with a jelly.

Ding Xiaowei drove, Zhan Jiyu sat next to him, and the old lady sat behind Lingling and played.

Ding Xiaowei turned on the music and whispered to Zhan Jiyu, "Xiao Zhan, thank you. I have not been in the same state these days. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know how to make her happy when the old lady came."

Zhan Jiyu smiled and said, "Don't be polite to me. You have helped me so much, and I don't know how to thank you."

Ding Xiaowei felt a little embarrassed. He was confused by Zhou Jinxing's affairs. Even if he had to do his best, he had to ask a child to help him with his mother.

Ding Xiaowei sighed, "When my mother leaves, Uncle Ding invites you out for dinner."

Zhan Jiyu smiled and said, "No, eat at home, I'll cook. You're not that good at cooking."

Ding Xiaowei forced a smile, and he was no longer in a mood to argue with Zhan Jiyu.

Zhan Jiyu looked at him like this and sighed, "Uncle Ding, don't do this, I feel uncomfortable watching you like this."

Ding Xiaowei looked ahead silently, and after a while, he said, "It will be fine after a while."

There is no hurdle in the world that cannot be overcome. No matter how painful the matter is, as long as the time is long enough, there will always be a day when it will be as dull as water. Sooner or later, he will forget Zhou Jinxing, just think of himself as a dream. When he woke up, his life still has to continue to pass, and he has to consider everything, so let the unreliable wind, flowers, snow and moon go to the ghosts.

All day long, the old lady and the little girl had a very happy time, and the old lady wanted to treat Zhan Jiyu as her son, which was extremely rare. Zhan Jiyu was also very happy, saying that their unit had sent a hot pot restaurant meal coupon and would take them to eat tomorrow.

After returning home in the evening, the old lady pestered Ding Xiaowei and asked Zhan Jiyu how old he was, where he was, and whether he had a partner.

Ding Xiaowei was amused and crying, "Mom, I'm only eighteen, let's talk about what does this have to do with you."

The old lady glared at him in disagreement, "I used to think that men should start their own business first, then start a family, and get married later. But now I think men should get married early, don't make it like you. They get married only in the 25 or 26, and their wife ran away. The child is still so young, so it's so painful."

"Mom, it's normal to get married for 25 or 26..."

The old lady said to herself, "I didn't let him get married now. Xiao Zhan is a good child, he is honest and good at dealing with things, and he looks pretty. Xiaoli from your second aunt's family has not been admitted to university. She wants to come here to work. The two are about the same age. You said you can see it everywhere first, isn't it good?"

Ding Xiaowei is already big. If it is a matter of no reason, she never talks nonsense. Since she has said that, Xiaoli is really coming, and she really wants to help Xiao Zhan, but that child doesn't like girls.

The old lady also said, "I have asked everything. Xiao Zhan has no girlfriend. Today I asked him if he wants to have sex, so he kept laughing. I must be embarrassed. If this matter can be done, it would be great."

"Mom, don't mess around. Xiao Zhan can't do it, don't do it."

The old lady glared at her eyes, "Why am I doing it randomly? Why am I doing it randomly? You can't find a wife, so you won't be happy to find someone else."

I don’t know why these words stimulated Ding Xiaowei.

He felt that he was already cowardly and frustrated. As soon as his mother talked to him, she was talking to him. He was a little angry and blurted out: "You are just doing things randomly. Xiao Zhan doesn't like girls."

Ding Xiaowei regretted it after he finished speaking. Looking at the old lady's surprised expression, he wanted to swallow what he had just said.

"Xiaowei, what do you mean? What do you mean if you don't like women?"

Ding Xiaowei had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "You understand that."

The old lady was stunned for a long time, and suddenly lowered her voice, as if she was afraid of hearing it, "You mean, he...he doesn't care about men."

Ding Xiaowei said "yes", not wanting to continue this topic anymore. It would be so embarrassing to meet tomorrow.

The old lady seemed to have been hit, with a strange look, and she said for a long time: "Why don't you learn well at a young age..."

Ding Xiaowei doesn’t like to listen to this, “Mom, don’t say that, it’s the era now. If you don’t understand, you won’t understand. Other people’s lives don’t hinder others.”

The old lady nodded, "You're right. Oh, then he's so kind to you, you can't be... Then what about you."

Ding Xiaowei was helpless, "What are you thinking about? I'm much older than him."

The old lady then felt relieved, "That's right, and you're not that passerby either."

Ding Xiaowei felt a little guilty. If he let his mother know that they were sitting on the bed now, his son had been lingering with a man every night, so he had to beat him to death.

Although the old lady looked nothing strange at that time, when she saw Zhan Jiyu the next day, she was a little bit unwilling to let go. When Zhan Jiyu talked to Ding Xiaowei, she kept staring at her, as if she was afraid that her son would have to go on a bad path if he looked less.

When the four of them were having dinner at the hot pot restaurant, the old lady originally sat in the same row with Lingling, but this time she had to sit in the same row with Ding Xiaowei.

Ding Xiaowei stabbed her several times in secret, but she rolled her eyes and stared back.

Ding Xiaowei really regrets that he talks nonsense and has a few tricks to his heart. Now he feels even more sorry for Xiao Zhan.

Zhan Jiyu didn't feel anything, and she was still very enthusiastic about the old lady and Lingling.

The four of them ate very happily and collapsed on the chair for a while and couldn't get up.

Lingling wanted to go to the bathroom, so the old lady took her there.

Zhan Jiyu was watching the TV on the wall while praising the deliciousness of the chili here.

Ding Xiaowei was absent-minded and replied in a mess.

Zhan Jiyu suddenly screamed, and his voice changed, "Uncle Ding! Uncle Ding!"

Ding Xiaowei drooped his eyelids, "What's wrong?"

"Look at that, look at that, is that your wife?"

Ding Xiaowei suddenly raised his head and looked at the LCD TV on the wall along his finger. There was a familiar figure on the TV. He caught it for just two seconds and disappeared immediately.

Zhou Jinxing?!

Ding Xiaowei's head buzzed and stood up from his seat, put his face close to the TV, as if he hoped to get in and pull the person out.

Although he didn't see it very clearly and had appeared for too short, how could he misread that face and figure?

Is the person on TV Zhou Jin OK?

He looked at the subtitle of the entertainment report, "Real estate tycoon Zhou Tai'an was hospitalized for serious illness, and his children went to visit him to show his filial piety."

Ding Xiaowei froze and stared motionlessly at the TV that had become the news of the female star's concert.

Zhan Jiyu couldn't even close his mouth, "Uncle Ding? Is that right? Did you read it wrong?"

Ding Xiaowei shook his head, sat down staggeringly, his mind was in a mess.

Zhan Jiyu looked hard to believe, "Maybe we were wrong. Didn't I say last time that the old man's grandson looks quite similar to him..."

Both of them changed slightly, and they remembered that Zhou Jinxing was named Zhou.

Zhan Jiyu hesitated and said, "Uncle Ding... can't... why did you know him? What did he do before?"

Ding Xiaowei shook his head, "I really don't know..."

"Then how did you two meet? What you introduced to me by a friend? I met at work? I can't pick it up on the street."

Ding Xiaowei smiled bitterly. It wasn't that what he picked up Zhou Jinxing, but it was not on the street or on the beach.

Zhan Jiyu said: "Uncle Ding, you are really anxious. What's going on?"

Ding Xiaowei wiped his face, "Xiao Zhan, can you say this news be available online?"

“It will definitely be there.”

"Then please help me check the Internet cafe tonight, it's not convenient for me to go."

"Okay, no problem. You will take them home later. I'll check it out for you to the Internet cafe, and then I'll call you to tell you."

Ding Xiaowei's face was as white as paper. Seeing that his mother came back with Lingling, he couldn't say anything else.

After that, he almost didn't listen to what his mother said to him. The scene of the man in a suit and ties on TV steadily walking by.

Although he didn't think he could misjudgment the person who had been sleeping in the same bed for more than half a year, he was still not sure whether Zhou Jinxing was on TV. How could he believe that the person who picked up the poor amnesia who had cooked and cared for him for more than half a year would be the Zhou family.

He disappeared silently, and then appeared on TV in a blink of an eye, playing a legacy battle with a bunch of people. What does such a distant world have to do with him Ding Xiaowei? How could the person on TV be Zhou Jinxing?

Ding Xiaowei felt a split headache.

When he returned home at night, he had always rarely watched TV. He sat in front of the TV like wood and kept changing the channel. Until after 11 o'clock in the evening, his mother and Lingling were asleep, and Ding Xiaowei received a call from Zhan Jiyu.

"Uncle Ding!" The child's voice came from there with a slightly excited voice.

Ding Xiaowei's hands trembled slightly, "You said."

"It's him!"

Ding Xiaowei felt a flash in front of him, and he leaned on the sofa with his strength in an instant. He said hoarsely: "You...he is..."

"It's called Zhou Jinxing, right? It's said online that he is the illegitimate son of Zhou Tai'an's eldest son. He was just allowed to enter the Zhou family this year. There is very little news about him. He only said that he went to Switzerland for recuperation due to health reasons. Zhou Tai'an was sick and he returned to Deguo."

Ding Xiaowei clenched his fist and let go. Switzerland recuperated? He was obviously at his house!

"Uncle Ding, what's going on? How did you know such a person? Didn't you know who he was before?"

Ding Xiaowei said in a trembling voice: "Xiao Zhan, I won't talk about it for now. I'm a little confused. I'll turn around and call you." After that, he hung up the phone immediately.

His eyes were looking at the colorful scenes jumping on the TV, but he didn't see anything in. He just felt cold all over and the remote control could hardly hold it.

Is he dreaming about this fucking world? Ding Xiaowei has only won the laundry detergent in his life, so how could he have encountered such an outrageous thing?

That person cannot be Zhou Jinxing... But if it is not him, who will it be?

He left without saying goodbye, but went back to grab the inheritance? But he was not like that. He was so steady and sensible. Why didn't he say anything, which made him worry for so long?

Will it be... A big thought popped up in Ding Xiaowei's mind. Could it be that he didn't know how to restore his memory, and then forgot him, and then...

Ding Xiaowei was so confused that he didn't know whether to cry or laugh because of his own thoughts.

It happened so by chance that he had recovered his memory when the old man was seriously ill. How likely was this?
To be continued...