"It's not really a favor, right? Yang Xiaolan, you go to the side and stand aside while Zhang Wufeng and I have a few words." The old man said with a smile.
"Yeah." Yang Xiaolan said obediently.
After saying that, Yang Xiaolan immediately walked aside silently.
At this time, the old man stared at Zhang Wufeng for a long time, and then said: "Only if you don't believe in fate can you change your fate. So, no matter what in the future, don't believe in fate, you know?"
"Grandpa, why do you say that?" Zhang Wufeng asked strangely.
"Don't ask this. Do you want Yang Xiaolan to live or die?" the old man asked with a slight hesitation.
"Of course I hope she is alive. Even if I pay any price, I am willing to do so." Zhang Wufeng said firmly.
"This is the cause and the result. If you hope that she can live, then she and you will forget everything from before and after the car accident to now. Do you agree?" The old man asked again in a deep voice.
"After the car accident, I chose to forget everything, but others still knew..." Zhang Wufeng said subconsciously.
"It doesn't matter. I hope you won't regret it in the future. If you decide, then I will take action." The old man sighed softly and said.
"Well, now that I've decided, what's there to regret?" Zhang Wufeng said seriously.
"good!"
The old man smiled slightly, and then reached out and poked Zhang Wufeng's eyebrows. An extremely cold energy suddenly poured into his eyebrows, and Zhang Wufeng couldn't help but tremble.
"In the future, if a person named Zhang Guangyao encounters danger, remember to help him properly. If there is more, there is nothing to explain." The old man seemed to be talking to himself, and then pointed his finger at Zhang Wufeng.
Between the eyebrows, he poked her hard several times again.
Waves of severe pain suddenly passed through, and then the environment in front of him seemed to become a little unstable. It seemed that his body was as weird as an electric shock at this moment. Zhang Wufeng suddenly woke up with a start. He was sweating profusely.
Only then did I realize that all of this was just a subconscious addition to the forgotten fragments.
Next to him, he was holding not Yang Xiaolan's hand, but Xiao Xi's hand who came to his room at some unknown time.
"Brother, you had a nightmare. You screamed loudly several times just now. Later, you talked in your sleep and called your sister-in-law. If you want to see her, go see her." Xiao Xi said with a worried tone.
"Oh, it's okay. I mainly dreamed about the story of my love affair when I was in college. Everything at that time has become the flowers of the past, and those flowers have withered." Zhang Wufeng said thoughtfully.
"Brother, we all know that you can't let go of the past, but let it go and face your new life..."
"Well, I understand, don't worry. Oh, by the way, Xiao Xi, turn on the computer and play "Those Flowers" by Pu Shu for me. It's only around four o'clock now. You can go to bed after playing the song.
Bar."
Zhang Wufeng took out a pack of cigarettes from the bedside, opened it, lit one and started smoking, and said in a gentle tone.
Xiao Xi nodded, opened her laptop obediently, then found the song "Those Flowers" by Pu Shu and played it for Zhang Wufeng.
In the room, Pu Shu's somewhat deep voice sang quietly, and a feeling originating from the soul arose spontaneously.
"Brother, stop smoking, Xiao Xi feels distressed." Xiao Xi said softly.
"Well, just one. Go to bed. If you sleep a little longer in the morning, I'll tire you out at night." Zhang Wufeng said softly.
"Okay, brother, then I'm going to have a rest. You should also rest early." Xiao Xi said with a smile.
After saying goodbye to Xiao Xi, Zhang Wufeng smoked quietly, his mind deeply touched by the beautiful memories he had forgotten before.
A person who was so simple at the beginning has changed so much later. He eventually jumped off a bridge, but in the end he saved his life.
Zhang Wufeng had no way to verify whether this was what the old man had expected, but he knew that the fact that he had forgotten that scene was because the old man deliberately asked him to forget this incident, not by chance.
When he woke up, Zhang Wufeng recalled the old man's appearance, but he couldn't remember it at all. It was even difficult to remember his words completely.
This subconsciously forgotten thing, even if Zhang Wufeng is so strong at this moment, it is like a dream, and it feels like it is gradually becoming ethereal.
Subconsciously, Zhang Wufeng created a document on the desktop of his laptop and began to record it.
He was very fast and completely recorded these memories in the document. However, no matter how fast he was, when he was halfway through writing, those memories became blurry again.
The only thing he could remember was that he went to Ezhou, and Yang Xiaolan warmly received him. He and Yang Xiaolan went there together.
Just like everything else, I couldn't remember the vague memory of the car accident, and I subconsciously thought that it was a car accident that happened to someone else and had nothing to do with him.
For a long time, Zhang Wufeng stopped typing on the keyboard and meditated silently. It was obvious that he should have been in a car accident at the beginning, but this process seemed to have been changed or saved by someone, because
If he is dead, the consciousness energy cannot last that long.
As for who saved him, he had no way of knowing.
But judging from the old man's words and subconscious meaning, it would be good for him not to remember this memory.
Remember, it will only make things worse.
And this memory was also a part of the memory that moved Zhang Wufeng. In this memory, Yang Xiaolan's original advantages were fully reflected.
It’s hard to imagine that after living together, everything changed qualitatively.
It was after he went to Ezhou that he often missed Yang Xiaolan in his heart, and then he started writing. After writing for half a year, he had some income and improved his life a little. Then he bought Yang Xiaolan a mobile phone and
Not long after the second semester started, I gave up my studies and went to take care of Yang Xiaolan.
Later, there were those days of living together, watching the flowers bloom and fall together, and watching the sun rise together.
And when life gradually got better, under the circumstances at that time, when the income from royalties exceeded 3,000 a month, there was more to spend. After life gradually got better, Yang Xiaolan gradually became
Already.
Little by little subtle changes, after seven years of fermentation, eventually led to divorce.
It can be said that even though he had his own reasons for his former innocence and sincerity, and his later boredom and intolerance, would it still be like this if they really understood each other?
He didn't understand love. At that time, he foolishly thought that as long as she met any of her material needs, was considerate enough to serve her, poured tea, and brought rice to her mouth, that would be fine. But is this really doting? ?
However, on the other hand, when a man can give everything and even dignity to a woman, should a woman really betray her even if she feels lonely and empty in her heart?
This is a topic that cannot be explained clearly, but when Zhang Wufeng thought about it, he still felt a little emotional.
Ten years of relationship does not mean that it can be forgotten. Zhang Wufeng is not an unfeeling person, nor does he want to forgive the betrayal. It is just because of this memory that it involves the past that has been dusty deep in the heart for a long time.
Opening online banking, Zhang Wufeng saw that the funds in his account had increased from 200 million to 500 million. Looking at so much money, he even felt a little numb.
He knew that this was the money that Rongrong gave him when he handed hundreds of kilograms of top-grade imperial emeralds to the Sun family. Although it was less than one-third of the value of the jade, Rongrong had this intention. It also made him feel a little relieved.
Money is a trivial matter, which shows from the side that while the Sun family attaches great importance to jade, they also know that it is not easy for him to get it.
After thinking about it, Zhang Wufeng found the mobile phone number in his memory and subconsciously called it.
The phone rang for less than three seconds and was answered.
On the other side of the phone, there was just silence.
Once upon a time, lovers who talked about everything have now become like passers-by.
Once upon a time, she who loved to act coquettishly will never come back.
Once upon a time, she, who would throw herself into his arms with envy and make a fuss when seeing touching scenes in TV series, is no longer the same person.
"It's still early in the morning, are you still awake, or are you already up?" After a moment of silence, he said in a gentle tone.
Zhang Wufeng didn't hear anything from this voice, because this voice was also the result of a lot of emotions.
"Yes, four-thirty. I just got up and had a nightmare. It must be almost three o'clock in the afternoon over there." Zhang Wufeng said with a smile.
"Well, it's two-thirty in the afternoon. I just got up from my nap. I just had a sweet dream. Haha, I made you laugh." Yang Xiaolan pondered slightly and said with a smile.
"Sweet dream? Haha, that's fine, can you tell me what the dream is?" Zhang Wufeng had some vague speculations in his heart, but he still asked.
Yang Xiaolan's so-called sweet dreams may actually be the same as his so-called nightmares. This idea is actually a bit strong.
"It's just the past when we traveled to Longwang Mountain together. Unexpectedly, I suddenly dreamed about it. Well, I remembered the music you once liked to listen to when I was in a coma. Now I can recite it backwards. You said you can do it Throw it away. When I learn the music knowledge, I will compose the music for you." Yang Xiaolan said with a somewhat happy tone.
"Well, I didn't lose the song, I just didn't want to listen to you at the time. Don't think about this song anymore, and don't tell anyone about it, you know?" Zhang Wufeng said quietly.
