I am now a very happy person, with a perfect family, a gentle and beautiful wife and a pair of smart children.
People usually look at me with envy. Now I am a superior person, with an enviable family and job. However, I don’t know why I always feel that something is missing in my heart.
I once lost my memory
It was one night many years ago. I was in a very remote mountain and fell into a deep stream. No one knew why I went there because I didn't have any relatives or friends there.
I was lucky. I fell so deep into a mountain stream and didn't die. Instead, I was rescued by a geological survey team that happened to be passing by. I lay in bed for two years and slowly recovered.
That experience left many indelible scars on my body, and a hideous scar on my forehead that required more than a dozen stitches, destroying my perfect face that people said only monsters can have.
Face
My mother was a little concerned and kept saying that she would go to the best beautician in the world to remove the scar, but I never agreed.
Actually, I don’t know what I’m insisting on.
Maybe I'm mourning something related to that scar
If one survives, there will be future fortunes
If I hadn't had that experience, I might have become a gangster that everyone despises.
Because, according to my parents, before I lost my footing and fell into the mountain stream, I was a troubled boy. Instead of being the heir to a good business at home, I had to go to an inexplicable place and become a "me-only god on the road."
Fortunately, I lost my memory later. After lying there for two years, in the eyes of my parents, I was truly reborn.
Except for some quirks, I started to study hard like other teenagers of the same age. I got a double degree from the most famous business school in the world. After completing my studies, I returned to my family business and made it prosperous and successful.
He became a young legend praised by everyone in the business circle.
And my quirks are quite inexplicable
I don't allow anyone to wear my coat, not even my fiancée
Also, I like to go to a stream with beautiful mountains and rivers on a dim starry night, light a bonfire, grill a few fresh fish, without adding any seasonings, just chew them carefully and taste them slowly.
Taste its most original taste
Many years later, I have a gentle and beautiful wife
I know, I like her
Once when you were drunk, a friend asked you, do you love your wife?
I answered, I like her very much
I don’t know why, I only say to my wife, I like you very much, but I never say I love you.
Maybe, I don't know what love is at all
I don’t know why, but many times, I feel as if a piece of my heart is missing. The hearts in the paintings are all peach-shaped, and I always feel that my heart is a hole that cannot be filled with anything.
Hole
What am I still missing?
Obviously in the eyes of the world, I am already the happiest person!
That year, my son was ten years old and my daughter was eight. My memories of my youth had recovered a little bit. Although they were very vague, I came to a very beautiful city, Yanhai City, with my wife and children based on those fragmented memories.
When we got off the bus, it was already time for the neon lights to flash.
My wife and I were holding hands, I was holding my daughter, and my wife was holding our son. We were walking on such a beautiful street, and the bottomless pit-like heart in my chest was beating extremely hard.
We strolled on the beautiful streets for a long time. Our son and daughter were hungry, so our family of four casually walked into a roadside Western restaurant.
The Western restaurant is very quiet, with neat and elegant tablecloths, graceful glass cups, high-end leather seats, a bright rose in a heart-shaped vase, and a pianist playing slow and melodious music. It is romantic and warm.
atmosphere
My wife, child, and I found a seat by the window and sat down, casually ordered some food, and were soon attracted by a sweet sound like silver bells.
"Mom and Dad, look there's a little brother and a little sister coming in over there. Can we go play with them?" The childish voice was very excited.
I followed the voice and looked over. Sitting opposite me were a girl with pink makeup and a handsome boy. The two children were only one or two years apart. They were extremely sweet and cute.
Their parents had their backs to me and I couldn't see their faces, but I thought that the parents who could give birth to such beautiful girls must not be ordinary people.
"Well, go, but first you have to politely ask the little brother and sister if they want to play with you." The little girl's mother happily agreed to them. It can be heard that she dotes on her daughters.
Of course, this is understandable. Whoever has such a beautiful and lovely daughter will love her from the bottom of his heart.
The two children became even more excited. They pushed their chairs and ran towards me.
"Sit down, finish eating before you go, don't disturb other people's meals." The father who had been silent until now spoke, his voice was cold and majestic, not angry or authoritative.
The two children were very afraid of their father. They wanted to come over and play with my children, but they were also afraid that their father would be angry. They stopped where they were, hesitating, with longing expressions on their faces.
In fact, apart from my own wife and children, I am a person who is very difficult to get close to. However, for no reason, I like that pair of girls very much. I don’t know why, but there is something familiar to me between their eyebrows.
There is a strange emotion rippling in my heart
"It doesn't matter, let them come over and play. My children also like the excitement." I heard myself saying this. My enthusiasm and initiative surprised my wife and children.
Maybe out of politeness, I saw the couple who had been facing away from me stood up and then turned around to face us.
Then, the wine glass I just picked up fell on the table, and the bright red blood-like liquid spread all over my clothes.
But I didn't realize anything
The moment I saw that young mother, I felt as if my heart, which had always been empty, had been stabbed hard by something sharp. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt sharply.
Then, I heard the young mother call my name, Nan Bingyu!
Then, I saw her beautiful big eyes filled with tears, and saw her trembling body throwing herself into the arms of the man next to her...
At that moment, I suddenly knew what I had been waiting for, what I was missing, what I was looking for all these years...
I remembered what I said to her before I lost my memory
I once said that even if I die, I will never drink Meng Po soup, because I will always remember you and come back to haunt you in my next life!
The words still ring in my ears
However, unknowingly, fate has given me Meng Po soup once, and I have missed her forever and ever...
So, in an instant, my face burst into tears...
[When Xiaoxi finished writing this extra chapter and looked back at it, I felt a sour feeling on the tip of my nose and in my heart.
This is how love is, the person you love is her, but the person she loves is him. When love goes away, the happiest thing is to forget
However, I don’t know whether Nan Bingyu is happiest when he has forgotten the past, or whether he is happiest when he retrieves the memories of the past...
Tomorrow will be three short stories about Mu Hanfeng, Zuo Ling, Duan Lengyan’s daughter and Nan Bingyu’s son, so stay tuned】
