Zhan Ruoqing called, but could not contact Lan Cun'er and the others, so she took a taxi to the detention center to pick up Zhuang Jinghe.
Unfortunately, she arrived only half an hour late, and Zhuang Jinghe already didn't know who picked her up.
When I asked the comrade in charge, he said that a young man had picked him up and that Zhuang Jinghe recognized him.
In the past three years, she has come to see Zhuang Jinghe when she has time or during holidays. It seems that she treats Zhuang Jinghe as her own daughter.
Who is the man who picked up Jinghe? She has been here so many times, and Jinghe’s attitude is very good. Every time she introduces herself to her as her aunt, and calls her aunt, but I haven’t heard that she still has it.
Know someone.
Feeling anxious, she immediately called Yu Guanqun.
"Guanqun, have you picked up Jinghe? I called you and you didn't answer the phone. I came to pick up Jinghe and said that a man picked her up."
Yu Guanqun looked at his wife who finally fell asleep due to fatigue and sweat. She put her hand on her belly, squeezing it and relaxing it.
It is conceivable that although she fell asleep, her stomach was still hurting.
He hurriedly walked out of the door and whispered: "I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't know about this."
Cun'er didn't tell Guanqun that Jinghe was released from prison today. Zhan Ruoqing felt a little depressed. How happy are two sisters living like this?
"Is Cun'er feeling uncomfortable? Otherwise, she won't forget what she promised."
Zhan Ruoqing went to see her daughter a few days ago and saw that she often suffered from stomachaches. She felt uncomfortable and worried. If allowed, she really wanted to stay with her daughter. Unfortunately, Zhu Lihan at home could not leave, and the nurse was sleeping in Zhu Lihan's bed.
After working for half a year, she fired her and let her take care of her personally, which felt more humane.
Her cousin is a poor person!
Yu Guanqun did not hide it. At this time, she was the woman's mother-in-law and her most trusted support.
"Oh, I feel uncomfortable. We are in the hospital. Lanlan has been having a stomachache, and she is not about to give birth. She just fell asleep due to the pain. Mom, can you come over and take a look? Maybe you can comfort her.
Her mood will be relieved. I asked someone to find my cousin, and if I guessed correctly, it was Song Heng who picked her up. He was the only one who kept visiting her cousin."
"Oh, it's that gentle young man. Hey, I won't say any more. I'll go to the hospital right away to see Cun'er."
Zhuang Jinghe was indeed picked up by Song Heng.
In the past three years, there has been no intermittent person in Zhuang Jinghe's memory. Only Song Heng, even the bloody man, has been erased from her memory.
A year and a half later, a fierce gangster woman came to the prison. There were several people in one cell. Zhuang Jinghe had the most unique appearance. Although she was thirty years old, her appearance was not concealed by her years, which made this gangster woman play tricks on her.
Heart.
After many embarrassing humiliations and torture, Zhuang Jinghe finally pounced on this gangster girl who often bullied others like a wild lion. Her nails dug out a deep piece of flesh on the gangster girl's face, almost disfiguring her face, and her eyes were also damaged.
Zhuang Jinghe was in a state of semi-blindness.
Because of this, she received an additional year in prison.
In this bloody struggle, Zhuang Jinghe calmly looked at half of the gangster girl's face covered in blood. Her pupils collapsed instantly, and blood filled every fragile nerve in her eye sockets. With a "boom", she
Fainted.
However, from then on, the bloody man who often pestered her and tortured her was wiped clean. Only the gangster woman's bloody face covered that man's face. A few months later, she also gouged out the bloody face.
I forgot about the meat scene.
She learned from her companions in prison that she only had a few months of memory, a boring prison life, and no hope for life, so she could just live with it for the time being. She began to accept the fact that she was a person without memory.
People come and go, but no one knows anyone.
However, there was a gentle man waiting for her. He said that he would wait for her to be released from prison. In the daily prison life, only this corner of her heart was nourishing, which counteracted the boringness of prison life.
She had no intention of remembering others, but she wanted to remember him. She asked him for a photo of him and wrote in her handwriting on the back of the photo: He is the one who wants to wait for me.
Every time she loses her memory, looking at this photo, his memory seems to still exist. This is the only person in the world who is familiar and close to her. Every time she loses her memory, it is her new expectation and hope for him.
She hoped that he would come see her and give him the prison diary she had written. One day, after she got out, she realized that she had only a few fragmentary memories of a few months, how many years had passed, and who was around her.
Song Heng looked at Zhuang Jinghe tenderly and hesitated in front of his house, and said softly: "My house has always been a bachelor's house before. Maybe if you come, you can help me tidy up the room and tidy it up. It should still be considered a home."
?Of course, if you can cook me a breakfast or dinner,...ahem..., actually, I don't dare to think about this."
Stop joking, Song Heng is a little embarrassed, because he doesn't know if they are willing to live here!
Suddenly, he remembered the scene when he brought Lan Cun'er home. Did he ask so shamelessly at that time? He couldn't remember. In his mind, he seemed to have it or not. However, he still remembered
, Lan Cun'er did work as a maid here for two months, it seems to be to pay off the house debt.
"Uh, well,..." Zhuang Jinghe was very embarrassed, "I don't think I have done any of these things."
"Haha," Song Heng laughed dryly. Her hesitant and ignorant look made him reluctant to make any more "excessive" demands.
"Actually, I don't understand either. Then we can all eat out, and we won't have to wash the pots and dishes at home. That will kill two birds with one stone."
"How much does it cost to go out to restaurants every day?"
Zhuang Jinghe began to feel in a trance. The worldly affairs had been a long time ago. She didn't know how to live, and she didn't even know how much a pack of salt cost. She only remembered that during the past few months, she had been in jail.
She has no memory and only has a memory of a few months. Can others accept her and get along with her?
When a few months pass, when she once again erases her memory and cannot call out many people, how will others view her?
Neuropathy?
abnormal?
idiot?
She shivered, her heart was like duckweed, she had no place to go, it seemed as if everything around her was blank eyes, not to mention, she was just a prisoner with a criminal record.
"If you dare to eat, I dare to pay the bill."
Song Heng felt that he had never been such a man, emptying his wallet for a woman.
"Haha, I was joking!" She was still a little sweet in her heart, but when she thought about the future where she would always be ignorant, she couldn't be happy anymore.
"Seriously, don't you know? A month ago, I applied to be transferred back to the company headquarters. Although my position was not promoted, my salary was increased by 10%. I will definitely support you."
Song Heng took her small bag of luggage that was not considered luggage to the room where Lan Cun'er once lived, opened the door, stretched out her hand, and said with a welcoming smile: "Please, from now on this will be your exclusive room.
"
The room has been repainted and decorated. It is all high-end and even has a little girly charm because the walls are painted pink.
On the large bookshelf on the opposite wall, there was a whole row of stuffed animals of different sizes, smiling at her. Zhuang Jinghe suddenly forgot all the darkness, smiled shyly, and said: "This...who was here before?"
Lived there?”
Song Heng frowned in disappointment and said: "There is no one. I am the only single man in this house. It is all newly decorated and decorated. Can't you see?"
If she commented like this, it would be a huge blow to him. He had taken three days off to arrange it carefully and meticulously. Could it be that the effect was really so bad? She didn't like it at all?
"Well, I just think it doesn't suit my style."
Zhuang Jinghe was stunned for a moment and thought to herself, what style did I like when I was seventeen or eighteen?
I have no memory whatsoever. Zhuang Jinghe’s life is blank.
A wry smile appeared on her lips.
"Then I'll ask someone to rearrange it, and you can choose the style you want."
Even though it would cost him three months' salary, he wouldn't hesitate to do it.
"Uh, no, no, actually, I'm already very embarrassed to live here like this."
I'm not your relative, and I have nothing to do with you.
I have nothing to do with him, right?
Zhuang Jinghe had expectations in her heart, but she didn't dare to confess or be confessed. Everything in front of her was so unfamiliar. She was afraid that she would understand everything and her psychology would be unbalanced.
"Why doesn't it matter? I am your dearest person. If you don't mind the small space, you will be the mistress of this room from now on, or I will work part-time as the houseboy."
Song Heng said half-jokingly and half-seriously, the smile on his face was as bright as the sunshine.
"Heng, you are so kind. I'm afraid no one will remember me anymore, right?"
Zhuang Jinghe was moved to tears.
"Yes, there are many others, waiting for you to discover them day by day. Jinghe, welcome you back."
Song Heng couldn't help but feel the surge of warmth, hugging Jinghe, and the sweet breath breathed into his chest, causing his arms to tighten tighter and tighter.
Zhuang Jinghe's heart was also soaked by the warmth he conveyed. She hugged him back, and the tears she had not shed for many years quietly slipped away.
**
Late at night, the exhausted pregnant woman lying on the bed was left with only a weak whine.
Yu Guanqun asked worriedly: "Doctor, how long will it take? My wife is about to lose consciousness."
The doctor gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, prepare for a caesarean section. Come and sign. There are certain risks in the operation, so be mentally prepared."
When the doctor said this, Yu Guanqun knew what he meant. He nodded and agreed to sign for the operation.
Zhan Ruoqing had never given birth and had been keeping watch since morning. Now she heard that she had to sign for a risky surgery. She grabbed Yu Guanqun's hand and said tremblingly: "Guanqun, this is a risky surgery.
Don't you want to do it? Wait for a while longer, wait for a while longer, I'm really... afraid..."