It was already noon the next day when I woke up. I was lying in a hospital. My eyes were empty for a moment, and then I gradually regained some vitality.
Fei Xiluo came over immediately, with a serious look on his face.
"Master Bei, you are too impatient. It is better not to think too much about the past. The doctor said that memory cannot be forced."
Meng Beichen disagreed. He had forgotten her for four years, how could he miss her now?
"How is she?"[
"As usual, the young lady has a special office for her upstairs in the bar. The young lady seems to have opened an online store and personally sends the young lady to school in the morning."
Fei Xiluo talked about the facts he saw, because Han Yixing really didn't seem to be affected at all.
Meng Beichen was silent here, thinking about her calm words that day, don't disturb her again, this time it's not a headache, it's heartache.
He suddenly lifted up the quilt and got out of bed and went to the lounge to change clothes.
Fei Xiluo didn't say anything to stop him. He knew Meng Beichen's character very well.
When he came out in all his glory, he could no longer see how haggard and pale he was yesterday. Five years ago, a plane crashed and he suffered a severe impact on his head when he fell into the sea, resulting in amnesia.
He has been living in a daze for four years, with a hole in his heart. He doesn't know what the meaning of his life is. Some pictures are always flashing through his mind, giving him a splitting headache.
Finally, under his questioning, the surviving Fei Xiluo told the original story. Meng Beichen forced himself to recover his memory within a year, but this drug-assisted method left some side effects.
Too much stimulation, and once he thinks too much violently, he will suffer from insufficient blood supply to the brain and fall into a coma.
But he didn't reveal any of this to Han Yixing. The only thing he thought about was how to get her forgiveness. What he wanted to have was her future life.
"I'll go to the kindergarten to check it out."
Meng Beichen said simply, and Fei Xiluo knew immediately that he wanted to identify the child.
This was the second time I saw Han Xiaorou. She was directing a group of children to play like a little princess. Two little boys stood beside her, vying to say something in front of her as if they wanted to please her.
Fei Xiluo went over to communicate with Teacher Lin. She looked at the handsome mixed-race man with some curiosity. He was a completely different type from Ke Lei who often came here.