"You are really different from when you were in junior high school." Zhou Shi looked depressed.
"How is my junior high school like?" Ling Jiajia asked with interest.
"It's very lively, very cute... like a little princess." Zhou Shi recalled: "Many people in No. 1 Middle School knew you. At that time, any boy would be happy with just one more word to you."
"Then... do you know Gu Weiran?" Ling Jiajia asked tentatively. For some reason, she felt a little panicked, and it made people feel uneasy when hearing any answer.
"I know him, but I know him, he doesn't know me," Zhou Shi scratched his head embarrassedly: "At that time, Gu Weiran was a striking figure in the school, and many girls liked him. I remember you were always together at that time.
”
After hearing the last sentence, Ling Jiajia felt that all her blood was frozen.
I remember you were always together at that time.
Did they...before, always be together?
Why, she doesn't remember it at all?
Zhou Shi didn't know how to read and continued to talk: "At that time, the boys who dared to approach were so crazy that Gu Weiran could not stay in school the next day, so they had to transfer to school. But you didn't know at that time
That's it, it's simple and cute."
When Zhou Shi found that Ling Jiajia had not answered the conversation yet, he realized that he had been talking alone for a long time, so he asked a little uneasy: "Do you think I'm talking too much?"
Ling Jiajia really couldn't force herself to laugh, so she could only say with a blank expression: "No, can you bring me a few more photos tomorrow?"
Ling Jiajia took the initiative to make a request for the first time, so Zhou Shi nodded happily.
Ling Jiajia sat in her seat absent-mindedly, an idea that she had never had before formed in her mind, and this assumption made her feel chilled all over.
She opened the phone and opened the recent call record to find Situ Qing's number: "Help me find a psychologist, it's more reliable."
Situ Qing's always calm voice changed a little: "Do you need it?"
Ling Jiajia has the habit of seeing a psychologist. Situ Qing knows a little, but she doesn’t know much, so she asks more questions when she hears this.
"Yes, remember to be better and don't let my mom discover it."
Her psychiatrist has always been found by Ling's mother, and she was relieved. She didn't think much about it, nor did she go to the doctor herself. If Ling's mother asked the doctor to have a unified attitude, she would think that she was just amnesia, and then tell her
, this memory is not important, so she will definitely not pursue anything again.
"Okay, I'll send you the address and phone number later."
"So quickly." After hanging up the phone, Ling Jiajia was a little exhausted.
If a good person suddenly realizes that there may be something wrong with his memory, then what a terrible thing it is.
Memories and memories are the evidence for people's survival. These memories are used to prove what kind of person you are, what path you have walked, what kind of person you have loved, and even, is a proof of your real existence.
But one day, when you wake up, you find that those very important memories are problematic and may not exist. This creepy feeling is simply chilling.
Ling Jiajia even doubted at this time whether she really existed? Or was she just imagined it, or was her whole life? "You are really different from when you were in junior high school." Zhou Shi looked depressed.
"How is my junior high school like?" Ling Jiajia asked with interest.
"It's very lively, very cute... like a little princess." Zhou Shi recalled: "Many people in No. 1 Middle School knew you. At that time, any boy would be happy with just one more word to you."
"Then... do you know Gu Weiran?" Ling Jiajia asked tentatively. For some reason, she felt a little panicked, and it made people feel uneasy when hearing any answer.
"I know him, but I know him, he doesn't know me," Zhou Shi scratched his head embarrassedly: "At that time, Gu Weiran was a striking figure in the school, and many girls liked him. I remember you were always together at that time.
”
After hearing the last sentence, Ling Jiajia felt that all her blood was frozen.
I remember you were always together at that time.
Did they...before, always be together?
Why, she doesn't remember it at all?
Zhou Shi didn't know how to read and continued to talk: "At that time, the boys who dared to approach were so crazy that Gu Weiran could not stay in school the next day, so they had to transfer to school. But you didn't know at that time
That's it, it's simple and cute."
When Zhou Shi found that Ling Jiajia had not answered the conversation yet, he realized that he had been talking alone for a long time, so he asked a little uneasy: "Do you think I'm talking too much?"
Ling Jiajia really couldn't force herself to laugh, so she could only say with a blank expression: "No, can you bring me a few more photos tomorrow?"
Ling Jiajia took the initiative to make a request for the first time, so Zhou Shi nodded happily.
Ling Jiajia sat in her seat absent-mindedly, an idea that she had never had before formed in her mind, and this assumption made her feel chilled all over.
She opened the phone and opened the recent call record to find Situ Qing's number: "Help me find a psychologist, it's more reliable."
Situ Qing's always calm voice changed a little: "Do you need it?"
Ling Jiajia has the habit of seeing a psychologist. Situ Qing knows a little, but she doesn’t know much, so she asks more questions when she hears this.
"Yes, remember to be better and don't let my mom discover it."
Her psychiatrist has always been found by Ling's mother, and she was relieved. She didn't think much about it, nor did she go to the doctor herself. If Ling's mother asked the doctor to have a unified attitude, she would think that she was just amnesia, and then tell her
, this memory is not important, so she will definitely not pursue anything again.
"Okay, I'll send you the address and phone number later."
"So quickly." After hanging up the phone, Ling Jiajia was a little exhausted.
If a good person suddenly realizes that there may be something wrong with his memory, then what a terrible thing it is.
Memories and memories are the evidence for people's survival. These memories are used to prove what kind of person you are, what path you have walked, what kind of person you have loved, and even, is a proof of your real existence.
But one day, when you wake up, you find that those very important memories are problematic and may not exist. This creepy feeling is simply chilling.
Ling Jiajia even doubted at this time whether she really existed? Or was she just imagined it, or was she the whole life?