At the door of the ward, Chu He and Fang Yi looked at each other, with deep surprise in their eyes.
I've heard of people suffering amnesia after a heavy blow to the brain. I've also heard that people who are too old will suffer from Alzheimer's disease and lose their memories of the past. Even if a serious illness burns out the brain, it's possible to lose the memories of the past.
But—why did Hou Luoyang, who survived the disaster, lose his memory?
"God's will?" Fang Yi said with a strange expression. "Memory is too cruel. Has this young master from Luoyang suffered selective amnesia?"
Chu He smiled bitterly: "It doesn't matter if we insignificant people don't remember. I hope he still remembers his family."
Today, Fang Yi and Chu He were walking near the hospital. Suddenly, they heard that Fang Yi, who was recovering from serious injuries, had woken up. They rushed to the hospital immediately to visit the young master from Luoyang who finally woke up. However, when the two of them moved to the bedside,
Hou Luoyang stared at them in a daze and asked tentatively: "Do we know each other?"
Chu He and Fang Yi were stunned at the time. However, they had no choice but to exit the ward in dejection.
One after another, Hou Luoyang's parents, wife, children, and relatives entered the ward to visit. However, Hou Luoyang asked them one by one.
"Who are you?"
"Looks familiar. Do I know you guys?"
"This kid is so cute."
"Beauty. Are you my wife?"
His wife, Wang, couldn't laugh or cry. But seeing that her husband's spirit was gradually getting better, she hid her helpless emotions.
When Chen Beifeng hurried over, Mrs. Wang was regretfully exiting the ward. Seeing her husband's most sincere friend coming, she gently took Chen Beifeng's arm and said softly: "You'd better be mentally prepared."
"Huh?" Chen Beifeng raised his eyebrows slightly, with confusion written in his eyes.
"He - lost his memory." Wang said bitterly. "It seems that he doesn't remember anything."
Chen Beifeng, who was shrouded in an ominous premonition, breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. A slight smile appeared on his dull face: "It doesn't matter."
He doesn't mind if Hou Luoyang loses his memory. He doesn't care if Hou Luoyang still remembers him. As long as he doesn't forget everything Hou Luoyang has done for him, that's enough.
Pushing the door open, Hou Luoyang was lying on the bed boredly reading a magazine. When he saw Chen Beifeng, who had a dull expression but tried to keep a smile, he came over. Hou Luoyang smiled politely and said, "You are my friend, right?"
"Yes." Chen Beifeng nodded lightly. "We are friends."
"The one with a particularly good relationship?" Hou Luoyang asked tentatively.
"Exceptionally good." Chen Beifeng said with certainty.
"I couldn't have been hit for you, right?" Hou Luoyang said with a straight face. "Do you know, I almost died. I have a wife and children."
Chen Beifeng was stunned, not knowing what to say.
"Ha. Just kidding." Hou Luoyang smiled slightly, put down the magazine in his hand, stretched out an arm and said, "I have forgotten all the previous memories. But it doesn't matter. Let's get to know each other again. My name is Hou Luoyang. I am thirty this year.
One year old."
"My name is Chen Beifeng." Chen Beifeng stretched out his arm and raised the corner of his mouth.
"Biefeng?" Hou Luoyang murmured to himself, pursed his lips and smiled. "It's such a familiar name. Our relationship must have been particularly good before, right?"
Chen Beifeng moved slightly and said in a low voice: "Yeah."
"It will definitely be better in the future!" Hou Luoyang said with a hearty smile. "I will treat you to a drink when I am discharged from the hospital. My wife said that my family is very rich. I don't have to work and I am not afraid of running out of money."
Chen Beifeng chuckled and said, "You are indeed very rich."
"That's good. How can you treat friends to dinner and drinks if you don't have money?" Hou Luoyang rested his head on his hands and stared at the ceiling. "Linglong Sheji's red-sleeved move is all about carrying a pot to the sky."
A complicated meaning flashed in Chen Beifeng's eyes. He was silent for a long time.
He has been a human being all his life, but he ended up like this. Now he has lost all his memory, and he still wants to make friends all over the world. Is this really his fate?
He once said, how boring would life be if one had no friends?
Chen Beifeng stared slightly, his eyes falling on that familiar and sunny face, the corners of his lips curled up slightly and he said, "I'll accompany you."
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Empress Dowager Xiao asked Chu He to come to Xiaoshan Villa at least once a week. It could be to stay overnight, have a meal, or just sit for a while. The point is not what to do, but to come.
Chu He has no objection to this. Xiaoshan Villa is his second home. It is also the only home that can give him some warmth. The one in Yanjing? Don't make trouble. The sheets there may not be washed once a month.
Beer, not even a few boxes of the most basic instant noodles.
When he was a child, he went back to Yanjing for vacation. Chu He rarely stayed at home. Either he would accompany Chu Lin to the casino to gamble, or he would get drunk on the streets.
Speaking of which, judging from Chu He's current life experience, the old guy's gambling skills are not bad. But every time he leaves the casino, he will owe a loan shark. Chu He couldn't figure it out before, but now he can't figure it out either.
The psychology of the old white guy.
Maybe, he just hopes to use one kind of heartache to cover up another kind of heartache?
"Not to your liking?"
Auntie's robot-like voice sounded. Her deep eyes glanced at Chu He.
"No." Chu He came back to his senses and shook his head.
My aunt didn't ask any questions and quietly ate her share of barley porridge.
Chu He is a master who loves all kinds of meat. Aunt Robot's diet is on the light side, of course, not so strict that she doesn't eat meat. A light diet is good for health, and an appropriate amount of meat can promote physical fitness. On weekdays, Aunt Aunt Robot
A person's dinner consists of three dishes and one soup, with at most one meat dish. Now Chu He is added. The dinner becomes five dishes and one soup, with meat dishes also occupying the main course. This shows Chu He's family status in Xiaoshan Villa.
The dinner was uneventful. After the meal and wine, Chu He subconsciously reached out to touch a cigarette, but quickly stopped the thought. He took a sip of Pu'er and raised his eyes to look at the robot aunt opposite.
A great beauty who could have been extremely stunning dressed herself up in a way that looked inconspicuous, even a bit old-fashioned - Chu He thought this was the most terrifying thing about being overbearing.
"Stay here tonight." Aunt Robot said.
"Huh?" Chu He asked unexpectedly. "Stay the night?"
"Tomorrow is your mother's death anniversary." Aunt Robot said calmly.
When Chu He heard this, his body trembled.
Mother's death anniversary - this was the first time he heard these five words from others.
He didn't fall out of a rock. He had a mother. But no one ever told him about his mother.
Grandpa?
Even after grandpa passed away, the grandfather and grandson did not let go of their arguments. They might not be able to speak more than ten sentences in a week. Naturally, they didn't have the opportunity to talk about it.
Father?
Apart from casinos and wine bars, he never cared about anything else. Chuhe would not ask this old man who couldn't even take care of himself.
He did ask his aunt, even when he was very young. But his aunt ignored him.
He is twenty-six years old this year, but this is the first time he knows about the anniversary of his mother's death.
He is twenty-six years old this year, and this is the first time he has ever heard the word mother from a relative.
For a moment, Chu He's black and white eyes were scattered and unable to focus.
He had fantasized about what his mother would be like more than once. But he had never seen a picture of his mother. There was no villa in Xiaoshan, nor the so-called home in Yanjing. It was as if the mother who gave birth to him did not exist and had never appeared in his home.
in life.
What he didn't know even more was that his mother was the first Suzaku of Baicheng Military Region and the sole heir of Xiaoshan Villa. The woman who gave birth to him was once the most beautiful woman in the South and even China. She was full of glory and unparalleled elegance.
That unfortunate marriage was strongly opposed by Xiaoshan Villa and became the hottest topic in China. It caused a sensation all over the world.
She only said one thing to the world: I am his woman.
He didn't say anything, but he did it.
Bury her for a lifetime of fame.
For her, the supreme military king of China, who had an unlimited future, who was personally received and praised by the First Lady of the United States, became the enemy of the world and fell.
Chu He slowly raised his head, looking at his aunt with scattered and dark eyes lifelessly: "Mother - what's your name?"
"Xiao Murong." My aunt explained in a very unconventional way. "I admire Eryi's virtue and succeed Sanguang's appearance. It's Murong."
Chu He gently parted the corners of his lips and said softly: "What a nice name."
After a long silence, Chu He spoke again: "Aunt, can I see my mother?"
aunt.
Can I see my mother?
His mother, the peerless woman who was the envy of the world, had long since passed away. But twenty-six years later, her son, who was born by caesarean section, asked to see her in a pleading tone.
The aunt looked at Chuhe with complicated eyes and said, "Follow me."
Chu He followed his aunt upstairs with heavy steps. He walked very slowly, as if he was afraid of something.
The world told Chu He that he had a mother. The bizarre environment meant that his mother had never appeared in his life. He thought about it, but did not dare to think too much. He also missed the mother who was pregnant with him in ten months, but in his mind
There are only empty concepts.
He didn't know his mother's name. He didn't know what his mother did. He didn't even know what his mother looked like.
His world should have a beautiful and gentle mother. But he never had a mother in his life.
He is afraid.
Afraid of the cruel fact that his mother had changed from a symbol to flesh and blood. His steps were heavy and slow. It was as if his legs were tied with iron balls weighing a thousand kilograms, making it difficult for him to move even an inch.
Auntie walked towards the room at the end of the corridor. She walked towards the room that Chu He had never entered before.
That should be the room where my mother lived and slept, right?
Chu He's heart seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand. It pinched him so hard that he couldn't breathe. His eyes were red.
Creak.
Auntie opened the door, turned her head and looked at Chuhe: "Inside."
Chu He stepped forward slowly and saw that his aunt showed no sign of entering the room. After a slight hesitation, he walked in slowly.
The moonlight comes in.
Chu He glanced at the small bedroom layout.
Army green sheets and bedding. A simple wardrobe. Unfancy curtains. And that - a clean and tidy desk.
There was a small photo frame on the desk. Due to the dim light, Chu He could not clearly see the photos in the photo frame.
He took a step forward and trudged towards the desk.
He gradually approached, and his eyes fell on the woman in the photo frame with joy, surprise and fear.
For just a moment, Chu He's body trembled suddenly, and he burst into tears.
She is the mother.
She is the mother.
Mother is no longer an empty symbol. Instead, she is a mother with a name, appearance, and flesh and blood.
Thousands of emotions poured into his heart. Chu He's muscles all over his body twitched, as if he had been shocked by electricity.
"Mom——" Tears wet his cheeks, and his voice was hoarse and choked. "My son is here to see you..."
He said this to the extremely beautiful woman in the photo who was wearing a military uniform and giving a military salute.
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[Author's digression]: It will break out tomorrow~
