Zhou Wen
Ye Zhen Zhen's eyebrows twitched, is that the person who chatted with her for twenty minutes
"Hello." She turned sideways and let the other person enter the room. Such a polite attitude seemed to make Zhou Wen a little uncomfortable. She smiled and nodded to her, and walked into this room full of girlish fantasies.
As soon as Zhou Wen entered the room, she saw the illustrations placed next to the bookcase. She turned around and looked at Ye Zhenzhen almost happily: "Zhenzhen, are you willing to continue drawing?"
The look in her eyes baffled Ye Zhenzhen, she closed the door and walked up to Zhou Wen: "I don't remember anything from the past, are you my college classmate?"
The joy in Zhou Wen's eyes was extinguished at a speed visible to the naked eye, she looked at Ye Zhen Zhen with a sad look in her eyes: "I am Aunt Zhou's daughter, we used to play together when we were young, don't you remember?"
Ye Zhen Zhen was taken aback, Aunt Zhou's daughter
She felt that she was really too sweet. She had imagined thousands of possibilities, even thinking that she was Qin Kong's ex-girlfriend, but she never thought that she was Aunt Zhou's daughter.
Seeing Ye Zhen Zhen's blank expression, Zhou Wen suddenly smiled: "You were like this six years ago, you don't remember anything, your whole person is as pale as plain water."
"Uh, I'm sorry." Ye Zhen Zhen didn't know why she had to apologize, it's just that she always lost her memory, and it caused a lot of trouble for the people around her, right
Zhou Wen shook her head, her eyes were still crooked, like a small crescent moon, Ye Zhen Zhen thought that Aunt Zhou must have been a beautiful woman when she was young. Zhou Wen turned around and looked at Ye Zhen Zhen's painting again: "But this time you are a little different from last time, just like these paintings, very vivid."
Ye Zhen Zhen didn't reply, from what she knew about herself in the photo album, she was indeed what Zhou Wen said before.
"How did you think of taking these paintings out?"
"Well, I don't have any special ideas, I just think they shouldn't be stored in the drawer all the time." Ye Zhenzhen looked at those paintings, each pair of colors are so bright, because of these colors, this pink room is not It couldn't be more unacceptable.
Zhou Wen turned around and said, "Zhenzhen, I am very happy that you can paint again."
"Uh..." Ye Zhen Zhen didn't know how to answer her, she just put the painting out, she didn't think about drawing, but seeing Zhou Wen's expectant eyes, she couldn't say anything.
The door was knocked again, and Aunt Zhou came up with some snacks and fruits, and then backed out. Zhou Wen is very talkative, even though Ye Zhen Zhen doesn't remember anything, she can always find something to talk about. Ye Zhenzhen also learned some information during the chat with her, for example, Zhou Wen is three years older than her, and now runs a clothing store with her own brand online, single and unmarried.
It's just that she dismissed the matter of why she took Aunt Zhou's last name lightly. Ye Zhen Zhen didn't intend to get into the details, after all, she also had her mother's surname.
Seems to be tired of talking at last, Zhou Wen picked up a small tomato and looked at Ye Zhenzhen with a happy mood: "The last time we chatted like this... Let me think about it, um, it was at least 6 years ago."
Ye Zhen Zhen frowned, six years is a sensitive number for her now.
"After you lost your memory last time, it seemed like a different person. Although we looked anxious, we didn't know how to comfort you. Do you know that you are very talented in painting, and you told me that you My dream in the future is to be a fashion designer. Well, it can only be said that the world is impermanent. After you came back, you put all the paintings in the drawer and never picked up a pen again. Even the university studied finance according to the family tradition. .”
Ye Zhenzhen listened to the side, the accident six years ago was like a watershed, dividing her past 21 years into two distinct parts, and now she has amnesia again, isn't it another watershed
She looked at Zhou Wen, and suddenly remembered that phone call. She was able to chat with her former self for 20 minutes. This Zhou Wen's chattering skills should not be underestimated: "I saw a call record on my mobile phone. It was you who called me. Yes, we talked for a long time, what did we say?"
Zhou Wen pondered for a while, and said: "I would like to ask you to help our brand design the next season's clothing. I have always felt that it is a pity that you gave up painting. I hope to see you pick up the paintbrush again. that day."
Ye Zhen Zhen felt a little stressed: "Well, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I've lost my memory now, I'm afraid no one will buy the things I designed."
"I have confidence in you!" Zhou Wen's dark eyes lit up two clusters of small flames, "You haven't seen the clothes you designed, oh yes, I still have a few pictures you drew before the accident Draw, I will bring it here for you to see next time!"
"Okay." Ye Zhenzhen had no choice but to compromise before Zhou Wen's fiery enthusiasm. After getting an affirmative answer, Zhou Wen was very happy: "Then it's settled, I'll come to see you next week, you should have a good rest!"
Zhou Wen picked up the last tomato on the plate and waved to Ye Zhen Zhen.
Ye Zhen Zhen looked at the closed door again, sat there for a while, and then remembered that she hadn't taken medicine today.
These medicines were prescribed by Dr. Ji himself. Every time I take them, I feel cute.
The cute Ye Zhen Zhen looked at the empty fruit plate and decided to go to the kitchen to get some fruit by herself.
She picked up the fruit plate on the table, recalled the location of the kitchen, and happily walked over. Seemingly hearing someone talking in the distance, like Aunt Zhou's voice, Ye Zhen Zhen slowed down and finally stopped at the door.
"Wenwen, you have to trust mom, that matter is really not..." Aunt Zhou's words suddenly stopped here, because she found Ye Zhenzhen standing at the door, "Miss, what's the matter?"
The voice was as calm as ever.
Zhou Wen turned around in panic when she heard this. She seemed a little agitated, her cheeks were flushed, as if she had just had a heated debate with someone.
Ye Zhen Zhen smiled at them, pointed to the fruit plate in her hand: "Aunt Zhou, do you still have any fruit?"
Aunt Zhou nodded, took the fruit plate in her hand, cut some fruits and placed them on it. Zhou Wen stood at a loss, but gradually calmed down. She looked at Ye Zhen Zhen as if she wanted to ask something, but she never asked. Ye Zhen Zhen didn't seem to notice, she just stood there quietly waiting for Aunt Zhou to cut the fruit.
She took the fruit, thanked Aunt Zhou, and went back to her room, but when she closed the door, she frowned.
Although she didn't listen to the entire conversation just now, it was obvious that Zhou Wen's mother and daughter had a dispute. Zhou Wen seemed to be questioning Aunt Zhou about something. What happened to what Aunt Zhou said
Ye Zhen Zhen's head hurts a bit, she thinks that when Dr. Ji finds out that her condition has deteriorated in the follow-up visit tomorrow, will she be hospitalized again
Now she was no longer in the mood to eat fruit, she lay down on the bed and found Zuo Yi's phone number. Should I tell Officer Zuo about this? But just hearing such a sentence does not prove anything, and disputes between mother and daughter are also very common.
Putting the phone back on the bed, she closed her eyes and put the back of her hand on her forehead. In this family, maybe everyone is not worthy of trust.
Ye Zhen Zhen felt drowsy, and just about to fall asleep, there was a brisk knock on the door.
Ye Zhen Zhen turned over and didn't intend to go down to open the door, but the person knocking on the door was obviously more persistent than her, the knocking sound lasted at least five minutes, Ye Zhen Zhen opened the door angrily.
As expected, there was a curly hair standing outside the door, and Young Master Qin came to show his presence again. Ye Zhen Zhen couldn't figure it out, isn't he some kind of general manager, how could he be so idle? As if seeing that Ye Zhenzhen was in a bad mood, Qin Kong held up a delicate box and looked at her with a smile: "I just heard from Aunt Zhou that you wanted to eat macarons, so I went to buy them specially."
Ye Zhen Zhen stood at the door, not intending to let him in: "But I'm a little sleepy now, I just want to sleep."
Qin Kong's eyes sparkled, and he offered a conscience suggestion: "What a coincidence, I'm sleepy too, why don't we sleep together."
Ye Zhen Zhen closed the door with a bang.
Qin Kong: "..."
"Open the door, Zhenzhen, open the door!" The brisk knock on the door sounded again. Ye Zhen Zhen couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed the pillow next to her, and slammed it towards the closed door: "Don't knock on Aunt Xue! Fu Wenpei isn't here!"
Qin Kong: "..."
The people outside the door finally calmed down, Ye Zhen Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, just as she fell asleep, Qin Kong's voice came up from the balcony again: "Oh, Juliet, you are the beautiful sun, wherever you are East! Oh, Juliet, why should I be Romeo?"
Ye Zhen Zhen: "..."
help! Who will take care of this psychopath! ! ! !
Ye Zhen Zhen wailed and walked to the window. Seeing her poking her head out, Qin Kong recited even harder: "Oh, she came out! There was a light in the eastern window..."
Snapped!
Ye Zhen Zhen's pillow hit Qin Kong's face accurately.
Qin Kong, KO.
Qin Kong finally drove away from Ye's house and abducted one of Ye Zhen Zhen's pillows. Ye Zhen Zhen lay on the bed and felt her head hurt more than before. At the follow-up visit tomorrow, Dr. Ji must prescribe a medicine for Qin Kong by the way. I don't know that Dr. Ji doesn't care about psychiatry.
After a day of torment, the weak Ye Zhen Zhen finally lived up to expectations and had a night of nightmares. When she finally woke up from her dream, the first ray of sunlight in the morning had already shone into the pink room.
Ye Zhen Zhen wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, her face was pale and pale.
She seemed to be dreaming just now, the man who pushed her down the stairs.