The international passenger plane slid into the airport, and passengers with different skin colors came out of the corridor bridge one after another. The person walking in the front had a pure oriental face, red lips, white teeth, and moist eyes. The boy here.
Light blue jeans wrap a pair of straight long legs, and it takes a longer distance to walk than others.
The airport is the initial business card of a city. Huge advertising screens are hung on the walls on both sides, and the scenic spots are printed one by one.
The journey is in a hurry, and few people stop.
Shang Jing casually skipped over the pictures and texts, until an advertisement spanning two floors in the exit hall blocked his gaze.
The light screen is at least six meters high, perfectly presenting the spokesperson's handsome eyebrows and tall and straight figure, every inch is pleasing to the eye—whether it is the suitcase in his hand, the expensive watch on his wrist, or the windbreaker with every fold just right, Or the bird's-eye view of the whole city behind him... The scenery and bustling are all suitable for this handsome man.
He Jiang, a well-known movie star, the image ambassador of first-tier cities. In front of him, there is a line of strong and unrestrained writing in white calligraphy—Welcome to S City, China.
Shang Jing looked against the flow of people, and his fingers holding the suitcase handle were clenched tightly as if they had been burned.
The world turned into a phantom, and only one shadow sharpened from the vague memory, and finally it fit perfectly with the man in the advertisement.
…
"A major traffic accident occurred on Wenqing Road. A blue car rushed into the sidewalk. Twenty-nine people were injured at the scene. The injured have been transferred to the First People's Hospital and the Second People's Hospital for treatment..."
The emergency room of the hospital was full of wounded, adults and children were crying alternately, and family members kept rushing in to look for people.
Shang Jing felt dizzy when he opened his eyes, subconsciously stretched out his hand to rub his head, but he felt a circle of thick gauze.
The other wounded were surrounded by family members or doctors, making it seem that his place was much deserted.
Realizing that he was awake, a nurse quickly walked up to him: "How do you feel?"
Shang Jing blinked slowly, his mind went blank, and it took him a while to find his words: "I seem to..."
"Amnesia."
five minutes later.
"As soon as the 120 was delivered, we did a brain imaging examination for you. You have a slight concussion. You can wake up naturally with a simple bandage. It stands to reason that you won't lose your memory." The doctor frowned and repeatedly judged and studied Shangjing's brain imaging. , "It may be psychological factors trauma disorder, or it may be other undiscovered problems."
Shang Jing obediently asked: "Then what else do I need to check?"
Doctor: "Our hospital has done everything we can... I tend to observe for a few days, if psychological treatment can't recover, I recommend you to go to-"
The doctor wrote down a special brain rehabilitation institution on the paper, "The cost is relatively high, you have to be mentally prepared."
Shang Jing opened his mouth, he didn't know if he had money.
It should be... not poor, right
The nurse looked at him with sympathy: "The driver who caused the accident was driving drunk, and the insurance company will pay limited compensation."
Shang Jing was stunned, while the doctor said that the seven-figure rehabilitation institution was playing in his mind, and at the same time, the nurse said, "The family background of the driver who caused the accident is average, and there are many people who were injured more than you. It is too much to pay for others. Like Don’t even think about the mysterious cost of amnesia rehabilitation.”
In short, be prepared to spend millions of dollars to treat your memory loss.
Shang Jing sat back on the bed, and the nurse brought his personal supplies bag, which was kept by the hospital until he woke up.
He opened the bag and saw his wallet, which contained an ID card, a card, dozens of dollars, and besides that, a mobile phone that was turned off without power.
Mobile phone... Modern life is inseparable from the mobile phone, a mobile phone can almost reflect a person's entire life.
Shang Jing couldn't wait to borrow the power bank from the man next door to charge his phone, then looked down for his shoes.
His shoes were stained with someone's blood, and they were all crimson, so they must not be worn anymore.
The uncle was also a victim of a car accident, with a slight fracture of his calf. Two daughters and a son have already arrived in a short time, and he bought a lot of nursing supplies.
"Young man, why didn't any family members come over?" The uncle leaned on the pillow, his fracture didn't affect his voice like a bell.
Shang Jing smiled at him: "Not yet."
The uncle took out a pair of large slippers from a plastic bag and threw them beside Shangjing's bed: "I'll borrow you to put them on first."
"Thank you uncle."
Shang Jing walked around the hospital in his slippers, finally found an ATM, and inserted his card into it expectantly.
"Please enter the password."
Business scene: "..."
He took out his ID card, struggling to enter the last six digits, the password was wrong, and then tried to enter today's date, but the password was wrong.
Before the card was locked, six numbers suddenly appeared in Shang Jing's mind, and he pressed them religiously one by one.
The password is correct!
Five seconds later, he was silent to the balance.
500.00 yuan.
No more, no less.
Case solved, I'm a poor man.
Shang Jing put the card back into his pocket, and suddenly felt something like banknotes in his palm. He was overjoyed and quickly took it out.
On the outside was a factory recruitment flyer, opened it, and inside was a part-time tutoring flyer...
So, he doesn't even have a formal job
Shang Jing's head hurt, he passed by the trash can and wanted to throw the flyer into it, after thinking about it, he folded it up and put it in his trouser pocket.
He probably really needs a part-time job.
Shang Jing has a vague impression that everyone likes to store money in the mobile payment software now, and the lack of money in the bank card may be just an appearance.
He placed great expectations on the mobile phone.
boot.
There is no lock screen password set.
So casual? Shang Jing had a hunch that he would suffer.
The phone page is clean, there are no games, no mobile banking, no shopping software, only basic functions and a WeChat.
Currently used, it is the most complete and best-used app for listening to books. It integrates 4 major speech synthesis engines, over 100 kinds of timbres, and is an artifact that supports offline reading. huanyuanapp.org
Wechat wallet also has no money.
As long as WeChat has two dollars, who can not set a lock screen password!
With tears streaming down his face, Shang Jing opened the few apps on the desktop one by one.
Album, only landscape photos.
Music, no.
WeChat, there is no chat history of any living person, it is all official account robots.
What kind of minimalist lifestyle is this
Shang Jing clicked on the address book while sighing, but it was blank again.
Wait... there seems to be a contact!
[husband]
Very good!
He has a husband!
etc…
husband? ?
Bang—the phone fell to the ground with a thud, and Shang Jing looked down at the phone with one head and two heads.
It was not broken, and the two big characters of "husband" appeared in the address book that was still on the screen.
The ID card shows that he is 21 years old, young... Married at a young age
Also... with a man
He likes men? ! He's not straight anymore!
Shang Jing's head was about to explode. At that moment, he imagined countless possibilities, but he still felt unbelievable. Amnesia wasn't a big change in temperament. He thought he wouldn't get married so early, it must be a note from a friend who lost a bet .
It would be rude to call and ask unless there is other evidence.
Shang Jing anxiously opened the last app that he hadn't visited—Notes.
Shang Jing didn't hold much hope in his heart, "he" lived a very simple life, didn't keep a record of WeChat text messages, and didn't look like he liked to write.
Unexpectedly, the notepad actually has a password.
The light of hope suddenly lit up in Shang Jing's eyes, and he tried to enter the card password... The password is correct!
As soon as the sticky notes slipped down, the titles were all dates. From top to bottom, the dates were getting newer and more organized.
Shang Jing was inexplicably a little nervous.
He has nothing and knows nothing now, these sticky notes will be the words and symbols he has condensed in the past 21 years, and it will be his own history. Whether he is good or bad, optimistic and pessimistic, whether he has relatives or friends, will be revealed by these diaries.
The amnesia was so complete that he even felt ashamed of prying into other people's lives. He twirled his fingers before randomly opening one of them.
Shang Jing took a deep breath and glanced over.
The first sentence choked him up.
Husband is so suitable for wearing a suit to shoot commercials, I want to take off his belt (〃w〃)
Shang Jing's face seemed to be pulled by a belt, it was hot.
Is he actually a charming wife
Can a normal man call out this sentence from my husband? Pooh!
He looked around like a thief, and found that everyone was concerned about the injured, and no one saw the shameful diary in his mobile phone, so he curled up his legs, shrank to the corner of the hospital bed, and showed a calm expression. With a calm demeanor, click on the one with the latest date.
I used to be young and frivolous, and the husband I called can't be taken seriously. This article was written three days ago, and it is closer to myself now.
Oh, maybe they are already divorced.
Husband joined the team for two months and hasn’t come home, I miss him π_π
I shouldn't have quarreled last time. My husband finally took a month off and refused to say a word to me. He just threw the food he made into the trash can.
I'm really working hard to learn how to cook. Whenever my husband is willing to take a bite of my cooking, just one bite will be enough.
I'm going to die if I don't see my husband again.
Small scene, don't panic.
Shang Jing clicked on the next article with trembling fingers.
Am I a pig? Why on earth am I arguing with my husband? Now he ignores me (˙_˙)
When my husband said that wearing shorts is indecent, I should know that I can't change his mind, why should I argue with him...
Tossed the shorts today.
I want to apologize to my husband, but my husband said that I can't contact him during his work. It would be terrible if Aunt Lin saw him.
Hidden marriage is really a sweet burden, that's all for today, and I have to work part-time in a milk tea shop.
My husband said that he appreciates people who are financially independent the most, and he would not give it to my family. I have to work hard to earn a small amount of money to buy my husband a birthday present.
By the way, there is no shower gel at home, so I need to buy two bottles.
I love you, (づ￣3￣)づ╭??~ He Jiang
Daily life is laundry, cooking, mopping the floor, part-time job...
As for his husband, He Jiang, he either hit him verbally or used cold violence for several months.
Every two entries in the diary, "he" would accuse He Jiang of having an affair with a female star, and that her agent, Aunt Lin, was arbitrary and her schedule was too full to allow them to meet.
On the one hand, He Jiang is possessive and prevents him from showing his face to work. On the other hand, he appreciates financial independence, so he can only do small jobs secretly to subsidize his family, and never asks for money.
Even though the hidden marriage life is a mess, "he" in the diary is still happy and full of longing for married life.
hiss…
Shang Jing covered his chest with one hand, his lungs were about to explode, causing a sharp pain like tearing from the freshly stitched wound on his head.
The old man in the next bed urgently threw out a quick-acting heart-relief pill: "Young man, do you need it?"
Shang Jing is weak: "Thank you, it is very much needed."
He clenched his quick-acting heart-rescuing pills, and silently recited "Accept yourself" ten times before reluctantly accepting his stupid past.
In addition to hurting spring and autumn, the sticky note gave a lot of useful information. His "husband" He Jiang should be a celebrity, and he is currently in a hidden marriage and can only contact him unilaterally.
After every contact, He Jiang would supervise him to delete the records.
It's really a deliberate secret marriage.
Shang Jing opened the browser and searched for "He Jiang". He wants to see what kind of fairy he looks like, so that he can be so determined.
The browser interface jumped, and next to the name "He Jiang" in the encyclopedia was a photo of a suit with a white background. The blank space maximized the impact of He Jiang's handsome facial features.
In an instant, Shang Jing's heart beat faster than expected.
Very familiar, it is the sense of fate that only knows him among thousands of faces.
But when he saw He Jiang's birthday on the encyclopedia, Shang Jing completely despaired of himself.
The only password he remembered was actually composed of He Jiang's birthday.
"I might really be a superficial dog.
At this point, Shang Jing finally stopped struggling, he believed that He Jiang was really his husband.
Maybe God can't stand him licking so without self-respect, that's why he lost his memory, looked at the past from an onlooker's perspective, and then repented, enlightened, and changed his past.
divorce! Divorce now!
Whoever likes this licking dog should be whoever he likes, he should not be!
"Steel nails are needed for fractures, but foreign imports are still..."
“Imports are so expensive?…”
The chaotic sounds from around came into Shang Jing's mind, which was driven out of his soul by anger, and a string was suddenly plucked.
He thought suddenly of his poor balance and sky-high rehab bills.
Shang Jing lowered his eyelashes, looking at He Jiang's glorious award-winning resume in the encyclopedia, countless well-received films, and a thriving studio...
Ding Dong—browser headlines automatically push entertainment news.
"Actor He Jiang interacts closely with Zhang Yaoyao on the set, picture.jpg".
Caught off guard, there was an indescribable acid in my heart, not deep, but very annoying.
Even if he lost his memory, he would be jealous at the first moment. How much did he like He Jiang before
Shang Jing gripped the dark blue striped quilt of the hospital bed tightly, feeling a little sore in his heart, which catalyzed his anger.
He got into a car accident and was alone here in miserable weather, worrying about making a living, while his legal other half flirted with actresses on the set glamorously
Why do you have to be low-key and submissive for so long, and divorce should be quiet without taking away a cloud
The previous self-esteem is gone
What about his mental loss and property loss
He Jiang is sure that he is an infatuated licking dog, so he dares to be so unscrupulous. If he bites back, He Jiang must have a pretty expression, right
Going one step further, he collected evidence to reveal the true face of He Jiang's scumbag, so that his reputation would be ruined, lest there are little girls behind him who would be fooled.
Once a decision is made, Shang Jing's mind is very flexible. He analyzed it and found that these rich people are very shrewd. They must have signed a prenuptial agreement, and divorce will not benefit them.
So he can't file for divorce right away, at least he needs to find some prenuptial agreement to confirm, or use He Jiang to earn the first pot of money to see a doctor.
Apart from the diary, he currently has no evidence to prove that He Jiang is a scumbag. He has lost his memory, and it seems that he has no evidence to prove. It's not because He Jiang just opened his mouth and wronged him casually.
If He Jiang is as scumbag as in the diary, if he learns that he has lost his memory and stops licking, he will definitely transfer the marital property and kick him away after doing a good job, or fabricate something that does not exist to deceive him.
To paralyze the other party first, let the other party show his true colors, and then he will collect evidence quietly.
Naturally, in this process, he can no longer be a licking dog, and he has to avenge his shame.
Shang Jing made a preliminary plan in his mind, and changed the password of the sticky note from He Jiang's birthday to today's date.
Today is the new era of his life!
Then, he turned on the camera, took a selfie with his gauze-wrapped head, ignored He Jiang's rule of unilaterally contacting him, and sent the MMS.
And endured the nausea and added a sentence—
Husband (●′w`●), I am in the hospital, come and pick me up.