Seventy-ninth bowl of soup (1)
[She should have returned to him, forgotten the past, and lived happily with him.]When Qing Huan woke up, her brain hurt. She opened her eyes and saw a piece of white snow, and the unique smell of disinfectant told her that this place should be a hospital. she…
Wait a minute, how did she get here
who is she
She just tried to think about this problem, and felt that she had a headache. She reached out to rub her forehead, but found that her wrist hurt badly. Lifting it up and looking, she found that it was wrapped in layers of gauze, and it seemed to be seriously injured, with faint red blood stains leaking out.
what happened…
she…
At this time, the door of the ward was opened, and a middle-aged nurse came in, saw her awake for a moment, then smiled and said, "Are you awake?"
"Hello." She realized that her voice was also hoarse, "Why am I here..."
"Ah?" The nurse was stunned for a moment, then sighed, "You, you are so young, why are you looking for death? Do you know how many people in this world want to live? Look at the one in the next ward. You really don't want to die, but you are lucky, you don't cherish your own life at all. Since you were hospitalized until now, no one has even seen you, you girl—"
They are nagging, but every sentence is for Qing Huan's sake. Qing Huan couldn't remember what happened, she listened quietly, and then asked: "Excuse me, can you arrange a time for me to have a checkup? I don't remember anything."
The nurse was talking, when she heard this sentence, she opened her mouth in astonishment. Qing Huan smiled slightly at her, her heart was calm and clear, she really didn't remember anything, and she didn't know if she could still remember.
This is a big deal!
The results of the examination came out soon, but the doctor could not explain this situation, and could only regard it as an accident, and there were no measures and treatments for it, so after examination, her physical skills were all normal. The only thing that can be done is to ask her to come back for regular checkups after she is discharged from the hospital, lest there are any problems that have been overlooked.
Qing Huan found her home according to the information about enthronement in the hospital. In fact, she had better recuperate in the hospital for a while. The doctor was also very worried that she would continue to seek death, because her previous act of cutting her wrists was too scary, and she could be saved already. It was a miracle. If it hadn't been for Qing Huan's repeated assurances that she would not commit suicide, the enthusiastic doctors and nurses would not have allowed her to be discharged from the hospital at all.
She lives in a very high-end community, and it can be seen that she is very rich. But all this is too strange to Qing Huan, she can't remember anything, and she doesn't like the decoration here very much - the overwhelming pink, as if the owner is still alive in the world of unrealistic dolls. But there are never fairy tales in the adult world. She was unconscious and even chose to commit suicide. What happened before that
Because her left hand still hurts and she can't do any heavy work, Qing Huan can only take off the overwhelming pink lace and put away everything that can be put away, so that the house will be much cleaner. She sat on the sofa and sighed.
The lighting here is very good, and it stands to reason that living in such a place should be in a good mood, but since she has no memory, her heart is a bit heavy, and she doesn't know anything about her past. This feeling is terrible.
Qing Huan sat for a while, then went to the bedroom. She should have cut her wrists in the bathroom in the bedroom, because the blood here has dried up, but no one has cleaned it. She stared at the pool of blood in a daze, the smell of blood had long since faded, but the color alone made her feel extremely uncomfortable.
She used to not cherish her life like that.
There was another sharp pain in her wrist, she touched it, took a deep breath, and walked out.
In the next hour, she turned on her personal computer, found a series of things such as the real estate certificate, passbook, ID card, etc., and barely understood her identity. An orphan whose parents died was adopted by his parents' friends. After he was admitted to university, he moved out to live alone until now. She is very rich, really very rich, and her parents left her a huge business empire, but unfortunately she doesn't like this business, so far she has been handed over to professional agents to run it. She studied fine arts, and in the company she is only a nominal general manager, not caring about anything else. Fortunately, the agents are all friends of the parents, and they are sincere to her.
There is a group photo hanging in the study, and it can be seen that I have a very good relationship with them. The couple also look very friendly, hugging her shoulders affectionately, and there are always their figures in the photo album—and their son and daughter.
From a little boy, to a handsome teenager, to a mature youth, to an elegant adult man, Qing Huan gently touched the man in the photo, tears fell down.
She didn't know what was wrong with her, but when she saw this man, she felt pain in her heart.
With a snap, Qing Huan closed the album. She even took down all the photos and locked them in a drawer—there was nothing to look at, and it would only make her sad.
Then she sat there in a daze, turned on her mobile phone, whether it was Moments or the Internet, basically every status she posted was related to that man, they were even very close, and it was obvious that their relationship was absolutely not simple.
Is it boyfriend and girlfriend
If so, why is he not by her side, never seen her, let alone sent her a message
Later, she saw some states that only she could see, which was a very strange self to her. Every word and sentence is full of crazy paranoia, and even pictures of self-harm, words that want to commit suicide.
Very sad and hopeless, feeling hopeless in life - just because the man proposed to break up.
Why didn't they say they broke up, because Qing Huan committed suicide the next day.
She sighed, still feeling sad, and didn't delete it, because it was all her past. It is very precious to her who has no memory, but she doesn't want to live in the past, she feels that the reason why she somehow forgets that these are all arranged by God, what she should do is to live again, live a good life, Instead of continuing to dwell on the past.
She felt sad to see that man, so she put all the photos together, and felt confused, so she just found something to do to keep herself busy, and she would get better, she believed.
So she applied for a new online account, without adding anyone she knew before in the address book, and sent the first message: Hi, myself, hello.
Attached is a picture of the sunset that I just took. The clouds in the sky are bright and dazzling. Even though it is dusk, there is a magical feeling of exuberant life. She feels like this cloud, the day is a memory that has passed, and after the cloud, a new day will come again.
That is what she should grasp.
When she thinks of that person, she will be sad, if she wants to shed tears, then don't think about it, if the person she likes makes her so sad, so sad that she will cut so many wounds on her wrist, then it's better not to like him.
She packed up a lot of things in pairs, and then threw them all away. Later, she sat in the empty room and felt empty. Then she thought that she had a lot of money, so she called a decoration company and planned to change the look of the house. .
Throw away all the pink girly lace dolls, and she doesn't want anything in the past. Changed to a clean minimalist style, bought new bookshelves and desks and arranged a new studio, only then did she realize that the studio was full of images of that man. Gentle, happy, sad, angry... and unfeeling.
She lost it all.
There are many cute tutu skirts in the closet, and Qing Huan didn't keep them. It took a long time to decorate the new home. These are all her plans, and she has to take her time.
But on the Internet that day, when she was sitting in the living room eating takeaway, someone suddenly rang the doorbell.
She was stunned when she saw through the cat's eyes, it was the man in the photo album. She remembered... It seemed to be Liang Ze. In the circle of friends who showed affection, she was always called by Aze Aze, but for some reason, he finally proposed to break up.
Qing Huan hesitated to open the door, but Liang Ze said, "I know you are at home, Qing Huan, open the door quickly."
She opened the door very obediently, Liang Ze was a head taller than her, she was already tall, she still had to look up at him. Then I found that the real person looks better than the photo. That sense of familiarity and sourness made Qing Huan want to cry, she wanted to throw herself into this man's arms, hug him tightly, complain about him, accuse him, and act like a baby with him.
But she knew there was nothing she could do. She just looked at the man and asked, “Why are you here?”
"How did you get out of the hospital?"
The two asked in unison, but Qing Huan answered first: "I think I'm better, so I don't want to stay there anymore."
"Is it really healed? You still need to change your medicine. What about your daily life? Who will take care of you?" Liang Ze walked in naturally with a lunch box in his hand. He was first startled by the empty living room, and then looked at The takeaway at the dinner table frowned, "Don't eat this kind of junk food, I'll bring you dinner."
Qing Huan walked to the dining table and sat down, watching Liang Ze skillfully opened the lunch box, arranged the dishes one by one, and stuffed a pair of chopsticks for her, it looked like he was taking care of her habits. The photos and circle of friends are like this, he has been taking care of her.
Is it because you are tired, so you want to break up with her
After taking two bites, Qing Huan didn't want to eat anymore, "You don't need to do this, the takeaway is actually quite delicious."
"Don't you like to eat takeaway?" That's why he has developed a good cooking skill.
Qing Huan looked at him: "I don't remember anything."
Liang Ze knew, he had a meeting to hold today, and when he arrived at the hospital after the meeting, he found out that she had been discharged. He asked the doctor carefully, and after making dinner, he rushed over, knowing that she... didn't remember anything. "I know."
She smiled at Liang Ze, "So you don't have to trouble yourself, I can do it by myself."
It has been a long time since they broke up, and she has been lying in the hospital for several months.