One day, the Qin family had guests, and Shi Jin was not in the small building. She broke the bowl and secretly hid a piece of it. When Ms. Jiang went to pour water for her, she cut her hand.
But she hadn't eaten for a long time, had no strength, and didn't cut deep enough.
Shi Jin almost went crazy, and moved all the things in the small building, except for a bed whose corners were smoothed. Afterwards, she never got out of the bed, and kept lying down, her energy getting better day by day. Difference.
She lay there, motionless, curled up in a small ball.
"Shi Jin."
"Um."
She was in a trance, but her eyes were wide open, and her voice was very soft, like talking in sleep: "I want to go home."
"Shi Jin, take me home."
"I miss my mother."
Shi Jin held her hand, knelt down and kissed her lips, and begged her in a low voice: "Shengsheng, don't go anywhere, just stay here with me, okay?"
She seemed to wake up suddenly, her pupils dilated: "Oh, I remembered." Looking at the roof, she said to herself, "My mother is gone, I can't go home."
"Shengsheng, don't you want me?" His voice trembled slightly.
She turned her head to look at him, her eyes were empty, her pupils were like glass covered with thick dust, without any light, she stared at him blankly for a long time before she opened her mouth.
"Shi Jin."
His voice was hoarse and he was dying.
She said: "Don't use violence in the future, okay? I'm afraid that someone will seek revenge on you."
Without waiting for his answer, she continued talking on her own, as if asking for advice, one by one, speaking very slowly, her voice was as thin as a mosquito's gnat.
"Don't lose your temper all the time, you look better when you smile."
"Don't smoke and don't get sick."
"You are so smart, you can be a doctor when you grow up. I like doctors in white coats. If you become a doctor, I won't be afraid that you will always be injured."
She seemed to be tired, but her breathing was very shallow. She paused for a long time, and gently stroked his face with her fingertips: "I hope you live like an ordinary person, and you don't need to shoot a gun under your pillow."
She is actually explaining the funeral.
Shi Jin hugged her hard, wishing to rub her into the bones.
He leaned on her shoulders, hot tears from the corners of his eyes fell on her neck: "Please," he choked up, "don't abandon me."
He cried again.
Shi Jin once told her that after her mother passed away, she never shed a single tear. For eight years, she shed blood, but there were no tears.
But she met twice, all because of her.
After that time, he never left.
She didn't commit suicide again, because she didn't need it anymore, she couldn't eat anything, she even vomited when she drank water, she knew that there were a lot of medical staff, but she couldn't see or hear clearly, she didn't know what they said to Shi Jin something, and then he seemed pissed off and shooed them all away.
Dazed, she seemed hysterical when she heard Shi Jin calling her.
"Jiang Jiusheng!"
He tightly strangled her waist, and his voice rang in her ears, almost screaming: "Listen to me," as if he suddenly lost his strength after being hoarse, "If you die, if you die,"
The voice was heavy, and the sound became more and more silent as he got to the back, as if he had been choked by the throat, he was panting heavily.
After a long time, Shi Jin's voice came from her ear: "If you die, I will live one more day, take care of your funeral, and I will be buried with you."
At that time, Shi Jin was only eighteen years old, his best years.
Jiang Jiusheng lowered his head, wiped his tears on Shi Jin's clothes, his hoarse voice of tobacco and alcohol had a strong nasal sound.
She asked in a muffled voice, "What happened next?"
Recalling this, after Shi Jin finished speaking, he couldn't regain his senses for a long time. He used a little force to hug her tightly, but he was still restless. Eight years later, he still had lingering fears in his heart.
Because I almost lost it, when I think about it, my heart will hurt and I will be afraid.
He was silent for a moment, and there was still desolation in his pupils: "After you get better, I will start preparing to send you abroad, far away from the Qin family." He lowered his head and kissed her red eyes, " On the way to the airport, there was a car accident."
She looked up: "Is it an accident?"
"No." Shi Jin paused and said, "It's Qin Xing."
Because the heirs of the Qin family cannot have weaknesses, Qin Xing has always been tolerant of her.
"However, I knew his plan in advance, so I decided to use this opportunity to get you out of the car accident, but I didn't expect that Qin Xing would do such a trick, causing a series of car accidents, which injured many people. One of them, a mother and daughter, died at the scene."
Jiang Jiusheng quickly thought of it: "The girl who died changed her identity with me?"
so smart.
Shi Jin nodded: "If you are still alive, the Qin family will not let it go."
He forged the corpse and let her escape the shell, and then she was raised in Ms. Jiang's house.
He broke off one of Qin Mingli's little fingers, resolutely left the Qin family, went to Yale to study medicine, raised a Pomeranian, and became a kind gentleman.
It took him eight years to stand in front of her again, in the way she liked.
He said a lot, and she digested it for a long time, but her brows became more and more wrinkled. It seemed that something was turning upside down in her mind, like a recurring storm. Unclear, twisted and twisted into a mess.
After a long time, she asked Shi Jin: "How did I get this scar on my body? I asked the doctor and they said it wasn't a car accident."
"It's a benign tumor. It was operated on before going to Qin's house. Because it left a scar, you said it's not good-looking, so you insisted on asking me to take you to get a tattoo." Shi Jin took her hand and covered her right abdomen, " I also had a tattoo at that time, exactly the same as yours."
"Shi Jin."
"Um."
She hesitated for a long time, and looked up into Shi Jin's eyes: "It's not because of a car accident that I lost my memory, right?"
When Chang Ming hypnotized her last time, she said that there had been hypnotic hints in her consciousness.
Perhaps, it has something to do with her illness.
Shi Jin pondered, and said, "It's hypnosis." He leaned on her shoulder, and his hoarse voice gently lingered in her ears, with his slightly heavy breathing, "I'm afraid you'll commit suicide. If you do it again, I'll Might be going crazy."
really.
Just like her conjecture, the chances of a severe depression being cured are very small, unless the boat is overwhelmed. Although memory hypnosis is risky, it is the most effective method in the short term. At that time, she has suicidal tendencies. Can go slant with the sword.
No wonder it was so completely forgotten.
Jiang Jiusheng got up, faced the small building in front of him, stared at it for a long time, and then took a step.
Shi Jin grabbed her without hesitation.
"Shengsheng," he shook his head, pleading in his eyes, "don't go in."
She didn't take her foot back, she was thoughtful.
He held her wrist, it was cold in the winter night, but his palms were sweaty, his voice seemed to be suppressed, as low as a whisper: "I'm afraid you will remember."
I am afraid that she will get sick, and that she will be like eight years ago.
Jiang Jiusheng raised his head, his pupils were dark and surprisingly bright, like the light after the rain had cleared the clouds and mist.
"Shi Jin," the voice stopped suddenly, and Jiang Jiusheng's eyes just passed the door inadvertently, and then stopped, "Is there a hanging basket chair here?"
When Shi Jin heard this, his expression immediately became tense: "Shengsheng, what did you remember?"
She stared at the door intently, trying to think deeply, but there seemed to be innumerable threads in her mind pulling on her nerves, which would tense up with a little force, causing her a splitting headache, almost unable to stand still, her body Shake twice.
Shi Jin supported her, and unconsciously tightened his arms around her waist, "Don't think about Shengsheng, don't think about anything." He gripped her wrist tightly, almost losing control, "Let's go out, we're going to just leave."
She stayed where she was, and didn't take back the foot that had already stepped into the threshold: "Shi Jin,"
Shi Jin interrupted her: "I beg you, Shengsheng."
She was tongue-tied and speechless, because she had never seen Shi Jin so trembling and frightened, like the last desperate gamble in a desperate situation.
"Sheng Sheng,"
He kept holding her hand tightly, almost strangled: "Remember what I told you in Selton?"
she remembers.
He once said: "There are two people in this world that I will never be able to heal, no matter how good the medical skills are. One is myself, and the other is you."
"So, you have to be healthy and safe, don't get sick and get hurt."
He was afraid, and his eyes were full of fear of the unknown, trembling after regaining something after losing it. People know one of them, but don't know the others. It's like walking on thin ice when facing an abyss.
Such beautiful eyes are like falling meteors.
Jiang Jiusheng's head was hit hard by something, her heart ached unbearably, she nodded: "Okay, let's leave."
Qin residence hall.
The third wife of the Qin family is back.
"Ma'am." The servant stepped forward and took her coat.
In principle, there are only two wives in the Qin family. Because they are both listed in the Qin family tree, they are the main household in this house. Su Fu, who is only in her thirties this year, is very young. She has been with Qin Xing for nearly ten years. She is the only female member of the Qin family who holds equity in the Qin family except for the seventh lady, Qin Xiaoyi. Qin Xing trusts her very much. She is a Anchor, CCTV news anchor.
As Su Fu walked into the room, he asked, "I saw the light in the small building was on, who is there?"
In the Qin family, as long as one mentions the small building, one knows where it is.
The servant replied respectfully: "It is the Sixth Young Master who has returned."
Su Fu stopped and turned around: "Alone?"
Su Fu was in his thirties, and looked very young, with a very three-dimensional appearance, deep eye sockets, a bit like a mixed race, beautiful but not flashy, his pupils were light brown, and the corners of his eyes were elongated, showing a bit of wildness.
The servant's attitude was very respectful, he didn't dare to raise his head, he lowered his head and replied: "I brought a young lady back."
Su Fu frowned and thought for a while: "You go out first."
"yes."
She got up and opened the window, just facing the direction of the small building, stared at it with her eyes fixed, and murmured with a half-smile: "It's been eight years, and I'm finally back."
The night was dim, and the moon was hidden in the clouds.
After leaving the small building, Shi Jin took Jiang Jiusheng back to the west house, the innermost room on the second floor. Black and white decoration, very simple.
Jiang Jiusheng looked around: "Is this your previous room?"
"En." Shi Jin closed the door and led her in.
The room is large, but there are very few furnishings. There are two cabinets, a shelf with various gun models, and a desk. There are no extra items.
Jiang Jiusheng stood in front of the desk, picked up the only photo frame on the desk, and asked Shi Jin, "How old were you?"
Obviously, he doesn't like to take pictures very much, there is only one photo in the whole room, a white photo frame, a slightly old photo, the boy in the photo has an expressionless face, and a pair of pupils, like the light refracted by glass beads in the sun.
Red lips and white teeth, elegant young man.
Shi Jin said, "Fourteen years old."
It turned out that Shi Jin, who was fourteen years old, had already grown into a little beauty.
Jiang Jiusheng held the photo frame in his hands: "Can I take this photo home?"
Shi Jin nodded, and finally let go of his frown that had been frowned all night: "Of course, you have the right to handle all my things."
She smiled and showed him the photo: "Why are you wearing a bachelor's hat?"
Shi Jin took her hand and sat by the bed: "That was taken when I graduated from college."
Jiang Jiusheng: "..."
She graduated from university at the age of fourteen, amazing, she is now a doctor!
Seeing her astonished expression, Shi Jin raised the corners of his mouth, and slowly began to talk to her: "I finished my doctorate in business and industry at the age of eighteen, and then I switched to medicine. After studying for three years, I started to be a surgeon."
For ordinary people, it may take more than ten years from studying to being a surgeon.
The doctor in her family should be a genius.
She looked at him with a straight face, with a hint of ridicule: "You are so smart, why do you still go to my house for tutoring?"
Shi Jin asked back, "What do you think?"
Jiang Jiusheng smiled without saying a word.
She guessed that when Shi Jin was young, he must have seen her before going to her house.
He hugged her into his arms and said in a low voice: "Shengsheng, I like you. It was love at first sight."
She turned around, put her arms around Shi Jin's neck, and rubbed against his arms, feeling sore in her heart, feeling sorry for him, he must have suffered through the hardships and ups and downs she had suffered.
After hugging her for a while, Shi Jin went to put water on her to take a bath. It was already past ten o'clock, but she didn't feel sleepy at all, her head ached, and her thoughts were a little messy, but not clear.
He led her to the bathroom.
"Shi Jin."
"Um?"
"I have no clothes," she said.
Shi Jin smiled shallowly: "I've already asked someone to prepare it, it won't be so fast, put on mine first, huh?"
She nodded and said yes.
It was late at night, and the house was deep and quiet. It was the severe winter season, and it was the coldest at midnight.
After tossing and turning for a long time, Jiang Jiusheng fell asleep in a daze and had a dream. In the dream, there are girls in school uniforms and beautiful boys.
It was raining heavily, and outside the iron fence of the campus, there was a towering tree with luxuriant branches, covering a large area of shade. Under the tree, there were many students sheltering from the rain. Men and women were all wearing school uniforms. The young people were talking and laughing, and the occasional raindrops wet their eyes, making them hazy with water vapor.
Only the girl was left alone, with her head down, looking at her canvas shoes that had stepped on the dirt.
A group of students hiding from the rain came running from the door in the distance, pushing and shoving the girl out of the tree. She was about to take off her schoolbag to keep out the rain when she saw a black umbrella close at hand. The umbrella was very big. The owner of the umbrella Slightly inclined angle, covering the face, white clothes and black trousers, tall, the hand holding the umbrella is very beautiful, the bones are slender, and the skin is as white as jade.
Such beautiful hands are hard to find in the world.
The girl laughed and called out, "Shi Jin."
The black umbrella was lifted up, the boy's eyes were focused, his pupils were pure black with splashed ink, he raised the umbrella high, leaned towards her, and asked her, "Is it cold?"
She nods.
He handed the umbrella in front of her, and she took it. He took off his coat, put it on her, and then put the umbrella back, as if he wanted to pull her, but he was hesitating, so he pulled her short sleeves, Pull her into the middle of the umbrella.
The girl left with the boy, the black umbrella leaned towards the girl, and the boy's shoulders were wet by the rain.
Holding her schoolbag in her arms, she raised her head and asked him, "Why are you here?"
"Come to pick you up." He took her schoolbag and held it in his hand.
Walking to the intersection of traffic lights, I turned the direction, and there was water at both ends of the sidewalk. The girl didn't think much, and stepped on it directly wearing white canvas shoes.
The boy held her back: "I'll carry you on my back."
She hesitated.
He explained: "My shoes are already dirty."
She said yes.
With a smile on his lips, he handed her the umbrella and squatted in front of her.
The girl hugged the umbrella and leaned on the boy's back. He carried her on his back and walked through the turbid water. His white sneakers were dirty. He just frowned, as if he was unwell, but the corners of his lips seemed to be smiling, hooked There is a vague arc.
"Shi Jin, am I heavy?" the person on the back suddenly asked.
The boy shook his head: "It's not heavy, it's very light."
She seemed to sigh: "My father carried me like this when I was young." Her tone was lost, "However, after he remarried, I seldom saw him, and I didn't kiss him like I did when I was young."
He was silent for a while.
"Sheng Sheng."
"Um?"
The boy's footsteps suddenly slowed down a little, and his tone was normal: "Let's go to the movies tomorrow night." Looking closely, his brows were slightly frowned, and there were floating images of anxiety and uncertainty in his eyes, which were messy.
The girl heard the words and asked the boy, "Why do you want to watch a movie all of a sudden?"
He said: "I have something to tell you." To confess.
She nodded: "OK."
"After dusk, I'll wait for you under the camphor tree downstairs in your house."
"good."
The boy smiled lightly, and the girl on his back was also smiling while holding a big black umbrella.
The picture freezes, and suddenly turns to a piece of green lawn. Not far away, there is a glass greenhouse, which is covered with pothos, and flower stands are placed around it, and flowers of various colors bloom beautifully.
The girl and the woman stamp their feet on the lawn.
"Mom, why did you come to see Dad suddenly?"
The woman was gentle, and her voice was soft when she spoke, like a gentle town girl in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River: "Mom has something to tell your father."
The girl hesitated for a while: "Is it related to me?" Without waiting for an answer, she said with some anxiety, "After you came back from the hospital, you went to meet a lot of people you didn't contact before, did I—"
The woman interrupted: "Don't think about it, it's okay." Without continuing the topic, she told the girl softly, "You wait here for mom, and I will come to you after talking with your dad."
The girl nodded and asked, "Can we go home before dusk?"
Shi Jin was still waiting for her.
They made an appointment to go to the movies.
The woman nodded, said she would be back soon, and then went to the greenhouse.
The girl was bored waiting, kicking the leaves that were drifting in the distance on the lawn.
"Jiang Jiusheng."
She turned her head and saw a person walking towards her, who was as tall as her, wearing a beautiful skirt, with her hair coiled up, wearing a purple crystal crown, holding a camera in her hand, as if she was taking pictures of something.
"Today is my birthday, do you want to come to play?"
The girl shook her head: "No." Then she said politely, "Thank you."
The other party didn't say anything, and walked away with the camera. Behind her, the girl said again: "Good poetry, happy birthday."
The girl in front turned her head, the purple crystal on the crown reflected dazzling light, she lifted her skirt, nodded and said, "Thank you."
Today is the seventeenth birthday of the little princess of the Wen family, and many guests were entertained at the villa.
Waiting for people to go away, the girl continued to wait for her mother on the lawn, and there was a slow sound of music in the distance, playing a cheerful birthday song.
After a while, a little boy came running from behind, shouting "sister" while running, a child of seven or eight years old, wearing a beautiful little suit and a black tie around the collar, like a little British gentleman.
The girl smiled: "Little goldfish."
"You haven't come to see me for a long time." The little boy seemed to be very close to her, pulling her sleeve and acting like a spoiled child, "Would you like to play with me?"
The girl squatted down and was very patient: "Someone is waiting for my sister, and my sister can only play with you for a while."
"good."
They pulled a green butterfly kite, flew several times without flying, but hung on a tree two people tall, the little boy climbed up the tree to pick up the kite, but fell down with the kite.
The little boy trembled and said that there was blood in the greenhouse.
The girl turned her head and saw blood oozing out of the greenhouse not far away. The red phantom in her pupils was getting bigger and bigger, and they were all shocking red. She wanted to run over and scream, but she couldn't move or make a sound.
"Sheng Sheng."
"Sheng Sheng."
Someone whispered in my ear, one after another, urgent but gentle.
"Sheng Sheng."
"Sheng Sheng."
Jiang Jiusheng opened his eyes eagerly, and the soft light suddenly hit his eyes, and Shi Jin's face was close at hand, frowning anxiously.
He reached out and brushed her face: "Why are you crying?"
Jiang Jiusheng touched her face, it was full of tears, she was in a daze, and she didn't recover.
Shi Jin took her hand away and kissed the tears on her face: "What did you dream about?"
She shook her head, her eyes were a little empty: "I can't remember when I open my eyes." She looked up at him, her eyes were still red, unlike her usual indifferent and free-spirited appearance, her eyes were stained with a little melancholy, "I only remember you, And my mother."