After listening to Qi Cong's three fatal questions, Shen Jia blinked quickly, picked the best and easiest question first and replied, "I said you remembered it because in the three years you have forgotten it now. , you lost all your past memories because of a high fever."
This answer was a bit confusing, but Qi Cong understood immediately. He was surprised: "I also lost my memory before?"
"Well, after you woke up from the fever, you didn't even know your uncle and aunt. I went to see you, and you asked me who I was."
Qi Cong didn't know what to say for a while.
Amnesia and amnesia, is he a physique that is prone to amnesia
Shen Jia whispered: "If I had known that you committed suicide once, you would be able to think of the past, and you could forget about that scumbag by the way, I must—"
Qi Cong looked at Shen Jia: "What did you say?"
Shen Jia shut up, raised her voice and changed the subject bluntly: "I said... that the work I am doing now is actually not related to my major in college. I am, yes..." The voice became smaller and smaller.
Qi Cong frowned when she saw that Shen Jia was talking and lost her voice, her expression became strange, and she frowned: "How hesitant to speak, it's normal not to do work in this major after graduation, many people are like this, it's nothing... Don't you? What are you doing illegal?"
"Of course not!" Shen Jia quickly denied it, moving her hands on the steering wheel, because she felt a little ashamed, her ears were blushing, and her voice was like a mosquito, "My job now is to be an entertainer."
"Who?" Qi Cong couldn't hear clearly. The more he looked at Shen Jia, the more suspicious he became, his eyes swept across Shen Jia's brightly colored strands of silver hair, the large black t-shirts that were cut irregularly on his body, and the exaggerated jewelry on his neck and wrist, his expression changed, "Are you stained with yellow hair? bet--"
"No, no, I don't!" Shen Jia became anxious, and his voice became louder, "I'm an artist now, that is, a star! That's the kind of idol that sings and dances! Of course I also act, but not much."
Qi Cong was stunned: "Star?"
Shen Jia's neck was red, and her voice lowered: "Well."
"Sing and dance... idol?"
Lower voice: "… um."
Qi Cong looked at Shen Jia up and down and found it inconceivable: "You can... sing and dance? You don't even get nervous and stutter when you give a class speech on stage. A star... is going to perform on stage?"
Shen Jia pretended to be calm: "These can be overcome, just get used to it."
Qi Cong still thought it was incredible.
Shen Jia was timid and introverted since he was a child, and even said something like "I want to find a job that doesn't require contact with people in the future" in adolescence. But now Shen Jia has actually become an artist who needs to face many, many people
He looked at Shen Jia.
Shen Jia drove with his head down.
After a while, Qi Cong finally digested the news. He slowed his tone: "Just don't do anything illegal. It's good to be an artist, no, it's very good, you used to be afraid..."
He looked at Shen Jia, who was obviously more confident and generous now than in his memory, and suddenly laughed, and a lot of things he wanted to say finally turned into one sentence: "Jia Jia, when you perform on stage, you must be very handsome, just like It's the same when you overcame your fear and delivered a speech well."
Shen Jia was stunned and turned to look at Qi Cong.
The sun was about to set, and the orange light came in from the car window and enveloped Qi Cong, giving him a golden edge. He leaned on the seat, wearing a pure white t-shirt and coffee-colored slacks that were temporarily bought from a small store next to the hospital. His exposed skin was almost as white as the t-shirt because he had not seen the light for a long time. Black and soft, a little long, a few strands fell from the back of the neck on the shoulders. Because he was too thin, the t-shirt looked a little empty on him, giving him a feeling of being vulnerable, but he smiled, his almond-shaped eyes very similar to Qi Yin's slightly curved, his long and dense eyelashes fell, and his eyes were hazy. The smile revealed in her, the light-colored lips were slightly hooked, and the soft and handsome face was bathed in sunlight, and it seemed so gentle and powerful.
Such Qi Cong is so familiar and so memorable.
Shen Jia turned his gaze back, raised his hand and pinched his nose, followed by a smile: "Generally speaking, not particularly handsome. Looking back and waiting for Brother Cong to make his debut, he must be more handsome than me!"
Qi Cong's smile froze.
He realized something he had overlooked: "Debut?"
"Yes." Shen Jia was very happy, "Brother Cong, aren't you going to follow me? Don't worry, although I am only a little shrimp in the entertainment circle, I still have my sister, and my sister does it herself. I got a brokerage company, and I asked her to sign you back. With your conditions, it’s not a problem to become popular overnight! When the time comes, the two of us will combine our swords and aim at the peak of the entertainment industry!”
Qi Cong opened her mouth, looked at Shen Jia's cheerful appearance, thought of the current situation at home, and silently closed her mouth again.
Almost forgot, he no longer has the capital for willfulness and choice.
Before the two had time to talk about the third question, the apartment arrived.
Qi Cong's apartment is in very good condition. It is next to the subway station. The property is excellent, the surrounding facilities are complete, and it is also close to the pedestrian street. It is very popular among high-income white-collar workers.
But Qi Cong was not happy at all when he saw it.
As long as he thought that when he was amnesiac and owed a credit card and lived comfortably here, his parents were tormenting in that old community house that didn't even have air conditioning, he wanted to strangle himself for the past three years.
He forced himself to take his attention away from the apartment, and after entering the apartment elevator, he turned his head and asked Shen Jia: "There is another question you didn't say, the Jiang Zhaoyan mentioned by my little cousin... is he the one you said? man?"
Shen Jia privately didn't want Qi Cong to have any relationship with Jiang Zhaoyan again, and wished that the three words Jiang Zhaoyan would completely disappear from Qi Cong's life, but he didn't want to lie to Qi Cong.
He nodded and tried to answer as simply and clearly as possible: "Yes, you and him met through the high fever that caused you to lose your memory. At that time, you fainted on the way to see a doctor. It was Jiang Zhaoyan who discovered you and sent you there. The hospital. Then when you woke up, you forgot everything, but you remembered Jiang Zhaoyan who saved you. Since then, all of your heart has been thrown on him, and no one will turn back no matter how persuaded others are."
It is a very delicate thing to listen to someone tell a memory that you have completely forgotten and that is still related to your feelings. Qi Cong endured the psychological discomfort and continued to ask, "I did a lot of ridiculous things for him?"
"He's been using you all the time! He knows that you like him and depend on him, so he deliberately hangs you and deceives you!" Shen Jia's tone became fierce, "He's a scumbag, he looks like a dog, but he does everything. It's not a personnel matter. Brother Cong, you just forgot about the three years since you met him this time. It must be that God couldn't see him bullying you so much, and he came here specially for you. Really, believe me, he's a super scumbag !"
Qi Cong frowned.
After knowing each other for so many years, Shen Jia can count the number of times Shen Jia scolded people in front of him with two hands. Shen Jia is soft-tempered, kind, loyal, and doesn't like to conflict with others. That Jiang Zhaoyan can get such an evaluation as Shen Jia, I think his character is definitely not very good.
He couldn't believe that he actually fell in love with a guy with a bad character, and he was obsessed with him for three years. He clearly likes...
When the elevator stopped, Qi Cong collected his thoughts and stopped talking about this topic. After comforting Shen Jia, he and Shen Jia got out of the elevator together.
They went back to the apartment this time to get Qi Cong's wallet and mobile phone, so that Qi Cong could sort out his debts as soon as possible. When Shen Jia took Qi Cong to the hospital in a hurry, she forgot to help Qi Cong get these things, and everything fell into the apartment.
The two came to the door of the innermost apartment. The door is a combination lock, Qi Cong looked sideways at Shen Jia: "What's the password?" He didn't ask Shen Jia if he knew it, because Shen Jia definitely knew, otherwise Shen Jia wouldn't have been able to break into the door to rescue him who committed suicide a few days ago.
Shen Jia's face was stinky: "930828."
This string of numbers is obviously a person's birthday, Qi Cong paused and asked, "Is it that man's birthday?"
Shen Jia responded with a disgusted pouting.
Qi Cong looked at the combination lock, raised his hand and entered this line of numbers.
After a beep, the lock opened. Qi Cong didn't push the door open immediately, but continued to ask Shen Jia, "How do I change this password?"
Shen Jia was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "It's very easy to change, do you have administrator rights? If you have any, use your fingerprint to verify it, and then press this..."
…
Five minutes later, the two reopened the door with a new code and entered the apartment.
The curtains in the apartment were half drawn, and the light inside was dim. Qi Cong fumbled to turn on the light, and there were several wine bottles scattered on the ground, revealing a living room full of takeaway boxes and clutter.
Qi Cong, who was a little bit clean, frowned fiercely.
Is this a pigsty
Shen Jia said carefully: "Before you were hospitalized, you left Jiang Zhaoyan's company because of a conflict with Jiang Zhaoyan... and lived a bit decadent."
Is this just decadence
Qi Cong tried her best to ignore the messy living room and said, "Mom and Dad are still waiting, let's get something first." After speaking, he didn't change his shoes, and walked directly into the living room.
Shen Jia quickly followed.
The wallet and mobile phone were on the bedside table in the bedroom. Qi Cong found it and put it in his pocket. As he was about to leave, he stepped on an envelope on the bedside rug. He stopped, bent down and picked up the envelope.
The envelope is the most common white envelope with two words written stroke by stroke - suicide note.
Outside Shen Jia was asking if he wanted to clear the takeaway garbage, Qi Cong folded the envelope, put it in his pocket, and walked out in response.
After staying in the apartment for 20 minutes, the two rushed back to the hotel where Qi Yin and Lin Hui were staying with a small backpack they had packed.
When they arrived at the hotel, Qi Yin was already awake, and the four of them gathered for a simple but warm dinner.
During the meal, Qi Yin asked about Qi Cong's plans for the future, and asked if he really wanted to follow Shen Jia to the entertainment industry.
Qi Cong chopped his chopsticks, kicked Shen Jia lightly under the dining table, and replied, "Well. I'm going to start out as an assistant for Jia Jia, and then go to the next step when I'm familiar with the environment of that circle."
Shen Jia stared at Qi Cong, hesitated, then lowered her head to shut up.
Qi Yin nodded in agreement: "It's good to be steady and steady. In fact, you don't have to be a star. Didn't you study screenwriting in college? Follow Jiajia to see the circle, if you can find a screenwriting job, it's not bad. Yes. Don't worry about your parents, we can take care of ourselves. Your dad contacted an old classmate today, and the other party said that he could hire your dad to be a foreign language teacher in an educational institution. Your dad is very happy to be able to go back to his old job. broken."
Lin Hui gave Qi Gong a chopstick dish, and then said, "Yes, I've already talked about it, and I'll go to work next week. Just do the work you want to do, you don't have to force yourself for the sake of your parents."
Qi Cong tightened his hand under the table, but said with a smile on his face: "I don't force it. In fact, that's what I plan to do, first follow Jiajia to find out about the industry situation. If I can finally find a job related to my profession, I will definitely not. Doing errands for Jiajia."
After dinner, Qi Cong first sent Qi Yin and Lin Hui back to the room, then turned back to his room, closed the door, and took out the suicide note from his pocket.
He frowned and stared at the word "suicide note" on the cover, then entered the room to look for it, opened the brochure on the bedside of the hotel, opened the pen he found, and carefully wrote the word "suicide note" on it. I wrote it over and put the envelope next to the brochure.