Zijun found that fate always seems to be against her. You say how big China is, but in a smaller way, how big is T City and how many people are there? How can I run into people from six years ago when I go back to China? Still in such a situation, first sold his son to him in disguise, and then had to recuperate at his home.
Zijun felt that her bones lying on the bed were about to rust. She was afraid of being alone with Chu Yanshen, but if he thought of herself, it would be over. According to Shanshan, he must, definitely, not Forgive me, but fortunately, he is the big boss of the Chu family, so he doesn't have so much free time, so he went to work after saying those words to himself in the morning.
Zijun touched her forehead, but it was still hot. She hadn't been sick for a long time, and she forgot when she was sick last time. Maybe the virus had accumulated too much, and it broke out all of a sudden, and she fell ill after a little rain.
Zijun got off the ground, and the ground was covered with a thick white carpet. Although her legs were a little soft, it was very comfortable to step on. The soft touch penetrated from the soles of her feet to her heart, which was very warm.
Men obviously like light colors, and suddenly remembered that Shanshan said that their boss has a serious cleanliness fetish. I was stunned.
When I lived here the day before yesterday, I was so sleepy that I didn't even bother to look at the layout of the house and the scenery outside. It turned out that this place is so beautiful. After all, it is a local tyrant, a capitalist, this kind of house that can see the lake as soon as you open the door. In the outskirts of the city, it's rare. This is a real mansion. Mansion.
Moreover, the sun is so comfortable and the weather is good. The sky after the rain is as blue as the sea, and the air seems to be filled with a faint fragrance of flowers. Zijun took a deep breath, sat down on the white wicker chair on the terrace, and closed her eyes. With a glance, I felt the smell of bourgeois corruption.
Suddenly the housekeeper's aunt's voice sounded: "It's cold outside, Miss Feng's illness is still not recovered, let's go in."
Zijun opened her eyes abruptly, and saw the professional face of the housekeeper. She held a blanket in her hand, draped it over her body, helped her into the room, and said, "Mr. I feel better and can walk around, the audio-visual room and the piano room are on the third floor."
"The piano room? Chu Yanshen can play the piano?"
The housekeeper aunt laughed: "Sir, yes, but the piano belongs to the wife. After the master and wife passed away, the husband moved the wife's piano from the old house to here. Think about it."
It was only then that Zijun realized that the wife the housekeeper was talking about was Chu Yanshen's mother, but this man really resembled him. After the housekeeper's aunt went out, Feng Zijun also went up to the third floor.
The housekeeper said that the innermost room on the third floor was the piano room. Feng Zijun opened the door and walked in. The piano room was elegantly furnished with a retro style, which matched the old-looking piano by the window.
Feng Zijun walked over, opened it, and pressed his fingers on the black and white keys a few times, and the monotonous notes were picked out, which sounded a little abrupt. Feng Zijun had to admit that he had no musical talent, but he could produce a series of clear and clear notes by quickly sliding his fingers across the keys. Voice.
Feng Zijun played for a while, and when she looked up, she found a photo frame on it. She couldn't help picking it up and looking at it. She couldn't help being shocked, and hurriedly put the photo frame back, but she leaned over to have a look unwillingly.
In the photo frame is the mother and child. The photo was taken some years ago. The mother is elegant and beautiful, and the son is sitting in the mother's arms. He looks only two or three years old.
The reason why Feng Zijun was startled was that at first glance, it was almost exactly the same as the photo of her son when he was two or three years old. Feng Zijun really believed that Chu Yanshen was the man six years ago, and everything else could be deceiving. Who can be fooled, genes are really amazing, it is obviously the son she gave birth to after being conceived in October, so she looks like someone else.
Feng Zijun was not in the mood to stay any longer, and quickly walked out of the piano room. Just as she went out, she saw Chu Yanshen standing on the stairs on the third floor looking at her.
Feng Zijun suddenly felt a little guilty: "Well, well, I feel much better. The housekeeper said that I can come out for a walk, so I came up."
Chu Yan looked at her deeply for a while, walked over, and stretched out his hand. Feng Zijun subconsciously avoided it, but Chu Yanshen grabbed her arm, pulled her over, and tried to put his hand on her forehead. The tentacles were moist and sweaty The heat receded: "Come down to eat." Putting aside the words, he turned around and went downstairs first.
Feng Zijun looked back at the door of the piano room, patted his chest, and thought to himself, this is really not a place to stay for a long time, and Feng Yi should try to avoid this man as much as possible in the future, it's too, too dangerous.
Chu Yanshen served her a bowl of chicken soup and pushed it over, but did not speak. Feng Zijun also ate with a dull head, and the lunch was quite dull.
Chu Yanshen was even more depressed. He had turned down an important dinner and came back for dinner on purpose. Although he knew that he didn't need to come back at noon, he just came back, and he was a little absent-minded all morning. What is she doing, is she feeling better, she might just come back and have a look by herself, and have lunch by the way.
He felt that his attitude had changed a lot. Although he didn't say that she had gonorrhea yesterday, he seemed to feel a little guilty in his heart and tried to remedy it, but this woman didn't seem to appreciate it at all.
Thinking of this, Chu Yanshen's face darkened, but Zijun didn't look at him at all, so he didn't know what his face was like. It wasn't until Chu Yanshen stood up and left that Zijun came to his senses. He looked at the housekeeper, but the housekeeper still had the same expression. However, Chu Yanshen came back on time for dinner at night, and the dinner was equally boring. After dinner, Feng Zijun wanted to go back to the guest room, but Chu Yanshen stopped him: "Feng Zijun, let's talk."
Zijun's body froze, she was really afraid of something, he said it so bluntly, it seemed that she couldn't find a reason to refuse, so she could only bite the bullet and turn around: "Talk, talk about what?"
Chu Yanshen's study is on the second floor, just opposite her room. The decoration style doesn't match the whole villa. It's completely Chinese, with rhinoceros horn lamps, Arhat couch, and even the group flower pillows on the couch, all of which are traditional twig patterns. And Chu Yanshen, who had changed into Chinese-style home clothes, sat on it. For a moment, Zijun thought that she had traveled through time, whether it was the Republic of China or the late Qing Dynasty.
"Sit." Chu Yanshen pointed to the flower cushion opposite him. Zijun hesitated for a moment and sat on it. Chu Yanshen said, "I have been having the same dream repeatedly for the past six years, and the content of the dream is roughly the same. .” Saying that, he glanced at Zijun meaningfully.
Zijun suddenly felt his scalp explode. His opening remarks may be inexplicable to others, but to her ears, it is too clear.
On that night six years ago, she didn't remember the man's face, but she clearly remembered that she had drugged the man. The drug was developed by her and her mentor not long ago. It was originally used to treat mental illness. For normal people, It will damage the memory a little bit, and forget the things in the last twelve hours, and she and that man happened to be in this time period.
She pinched the time, went down to the mineral water next to the bed, and watched him drink it to fall asleep before leaving, and any kind of medicine for memory can't be 100% perfect, human memory Just like an extremely complex computer code, even if it is broken, it may repair itself. This repair ability is human instinct, and dreams are the closest thing to memory. They often reflect what people subconsciously want to remember. You said Can Zijun not be afraid
Chu Yan looked at her deeply: "In my dream, I slept with a woman, we were very happy, and in the past six years, I haven't seen the woman's face clearly. Not long ago, I finally saw clearly..."
Feng Zijun was sweating, she didn't dare to look at the man opposite, Chu Yan paused for a moment, and said slowly: "Feng Zijun, that woman is exactly like you, even..." His gaze passed her face and fell on her On the cinnabar mole on the neck, the halo of the rhino horn lamp hit her body, casting a layer of faint glow on her delicate skin. As the light washed away, the cinnabar mole became more and more vivid, like dripping on the skin. A drop of blood in the neck fossa.
"I know it's absurd, but it's the truth, and that's why I treat you like this. There's another unspeakable reason why I'm telling you this, that is, from this dream, I lost certain abilities , can you know what I mean?"
Feng Zijun couldn't help but blush a little, but she never thought that what happened six years ago would have such a big impact on him, in some way? What he means is that since he had his own dream, he has become incompetent in a certain way. What is the purpose of him telling himself so bluntly, even if he is the instigator, but he is not a doctor. What's the use of telling her about a medical disease? Could it be that he still expects himself to help him treat it? Instead of wasting time on himself, it's better to have a systemic examination as soon as possible to see what's wrong and treat it accordingly.
As soon as Zijun thought of this, he heard the man across from him say: "I have done an extremely precise and systematic inspection, and all the data are within the normal range, but it just doesn't work. After meeting you, this situation has changed."
Feng Zijun looked at him with his mouth slightly open, he wanted to say, it's not good to be with other women, it's fine once you meet yourself, isn't this nonsense, Zijun swallowed with difficulty: "Well, you, how do you know ?”
Chu Yan looked at her deeply and smiled: "I can still feel such a thing, Feng Zijun, if you were me, what would you do in this situation?"
How do I know, I am not you at all, okay, in front of him, Zijun naturally couldn't say that, her eyes flashed, and she tried to say: "Well, why don't you talk to someone else? Try again, maybe it's your psychological effect that caused some problems, since it's normal now, maybe it's okay to talk to other people... "