The favorite of the wealthy group: Gu Shao has a soft spot

"My brother invited you to dinner? You have all developed to the point of candlelight dinner!"

Zhong Qing opened her eyes wide in surprise, her face full of disbelief.

Zhou Muan rarely showed shyness, and explained with a shy smile: "It's not a candlelight dinner, and of course I don't mind putting a candle next to the hot pot."

"Yeah, candlelight hot pot is also good." Zhong Qing echoed thoughtfully, pulling her to sit on the sofa.

Regardless of what they ate, when they heard that Zhou Muan had a date, he started to gossip again with his restless love for his brother.

"By the way, which of you two confessed first? What stage has it developed now? Did you hold hands or kiss? Has my brother mentioned any marriage plans?" Zhong Qing couldn't help asking in detail.

Seeing love is comparable to interrogating a prisoner, Zhou Muan, who just gave his first kiss last night, felt embarrassed instead.

"What's the matter? We just had dinner together, and it's not time to confess yet." Zhou Mu'an narrowed his eyes shyly.

Facing her awkward appearance, Zhong Qing was even more surprised. Is this still the Zhou Mu'an she knew?
Looking at Zhou Mu'an's flushed cheeks, Zhong Qing decided to let go of her curiosity and return to the topic of psychotherapy.

"Well, it seems that I think too much!"

Zhong Qing shrugged her shoulders, and turned the page of the topic just now, "Let's talk about me, frankly speaking, I am very worried about the relapse of the old disease. What do you think can be done to avoid it?"

"I'll think about it..."

When it comes to personal expertise, Zhou Mu'an was silent for a moment, and quickly worked out a plan in his mind.

"How about this, you lie on my shoulder first, relax your body and mind." Zhou Mu'an guided Zhong Qing softly, and gently hugged her in his arms.

Leaning on Zhou Muan's shoulder, Zhong Qing did it one by one, but just as she closed her eyes, she opened them suddenly.

"Wait! Don't you want to hypnotize me again?" Zhong Qing asked anxiously.

Zhong Qing's nervousness made Zhou Mu'an couldn't help laughing, and answered her patiently: "No, it's just a chat, today we only talk about happy things!"

Zhou Muan's voice was exceptionally gentle, stroking Zhong Qing's hair up and down, his movements were gentle and delicate.

Just as Zhong Qing closed her eyes, she questioned again due to lack of concentration: "Sister, are you masturbating cats?"

"Stay focused!"

Zhou Mu'an rolled his eyes at her, and continued to speak in a soft voice: "A person's best memories often happen in childhood. When you were young, you had a father who loved you and a brother who doted on you. Do you still remember those details?"

"Remember, I snatched my brother's ice cream that day." Zhong Qing muttered to herself.

Under Zhou Mu'an's reminder, a picture appeared in front of Zhong Qing's eyes: she was only four or five years old playing in the amusement park, her father was carrying her on his back, and Zhong Zong bought ice cream with change.

Watching Zhong Qing gradually enter the state, Zhou Muan followed her thoughts and wandered in memory.

From the first memory of childhood to a little bit of growth, Zhongqing narrated many things to herself, her pale pink lips slightly raised.

She remembered that during puberty, Zhong Zong would suffer from stomach pains every month. Not only did she help her younger sister make brown sugar ginger water, but she also fed her sister one mouthful.

She remembers that when she was in college, her father and elder brother watched her enter the campus at the school gate, and she could still see them when she turned around after walking tens of meters.

……

Scenes and scenes are vivid in my mind, as if it just happened yesterday.

However, just as the memory moved forward along the timeline, Zhong Qing suddenly woke up as if from a nightmare.

"Ah! It's so scary..." Zhong Qing let out an exclamation, and suddenly straightened up and sat up.

"Xiaoqing, what's the matter with you?" Zhou Muan was taken aback, staring intently at her anxious face.

Zhong Qing's breathing quickened, he blinked his eyes quickly, and held his head tightly with both hands.

Recalling positive things can also trigger headaches?
Zhou Mu'an thought that he had caused trouble again, so he quickly calmed Zhong Qing's emotions and tried his best to calm her down from the chaos.

"Xiaoqing, don't get excited, breathe slowly, empty your mind, breathe with me..."

However, Zhong Qing regained his composure on his own this time, looking at the nervous Zhou Muan, he said slowly, "Don't worry, I'm fine, I just suddenly remembered some past experiences."

Zhou Mu'an was stunned, and asked curiously: "What do you remember? Could it be the part you forgot?"

Zhong Qing nodded, rubbed his temples lightly, and said calmly: "I remember everything. It wasn't because of a car accident that I lost my memory back then, but because of another reason!"

In an instant, Zhou Mu'an couldn't believe her ears. She stared at Zhong Qing dumbfounded, and confirmed word by word: "You mean, today's treatment unexpectedly worked?"

Zhong Qing pursed her lips and smiled, her clear eyes were full of gratitude to her: "Yes, thank you Mu An, you successfully helped me recover my memory."

For a moment, Zhou Mu'an also became excited, and asked with concern while holding Zhong Qing's hand: "Then do you still have a headache? What do you remember?"

Unintentionally inserting willows and willows into shadows, this is another miracle in Zhou Mu'an's career.

"Basically it doesn't hurt, it's a long story..." Zhong Qing's tone was a little hesitant.

At this moment, her head still hurts slightly, but she can bear it completely. It is completely different from the previous situation where she fainted from the pain.

Recalling that memory, Zhong Qing felt as if she had awakened a sleeping part of her brain.

Right now, her thinking is clear and her emotions are exceptionally calm, but she is becoming more and more confused about her life experience in her heart.

Thinking of these, Zhong Qing had no way to investigate, so he had to tell Zhou Muan the memories he remembered first.

"It turned out that Gu Yanze was really my first love. In the summer of my sophomore year, because he hid my family background from me, I was young and energetic at the time, so I broke up with him in a fit of anger. That night I wanted to go out and drink away my worries, and then..."

At this point, Zhong Qing frowned, and the dazzling lights at the entrance of the bar and groups of peers flashed in her mind.

"Then what happened?" Zhou Muan asked with concern.

Zhong Qing's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he said faintly: "I clearly remember ordering a glass of wine in the bar. After drinking, I wanted to have a second drink, but suddenly I became very dizzy, and then fell unconscious. Looking back now, it must be They were drugged."

Zhou Mu'an was astonished and couldn't wait to ask: "Who gave you the medicine? What happened afterwards?"

"I don't know either. I woke up and found myself in the hospital. Before I could ask, the nurse pushed me into the operating room. The doctor said he was going to perform a brain operation on me to make me forget what I shouldn't know."

Getting closer and closer to the truth, Zhou Mu'an listened intently, and the expression on his face was also full of excitement.

"Things you shouldn't know?" She looked at Zhong Qing in surprise.

I didn't want to talk about Zhong Qing, but I was stunned at this point, raised my hand and scratched my hair and asked myself: "Yes, what is it?"

After saying that, she racked her brains to think, and suddenly exclaimed: "Oh, I seem to have some memories that I haven't remembered!"

Zhou Mu'an was also anxious about Zhong Qing, shaking her arm and urging: "Then you should think about it quickly, this is the most critical place!"

But the harder Zhong Qing tried to think, the more counterproductive it became, and his newly recovered mind began to ache again.

"Mu An, I have a headache, let's take a rest and recall..." Zhong Qing responded with a confused expression.

Jian Zhongqing's headache recurred, and Zhou Mu'an was worried that it would become serious, so he had to stop it in time.

"Well, today our treatment is here first. It seems that you are recovering your memory step by step, and you can't rush it." Zhou Mu'an explained her gently.

Zhong Qing smiled slightly, and cooperated with Zhou Mu'an to reply: "Okay, I will ask you for help another day, you should hurry up and dress up to prepare for a date with my brother."

At present, Zhou Mu'an is obviously more interested in this matter, but considering Zhong Qing's physical condition, she had no choice but to agree reluctantly.

Afterwards, Zhongqing said goodbye to Zhou Mu'an. On the way home, she kept thinking about her life experience in her mind.

Although she has encountered a bottleneck at the moment, she guesses that there may be a connection between the two, considering that she has been under surveillance some time ago.

Zhong Qing intends to take the time to conduct a detailed investigation, maybe there will be unexpected discoveries.

The next morning, the editor-in-chief of the publishing house called and asked her to attend the signing session at the comic week.

Zhong Qing is going to use this signing event to increase the publicity of her new work, and rush to the scene as soon as she changes her clothes.

When she came to the comics week exhibition hall, she started to sign the book under the leadership of the staff. On that day, many fans came to join in the show, and there were also many comic fans who came here admiringly.

Watching the long lines ahead, Zhong rejuvenated, looking her best for book signings and interacting with fans.

A moment later, just as the autograph session was coming to an end, a middle-aged woman suddenly walked over with her comics in her arms.

"Miss Zhong, I'm your fan. I've been reading your comics for several years. Could you please sign it for me?" The middle-aged woman acted sincerely and politely.

"No problem, thank you for your support!"

At first, Zhong Qing didn't think too much, and picked up his own work to sign, but when he signed the second manga, he unexpectedly found that several books were exactly the same.

"Auntie, you didn't take the wrong book, did you? You bought the same comic book!" Zhong Qing reminded the other party out of kindness.

"I didn't make a mistake. I heard that you held the signing for charity this time, so I just bought two hundred copies in one go. I just want to take them home as souvenirs!" The middle-aged woman smiled. explanation of.

When Zhong Qing heard that she was so caring, she couldn't help admiring the middle-aged woman, and quickly praised: "Thank you so much, Auntie, your love and kind deeds will definitely warm the children in the mountainous area."

After all, Zhong Qing got up and shook hands with the middle-aged woman. At the invitation of the other party, the two came to the rest area to chat after the signing.

Sitting in front of the round glass table, the middle-aged woman took a sip of coffee and asked in a pleasant tone: "Miss Zhong, I heard that the comic "Pieces of Time" is your autobiographical work, have you really suffered from amnesia?" ah?"