After the divorce, Mrs. Zhou proposed to remarry with her three children.

Cheng Zhiwei got into the car obediently, holding the phone tightly in his palm.

Her mind was buzzing, and the wrong time gave her an unexplainable and absurd feeling, and she suddenly found that she seemed to be out of tune with this world.

She got out of the car and returned to the room without saying a word.

Looking at the time on the phone screen, what came to her mind was that the phone almost slipped out of Zhou Lin's hand. At that time, the look on his face at that time, was it really because his hand was slipping?

"Dong dong dong..."

Someone knocked on the door.

Cheng Zhiwei suddenly came to her senses, pursed her lips and looked at the door. She didn't want to open the door at all.

But after the door was quiet for a while, a sound came from the door lock, and then the door was opened, and Zhou Lin appeared at the door.

Cheng Zhiwei was a little nervous. He stood up from the bed in a hurry, put the phone behind him, and looked at Zhou Lin at a loss, like a child who had done something bad.

Zhou Lin didn't go in, he just leaned against the door and looked at her quietly, "Do you...do you want to ask me anything?"

Cheng Zhiwei nodded and shook her head. She felt that she should ask, but she didn't know why, but she seemed to want to escape from the truth.

But after a long silence, she still mustered up the courage to ask him: "Have I lost my memory?"

"You..." Zhou Lin saw that her face was as white as paper. The energy and energy she had just built up in the past few days suddenly disappeared, and the truth was stuck deep in her throat.

He asked her if she wanted to ask him, but when she did ask, he was speechless.

Cheng Zhiwei took a step back and fell down on the bed, holding her phone tightly. Some blurry pictures occasionally flashed through her mind, but she just couldn't see clearly.

Zhou Lin said calmly: "Cheng Zhiwei, you have lost your memory."

Cheng Zhiwei clenched the quilt tightly with her fingers. Sure enough, she had lost her memory, so she often found it difficult and had a headache when recalling something.

"Why did I lose my memory?" she asked, "Is it because of you?"

Zhou Lin took a step forward and stared into her eyes, "Yeah."

Cheng Zhiwei lost all his strength little by little, and asked tremblingly, "What is our relationship?"

Otherwise she wouldn't live here.

"You are... my wife." It was a little difficult for Zhou Lin to say these five simple words, but by the end, his tone was extremely firm.

wife

These two words were like a hammer, hitting Cheng Zhiwei's brain instantly, causing her head to hurt violently. She covered her head and slid to the ground, murmuring, "Wife?"

"No, I am not."

She resisted this identity in her bones, like it was a harmful curse.

"Cheng Zhiwei." Zhou Lin's expression suddenly changed. He took a few steps, eager to help Cheng Zhiwei up.

A white light flashed in his eyes, and Zhou Lin subconsciously blocked it, feeling severe pain in his arm.

Cheng Zhiwei held a pair of scissors in her hand, the tip of which was still dripping with blood. She held it tightly and stood up slowly, her voice trembling, "I told you not to come over."

Zhou Lin stared at the pair of scissors intently, gritting his teeth and said: "Cheng Zhiwei, you..."

When did she hide a pair of scissors on her body?

He raised his hand to grab the scissors.

"Don't come here." Cheng Zhiwei yelled, and her calf hit the edge of the bed. Her emotions and reason suddenly collapsed together, and helpless despair spread layer by layer. She suddenly pointed the tip of the knife at herself.

Zhou Lin's face turned ugly, his outstretched hand paused in the air, his voice hoarse, "Cheng Zhiwei, no."

Cheng Zhiwei shook her head. She had a severe headache. Those forgotten memories were tugging in her mind, condensing and forming at one moment, and then shattering at the other.

It made her feel like she was going crazy.

His whole body trembled violently, and the tip of the knife rubbed against the side of his neck, leaving small traces of blood.

Zhou Lin was frightened when he saw it. He wanted to rush over and snatch the scissors, but he didn't dare, fearing that she would really be cruel enough to hurt him.

He could only pretend to be calm and said in a calm voice: "Cheng Zhiwei, let's talk to you if you have anything to say. Don't hurt yourself."

Cheng Zhiwei's eyes were red, and his eyes slowly condensed, full of hatred: "Zhou Lin."

She called out his name.

She recognized him.

Zhou Lin clenched his fingers and his heart tightened, "Yes, Cheng Zhiwei, I'm here."

Cheng Zhiwei burst into tears, smiled bleakly, and asked her like crazy: "What do you want?"

"Put down the scissors and let's talk slowly." Zhou Lin took a step forward, but when he took a step, the scissors in Cheng Zhiwei's hand went deeper into his neck.

Blood flowed, staining the white neck red.

Zhou Lin reacted very quickly and stopped in his tracks, not daring to take a step forward.

"Cheng Zhiwei, put down the scissors and I will promise you anything."

"Including letting my sister go?" Cheng Zhiwei asked bitterly.

"She has been released without charge and returned to her hometown." Zhou Lin explained, "If you don't believe it, you can call and ask. She had already returned to her hometown when you had a fever last time."

Cheng Zhiwei tightened his fingers and said, "Hit my mother."

Zhou Lin didn't say anything, dialed Guo Cuihua's number, and then pressed the speakerphone.

"Zhou Lin, what did you do to Zhiwei again?" Guo Cuihua's cold question came.

"Mom." Cheng Zhiwei called hoarsely, "Is sister here?"

"Zhiwei." Guo Cuihua shouted in surprise, her voice rising a lot, "Zhiyin is back, are you okay? Just wait obediently, and mom will find a way to take you home."

It's good if Cheng Zhiyin really comes home.

Cheng Zhiwei thought that although her hometown was not as prosperous as Yucheng, they all had pensions and pensions, so it would be no problem to spend their old age there. My sister would probably live well with them by her side.

In this case, she has nothing to worry about.

"Mom, I'm fine. You guys can live a good life in your hometown." Cheng Zhiwei lowered his head, with a shadow, "Just hang up."

Zhou Lin cut off the phone, pursed his thin lips into a thin line, and stared deeply at Cheng Zhiwei, "Can you put down the scissors in your hand now?"

"Zhou Lin, my head hurts too much." Cheng Zhiwei raised the corner of his mouth and said in a low voice with a little determination, "I have a headache every day when I am with you."

"It's okay, I'll take you to the doctor."

"I often can't sleep, even after taking sleeping pills. I always don't know who you will attack next to me. I am really tired."

"Cheng Zhiwei, stop talking." Zhou Lin's face changed slightly, and he had heard the meaning of Cheng Zhiwei's words.

Cheng Zhiwei smiled lightly, "I'm really tired."

The scissors were most accurately positioned on the heart, and they were raised fiercely.

Zhou Lin rushed over very quickly, but the tip of the raised knife turned at this moment and stabbed into Zhou Lin's chest.

He was already moving forward, but Cheng Zhiwei used all his strength, so the tip of the knife was completely pierced into his clothes.

The white sweater was quickly stained with red.