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

The servants all said that Cheng Zhiwei had a good life, and now that the young master has become like this, she will never leave her. The Zhou family also treats her like a treasure, which is a blessing that has been cultivated in several lifetimes.

Wang Mei was angry after hearing this. Whenever she heard this, she would scold them severely and not allow them to discuss the master's affairs.

Gradually, no one dared to speak at home.

As she was raised slowly, Cheng Zhiwei became quiet and well-behaved, doing whatever she was told and eating whatever she was told, and her face gradually gained some color.

Wang Mei was very happy and took better care of Cheng Zhiwei.

As soon as Cheng Zhiwei recovered from his illness, he immediately remembered what he had not finished and asked Wang Mei to get the scriptures. After listening to Lin Yu's words, she thought Zhou Lin's condition was not good, so she raced against time to record the scriptures. Then send it to Zhou Lin,

No one can persuade me.

When Zhou Lin came back in the evening, he found that Cheng Zhiwei's voice was hoarse.

He ate with a straight face, but no one cared about his emotions.

After eating, Cheng Zhiwei went back to the room. She read every word seriously while wearing headphones. When she coughed, she would press pause before coughing, and then start again when she felt better.

When I came out to drink water, my voice was so hoarse that I could hardly speak.

Zhou Lin just came out of the study and without saying a word, he entered Cheng Zhiwei's room and collected everything.

Cheng Zhiwei was stunned and went to grab those things, but Zhou Lin lifted them up. He said angrily: "Your voice is like this, and you still record these useless things."

Cheng Zhiwei was particularly angry, "Don't worry about it, just give it back to me."

She had always disliked Brother Zhou, and now he was taking something so important from her privately, which made her reject him from the bottom of her heart.

"Cheng Zhiwei, take a closer look. Who else believes in these things except you?"

"I just believe it."

Cheng Zhiwei jumped up to grab it, but his arm was grabbed by a strong force. Zhou Lin was very irritated. He knew that Cheng Zhiwei was stuck in the past memory, or the memory related to him. This was a warm thing, but she was like this Torturing himself, he felt angry again.

It was obvious that he didn't take it to heart at first, so why did she bother herself.

"Cheng Zhiwei, stand still." Zhou Lin frowned and scolded sternly.

Cheng Zhi bit his lip slightly and looked at him angrily, his clear eyes filled with moisture and very stubborn.

Zhou Lin let go of her and lectured expressionlessly: "I understand your mood, but now you are not in good health, and your voice is not good. Don't you like singing? If your voice is ruined, how will you sing in the future? "

"How can I sing when I can't even hear my voice?" This rebuttal came quickly and naturally. Cheng Zhiwei blurted it out, and then he was stunned for a moment, wondering how he could say such a resentful thing.

Zhou Lin's raised hand froze, and inexplicable emotions filled his chest, making him feel panicked.

Cheng Zhiwei was horrified by his gloomy and terrifying expression. She twisted her fingers nervously and apologized weakly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get angry at you. This has nothing to do with you."

No, it is related. Zhou Lin felt embarrassed that he could not look directly into her eyes, but his innate pride prevented him from lowering his head to apologize. He could only soften his attitude slightly, "I don't want to stop you, just Your body is also important, let your voice rest, okay?"

Cheng Zhiwei glanced at the scripture in his hand and said stubbornly: "This is my thing."

"I put it in the study and will give it to you tomorrow." Zhou Lin said lightly, and then added, "I will definitely give it to you."

Cheng Zhiwei felt that this scene seemed familiar, but also felt that it was ridiculous. She was in a daze for a moment, but she quickly realized it, shook her head and said, "No, this is my thing."

"Cheng Zhiwei." Zhou Lin frowned.

Cheng Zhiwei repeated: "This is my thing."

"I told you to give it to you tomorrow."

Zhou Lin wanted her poor voice to rest for a night.

But Cheng Zhiwei still stubbornly repeated: "Mine, give it back to me."

Her eyes were firmly fixed on the scripture, and her dark eyes were emotionless. When she looked carefully, she was even a little abnormally distracted, and she kept repeating: "It's mine, give me back."

Zhou Lin noticed something was wrong with her and his heart sank, "Cheng Zhiwei, what's wrong with you?"

At this time, Lin Yu and Wang Mei hurried over, "I heard you two were quarreling, Zhou...you bullied Zhiwei again, right?"

Lin Yu glared at Zhou Lin angrily, went over to hold Cheng Zhiwei's arm, and comforted him: "Zhiwei, don't be afraid of him, auntie will support you."

But Cheng Zhiwei didn't seem to hear a single glance, his eyes were still on the scriptures, and he was still repeating those words.

Lin Yu didn't hear clearly at first, "Zhiwei, what did you say?"

Only when he got closer to her could he hear her words clearly.

Lin Yu frowned and yelled at Zhou Lin: "What are you doing? Don't you know that is very important to Zhiwei? Why don't you give it to her quickly?"

She was really speechless towards Zhou Lin. Even though Cheng Zhiwei was like this, he actually came over to bully her.

Zhou Lin did not move, but looked at Cheng Zhiwei with a complicated expression.

"Did you hear that?" Lin Yu raised his voice.

Zhou Lin half-closed his eyes and looked down at Cheng Zhiwei. Then he slowly lowered his raised hand. Cheng Zhiwei jumped up and snatched the book back, holding it tightly in his arms and hiding out the door. in the back corner.

"What's mine, what's mine, no one is allowed to steal it."

"Alin's, don't steal it."

"It's mine, it's mine...Alin..."

As she murmured, tears fell one by one, as if she was in a terrible situation.

Lin Yu was stunned and looked at Cheng Zhiwei intently. It was obvious that she was mentally disturbed.

Not only did she lose her memory, she even became...

Lin Yu looked away, not daring to cry in front of Cheng Zhiwei. She wanted to help Cheng Zhiwei, but Cheng Zhiwei tried her best to shrink back. Because there was a wall behind her, she had no way to retreat, so she hugged herself tightly, her whole body Shivering.

She is afraid.

"Zhiwei, I'm aunt, don't you recognize me?" Lin Yu comforted her softly, but Cheng Zhiwei was immersed in his own world and ignored her voice.

"Zhiwei." Lin Yu finally cried.

How could it be like this? She thought that Cheng Zhiwei just lost her memory. She also thought that Cheng Zhiwei had lost his memory and she could help her start a new life.

But...she burst into tears.

"Madam." Wang Mei helped Lin Yu aside and sighed, "Let me try."

She walked quietly not far from Cheng Zhiwei, then squatted down, stretched out her hand to Cheng Zhiwei and said, "Miss Zhiwei, I am Aunt Wang, look at me."

She squatted and cautiously approached Cheng Zhiwei step by step, coaxing softly: "Did the braised pork ribs tonight taste good? Can Aunt Wang make small wontons for you tomorrow?"