Mr. Zhumaba is so good at teasing me that I can’t hold it anymore.

Another day passed, at night, in the ward.

An Ling slowly opened his eyes. He looked around his surroundings. He wanted to get up. The moment he raised his head, his head felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. Pain surged in like a tide, making him I could barely breathe, and I was curled up on the bed unable to move.

"Hiss...it hurts!" An Ling lay down in pain, grinning and gasping for air, "Where am I? Why do I feel like I'm in a hospital?"

An Zhenhua came in just in time to fetch water. When he saw An Ling staring at him suddenly, he put down the kettle excitedly, trotted to An Ling and shouted:

"Son! You finally woke up!"

"who are you?"

"What? Don't you know who I am?"

"I...ah, my head hurts so much! I don't even know who you are!"

"Okay, okay, I don't want to. If I can't remember, I can't remember. I'll call a doctor for you!"

After Dr. Wang rushed over, he examined An Ling carefully. Finally, he slowly said:

"An Ling is suffering from amnesia because his brain was severely traumatized, which is a brain contusion and laceration. If he is not stimulated, he may not be able to remember the past for the rest of his life..."

"It's great if you can't remember the past! Just remember the present and the future."

Li Muqing hurried over after receiving An Zhenhua's call. As soon as she heard that An Ling woke up, she put down her work and went straight to the hospital.

"Uncle, is An Ling really awake?" Li Muqing shouted and ran in. When she saw An Ling really opened her eyes, she covered her mouth in excitement and was speechless. She happily ran to An Ling and shed tears uncontrollably:

"An Ling, you...are you really awake?"

"and who are you?"

"Ah? What do you mean I am and who am I?"

"I don't remember you at all, but you look very familiar to me!"

"Uncle An, what's wrong with him? Why don't you remember me?"

"She is your fiancée, Li Muqing!"

An Zhenhua blurted out, startling Li Muqing on the side. She didn't know why An Zhenhua said that. An Zhenhua pulled her aside and told her everything. Li Muqing looked at it in disbelief. Seeing An Ling, who had lost his memory, she cautiously asked An Zhenhua:

"What should uncle do now?"

"Let him study abroad, and you should go with him. When the semester starts, I will handle the withdrawal procedures for him."

"But I..."

"There's nothing wrong with it. I will give him another name when the time comes. No one is allowed to call him An Ling from now on. You should remember this too!"

"Okay uncle, I listen to you! Just let you arrange everything."

An Ling looked at them whispering and didn't know what they were talking about, so he asked them impatiently:

"What are you talking about? I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

"It's nothing. I...I was discussing your condition with your fiancée to see if it is still necessary to stay in the hospital."

"Oh, what's my name?"

"Your English name is Dick. We originally lived abroad, but then you insisted on coming to China for a few days. Didn't you get into a car accident? So you temporarily lost your memory."

Li Muqing temporarily made up a reason to tell him this first. She wanted to try to make An Ling believe what she said, but it turned out that An Ling was half-convinced because she couldn't remember it, so it was hard to say anything.

However, it was clear that the voice he heard in his dream was not the woman in front of him, but another girl. Her voice was very gentle and sweet, and she kept calling him Xiaoling. It was this voice that made An Ling suddenly wake up, but he couldn't remember what this girl looked like at all. Her appearance in the dream was very vague. Although he couldn't tell what she looked like, he could feel that she was a very kind person. girl.

Thinking of this, An Ling started to have a headache again. He covered his head and gasped for air. An Ling waved his hand and asked everyone to go out and have some quiet time alone.

outside the ward.

"Uncle, is An Ling really going to study abroad?"

"Yes, and I will change his name as soon as possible. You must be careful in your words and deeds in front of him. Don't mention the past. If you have to mention it, just mention the love history of the two of you. How can you make it up? Just take care of it. In short, don’t mention the matter between him and that woman.”

"Then my dad's side..."

"Your dad's side is fine. If you ask, just tell him that An Ling is fine and nothing happened, and tell him not to worry."

"Okay uncle, I remember everything."

A week later, An Ling was doing well in all aspects and had recovered a lot. Li Muqing had been taking care of him with all her heart these days, and An Ling saw it and really regarded her as his fiancée.

"My dear, you will be discharged from the hospital this afternoon, are you happy?"

"Okay, I finally don't have to be in the ward...it's not easy."

"Come on, let's start lunch!"

Li Muqing put the rice on the table, and An Ling sat cross-legged, happily accepting Li Muqing's kindness to him: serving him vegetables, peeling shrimps for him, feeding him... just like a young couple who had just fallen in love.

A month later, Shang's cemetery.

Su Kexia held a bouquet of flowers and came to An Ling's tombstone with a smile on her face. Her steps were slow and heavy. Su Kexia's face was very pale, with endless sadness and longing in her eyes. Her hand gently touched the tombstone, and her fingers lightly traced the cold stone surface, as if she was feeling his presence.

"Xiao Ling...I'm back. How are you over there? I'm fine too. I have never forgotten you after such a long time. You are like a curse on me. Every time I miss you, I My chest hurts... It's all my fault, I hurt you... I miss you, I really miss you, can you come back to me? You promised to marry me after graduation, you liar! I hate you!"

Su Kexia's lips trembled slightly, and tears filled the corners of her eyes, but she tried hard to hold back the tears and didn't want to let sadness overwhelm her. She pursed her lips tightly and her eyes stayed on his name on the tombstone, as if she wanted to see his smile and hear his voice again through the cold stone tablet.

"Idiot, I won't hate you... You are a fool, why did you save me? If you didn't know how to save me, you wouldn't have died... I was the one who killed you... I'm sorry, Xiao Ling, Really sorry!"

She stood silently in front of the tomb, as if isolated from the world. The person who stayed in the past forever could never come back, could no longer call her a silly girl, could no longer marry her... Her heart was heavy and sad, But her eyes were firm and powerful, as if telling the world that she still loved him, and he was silently guarding her in another world, even if he could no longer stand in front of Su Kexia...