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"What!?" Lin Zhusong couldn't react for a while, and blurted out with a frown.

"Uncle Lin's inheritance to Xiao Jin is with me. Lin Zhujin let me here at the time, but he forgot about it, and I didn't mention it." Wang Lianqing showed no embarrassment on his face, he shrugged: "You also know that during that time, his memory was not very good, and he was a little in a trance."

"I went from being a member of the Wang family who couldn't count, to being able to stand up and grab the family property. I must have some capital first."

After Wang Lianqing finished speaking, not to mention Lin Zhusong, even Li Chenyin's eyes fell on him very unkindly.

"Tsk tsk tsk, don't be so fierce. Even if Lin Zhujin thinks about it, he won't regret giving it to me. He is now half my boss. He accounts for more than half of my assets in my Wang family. This is comparable to his The ones given to me at the beginning have been multiplied several times." Wang Lianqing said with a smile: "What's more, Xiaojin and I..."

Wang Lianqing originally wanted to say that he grew up wearing a pair of trousers, regardless of you and me, but seeing that Li Chenyin had a serious face, he insisted on not saying it.

After Lin Zhujin woke up, he found that the sky was already very dark. He wondered if he had ordered something when he left. The house was very quiet and no one came to call him.

Lin Zhujin called Li Chenyin, but he didn't answer his call. He couldn't help thinking of Li Chenyin's expression of breaking down and questioning himself yesterday.

Feeling suffocated, he picked up his phone again and continued to call Li Chenyin, but he didn't answer without exception.

He went to the company?

No, if he goes to the company, even if he is on the way to a meeting, he will send a message back.

Lin Zhujin felt a breathless sadness welling up in his heart. This kind of sadness made him dare not even pass by the window while he was waiting for Li Chenyin.

When the familiar heart palpitations and panic hit.

His last call was to Li Zhen.

Li Zhen looked at Lin Zhujin, who still looked haggard in front of him, dragged his chin and asked, "What do you think you have forgotten?"

Lin Zhujin brushed his hair that hung down to the front. He raised his eyelids, and his tone was also a little puzzled: "Accompanied by some adverse reactions, and then I remembered something, but it was very confusing."

"Physical instinct, you subconsciously resist recalling it." Li Chen replied: "In this case, it should not be a very good memory, so it's better not to think about it."

Lin Zhujin raised her eyebrows and said, "But this feeling is not very good. If I think about it, I won't have these adverse reactions in the future." And Lin Zhujin always felt that what he had forgotten was not an ordinary thing, What could cause such a strong resistance reaction in one's own body?

"I personally want to recall it subjectively. This kind of memory confusion is not very good." Lin Zhujin sighed and said: "And I have been arguing with Li Chenyin recently, in case I get sick at night or are caught by him What should I do if I ran into it by chance, after I took the medicine you prescribed recently, I seldom do this anymore."

"When did the memory stop?" Li Chen's eyes flickered.

Lin Zhujin was silent for a moment, and then said: "I used to have a lover who was my teacher..."

Lin Zhujin talked for a long time, and the more Li Zhen listened to it, the more weird feeling he felt in his heart. When Lin Zhujin finished speaking, he added some water to his water glass.

"It sounds like you, teacher, are a perfect person." Li Zhen evoked a gentle smile: "You quarreled with your husband this time because of him?"

Lin Zhujin smiled wryly: "It's always because of him."

Li Zhen said: "This will make everyone quarrel, the same bed and different dreams for so many years."

Lin Zhujin stopped talking, and his eyelids slowly drooped, as if someone had just sprinkled a layer of frost on him.

"The memory is broken at his funeral, so it probably has something to do with him." Li Zhen said after deliberation.

"Is that a bad memory about him?" Lin Zhujin heard Li Chen's meaning.

Li Zhen looked at his expression, eyebrows and eyes curved: "If this is the case, are you still willing to think about it?"

Lin Zhujin looked at Li Zhen, and began to have some bad premonition in his heart, he frowned slightly and murmured: "How could it be..."

Li Zhen said: "Knowing the problem can solve the problem. The root of your symptoms is also this memory. You make your own choice. If you want to recall it, I have learned a little hypnosis. I can try it for you. It's not very effective, I can help you change the medicine, but these medicines have some side effects, you understand."

"Just a little hypnosis?" Lin Zhujin asked.

Li Zhen looked modest: "It's not proficient."

Lin Zhujin was silent for a while, rubbing the phone in his hand, the phone suddenly vibrated.

It was Li Chenyin who replied that he would be right back.

So, Lin Zhujin put the phone on the table, something flashed in his eyes, as if he had made some kind of decision, but he was deeply disturbed.

He said, "What do I need to do? Close your eyes?"

"Yes, I will give some counseling and guidance. You should relax a bit, try your best to remember, and don't be nervous." Li Chen's voice sounded in his ears, and his voice seemed to be deliberately soft: "The first time you saw him, what was it?" when?"

Lin Zhujin first saw Guan Shan's young and gentle face with a smile.

He asked, "What's your name?"

Lin Zhujin was filled with indescribable joy when he heard his immature voice when he was young.

"My name is Lin Zhujin."

He saw his gradually taller figure, and saw himself chasing all the way, until he was shoulder to shoulder with his beloved teacher, and then surpassed him.

They were sweating in the dance studio. He held his hand and taught him the details of the movements. Every time he twisted his hips and raised his legs, he heard himself say coquettishly, "Teacher, I don't know how to do it. You teach me."

"I'm done practicing this paragraph, will you kiss me?"

When he saw himself on stage for the first time, he was young and frivolous, with an irresistible arrogance in both his actions and his demeanor.

When he confessed his love on the empty stage after the show, Guan Shan stretched out his hand to him. They were unscrupulous and entangled in the dimly lit and empty dance theater.

Like the days of walking on the clouds, it came to an abrupt end with the sound of the bronze globe spinning.

It was in the heavy snow in Switzerland, like the cold that could freeze Lin Zhujin's life.

The 21-year-old Lin Zhujin burst into tears, and pressed a kiss on the forehead of Guan Shan who closed his eyes, saying I love you.

But suddenly at the funeral, Lin Zhujin's expression was numb, the surrounding area was completely black, and there was a red curtain in the middle.

what is it then?

what is it then?

Why not pull it away?

Lin Zhujin took two steps forward, everywhere was black, he stretched out his hand, but the movement stopped.

Many voices told him not to tear it apart.

But why?This curtain covers the teacher.

Lin Zhujin opened her hand and pulled the curtain forcefully, and the scarlet curtain instantly shattered, revealing what was behind it.

It was a medical record sheet.

At 08:30 in the evening, Lin Zhujin's forehead was drenched in sweat, and his chest heaved violently, as if he was experiencing great pain.

Seeing that he was not in the right state, Li Chen called him, but Lin Zhujin still did not open his eyes.

He raised his voice again: "Lin Zhujin!"

Lin Zhujin opened his eyes in an instant, and stared at Li Zhen in a daze, but his eyes were in chaos, and his pupils were not focused.

The next moment, he ran to the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

Then he couldn't stand anymore and fell to his knees, trembling and convulsing, lying on the toilet and vomiting.