amnesia

When the car braked suddenly, the sound of the tires rubbing against the ground suddenly amplified. Yan Wenxi only glanced at the oncoming car, and felt dizzy. Then his body bumped back and forth in the car, and he felt pain and dizziness at the same time—as if he had hit his head. up.

What Yan Wenxi was thinking about at such a critical moment was Du Mo.

The one who sat by the river and described the scenery, with a calm smile on his face, said to him in a brisk tone, "The greatest wish in this life is to build a small house by the river, to be with the one I love day and night, and never leave." Du Mo, the Du Mo who tempted him, not the indifferent Du Mo later on.

But he knew in his heart that Yan Wenxi was never the person Du Mo hoped to be with him day and night and never leave.

The black car Yan Wenxi was riding in rolled over and fell off the cliff. Several people came out of the cars parked along the mountain road. They took flashlights and looked down at them, discussing a few words with each other.

"Chase it down and see if it's dead or alive!"

Finally, someone gave an order, and the group got back into the car, looking for the way to the bottom of the cliff.

The car that was forced down the mountain road fell down the cliff, was blocked by several trees on the cliff, and finally landed on the mud at the bottom of the cliff.

This series of impacts made Yan Wenxi dizzy. Even though the dizziness was very strong, he knew that he had to leave here as soon as possible, otherwise, if any pursuers came to investigate, he would undoubtedly die.

There were only two men in the car with him. The man in charge of driving had been shot dead. The other man, Ali, was still panting, but was knocked unconscious when the car rolled down the hill. Luckily, he was the only one who remained awake.And the other two accompanying cars were scattered by the other side, so it is not known how those brothers will live or die at this moment.

Yan Wenxi dragged the unconscious Ali out of the car, opened the front cover of the car, and threw all the flammable items on the three people and the car into it—including money. Then he set up Ali and put the lit lighter Also threw it in.

He carried Ali away for a distance, and then he heard a violent explosion behind him, and he could even feel the impact of the heat wave.He gritted his teeth, stabilized his body, and continued to support Ali with difficulty.

But after all, a person's physical strength is limited, and he has not had enough rest in the past few days, and after going through the chase just now, his brain was also hit when he fell off the cliff, Yan Wenxi knew that he could not last long.

They had already walked a certain distance, and the other party might not be able to find this place if they wanted to search. Yan Wenxi looked around, found a more secluded place with more trees, hid Ali in it, and continued walking forward by himself.

Due to a lot of blood loss and it was night, Yan Wenxi could no longer see the road clearly. He stumbled and struggled forward almost on the ground with his hands and feet, which was really embarrassing.In a daze, he seemed to see a cemetery, and it seemed that there were countless innocent souls smiling miserably at him, as if they were coming to claim their lives, but he had no strength to run anymore.

Since the death of his father, the Yan family was in civil turmoil. In order to regain the power and wealth of the Yan family, he and his elder brother had already committed countless murders when they were adults.For so many years in control of the Yan family's underworld affairs, Yan Wenxi has long lost count of how much blood he has been stained with. If there is a wronged soul who wants to claim his life, he should do so. He is not afraid of death.

only……

Yan Wenxi leaned against a tombstone and closed his eyes.

It's just that he still has people he can't let go of: his only relative, Yan Wenhao, and his only lover, Du Mo.However, if the latter hears the news of his death, it may be too late to be happy.

With a wry smile, Yan Wenxi exhausted his last bit of strength and completely passed out.

Yan Wenxi was very surprised when he opened his eyes again.

He thought that there were only two endings for him: he died in the cemetery and was buried hastily; or he was so lucky that he could open his eyes and see the miserable cemetery again.But there is no such thing as the current one, waking up in a soft bed.

This is not a bright room, but Yan Wenxi unexpectedly felt very warm, probably due to the orange light above his head.He tried to move his body, but fortunately, it wasn't too stiff, so he slowly sat up and looked at the room carefully.

The walls are covered with white glued paper and wooden furniture. This room has a bit of an old atmosphere, but it is very clean and tidy.There were several rectangular cardboard boxes neatly piled up in the room, one of which was opened, and Yan Wenxi saw rolls of cloth in it, which seemed to be someone who was in the cloth-related business?

There was a sudden sharp pain in the forehead, Yan Wenxi hissed, and raised his hand to touch it. The forehead that was bleeding had been properly bandaged at this moment. He checked himself belatedly, the suit he was wearing was gone, but a clean set The old home clothes, the wounds on the arms, chest and back, and the legs have also been properly treated, either with bandages or hemostatic gauze.

Who is so kind to rescue a stranger of unknown origin like him?

Yan Wenxi was puzzled, and slowly stood up. There was still some pain in his body, but it did not affect his walking.He opened the closed door, and saw the man curled up on the sofa in the living room reading a book.

The man was in his twenties, holding a cup of hot tea, looking down at the book on his knees, his slightly long hair stuck to the back of his neck, looking very soft, even though part of his face was covered by the hair, he could still see This is a good looking man.His eyes were full of light, and he seemed to be attracted by the words in the book, and his expression was so absorbed that he didn't even notice that there were more people in the room.

"Cough." Yan Wenxi had no choice but to make a sound on purpose to remind him.

The man subconsciously turned his head to look this way, revealing the left side of his face - even though it was covered by longer bangs, he could still see the cloudy left eye and the terrifying line on the left chin. The finger-length scars abruptly ruined this clean and beautiful face.

As if he noticed Yan Wenxi's surprised gaze, the sensitive man pursed his lips, shrank back subconsciously, and lowered his head to try to cover his left face. This made Yan Wenxi realize his offense, and he immediately put it away He took a sizing look.

"Thank you for saving me." Yan Wenxi said with some embarrassment, "Where is this place?"

"Linshui Town, about 100 kilometers away from K City." The man answered, his tone was not in a hurry, and he easily calmed the atmosphere. "Do you want to contact your family first?"

After the man finished speaking, he pointed to the landline on the wooden coffee table.

Yan Wenxi shook his head subconsciously.

When he just woke up, he had already sorted out the current situation. This time his whereabouts to C City were exposed. There must be an inner ghost in the Yan family. He would only be exposed to the gun again when he went back. This opportunity is to clean up the inside of the Yan family, and then bring down those vicious dogs who are eyeing the Yan family in one go.

"I... don't seem to remember anything." Yan Wenxi held his head and looked helpless, "I only remember... the sound of cars colliding... the sound of explosions... and the sound of people shouting..."

When Yan Wenxi performed amnesia, the man had already walked over with a worried expression on his face. He supported Yan Wenxi, who looked very fragile, and persuaded him: "Don't force yourself to think, take a rest first, your face is ugly."

"En." Yan Wenxi nodded, and let the man help him to sit on the sofa.

He wasn't completely pretending, except for the injury he suffered when he fell off the cliff, he was now having bouts of chills, probably having a fever, so his face was really ugly.

"Come on, drink a bowl of ginger soup while it's hot to get rid of the cold." The man handed over a white porcelain bowl, "It rained all night last night, and I found you with a bad fever when I found you in the morning. It's dangerous."

Yan Wenxi thanked him, took the porcelain bowl, and drank it slowly.Ginger soup is very simple to make. Sliced ​​ginger, chopped green onion and garlic, and a little pepper, it tastes a bit harsh, but after a bowl, the body will warm up.

"Put on a blanket first, don't make your condition worse." The man handed him a blanket, watched him wrap it up, and then handed him a bag, "This is your belongings, take a look. Also, I washed your clothes for you, and they are still hanging out."

Yan Wenxi took the bag and looked at it. There was only a mobile phone, a bunch of keys, and some change in it—this was probably what he missed when he was touching flammable objects, while wallets, business card holders, cigarette cases and the like , Throw it in the car and burn it.

"Actually, I wanted to contact your family, but your mobile phone seems to be broken." The man explained, "I asked someone to fix it, but he said that it couldn't be repaired because it fell too hard and fell into the water. But He said he could try to take out the card, but I didn't dare to touch your things, so I took it back."

"Please trouble me." Yan Wenxi replied, fiddling with the mobile phone in his hand, the black screen was full of cracks, the fuselage was not only wet, but also a little distorted. He breathed a sigh of relief.

He wanted to hide his whereabouts and pretend to be dead in the small town for a while. Although he had to contact his brother and Ah Heng as soon as possible, in order to let this kind-hearted man take him in and make it easier for him to do things, he had to pretend to have amnesia. pity.

Yan Wenxi forcefully opened the twisted back cover of the mobile phone, looked at the apparently intact mobile phone card, opened his eyes and said nonsense: "The card has been cracked, and it is useless to take it out." Then he put the mobile phone into the bag and put it away.

The man responded, and fell silent. He looked around uncomfortably, as if he was not used to being with strangers.

"Then, what do you call Engong?" Yan Wenxi found a topic to break the embarrassing atmosphere.

The man waved his hands again and again, and said, "Don't call me Engong, I'm sorry. My name is Zhang Jingtang, and everyone in the town calls me Atang, so you can call me that too."

Yan Wenxi glanced at the sewing machine on the other side of the living room and the cloth needlework piled up on the workbench, and said, "These things... are you a tailor?"

"Well, downstairs is the tailor shop I opened." After Zhang Jingtang finished speaking, he thought for a while and asked him, "What do you plan to do in the future?"

Yan Wenxi made a hesitant look, and asked, "Is there any shortage of manpower in Engong's shop?"

"I told you not to call me benefactor." Zhang Jingtang stroked the hair on the back of his neck, and said, "I'm alone in the shop, and I don't have much to do in town. How about that, I'll accompany you tomorrow See what the doctor says in the hospital, and wait until you recover from your injury."

"it is good."

Zhang Jingtang smiled: "I'll prepare something for you to wash, you should have a good rest, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Yan Wenxi nodded, watched Zhang Jingtang enter the room to search for things, and heaved a sigh of relief.

In fact, when he woke up, he thought that someone who could rescue a man of unknown origin lying in the cemetery covered in wounds must be so kind to the point of stupidity.Fortunately, he met such a Zhang Jingtang, so he survived.

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Gongshou finally meet~

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