amnesia

Finding an unused phone booth in the corner, Yan Wenxi first dialed his brother's private mobile phone number. Few people know this number, so even if it is an unfamiliar number, his brother will not refuse to answer it, and the line will be answered after a while. pass.

"Brother." Yan Wenxi started simply and neatly, "I'm still alive."

Yan Wenhao's deep and exhaled voice came from the phone, and then a calm and caring voice sounded: "It's good to be alive, how is the situation now?"

Yan Wenxi briefly narrated what happened on the night of the incident, and then explained to his elder brother clearly about his location, the fact that he pretended to be amnesiac and was taken in, and his plan to deal with the matter.

"I see." Yan Wenhao said, "It's the same as I thought. It's not clear who the opponent is. We still need time to find out the inner ghost. It will be difficult for you to come back. It's better to pretend to be dead to lower their vigilance .” It also prevents you from falling into danger again when you come back.

"These days will be tough bro, you have to be careful in K city."

"I know. But you can't relax. You have to take care of a lot of things here. Get a new mobile phone number so that we can contact you...By the way, have you contacted Ah Heng?"

"No, I contacted you at the first time, and I will find him later."

Yan Wenhao was silent for a while, and then said: "You just need to contact Ah Heng, don't let Du Mo know about these things."

Hearing this, Yan Wenxi paused in his heart, and his tone became serious: "Brother, are you doubting Du Mo?"

"I have reason to doubt him." Yan Wenhao said calmly, "Besides, even if this matter has nothing to do with Du Mo, if Du Mo knows these things when the situation is unknown, it will put him in a more dangerous situation. "

Yan Wenxi knew what his elder brother said was reasonable, Du Mo hated him so much, his elder brother would naturally suspect him, but he himself believed in Du Mo, even though he knew that Du Mo wanted him to die, but his feelings made him He trusted Du Mo unconditionally.

But the elder brother is right, if Du Mo knows that he is still alive at this time, it will indeed make Du Mo's situation more dangerous.What's more, even if he learned that he died unexpectedly, Du Mo wouldn't be sad.

"I see." Yan Wenxi complied with the elder brother's request, "Is he all right?"

"It's very good. On the night of the accident, when Ah Heng received the news, he took someone to your side to guard it. I also sent someone to take care of it later." Yan Wenhao paused for a while before saying, "He knew what happened to you There was no reaction at all."

"Why are you talking about this..." Yan Wenxi said gruffly.He already knew that Du Mo would react in this way, but he still couldn't help feeling bitter when he heard his elder brother tell him the truth.

"Just to tell you." Yan Wenhao did not persuade him to let go, he just told him the facts and let him decide what to do, "By the way, A Li contacted me yesterday, but he can't show up now. He The hiding place should not be far from you, do you need him to pick you up?"

Yan Wenxi said with some embarrassment: "This is not necessary, but I am short of money now..."

Then he seemed to hear muffled laughter coming from over there. It had been a long time since he had been squeezed by his elder brother like this, and Yan Wenxi felt his face get hot like he did when he was a child: "Brother, I burned my wallet to erase the traces... "

"I know, I know." Yan Wenhao said briskly, "You don't have to worry about these things anymore, I will send someone to take care of it, and someone will come to you when the time comes, so you can take good care of yourself."

"Okay, brother, you have to take care too."

After finishing the call with Yan Wenhao, Yan Wenxi dialed Ah Heng's cell phone again, and the line was connected after it rang for three seconds.

"Ah Heng, it's me."

"Uh!"

There was a hurried low cry from Ah Heng, and then he heard the sound of him moving while greeting someone. Yan Wenxi waited patiently for a while, and then heard the sound of Ah Heng closing the door.

"Okay." Ah Heng lowered his voice, but he could hear his excitement, "Boss, are you okay!?"

"It's okay, everything is fine. It's just that I can't show up now, and I have to pretend to be dead. We can only rely on you to support us now." Yan Wenxi briefly told Ah Heng the plan of himself and his elder brother, Finally, he said, "I'll contact you after I've settled down in a few days. Anyway, don't go out these few days, the atmosphere will be more dignified."

"Understood. Brother Wen Hao has explained to me, don't worry, brother."

"Well, by the way, Du Mo...is he alright?"

"I'm here, brother, don't worry. It's just..." Ah Heng hesitated when he said this.

Yan Wenxi frowned slightly, and asked, "What's wrong? What happened to Du Mo?"

"It's not that something happened to him, it's just that he, alas, his attitude really seems to me..."

"Stop talking." Yan Wenxi interrupted him, and pressed his forehead feebly.

When Du Mo was mentioned, the eldest brother only said that he didn't respond, but when he came to Ah Heng, his tone was filled with anger. He didn't need to think about Du Mo's attitude.Of course...he didn't expect anything for a long time.

Sighing, Yan Wenxi said in a deep voice: "Don't worry about Ah Heng, just take good care of him. You haven't forgotten what I told you back then, have you?"

Ah Heng over there also sighed, and replied: "I know, big brother, I won't tell if you don't let me say it, I just don't deserve it for you."

"Whether it is worth it or not is my own choice." Yan Wenxi remembered what his elder brother said, and said, "My brother is right, I did something wrong, and I deserve it."

Perhaps this issue has been discussed countless times in the past few years. When it comes to this, the two of them also know that there is no result. Ah Heng once again promised to take good care of Du Mo, which made Yan Wenxi end the call with peace of mind.

Remembering that his elder brother said that he would arrange it, Yan Wenxi was relieved. He walked slowly along the stone road of the town, looking at this comfortable town. After a while, the tailor shop appeared in sight.

The buildings in the town are a bit old. The wooden houses and brick houses are scattered on both sides of the river, with deep or shallow traces of time precipitation.Zhang Jingtang's tailor shop is a gray and white brick house, facing the river on one side and the street on the other, not far from the market in the center of the town. Residents with burdens often pass by the door and greet people on the side of the road kindly.

However, for Yan Wenxi's strange face, the residents would turn their heads and look at him, but no one would greet him hastily. He walked into the door of the tailor's shop under the puzzled eyes of the nearby residents.

Zhang Jingtang was standing next to the workbench in the middle, holding an iron, lowering his head and carefully ironing the shirts on the ironing board, and there were a few freshly dried clothes in the basket beside him, against the background of the river outside the window behind him, What a quiet and beautiful picture.

Yan Wenxi recognized that it was his own shirt, so he hurried over to take the iron in his hand: "A Tang, I can do my own clothes, why bother you..."

Zhang Jingtang stepped aside and said with a smile: "I washed the clothes with the guests, so I iron them together. It doesn't matter." He was a little surprised to see Yan Wenxi rolling up his sleeves to iron the clothes, "Hey, you It irons pretty well."

"I just lost my memory, and I still have common sense." Yan Wenxi said, ironing the last crease of his cuffs.

Zhang Jingtang looked at the side for a while, probably because he was not used to standing so close to people, and his hands and feet were a little stiff as if he didn't know where to put them. At the end, he said: "Then I'm going to cut the clothes. You can iron them and bring them here later. I'll mend your coat and trousers for you."

Yan Wenxi glanced at the basket next to him. Unlike the intact shirt, his jacket and trousers in the basket were indeed scratched several times. If it was before, he must have thrown away the clothes, but now of course he cannot refuse Zhang Jingtang's kindness.

Speaking of which, since his mother died of illness when he was young, he and his brother have never worn or used mended clothes.Originally, the Yan family had a lot of money, but the mother was frugal by nature and could mend and cover up, so the brothers were not allowed to throw them around, probably because they wanted to teach their brothers to learn how to save money and not lose money.

He still remembers how his mother embroidered his name with golden thread on his scratched clothes when he was a child. He and his elder brother looked at it, obviously to cover up the traces of mending, but the three characters Yan Wenxi embroidered with gold thread were very beautiful. , which made my brother unconvinced and insisted on his mother embroidering his name on his clothes.

Thinking of the funny things in his childhood, Yan Wenxi couldn't help curling his lips. It happened that the shirt had been ironed. He folded the clothes and put them aside, and went to get the coat from the basket. When he turned his head, he saw standing by the window holding a thin cloth. Cropped Zhang Jingtang.

Look carefully, Zhang Jingtang is hiding in the shadow of the left eye, wearing a thick single-sided glasses - sewing is a delicate job, requires good eyesight and patience, it seems that Zhang Jingtang's left eye vision is really not good , It also made it difficult for him to learn this craft.

Yan Wenxi only glanced at it before looking away, and continued to straighten and iron his suit jacket with his head down.

He didn't dare to look at Zhang Jingtang too much, because he could feel that although Zhang Jingtang tried his best to pretend that he didn't care, he was actually quite sensitive to the scar on his left face and the unnatural left eye. He always chooses to only let his right face face the gate to be known.

The two were doing their own work in silence, when suddenly there was a knock on the iron gate at the door.

"Ah Tang, why didn't you open the door this morning?" A woman in a cheongsam came in with a paper bag. She glanced at Yan Wenxi in a little surprise, and walked straight towards Zhang Jingtang, "Auntie, I'm sorry for the afternoon!" I have to run again."

"I'm sorry, Aunt Yu, I asked you to make a trip for nothing this morning." Zhang Jingtang hurriedly took the bag from his aunt's hand and explained, "I went to the hospital with my adoptive father's nephew, but I was delayed."

"Ah, old tailor Cheng's nephew? I heard that he has a brother outside..." Aunt Yu said in surprise, then turned to look at Yan Wenxi, "Hey, could it be this one?"

When Yan Wenxi heard Aunt Yu talking about him, she turned her head and smiled at her: "It's me."

Zhang Jingtang answered immediately: "It's him, Cheng Xingzhou, who came to join my adoptive father. I didn't expect to encounter a car accident on the road, not to mention the injury, and lost my wallet. It's really bad luck."

Aunt Yu thought for a while, pulled Zhang Jingtang and whispered, "A Tang, Aunt knows you have a good heart, but you have to be careful. There are many scammers out there these days, so don't let others cheat you."

Although Aunt Yu had already lowered her voice, Yan Wenxi had good hearing, so she heard it clearly. Although she knew what Aunt Yu said was the truth, she couldn't help but mutter in her heart—it's impossible to speak ill of someone in person.

"I know, aunt, don't worry. Although Xingzhou lost his wallet, he didn't lose the token. I knew it as soon as he took it out. My adoptive father told me about it." Zhang Jingtang smiled and lied to comfort Aunt Yu.

Only then did Aunt Yu feel relieved, and turned her head to Yan Wenxi and said, "Cheng Xingzhou, right? It looks like you're seriously injured, take care of your wounds, and tell Auntie if there's any inconvenience."

"Thank you, aunt." Zhang Jingtang said, winking at Yan Wenxi.

Yan Wenxi immediately understood when she saw it, and thanked her aunt with a smile.

Aunt Yu happily praised Yan Wenxi, and then she talked to Zhang Jingtang about some clothes that needed to be dry-cleaned, and one that was sent by her second daughter and needed to be resized. After getting off, Aunt Yu finally paid the money, took the receipt and left with a smile on her face.

Zhang Jingtang sent Aunt Yu out, turned back and said to Yan Wenxi: "Aunt Yu is a warm-hearted person, don't mind what she said to me just now."

"No, no, she's quite a nice person." Yan Wenxi responded, but thought in her heart that Aunt Yu was right. Although she didn't intend to harm Zhang Jingtang, she did deceive him.

"Aunt Yu will be fine if she believes our words." Zhang Jingtang said lightly.

"how?"

Zhang Jingtang smiled: "She is the mayor's mother."

When he said this, Zhang Jingtang's smile was unexpectedly a little mischievous, different from the slightly restrained smile before, there was an unspeakable brilliance.Yan Wenxi couldn't help thinking, if there was no scar, if the left eye was as bright beige as the right eye, what kind of smile would it be?

The author has something to say:

I took the train back to school last night, it was a 13-hour drive, so there was no update, baa OTZ

I keep working hard in Asahi Gensanqian (every time I add six or seven hundred characters and I can’t live!