amnesia

"I want a house with mountains and water, let's build it by the river, and then live in two people, me, and the person I love."

As Du Mo said, he added two strokes on the canvas, and a small bungalow was looming in the woods by the river. Then he turned his head, and the smile on his face looked so bright and heart-warming.

"Wenxi, this painting is for you, and I wish you all the best."

Wish me well?My wish is to be the one who can live in this house with me.

"Yes, I still think about him! So what? Yan Wenxi, let me tell you, I can't fall in love with you! It's impossible in this life! I only love him!"

The smiling face suddenly changed, with furrowed brows and angry eyes, Du Mo roared at himself, the sea breeze was blowing so loudly, these hurtful words couldn't cover it.

"Yan Wenxi, of course I hate you, I wish you could die!"

Du Mo yelled at him, reached out violently and tore off the ring on the ring finger of his left hand, and threw it viciously into the distance.His movements were so fast that there was no time for someone to reach out to stop him, and he could only watch the little shining dot fall below the surface of the sea.

Yan Wenxi woke up from the dream in a cold sweat. At this time, the sky was bright and the surroundings were very quiet. He usually fell asleep at this time, but he had such a dream, and he couldn't fall asleep when he woke up.

Why do I dream about these things...?

Wiping off the sweat from his forehead, Yan Wenxi looked at the left and right in midair, the ring finger was empty, and there was not even a trace of wearing a ring.

Of course, after Du Mo threw the ring, he was the only one still wearing it stubbornly, as if he could pretend that there was still a red thread between them, but every time Du Mo looked at the ring on his hand, Will show a mocking smile.Not long after, he took off the ring for the first time when he got up to wash his face in the morning, and never put it back on again. It has been more than two years since then.

He also knows that some things can become true without pretending. Unfortunately, he didn't think so a few years ago.

Suddenly there was a ticking sound in his ear, Yan Wenxi slowly put down his hand, glanced out of the window, it was raining again - spring is always rainy, the humid air and gloomy sky make people feel down.

He has lived here for several days, and the injuries on his body are almost healed.His brother acted very quickly. The next day after the call, he sent someone to bring him something. The man pretended to be a tourist to ask for directions, but secretly gave him a small bag.

There is a mobile phone in the bag for easy contact. Now he will leave the tailor shop every day to go to the river to relax, and then find a place where there is no one to contact Yan Wenhao and Ah Heng. While following the progress of the assassination, he will instruct Yan through Ah Heng. things on the black face of the house.

He still missed Du Mo in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask about Du Mo, for fear of getting an answer he knew - Du Mo didn't care about his life or death at all.And because his elder brother suspected Du Mo and at the same time protected Du Mo, he had already taken Du Mo to the main house and put him under house arrest. He knew that Du Mo was well.

Lying on the bed in a daze for a while, Yan Wenxi heard movement outside, probably Zhang Jingtang woke up, he thought about it, and got up from the bed, since he couldn't sleep, he should get up earlier to help Zhang Jingtang.

"Morning, Ah Tang."

Hearing his voice, Zhang Jingtang turned his head and smiled at him: "Morning." But his expression was not very good.

Yan Wenxi saw that he was still shivering in thick cotton pajamas and a blanket, and his face was abnormally pale. It looked like he was sick, so he walked over worriedly.

"A Tang, are you sick?"

As Yan Wenxi said, he raised his hand to touch his forehead to take his temperature, but Zhang Jingtang slammed back and dodged it, and the obvious panic in his eyes made Yan Wenxi froze in the air embarrassingly carrying the subject.

Zhang Jingtang probably didn't expect such a reaction from himself, he stared blankly at Yan Wenxi's hand, and after a while he said, "I...Ah..." But he sneezed.

Seeing Zhang Jingtang looking at him embarrassedly, Yan Wenxi couldn't help laughing: "Haha... Sorry, I was too reckless, but I just want to see if you have a fever."

Saying this, Yan Wenxi slowly stretched out his hand, this time Zhang Jingtang didn't hide, and obediently asked him to take his temperature.

"It's a bit hot." Yan Wenxi withdrew his hand and asked, "Where is the medicine? I'll bring it for you. Take the medicine quickly."

"You don't need to take medicine, it's an old problem." Zhang Jingtang tightened the blanket tightly, and smiled nonchalantly, "It's been raining these few days, it's damp and cold, and I caught a cold accidentally."

Obviously wearing more than ordinary people, but can't resist the spring rain and catch a cold and have a fever...

"I'm going to make a bowl of ginger soup to drink to dispel the cold, and I'll be fine after a night of sleep."

After Yan Wenxi heard this, he quickly stopped Zhang Jingtang who was going to the kitchen, and said, "Go and rest if you are sick, and I will cook ginger soup for you...By the way, is there a hot water bottle or a heater here?"

Being pressed by Yan Wenxi to sit on the sofa, Zhang Jingtang was no longer polite, wrapped himself into a ball, and pointed to the downstairs: "There is a brazier in the utility room downstairs. I remember that there is still a small box of charcoal fire. Not damp."

"Okay, I'll take a look later."

After all, Yan Wenxi turned and went into the kitchen, first took a pot of water to boil, and then went downstairs to find a brazier.He found the small half box of charcoal in the corner of the utility room. The box was filled with dry straw. The charcoal was not damp and still usable.He piled the cardboard box on the brazier, carried the brazier and went upstairs.

"The charcoal fire is still usable."

Yan Wenxi said, put the brazier in front of Zhang Jingtang, put a few pieces of black charcoal in it, and then lit a paper towel to ignite the charcoal. After a while, the charcoal slowly burned red, warming the surrounding air immediately up.

Zhang Jingtang's complexion seemed to be better, and Yan Wenxi was relieved a little, so he went back to the kitchen to chop onions, ginger and garlic, and prepared to cook ginger soup.After a lot of work, the hot ginger soup and porridge with minced meat and vegetables came out of the pan.

Looking at the ginger soup and porridge that Yan Wenxi brought out, Zhang Jingtang showed admiration: "I didn't expect you to be quite good at cooking."

"I didn't expect it either. It was unexpectedly smooth." Yan Wenxi first handed the ginger soup to Zhang Jingtang, and after he finished drinking, he served him another bowl of porridge.

"what about the taste?"

Zhang Jingtang thought about it for a while, nodded and said: "It's very good. It's very fragrant, and the taste is refreshing. I didn't have much appetite at first, but now I can't help but want to eat more."

"Then eat more, you are too thin." Maybe it's because of this that you get sick easily.

After all, Yan Wenxi picked up his own bowl and slowly ate the porridge, but his heart was inexplicably bitter.

His cooking skills were originally limited to cooking simple bowls of noodles and egg porridge. After all, he lived alone outside. Although he hired servants to clean and cook, occasionally he needed to cook by himself.

However, in the first year of living together with Du Mo, in order to please Du Mo, he spent a lot of time learning cooking skills. Now it is not a problem for him to cook a table of Chinese or Western food for guests, or even some desserts .But no matter how good the cooking skills are, Du Mo turned a blind eye to everything he did, and the only thing he firmly remembered was the thing he threatened him back then.

Because he made a mistake at the beginning, no matter what he did in the past few years, there is no possibility of being forgiven. His changes and his efforts are all futile and useless.

Du Mo never praised his culinary skills, even if it was a look of admiration or emotion, there was only disdain and disgust for the table of delicacies he worked so hard to cook.Such eyes made him uncomfortable. He didn't know when he stopped cooking, and after that, the number of meals with Du Mo gradually decreased.

He had exhausted all methods, but he still couldn't get any response from Du Mo. He didn't know what to do, so he was at a loss and chose to escape.Different from the one who was full of confidence a few years ago and vowed to win Du Mo's heart even by any means, now he is like a coward, not daring to face this result, not daring to face Du Mo.

"...Rowing a boat?" Zhang Jingtang's doubtful and worried voice woke him up suddenly, "Are you okay? Why are you frowning so tightly?"

Yan Wenxi, who came back to his senses, shook his head, drove those frustrating thoughts out of his head just now, smiled and said, "It's okay, it's just a sudden headache."

"Do you want to go to bed and lie down for a while?"

"It hurts for a while, but it's better now." Yan Wenxi shook his head, "You are the one who is going to lie on the bed. Today I will help you look after the shop."

Zhang Jingtang really needed to rest, so he didn't refuse any more. After finishing the porridge, he washed up briefly, and then went back to the bedroom to lie down.Yan Wenxi cleaned up the dishes, changed his clothes after washing, and went downstairs to help Zhang Jingtang look at the tailor shop.

Tailor shops are engaged in the business of cloth needlework, tailoring, mending and stitching, and dry cleaning, or provide services for customers if they need anything, but it is a small town after all, and now most people go to clothing stores to buy clothes, so the business of tailor shops is also very important. It was so lukewarm, so Zhang Jingtang was the only one running it, and no one was hired to help.

In the morning, he received two guests. At noon, Yan Wenxi temporarily closed the shop and went upstairs to make lunch.When he brought the porridge into the bedroom, Zhang Jingtang was already flushed from the heat, and he was a little confused.After Yan Wenxi woke him up, he opened his eyes, but he was in a daze, and seemed to understand nothing he said.

Yan Wenxi secretly blamed himself for being careless and not coming to check on his condition earlier, so he had no choice but to help him up at this moment, coaxing him to feed him the porridge slowly, then went to fetch a basin of water, wet a towel and put a cold compress on his forehead .

In this situation, Yan Wenxi didn't dare to leave him for too long, so he read the newspaper in the living room, went in every once in a while to check on his condition, and changed his towels. Fortunately, Zhang Jingtang slept soundly, and the heat gradually faded .

When it was almost dinner time, Yan Wenxi received a call from Yan Wenhao in the kitchen.

"Hey, brother, what's wrong?"

Generally speaking, he took the initiative to contact Yan Wenhao and Ah Heng when he went for a walk after dinner. This was the first time his brother contacted him. It seemed that there was something special about it.

"Wenxi, listen to me." Yan Wenhao's voice was unusually dignified, with a hint of irritation, "Although we can't conclude yet, we found an insider here, and he confessed some things, including Du Mo Also participated in planning the assassination attack on you that night."

Yan Wenxi had a bad premonition when he heard it, until he heard the last sentence, he suddenly seemed to be thrown into the ice and snow, and the blood all over his body was numb with cold.He put down the frying spoon in his hand and stood upright, but it seemed that he would fall down at any moment.

He knew that Du Mo hated him, but he didn't want to believe that Du Mo really hated him to this extent, not just talking about it, but really wanting him to die—and colluding with outsiders to assassinate him.But if Du Mo chooses to do it himself, Yan Wenxi doesn't know if he will feel better.

He thought that Du Mo hated him just because he hated him and didn't want to see him.He did something wrong, but he thought he had already got the bitter fruit and retribution, that is, Du Mo's indifference and unfeeling, and those men who were brought back to their house by Du Mo to fuck in front of him.It turned out that Du Mo felt that this was not enough, and wanted him to pay with his life...

It turned out that the dream that woke him up this morning foretold this event?

The author has something to say:

I was almost outside yesterday, and the codewords were only over 2 at 2000 o'clock in the morning when I came back, and I changed to QAQ every day.

Three thousand daily changes is my goal!I will work hard for it~ But it might be normal to update [-] every other day?

Especially this part of the graduation thesis, I'm a bit busy QAQ