There are always straight men who change

"Grandpa is out." Auntie muttered a little depressingly, and it was a bit regretful that she hadn't been able to see each other.

When I entered the door, something fell out of my aunt's pocket. Looking carefully, it was the small amulet. Neither of the two people who had stepped in before seemed to notice that something was missing.

The furniture in the house was covered with white sheets, and it seemed that no one had lived in it for a long time, judging by the thin dust on them.

"This is the house I bought when I got married. I haven't lived in it. It may be a bit gray. There are new beddings in the closet. Auntie can take them out to dry." Xiao Jiu searched the shoe cabinet at the door for a long time before finding two pairs. New slippers, judging from the familiarity with the items at home, it is true that I have never lived here.

Xiao Jiu, who originally planned to live together, suddenly received a call in the evening, and returned home with her bag full of sweetness after eating.

She said that her husband is back and will go home tonight.

Seeing her sweet face, Yang Yu and Auntie didn't plan to keep her, they went home honestly after dinner.

Yang Yu stood alone on the balcony and looked out. This seemed to be a relatively prosperous area in Hangzhou. From the window, he could see the sea of ​​lights with countless spots of light. The noise and the silence in the room were really two worlds.

"Do you think we should visit their family tomorrow, but how do I remember..." the aunt frowned and said, "The two of them moved back again? Why did they move back and forth? This is an old memory It's kind of confusing."

Yes, how to move back and forth?

When Yang Yu was in a coma, she always lived at Lao Jiu's house. After waking up, she moved to Kunming. When she was at home, she heard from her aunt that Xiao Jiu didn't live at home when she got married. Now why has she never lived in a wedding room? ?

A sudden scream startled Yang Yu, and following the sound, she found her aunt sitting on the ground holding her chest, "My mother, my mother" and shouting non-stop.

Yang Yu stepped forward to pat her, and immediately hid for a while like an electric shock. After seeing who was coming, she panted and said, "My mother scared me to death, why are you walking so silently?" Woolen cloth."

Yang Yu made a gesture and asked her what's wrong?

Auntie suddenly remembered something, supported the floor and stood up tremblingly, turned her head and said to Yang Yu: "There are ghosts."

ghost?

Yang Yu was startled, and looked towards the master bedroom in the direction of her finger, there was actually a faint red shadow in the darkness.

The aunt tremblingly searched in her coat pocket for a long time, whispering over and over again: "Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha..."

With the help of the light in the living room, Yang Yu found the light on the wall of the bedroom, and after turning it on, he let out a long breath.Hanging on the wall is a photo, I don't know if Xiao Jiu is wearing a red hijab and can't see his face, the photo looks a bit old and the color is dark yellow.

But the more I looked at it in the middle of the night, the more weird it became. The bride in the painting was sitting in the middle alone, wearing a dark red Xiuhe dress, holding a black hydrangea in her arms.

Such a large photo suddenly hangs on the empty wall, no matter how you look at it, it feels intrusive.

The aunt standing at the door dared not go in, Yang Yu took down the photo and stood it by the wall with her back facing the room, she still didn't dare to sleep here at night.

In desperation, the two changed rooms. Although the photos looked bleak, Yang Yu slept here all night and nothing happened.

Early the next morning, Yang Yu went downstairs to take a walk before her aunt woke up. She was afraid to find her and dared not wander around, so she walked around the neighborhood. On the way home, she happened to meet her aunt who was looking for her.

Just when Yang Yu was about to apologize with a smile, someone behind him patted his shoulder suddenly, and when he turned around, he found that it was a strange man.

"I probably didn't...recognize the wrong person." Looking at the strangeness in Yang Yu's eyes, the man looked him up and down again and said, "I didn't admit my mistake. I haven't seen you for a few years and you are still so good-looking. You haven't changed at all."

Yang Yu opened his mouth wide in astonishment, the depths of his thoughts were blank, and he had no impression of this man at all.

"Don't you remember me? I'm Uncle Yao's son!" The man said with a smile, but after he finished speaking, he found that the other party was still in a daze.

The aunt behind her suddenly came to her senses, leaned over and answered, "Excuse me, who are you?"

"I'm Hu Yong! The last time you came to my house to get a mirror, my father just disappeared." Hu Yong narrowed his eyes, took out a photo from his bag and handed it over.

Yang Yu didn't intend to take it, but the aunt on the side took it with a smile.

"I'm sorry I forgot to tell you, my young master had a car accident and he doesn't remember anything before." The aunt replied.

The man looked at Yang Yu in surprise, and realized that the other party seemed to really be unable to remember anything, and he hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I must have shocked you just now."

Yang Yu waved his hand.

The aunt hurriedly answered: "He said it's okay."

The three of them stood there without talking, and the atmosphere became awkward for a while. Finally, Hu Yong couldn't help but speak first: "Are you here to see your friends? I live in the building in front. If you have time, come and play. "

Yang Yu nodded.

The aunt on the side quickly translated: "Okay, come and visit me when I have time."

"You...that's..." Hu Yong touched his neck embarrassingly before he could speak, and Yang Yu immediately realized what he wanted to express, and hurriedly opened his mouth and pointed to his throat before waving his hands.

The aunt didn't translate this time, but Hu Yong also understood what he meant, and sighed helplessly: "Why did it become like this?"

This person feels different from Xiao Jiutianhan, although his tone sounds extremely sincere, but there is more indifference in his eyes, presumably his relationship with him was not very good before he lost his memory.

Just ordinary friends.

But the other party did a good job of saving face, and regretfully and helplessly greeted the aunt, asking her if she had gone to several hospitals to check more, and what caused the amnesia and loss of body.

Yang Yu stood aside with a smile all over her face, and suddenly realized that the benefit of not being able to speak had been added.

In this situation, if I can speak, I don’t know what to say, but it seems strange not to say anything, but now there is a fair reason to say nothing as long as I keep smiling.

The other party left his phone number, and when they were about to leave, they suddenly grabbed Yang Yu and asked, "By the way, what is your very good friend doing recently, I wanted to ask him for a favor last time, but the phone was no longer available. , do you still have his current contact information?"

Great friend?Do you mean Tianhan?

The aunt on the side hurriedly answered: "Tianhan always goes out of town, this time it's just the two of us coming to see Miss Jiu."

"No, no, I'm talking about another one, what's the name of that one..." Hu Yong lowered his head, the name was on his lips but he couldn't remember it.

Yang Yu shook his head blankly.

Now the aunt next to her was dumbfounded, the only friends she knew of Yang Yu were Jiu Miss and Tian Han, she didn't expect that there was another one earlier.

Auntie glanced at Yang Yu in embarrassment, turned to Hu Yong and said, "Sorry, I thought you were talking about Tianhan, I don't know anything else."

Yang Yu smiled and shook his head to express that he didn't remember anything.

Seeing this, the other party was embarrassed to ask further questions, exchanged some pleasantries, and then went home with the breakfast he had just bought.

Yang Yu, who came home, suddenly found that the photos in the room that had been placed with their backs facing the wall suddenly came to the front. Is Xiao Jiu here?

Auntie went to buy breakfast, and she came back first. The room was so empty that there was no second person.

Just as he was thinking about hearing the sound of the anti-theft door, Yang Yu turned the photo around and placed it behind the closet without moving his expression, then turned around and opened the door for his aunt.

This trip was to see Xiao Jiu, but Yang Yu stayed at home all day without waiting for a call from Xiao Jiu to meet again. Auntie couldn't sit still and said that it would be better if we came to visit in person.

Yang Yu always felt that something was wrong, but couldn't tell why.

In the evening, Yang Yu sent Xiao Jiu a message: I will visit my uncle tonight.

It didn't take long for Xiaojiu to write back: I'm sorry for leaving you there, there is something at home.

Yang Yu: If it's not convenient today, can you think it will be okay tomorrow?

Xiao Jiu: Not that question.

Yang Yu: You know, I won't ask you why, but my aunt and I are very worried about you.

Xiao Jiu: What can I do at home, idiot! [囧.jpg]

Holding the phone, Yang Yu sighed and didn't know what to say.

The phone vibrated again, and I looked down at a message from Xiaojiu: Actually, I don't want you to come home again.

Yang Yu: What's wrong?

Xiaojiu: Letting you go to Kunming is the decision made by me and Tianhan, in order to let you leave my father.

Yang Yu: You two have something to hide from me.

Xiao Jiu: It's because you and Dad have been hiding something from me!

Yang Yu: I...before I lost my memory?

Xiaojiu: I don't know, but you two must have been hiding something from me, and I can feel that Dad doesn't like you, even...

Yang Yu thought for a while, and sent her a sentence: I have always regarded you and Tianhan as friends, but this time I came here because I was a little worried about you.If you think there is nothing to do, then it’s fine. I don’t want to talk about other detailed details. I won’t ask more. I will go back to Kunming with my aunt tomorrow.

Xiao Jiu didn't reply to the message at that time, but suddenly sent a bunch of messages in the early morning, those words that were backlogged in the deepest part of her heart.

It seemed that during the time when she didn't wake up, Xiao Jiu would occasionally see Lao Jiu standing beside Yang Yu's bed muttering something in a low voice.

As Yang Yu was in a coma longer, Lao Jiu's temper became more and more irritable.

The father who loves his daughter seems to be gone forever, and he treats Xiao Jiu more harshly and harshly. He starts to prohibit Xiao Jiu from returning to Beijing and proceeds to sell the house in Beijing.

Yang Yu lay on the bed like a Sleeping Beauty, waiting for the prince's waking kiss, while Lao Jiu became more and more like the witch who imprisoned the princess in a fairy tale. He looked haggard day by day, and his hair was falling out , until one day he couldn't stand up completely.

Xiao Jiu found it very strange that he refused to go to the hospital despite being unable to walk. Whenever he asked this question, his father would be furious.

As if he knew there would be a day when he would be too weak to stand up, but he was furious at the fact that it had arrived.

He was like an old tree whose roots had been cut off, wasting its life little by little in that decaying home.

Xiao Jiu was a little scared. One night, he heard his father sitting alone in the room talking to himself, saying that he was no longer of any use value.

After many twists and turns, Yang Yu was sent away with Tianhan's help.

The city of spring, Kunming.