[Tomb Notes bg] Lost Notes

On the day Nan Xing came home, Wu Xie drove his Jin Bei to pick her and Zhang Qiling.

Wu Xie also visited her a few times before, together with Fatty.

Knowing that she and Zhang Qiling both experienced amnesia, they were very calm, as if they were already used to it.

The recorded videos recorded by Nanxing in the past are all stored in the same hard disk, and the hard disk is kept by Zhang Jingmo. She went to deal with matters related to the cruise ship wreck and couldn't come back for a while.

So this time, Wu Xie and the others briefly told Nan Xing what happened in these years.

Back in Yu Village, Nan Xing kept cleaning the house, taking care of the flowers and plants in front of the house, busy inside and out.

Only in this non-stop way can she have no time to pay attention to the uncomfortable feeling of suddenly accepting the changes of decades, and the tingling feeling of her parents having passed away for a long time.

After being so busy for several hours, just when she thought she would have nothing to do, the time pointed to five o'clock in the afternoon, and she had to cook.

Seeing that the fat man was already walking towards the kitchen, Nan Xing stopped him, "I'll come and I'll come, just sit down."

The fat man remembered that Nan Xing, who currently only has memories of before the age of 16, can’t cook at all. After losing her memory last time, the “tomato and egg soup” she made by directly boiling a whole tomato and a shell egg has already Refreshed his understanding of the limit of dark cooking.

"Brother, this scene in front of me really looks like an American drama." Fatty looked at Nan Xing who was busy in the kitchen, and sat next to Zhang Qiling who was having deep communication with the ceiling on the sofa.

These words successfully attracted Zhang Qiling's attention from the ceiling, he looked at the kitchen, and then at the fat man.

"Breaking Bad, do you think Nan Xing looks like the top drug maker among the people? The kitchen is her laboratory, and we are the guinea pigs who test the poison." The fat man said.

"It's not like." Zhang Qiling looked at Pingting's back in the kitchen.

"Sure enough, she is a master of poison making. You, who are invulnerable to all poisons, have been poisoned by her."

Breaking Bad master Zhang Nanxing fulfilled his mission and once again broadened the boundaries of dark cuisine with his own efforts.

As night fell, the day of chaos and chaos finally ushered in peace.

After taking a shower, Nan Xing nestled on the sofa by the French window in the bedroom, looking out the window with a dazed expression.

Zhang Qiling was picking out the books to read before going to bed in front of the bookshelf.

He took out a copy of "Lonely Planet", and the light in Nan Xing's eyes suddenly appeared in his mind when he said he wanted to order this magazine.

Looking back at her: "What are you thinking?"

Nan Xing: "I wonder if I will get Alzheimer's if I go on like this."

After Zhang Qiling listened, he put "Lonely Planet" back on the bookshelf in his hand.

The slender fingers slid across the rows of books, as if they were groping for the tiny mechanism inside the tomb.

Suddenly, he stopped, took out a book of quantum mechanics, and handed it to Nan Xing.

Nan Xing was stunned for a moment, and a second later, his face that had collapsed for a day was amused by him: "This is indeed a good way to prevent Alzheimer's disease."

"However, if I read this before going to bed, I guess the preventive effect will be compromised." Nan Xing took the book and flipped through it, "I might fall asleep after reading a few pages."

"Just as a sleep aid." Zhang Qiling finally took a copy of "The Hitchhiker's Guide to Everything", and sat opposite Nan Xing to read it.

"You're trying to seduce me." Nan Xing looked at the book in Zhang Qiling's hand that was at least 30 meters long when unfolded, with "want to read" written all over his face.

"Come here." Zhang Qiling moved to the side to make room for Nan Xing.

Nan Xing resolutely abandoned the quantum mechanics in his hand, and sat next to Zhang Qiling.

"The Hitchhiker's Guide to Everything" has two books in total, one is "Going to Heaven" and the other is "Going to Earth". This time Zhang Qiling took "Going to Heaven". The long popular science picture scroll is a full 35 meters.

So the next conversation is:

"How much have we seen?"

"About 20 meters."

……

"How much is left unfinished?"

"There are still 5 meters."

……

With the last meter left, Nan Xing couldn't hold on anymore.

"I'm so sleepy...can I borrow your lap to lie down for a while?"

"Go to bed and sleep." Zhang Qiling closed the book bit by bit.

"I just went to outer space tens of billions of light years away, and I can't walk anymore..."

"You don't have to go."

"The bed won't come by itself." Nan Xing's eyelids were almost glued together.

The familiar feeling of body suspension reappeared, and she was hugged.

Nan Xing was half awake in an instant, and opened his eyelids to look at Zhang Qiling's smooth and clean jaw line.

He is so familiar with his movements, could it be that she was always carried to sleep like this before?

-

Zhang Qiling recalled new memories every day, but there was no movement at all on Nanxing's side.It's also a soul-losing disease, but I didn't expect there to be such a big individual difference.

In the twinkling of an eye, two months passed, and Yucun ushered in midsummer.Unlike other seasons where it rains almost every day, there are occasional sunny days in summer, such as today.

Nan Xing sat under the grape trellis in the yard to enjoy the shade, while Wu Xie next to him was playing mobile games and eating tortoise jelly.

The fat man was feeding the koi by the lotus pond beside him. He has been obsessed with studying Feng Shui recently, saying that their house must have Qinglong Xuanwu to guard the house.

So he built the pool from the middle into the shape of a gossip diagram, raising koi on one side, which is said to represent Qinglong, and tortoises on the other side, which is said to represent Xuanwu.

"Doublekill!" The notification sound from Wu Xie's phone successfully woke up the drowsy Nan Xing.

She squinted her eyes and scanned around, and finally her eyes fell on the tall and straight figure under the tall bergamot tree at the door.

Zhang Qiling was still chatting with the Zhang family who came to see him today, and he really couldn't imagine what two people who couldn't speak talked for so long.

Wu Xie has made a plan to find Zhang's family over the years. After hearing what he told Fatty, there are still some echoes one after another.

The Zhang family who came here today was found after receiving the message.His name is Zhang Haiyu, and he is much older than Nan Xing. It is said that the place where the patriarch lives now is the temple of the Zhang family, and he came here on a special pilgrimage.

Although Nan Xing really couldn't get any link between such a self-built country house and the temple.

"Naive, put down your phone quickly, and help me feed Xuanwu next to me. I have to serve Qinglong, and I really can't get away." The fat man yelled from the side.

"Tsk, I lost the game when I was called out by you," Wu Xie put down his phone with a frown, walked to the pool with Guiling jelly, and asked the turtle in the pool, "Hey, have you eaten Guiling jelly? "

"What are you doing naive, quickly take the things in your hand away, far away." The fat man was in a hurry, "Nan Xing, come and feed, don't stare at the bottle boy."

Nan Xing continued to look at Zhang Qiling as if he didn't hear it.

Zhang Qiling seemed to have heard the movement in the yard, turned his head to look over here, and collided with Nan Xing's eyes that he hadn't had time to retract.

We hit each other, and it would be too much to look away.

So Nan Xing looked at him without moving.

But he seemed to glance over here casually, his eyes didn't stay on her, and he turned around and continued talking to Zhang Haiyu.

I don't know what she was nervous about just now, they are already an old couple, it's okay to be caught peeking at him.

Zhang Haiyu and Zhang Qiling left after chatting, with a relieved look on their faces, as if they had completed a major event in their lives.

At night, Nan Xing saw an extra suitcase on Zhang Qiling's desk.

The suitcase was opened, and inside was a stack of house books.

"Zhang Haiyu brought it here." Zhang Qiling picked up a box in the suitcase and handed it to Nan Xing: "He said this is a gift for you."

"For me?" Nan Xing was surprised.

"Ah."

Nan Xing opened it, and there was also a housebook inside.

Open it, the one on Beijing Financial Street, and close it again.

It's really a simple and rude meeting ceremony that reveals an exaggerated local tyrant.

This is not the first time that Nan Xing has been blinded by the wealth of the Zhang family. The last time a Zhang family named Zhang Haiyang came to him and gave him a stack of house books. The house that time was in the Jiangnan area represented by Shanghai Gubei of.

The houses under Zhang Qiling's name have spread all over the CBDs of first- and second-tier cities.

"What are you thinking?" Zhang Qiling's voice pulled her back from her thoughts.

"I was thinking that you are now a man worth tens of billions." Nan Xing joked with a smile, "And you are also handsome, with a good figure, good skills, high IQ, so perfect, you dare not write like that in novels."

Zhang Qiling looked at her silently, and finally shook his head.

It can be seen that these rainbow fart-style compliments are not helpful to him.To be more precise, he doesn't care about these things that others can't ask for.

"You don't like these descriptions, so do you have any other descriptions that you like a little bit?" Nan Xing asked.

Zhang Qiling was silent for a while, as if he was seriously thinking about her question, and then looked at her, his dark eyes seemed to be a little twitching: "You man."

?

This man is a bit flirtatious and wants to rua.

Wait, don't rush rua yet.

Something seems wrong.

This is a bit middle school, a bit A, and a bit domineering CEO's lines really don't match his golden and cold jade-like temperament!

"Zhang Qiling," Nan Xing looked at Zhang Qiling's frigid face, and said slowly, "Your personality has collapsed."

Zhang Qiling, whose avatar collapsed, did not answer her words, and closed the suitcase, "Go to bed early."

He returned to his usual cold appearance of falling snow among the pines.

-

After Nan Xing took a shower, he lay on the bed, but his mind was full of the expression when he said "Your man".

So brainwashed.

I can't forget it.

She turned around and quietly looked at Zhang Qiling by the dim light of the night lamp.

He seemed to be sleeping unsteadily, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, cutting off the dim light. The light and shadow were just right, as delicate and vivid as an oil painting.

Oh, this mascara.

He stretched out his hand uncontrollably, wanting to feel it, but was suddenly gripped tightly.

Is he awake?

While Nan Xing was struggling to withdraw his hand, he paid attention to the expression on Zhang Qiling's face.

He frowned tightly and pursed his lips tightly, as if he was haunted by a nightmare.

But this state was very short, almost for an instant, Zhang Qiling opened his eyes and stared at Nan Xing who was close at hand.

Nan Xing had never seen his eyes like this before, as if he was in the deepest and coldest seabed, a suffocating sense of oppression swept his whole body.

"Zhang Qiling, you..." Before Nan Xing could finish speaking, he pressed her into his arms and hugged her tightly, causing pain in her ribs.

"Call me little brother." He buried his chin on her shoulder, feeling her body temperature and the aroma of bergamot.

"Brother..." Nan Xing called out at a volume that he couldn't hear clearly.

"Yeah." The strength of holding her finally loosened a little.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Nan Xing asked tentatively.

"No."

"Then why..."

"I remembered something." Zhang Qiling let go of her, and looked down into her eyes.

"Maybe there are some memories, it's better to forget than to remember." Nan Xing is rare to be so philosophical, "Is it related to me?"

"you are dead."

The expression on Nan Xing's face froze, and then he relaxed again, "I'm still alive. However, I feel miserable, and I suddenly feel that amnesia is not all bad."

"I will protect you from now on." Zhang Qiling let go of his right hand that had been holding onto Nan Xing's wrist, and gently stroked her cheek.

Nan Xing's heart skipped a beat, and the cheeks touched by Zhang Qiling suddenly felt a little hot, his eyes wandered for a while, and he looked directly at him again: "From then on, I will ask you to take care of me."

Zhang Qiling lowered his eyes slightly: "Nan Xing."

It was as if the deep well water was rippling slightly, and there was a possessive desire that was lost and found in that voice, but it seemed to be well hidden, so that it was shapeless, and there was no trace in an instant.

Nan Xing's heartbeat was disturbed by the call, and he forgot to answer.

The atmosphere was slipping towards a dangerous place, and Nan Xing's heart was a little uncontrollably flustered. She wanted to breathe out of the atmosphere, and said in a muffled voice: "It's late, go to bed early."

Before she could escape, she felt a warmth on her eyelids.

Nan Xing instinctively closed her eyes, and her eyelashes swept across Zhang Qiling's palm like feathers.The heartbeat was as fast as a drumbeat, she thought, he must have heard it all.

Time seemed to freeze.

Until she felt the soft touch on her lips, Zhang Qiling's intrusive breath, the heat quietly rising from her body, and the soft hair tip she touched between her fingers.

These details gradually remelt the frozen time, and then boil.

The hand attached to Nan Xing's eyelids was removed, and she was able to see Zhang Qiling's eyes through the night light, just like in her dream that day, warm and bright like melting ice and snow.

She was immersed in his eyes, and he led her into that blurred and charming dream.

In the dream, they met for the first time in the Xisha sea area, and then they lived and died together, and walked through the snowstorms one after another.

Nan Xing didn't know how long this dream lasted.

She finally cried, buried in Zhang Qiling's arms and told him: "I miss you very much."

In Zhang Qiling's embrace, Nan Xing closed his eyes sleepily.

Not long after, he was awakened by the light coming in from the window.

"Are you awake?" Zhang Qiling's voice came from above his head.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and nodded.

Zhang Qiling buried his face in her neck, and asked in a low voice: "Do you still remember the day you woke up and asked me the question?"

"I asked you what memory you remembered, but you ignored me."

Zhang Qiling put his voice close to her ear, "There is only one way to tell you about this matter."

"What method?" Nan Xing looked at Zhang Qiling, his deep pupils seemed to have thick ink surging.

Looking at him, Nan Xing suddenly understood, and couldn't help but blush, "You..."

The rest of the words were drowned in his deep pressed kiss.