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"who are you?"

"Chen...Han...don't know..."

The person in front of him lowered his head, twisting a Rubik's Cube for exercising his finger muscles with his thin white fingers.

"You are Han Qingchen, everyone calls you Chenchen."

He obediently repeated: "Chenchen...Han Qingchen..."

"how old are you?"

"Seven!"

He dropped the Rubik's cube, opened the palm of his left hand, showed his thumb and index finger with his right hand, and held them together in front of him, with a lovely smile on his face.

"You are 22 years old this year."

In the early morning, a child-like puzzled expression appeared on his face, his mouth pouted,

"22..."

He looked down at his hands again, as if he didn't know how to make a 22.

The person in front of him lifted his chin with his fingers, made him look at himself, and asked patiently:

"Then who am I?"

In the early morning, the eyes lit up, bent into the shape of a crescent moon, the mouth opened into a smile, revealing the white teeth, stretched out his hands to wrap around Ziye's neck, and yelled affectionately:

"father!"

Ziye took his arm, fixed his shoulder, let him look at him and shook his head and said:

"No, I am..."

He paused, not knowing what he should be, Master?spouse?Master?husband?

After thinking about it, I could only hold back, and said slowly:

"Brother, I am brother—"

In the early morning, he showed a confused expression again, his eyes looked away as if avoiding it, and he muttered perfunctorily: "Brother...Brother."

This conversation is repeated almost every morning.

What is lamentable and sad is that his brain was damaged, and he forgot almost everything when he woke up. However, he still only recognizes Han Ziye.

Only him.

Only him.

Qingchen is very dependent on Han Ziye, the first thing he does when he opens his eyes every day is to search for Ziye in the room, once he sees him, he wants to hug him, wishing he could stick to him all the time.

Rehabilitation is very hard. If Ziye is present, he will be very cooperative. He will not say anything when he is tired and in pain. He just looks up at Ziye's eyes from time to time, looking forward to his smile and encouragement.

If Ziye is not there, then he is like an extremely insecure little beast, not communicating with anyone, not answering any questions, anyone who approaches him will make him so nervous that his face turns pale, and he wants to hide in the hole.

He arranged a new identity for Han Ziye, father.

Han Ziye has gone from the ecstasy when he first learned that he woke up to now accepting the reality that he has lost his memory.

In the early morning at the hospital, he underwent various brain examinations and psychological measurements while recovering.For some reason, he seemed to be particularly afraid of the psychiatrist. Every time he was checked, he was fine, but once the psychiatrist appeared with a kind smile, he always seemed very scared and resisted.

It took a full week to make the thick stack of measuring tables, and Han Ziye had to accompany him every time to barely sit for two hours.

The trauma psychologist invited by Dr. Liu wanted to try hypnosis in the morning.

Ziye carried him into the room that was specially arranged to be very warm, but when he wanted to put him in the recliner, he threw himself into his arms and grabbed his clothes tightly. .

Ziye patted him on the back to coax him, "Hey, if I don't walk away, I'll stay by your side, okay?"

The little head in the neck shook, and the hand holding the clothes tightened a bit.

The blond doctor leaned over and greeted him in English, reassuring him that he would never hurt him.

Ziye tried a little harder to show his face, but saw that his face was pale, with his eyes tightly closed and cold sweat dripping down.

This stalemate lasted for more than half an hour, and no amount of coaxing would work. When the doctor wanted to pull him off Ziye, he became very agitated, crying, "Don't, Dad, don't leave me behind", and almost fell to the ground. Midnight's clothes were torn.

Han Ziye was so distressed that he turned around to avoid the doctor's hand, and tightly wrapped his arms around that thin shoulder: "Okay, let's not do it, I will take you home, okay?"

Qingchen stretched out her arms around his neck, sniffed aggrievedly, and nodded.

Han Ziye went to Dr. Liu, expressing that he did not want to continue the examination and treatment for Qingchen. Dr. Liu looked at him,

"If it is not cured, he will always think that he is only seven years old and will always regard you as his father?"

Ziye didn't know how to answer, he was very happy that Qingchen knew him, and only knew him, and enjoyed Qingchen's attachment to him, but he didn't understand why he would be regarded as a father.

"If you want to be with him... cough, lovers...you have to let him straighten out his identity," he got up to see the head scan in the early morning. No one could explain why the cognition in the early morning appeared so big deviation.

"Of course, it's still unknown whether what I'm doing now will be useful. I hope it's not too great, after all, he was injured too badly at the time..."

Ziye sighed, compared to reminding Qingchen of the past, he was more reluctant to see him sitting in front of the psychiatrist with a pale face every day.

So what about being a dad?At least it is enough to see him staying by his side well.

Han Ziye changed a guest room on the first floor of the North Palace, installed a lot of rehabilitation equipment, and invited a professional rehabilitation therapist to bring him home in the early morning on a beautiful spring day.

In addition to the servants and bodyguards at home, Han Zixi and his group were also there. The car was parked in the garden. In the early morning, they opened the window curiously to see the green lawn in the large yard and the rolling hills in the distance. The flower garden in front and the fruit trees in the backyard were all The flowers are blooming, and the wind blows the fragrance. He wrinkled his nose and sniffed, looking like a cute puppy.

Zi Ye couldn't help laughing, and asked him, "This is your home, remember?"

He shook his head, just looking around.

Ziye got off the car and picked him up and walked into the house.

As soon as he entered the entrance, he saw many people in the house. Besides the servants and bodyguards, Lian Zhi and the others specially prepared gifts to welcome him.

As soon as he saw the crowd, he immediately became nervous, wrapped his hands around Ziye's neck, and hid his face.

Ziye said softly: "Don't be afraid, these are family members, just like me, they like Chenchen very much, and they won't hurt you."

Lian Zhi and Zi Ye looked at each other, then turned their heads to wink at Song Heng, Song Heng hurriedly led his men out to move things from the car.

Zixi came over, stretched out his hand and said softly: "Chenchen, hello, I'm Han Zixi, I like you very much, can I make friends with you?"

Qingchen slowly revealed her face, glanced at him, then looked back at Ziye's expression, Ziye smiled and nodded at him.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly stretched out his hand to shake with Zixi, and then hastily pulled it back.

Shao Jiejie wanted to come up when he saw that there was a play, but Ziye stopped him with his eyes.

"He is very tired today, Jinmei, is the bed ready?"

Jin Mei nodded, went upstairs to help him open the door, Ziye hugged him and laid him down on the bed, and stayed there until he fell asleep before coming downstairs.

Several people sat on the sofa downstairs and looked at him, but no one spoke.

He sat down, spread his legs, he was the one who came in and out recently, he didn't even use the wheelchair, his arms didn't feel good, but his legs were so sore, he called Aunt Fu: "Give me a glass of water."

The atmosphere was a bit dignified, and he couldn't help laughing,

"Why do you have this expression? I'm already thankful in this way, okay? Anyway, it's better than lying on the bed. Take your time, and we'll talk about it later."

When he woke up in the morning and afternoon, he saw Ziye sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at him, his eyes were so tender that they were about to drip water.

He laughed, his voice a little hoarse from just waking up,

"dad……"

"It's not dad, it's brother."

Doubtful in the morning,

"elder brother……"

"Will my brother show you around our home?"

The smile came back again,

"it is good!"

Midnight picked him up, starting from the bedroom,

"This is your and my bedroom, look, this door opens to the cloakroom, remember?"

He signaled to turn on the light on the wall in the morning, and then showed him the top cabinet,

"What's in it? Think about it, you put it yourself!"

Qingchen tilted her head for a while, then shook her head.

"Quilt, stupid."

The small study in the bedroom was converted into a studio, and there was a circle of varnished wooden shelves against the wall, on which were placed a full set of various painting tools and paints, all unopened.Eyes light up immediately in the morning.Ziye couldn't help laughing, he forgot everything, it seems that he still remembers this.

Next to the bathroom, the sky-blue mosaic in the large bathroom spreads from deep to shallow to the roof. Next to the lotus-shaped sink, the oval bathtub on the steps is like a small swimming pool. Reading books and magazines, Ziye tentatively asked: "Here, do you remember anything?"

It was here during the summer vacation when he was 20 years old. He was so drunk that he forced Qingchen for the first time.

He asked early morning to press the second switch on the left, and the roof suddenly opened slowly, revealing a glass dome above the bathtub, through which a piece of blue sky could be seen, and there was a small "wow" in the early morning, and midnight also seemed Re-acquainted with the family that has lived in for more than [-] years, and took a long walk inside and out in the early morning.

During dinner, Han Ziye fed him, and Jin Mei came up to him and said, "Young master, let me feed you, okay?"

Qingchen looked at Ziye's arm, frowned as if he had made a great sacrifice, and nodded.

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, this was the first time he agreed to take care of him after meeting Han Ziye.

Shao Jiejie quietly gave Jin Mei a thumbs up, but Jin Mei stared back.

Back in the room at night, Ziye took a bath for him, and when he was wrapped in a bath towel and put on the bed, he struggled to get out and squeezed Ziye's arm: "Does it hurt, Dad?"

"Brother." Ziye repeated patiently but firmly.

"...Is brother in pain?"

Ziye immediately understood the reason why he was willing to let Jinmei feed him, and his heart was filled with happiness. Looking at the clean and moist morning after taking a bath, it was difficult to restrain the urge to kiss him, but seeing that childlike With pure eyes, he finally kissed Xuebai's forehead.

"It doesn't hurt, thank you."

Thank you for waking up, the feeling of being mended after a heartbreak is really so blissful.