After amnesia, he doesn't even recognize his children

The night in the city is like thick ink, imprisoning all the noise inside, and the voice-activated lights in the corridor light up one after another with the sound of footsteps passing by.

Cheng Yu stood outside the door, the smell of blood on his body had almost dissipated, he took out the key from his jacket pocket, pushed open the door, and walked in.

He was afraid of disturbing Cheng Jiayan who was sleeping in the bedroom, so he purposely walked very lightly, but just as he closed the door carefully, Cheng Jiayan's voice sounded next to his ears: "Dad, are you back?"

The voice was aggrieved, but also a little surprised.

Cheng Yu looked in the direction where the voice came from, and by the lights and moonlight outside the window, he saw Cheng Jiayan wearing a green little dinosaur pajamas, sitting on the sofa with the bear in his arms, looking up at him with his little face.

Cheng Yu's expression showed a little doubt, usually when he comes back at this time, Cheng Jiayan sleeps in his bedroom, why is he sitting on the sofa alone today?

He turned on the light in the living room, walked over, and asked him, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Cheng Jiayan looked at Cheng Yu with his mouth flattened, without speaking, his big eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, as if he was about to cry.

Cheng Yu was so distressed that he sat down beside him and raised his hand to touch Cheng Jiayan's forehead. It wasn't hot. He breathed a sigh of relief and asked him, "Did you have a nightmare? Or is it uncomfortable?"

Cheng Jiayan shook his head, lowered his head, looked at the little bear in his arms, but didn't speak.

Cheng Yu sighed, picked him up from the sofa, walked to the bedroom and put him on the bed, he sat by the bed and coaxed him: "Go to sleep."

Cheng Jiayan stared at Cheng Yu without blinking for a long time, moved his lips, trying to say something, but in the end he didn't make a sound.

Cheng Yu's hands touched Cheng Jiayan's head a few times, and seeing him yawning, his eyelids drooping, and extremely sleepy, he pulled up the blanket on his body and got up to leave.

Cheng Jiayan, who was a little drowsy just now, woke up in an instant, and quickly stretched out his little hand from the blanket. He grabbed the corner of Cheng Yu's clothes and clenched it tightly. He looked at him anxiously, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Cheng Yu held his hand: "Dad, go take a shower first, and be back soon."

Cheng Jiayan groaned, and then slowly let go of his hand.

Cheng Yu patted his little face, turned around and went out from the bedroom.

Cheng Jiayan was lying on the bed, his eyes followed Cheng Yu until his figure completely disappeared from his sight, Cheng Jiayan moved his lips, and looked away a little unhappy, looking at the cartoon pattern on the wallpaper, his small face was full of seriousness .

Cheng Yu came out of the bathroom after taking a hasty shower. He was wearing the milky fragrance of the shower gel. Cheng Jiayan liked the smell very much. Every time the shower gel was about to run out, he would tell Cheng Yu in advance to order more for the next time. This brand, this taste.

Cheng Jiayan on the bed seemed to have fallen asleep. Cheng Yu went to bed and turned off the light, and the room was plunged into darkness. As soon as he lay down, Cheng Jiayan beside him slid towards him.

Cheng Yu raised his arms to put him in his arms, and Cheng Jiayan whispered in his ear and asked him, "Dad, don't you go out at night, okay?"

Cheng Yu patted him on the back lightly, but did not answer Cheng Jiayan.

Cheng Jiayan put his small head on Cheng Yu's chest, listening to the sound of the heart beating powerfully in his chest, he gradually relaxed.

During the period when Cheng Yu didn't come back, he was at home alone, slept, and then had a dream. He dreamed that his father fell from a tall building, and a lot of blood flowed from his father. Waking up from the dream, he sat on the bed blankly, looked around, and called out to his father, but Cheng Yu didn't respond to him for a long time, and Cheng Jiayan remembered that his father was not by his side tonight.

The scary scene in the dream kept flashing in Cheng Jiayan's mind. He walked from the bedroom to the living room with the bear in his arms, not knowing what to do. He called Cheng Yu several times, but no one answered the phone.

He was afraid that what he saw in his dream was real.

Fortunately, Cheng Yu came back and came back well.

Cheng Jiayan moved closer to Cheng Yu, wrapped his arms around Cheng Yu's neck, and said in a low voice, "I want to be with Dad forever."

Cheng Yu took him in his arms and patted Cheng Jiayan's back lightly. Why didn't he want to grow up with Cheng Jiayan.

Keren always separates.

Cheng Yu sometimes felt that he should talk to Cheng Jiayan about these things, but Cheng Jiayan was still so young, he was not willing to tell him these things.

As the time approached, Cheng Yu could only let nature take its course.

In the living room, there was a bloody USB flash drive in the coat pocket that he hung on the hanger. After Jiang Yuzhao fell from the roof that day, the USB flash drive flew from his pocket into the nearby flowers. No one found it for so many days. .

It can also be regarded as Cheng Yu's harvest from this fall.

The moonlight came in through the gap in the curtains, gently brushing Cheng Jiayan's small cheeks, Cheng Yu looked at him, what should he do with Cheng Jiayan?

The bright moonlight poured down on every corner of the city like a veil. The charity dinner being held in the central building of Pinghai City was not over yet. Bao Shengyu was late, and the reporters immediately surrounded him when they saw him coming. , put the microphone in front of him.

The reporters asked questions one after another, and Bao Shengyu answered them one by one without haste or slowness. When the reporters finished asking questions, Bao Shengyu smiled at the camera and said to the camera that the security guard saw Some reporter comrades secretly sneaked into the upstairs room, which is not very good, if you have any questions, you can ask him face to face.

The reporters looked at each other in blank dismay, which colleague didn't record the party below, ran upstairs to search things, what about basic professional ethics?

The case has been clarified so far, Jiang Yuzhao also jumped off the building and died, what else is there to investigate?

They nodded one after another, and the interested reporter recorded this episode, which is also a material.

Bao Shengyu looked up at the high dome in the hall. The reporter hadn't come down for such a long time, so he should be dead.

They thought that they were the messengers of justice, who wanted to clean up the world's filth, but in fact they were like insects and ants, who could make them die as soon as they stretched out their hands.

Just like treating Jiang Yuzhao before.

The mayfly shakes the tree, beyond its own power.

The smile on Bao Shengyu's face became brighter and brighter, the flashlight landed on his face, his eyes were dark, like a bottomless lake.

His father was standing on a stage not far away, holding a wine glass in his hand, seeing Bao Shengyu looking towards him, Bao Weilin raised the corner of his mouth, and the father and son looked at each other and smiled.

The reporter captured this warm scene and prepared to put it on tomorrow's headlines.

After the party was over, the guests left the auditorium one after another. Bao Weilin and Bao Shengyu, father and son, drove back home. The two celebrated in the living room and came to the devil's lair with a hint of alcohol.

Bao Weilin vented his beastly desires on the poor girls, while Bao Shengyu half-lyed on the sofa, listened to the girl's wailing, and closed his eyes in enjoyment. When he was young, his mother died in front of him. The scene slowly emerged in front of his eyes, the warm blood splashed on his face, that was the happiest memory in his life.

The night is getting thicker and darker, like an overturned ink cartridge, countless eyes in the darkness are curiously and indifferently looking at the world in front of them, and the weird tentacles that have been hidden underground for thousands of years are surging crazily. With the bang, it broke through the ground.

Flesh and flesh squirmed, black afterimages flashed across the deep night, his smell became stronger and stronger, tentacles came from all directions, and finally Ou gathered under the tall building, in a small garden not far away, The red roses were in full bloom, and the petals were scattered in the soil, like blood stains left behind.

found it……

found it……

The tentacles danced excitedly, swaying around the blood-stained land, come and see him!Come and see!

But the blood under the wall dried up quickly, and his breath disappeared in the wind.

Why not?

Why not?

These tentacles beat the ground frantically, trying to find out a little more of his breath, the tall buildings shook, the ground cracked, and smoke and dust filled the sky.

he is gone...

He will be angry...

He is angry.

Sea water surged from nowhere, turning up monstrous waves, and in just a blink of an eye, the entire city was submerged, and this place became a vast ocean.

The tentacles stirred happily in the ocean, and then seemed to have sensed something, and they all fell silent, motionless, as if they had turned into stone statues from ancient times and sank quietly to the bottom of the sea.

He is waking up.

The city is turned upside down, the hurricane sweeps away, the white foam billows, a huge shadow hangs over the water, and the end is coming.

Can't do that.

Can't do that.

He is still here.

A voice kept repeating in his ears.

The tide receded in an instant, and the city returned to its original state, but the humans sleeping in the city knew nothing about it.

Sheng Bainian opened his eyes, got up from the bed, and looked out the window with his head tilted. Dawn was about to break, and a few stars were hanging in the sky. Not long after, a round of red sun burst out from the pale sky in the east, covering the entire The city lights up.

The morning light is all over the ground, and the blue sky is like washing.

Sheng Bainian raised his hand and pressed his forehead. In the past few years, his memory was like a silent mime. He was busy every day, but he seemed to be doing nothing. The protagonist of the mime was him. But the audience outside the stadium is also him.

Later, when he came back from abroad, many people told him that he had a crush on An Jinran.

But An Jinran was dead.

On the first day he returned to Yunjing, it was raining lightly. He went to the cemetery to see An Jinran. The black and white photo of An Jinran on the tombstone confronted him silently.

At that time, the sky was dark and he couldn't breathe for no reason.

The sky outside was drizzling again, the cool wind blew past, and the fatong on both sides of the street rustled.

At Mrs. Jiang's strong request, Jiang Yuzhao's body will be sent to a funeral home for cremation today.

When the citizens knew about this, they rushed to the street, blocked the door of the funeral parlor, and scolded the dead person.

As soon as the funeral home workers lifted his body out of the car, angry citizens rushed up.

Swearing, tearing, pushing...

There are also reporters hiding in the crowd watching all this.

Someone removed the white cloth covering the corpse, and Jiang Yuzhao's eyes were open under the white cloth. He was looking at the gloomy sky above his head, at the noisy crowd in front of him, and at the child in the distance that he would never be able to touch during his lifetime.

The icy rain fell on the dead man along with the garbage flying from the crowd, and the world bid him a final farewell in a cruel way.

The sound of the flashing lights was especially clear in the noisy crowd.

He couldn't even preserve his dignity after death.