King's return

The sky was a little hazy, with dark clouds pressing down layer upon layer in the vast sky.

The shiny black Porsche was driving smoothly on the high speed, and the atmosphere was eerie and silent like that cloud.

Fang Tong, who was driving, peeked at the man in the back seat from the rearview mirror. The condensed air pressure almost made his hands holding the steering wheel sweat.

From the moment he got in the car, Boss Lin kept his mouth tightly shut and never said a word. He just stared sideways out of the window all the way, with a sullen face and motionless.Could it be - Boss Lin had a fight with Rong Jian again?

Just when he was thinking wildly, the man behind suddenly said in a deep voice: "Concentrate on driving your car."

Fang Tong was startled, swallowed his saliva, could only stare straight ahead, and drove carefully.

Lin Yanxiu was silent for a while, then said again: "Before going to the company, let's go to Dr. Zhang first."

"Doctor Zhang?" Fang Tong glanced at him in surprise, "That part-time health nurse with a weird temper? When he was Rong Jian's personal health doctor, he didn't seem to get along very well. What's wrong with Jian's body?"

"Just go if you're told, there's so much nonsense!" Lin Yanxiu frowned angrily, and after a while, there was still anger and a hint of worry in his tone, "That guy didn't know what to do in the morning Yes, using two computers at the same time, I frantically increased my hand speed to more than 400, and as a result, my hands cramp."

"Ah?" Fang Tong's eyes widened and he was taken aback, "400?! How is that possible? He just finished his rehabilitation not long ago, and... in his current state, how could he be playing on two computers at the same time as before? ?”

Hearing this, Lin Yanxiu's icy expression softened a little, and he said lightly, "Who knows how that bastard did it, he lost his memory and is still so perverted..."

Fang Tong carefully observed the expression of the boss, and finally heaved a sigh of relief at this moment. He took the words and said with a smile: "Rong Jian never came, so I can use common sense to figure it out, but how did he suddenly become enlightened?"

He secretly murmured in his heart, obviously he was still a cabbage a few days ago, why did he suddenly seem to have taken X medicine...

Lin Yan's slender brows were frowned. He thought about it for a long time just now and couldn't understand the problem, so he wanted to consult that weird doctor Zhang.

If it was just a one-night sparring with Jones and Wen You the night before yesterday, it would be impossible to improve so quickly.

And looking back at the scene at that time, Rong Jian seemed extraordinarily excited...

Wait... hyper? !

Lin Yanxiu's face turned red all of a sudden. Could it be because of that thing in the morning? !

Fang Tong saw the boss's face turning green and red from the rear-view mirror, and wondered, Mr. Lin might also be sick?

With the strong wind howling, the Porsche quickly stopped in front of a private clinic in the city center.

The billboard above is a bit old, but the inside is fairly clean, and there is a faint smell of disinfectant in the air.

A young nurse at the front desk was reading a newspaper, when she heard footsteps, she looked up and greeted them in surprise: "Boss Lin?"

Lin Yanxiu didn't speak, Fang Tong stepped forward with a smile and asked, "Long time no see, sister."

"Who is your sister?" The nurse rolled her eyes, "My name is Jiejie! Are you here to see Dr. Zhang? It's in the lounge at the back, go in by yourself."

When the lounge door was pushed open, Fang Tong had already skillfully covered his nose and mouth, and Lin Yanxiu frowned even more.

The lingering smell of smoke hit his face. He looked at Zhang Lang, who was flipping through magazines with his legs crossed and surrounded by smoke rings, and said coldly, "How dare you be a health care nurse like you? You will die if you eat just your nicotine." gone."

That doctor turned around, and it turned out to be the attending doctor who treated Rong Jian in the hospital.

Zhang Lang raised his eyebrows, pushed his glasses, and said coolly, "Boss Lin, I'm just a part-time job. Besides, even if he knew he wanted to eat my nicotine, wouldn't someone come here to eat it?"

Fang Tong suddenly felt that the cold air emanating from Lin Yanxiu's body had dropped a little, and he complained incessantly. He couldn't help but think of the horrible scene of Zhang Lang and Rong Jian, two vicious master-level guys fighting with each other. Long lost brother, huh? !Is it brother? !

"Well, Doctor Zhang, we're here to consult you about Rong Jian's current physical condition..."

"Hey, that guy is not with someone day and night, but he came to ask me about his physical condition. It's really funny." Zhang Lang glanced at him, then turned his head and continued to read his magazine.

Fang Tong sharp-eyed saw the sexy girl in the three-point style on the cover of the magazine, turned her head to the BOSS with a bitter face and said nothing, asking for help: This dead cockroach can't get in!

Lin Yanxiu bypassed him and walked over, pulled out the magazine with a "swish" and flung it away without even reading it, staring at Doctor Zhang condescendingly: "Zhang Xiaoqiang, it seems that you want to close this clinic? "

The corner of Zhang Xiaoqiang's mouth twitched: "If you call me that again, I'll go and fill Rong Jian with a whole bottle of Viagra tonight, and let him rape you a hundred times!"

"Cough, cough, cough—" Fang Tong almost fainted when he heard it, and the corners of his eyes twitched semi-epileptically.

Unexpectedly, Lin Yanxiu, who is particularly shy around Rong, has an unusually firm face in front of others, and retorts with a mocking smile: "It's up to you? When did you argue with him? How dare you pour him? That’s really the biggest joke of the century.”

Zhang Lang snorted twice, stood up muttering, "You think I'm stupid?! Wouldn't you mix that thing with Wangzai's milk and give it to him..."

Fang Tong is going half-crazy, who is this? !

The two of them followed Dr. Zhang to the consulting room. Rong Jian, who was far away in the suburbs, was fighting with Wen You on the computer with every nerve tense.

Wen You on the other end of the network cable looked at the raging battle in front of him in surprise, and typed a line: "Did you take the wrong medicine today? You are so angry..."

In the end, Rong Jian was completely suppressed, and he could no longer use half of his hand to type.

After all, Wen You was Wen You, a well-known lone ranger in the competitive gaming world, and it was a far cry from the two ordinary guys who fought against each other in the morning.

But even so, Rong Jian's huge changes in the past two days almost made Wen You feel a little nervous: "Are you really Rong Jian? Have you recovered your memory or found the shooter, you!"

Rong Jian's eyes staring at the screen flickered slightly as if stabbed by the four words of restoring memory. He stuck out his tongue and licked his dry and almost peeling lips, and continued to tap the keyboard quickly with no expression on his face. recalcitrant.

Perhaps it was Jone's magician-like style that gave him great inspiration. Even if he knew that he would not be able to win the opponent, he still wanted to disgust you to death. Rong Jian skillfully commanded the remaining shrimp soldiers and crab generals, constantly fighting harassment guerrilla warfare .

Wen You was obviously disgusted by this trick, a good form seemed to be able to kill the opponent at any time, but it was delayed for more than half an hour and it was not over yet, and he was harassed by the barefoot guy who was not afraid of wearing shoes on the Internet exhausted.

This is already the third game!It's the third game!Doesn't this stuff need to go to the toilet...

He smiled wryly and typed in the dialog box: "Don't you just want me to take you back to your original kennel? I'm afraid of you, so I'll take you there in the afternoon."

Seeing this sentence, Rong Jian breathed a sigh of relief, and finally relaxed, smoothing the milk curled up on his thighs, and inadvertently raised the corners of his mouth: "It's really good for strong women to be afraid of pestering men." .”

"Meow?" Milk moaned comfortably, lazily turning out his white belly.

After finishing eye exercises as usual, Rong Jian went to the kitchen to fill his stomach.

When he changed his clothes and sat back in front of the computer again, and started playing Super Mario, the horn of the car finally came from downstairs.

Rong Jian glanced out the window, and sure enough, he saw Wen You's head protruding from the car window, and turned to Milk who was playing with his tail, "Take care of the house, and I'll bring you ham sausage when I come back."

"Meow!" Milk rubbed his trouser legs doggy, and continued to chase after his tail.

"Is President Lin not here?" Seeing Rong Jian walking out of the room alone, Wen You raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Rong Jian shook his head, wondering if Lin Yanxiu could sneak out if he was around...

For some reason, Lin Yanxiu always falters and haws nothing about everything about the past, while Rong Jian would rather find Wen You than subconsciously avoid him.

Although I don't know Lin Yanxiu's attitude towards this, but my intuition tells Rong Jian that he will definitely not be happy.

"What is my house like?"

The car was driving quietly on the open road in the suburbs, Rong Jian asked softly, his eyes also turned away from the green trees passing by outside the car window, and fell on Wen You's back.

Wen You hesitated for a moment: "I don't know how to describe it. It's an old house in the old town. It was left to you by your adoptive mother. Several times we advised you to move, but you just refused and would rather live in that dilapidated house." In the house, well, you'll know when you get there."

Rong Jian was noncommittal, and suddenly asked another question: "You didn't answer me last time, what was the relationship between me and Lin Yanxiu before?"

"Hehe, haven't you beaten me yet?" Wen You smiled slightly, "I'm a person who keeps my word."

Suddenly, a sense of familiarity came to Rong Jian's mind, this sentence - as if he had heard it somewhere.

His tone was by no means as casual as this, but resolute and resolute.

But he frowned and searched back and forth in the few remaining memories, but he couldn't find the flash of inspiration just now.

Just as he didn't know where his thoughts were drifting, the car braked slowly and stopped.

Rong Jian rolled down the car window and looked at the densely packed old houses and old buildings outside. Even though she was mentally prepared, she was still shocked by the dirty and narrow streets and the old buildings that were trembling with danger.

From luxury suburban villas to slums, there is not even a transition in between.

Wen You's sports car is very eye-catching in front of this kind of old building area. The shirtless men and aggressive women upstairs and downstairs can't wait to come out to see it. There are even a group of little ghosts hiding behind the garbage bins Attempt to throw stones at the car window.

For the sake of safety, Wen You had no choice but to reverse the car and park it on the street not far away.

"Go, let's go in."

Rong Jian looked at the dilapidated walls on both sides of the narrow road, the wooden doors and window lattices were cracked and cracked, exposing the sawdust inside.

The community was very noisy, and from time to time, a man's yelling with dialect characteristics, or a woman's mournful cry, and groups of children playing in groups could be heard loudly.

Wen You seemed to know the way very well, he probably had been here many times, and took him into a unit.

As soon as I walked in, there was a smell of oily smoke and a cold wind. In the dark corridor, there was only a light bulb that had been broken for a long time hanging danglingly.

It was about climbing to the third floor, and finally there was some sunshine in the corridor.

There are four residents lined up on the first floor. Wen You stopped at the door of the third room, pointed and said, "This is it, your pig's nest."

"Do you have the key?" Rong Jian looked carefully at the door with a spider web on the top and the broken glass window beside it.

The corner of Wen You's mouth twitched, and he said with a smile: "Your house is very advanced, you can open the door without a key, just watch."

After all, Rong Jian watched in amazement as the other party raised his leg and kicked towards the fragile wooden door. The door opened with a "bang", shaking off the dust on the ground, and the spider web also trembled. Still stubbornly persevering in the corner.

"Could it be...you always open the door in this way every time you come?" Rong Jian followed into the room, and the musty smell inside made him frown.

"No, of course not." Wen You covered his mouth and nose, shrugged his shoulders, "You are the one who opens the door every time."

Rong Jian ignored him, and the room was so small that it could be seen at a glance - a bed, a table, two benches, a small refrigerator, and a toilet less than one square meter in the corner.

From the visual inspection, Rong Jian bet that this place is not as big as Lin Yanxiu's kitchen.

There is no TV, but there is an electric fan. The most out of place is that there are two computers on the table, and the keyboards are all MAX5 series dedicated to BQ. You can’t buy it if you have money in the market. There are actually two in the kennel that can't even reach it!

If those game fans with a collection habit find out, I'm afraid this house will have to be flattened.

Rong Jian walked around, feeling here and there, but he didn't have any impression after all, until he saw a porcelain jar of a lucky cat beside the bed, and an old one with faded colors. photo frame.

After hesitating for a moment, Rong Jian first picked up the photo frame next to him, and a yellowed photo inside locked his gaze firmly.

It was a woman with long hair and a gentle smile. Two dimples could be seen faintly. She was wearing a floral skirt that was very popular in the 90s, and she was very elegant in the wind.

She was pulling a little boy, she didn't seem to be happy to take pictures, she was looking in another direction with her mouth curled up, her posture was also crooked, her clothes were disheveled like a rebellious little ruffian, her appearance was very similar to Rong Jian.

Rong Jian's fingers caressed the photo unconsciously, and asked lightly: "Is this me? The woman next to me... who is it?"

Wen You took a look and nodded, "This is you and your adoptive mother."

"Adoptive mother?" Rong Jian carefully tried to identify the woman's face, but she couldn't see clearly anyway. The photo was already very tired and old, and the woman's face seemed to be severely worn by something.

Just like the blurred imprint in the depths of Rong Jian's mind at this moment, there is a thick fog, no matter how much he recalls, there is nothing he can do.

Rong Jian suddenly felt a little palpitating. The moment he saw the woman's smile, a strong feeling of sadness and fear surged in his heart, and rushed into his eyes.

He desperately and eagerly wanted to know everything about this woman and his past, but he couldn't think of anything, and his head hurt from thinking about it.

It seems that I have lost something very important in my life, and I can never find it again, and my throat is blocked and dry in sadness.

He pulled that photo out of the frame, and inadvertently dropped out another one. It turned out that it was hidden behind that photo, and it couldn't be seen unless it was pulled out.

This photo looked much newer, there were no women in it, only six or seven boys, Rong Jian recognized himself standing in the far corner, about a youthful age in his early 20s.

He is tall, with a calm expression, and he seems to have a somewhat aloof feeling that stands out from the crowd.

"Huh? Isn't this—" Rong Jian pointed in surprise at the boy standing beside him with his arms crossed, with a mocking smile and slightly raised chin, no matter how familiar he looked.

Wen You looked at the direction of his finger, smiled lightly, and said, "Yes, that's your Boss Lin."