Shield of Rebirth

In a place close to mountains and rivers, under the cover of trees, a piece of eaves is faintly exposed.

The garden is a very old Chinese style with blue bricks and large tiles, the layout is magnificent and ancient, and it can be seen from some subtleties that the house is indeed old.

The old house of the Ling family is really old. Ling Feng was only a child. When his grandparents were still alive, he often came here. However, due to some time factors, his grandparents died here, and this place has become Ling It was a sad place that Feng's parents avoided. In the end, even the family gradually forgot about this place purposefully.

And speaking of it, this place has also fallen into other people's hands, and Ling Feng's parents have never thought of buying it back.It wasn't until Ling Feng took power and further developed his business to where it is now that he bought it from someone else.

Ling Feng still remembers that at that time, the relationship between him and his parents was the most embarrassing, and the memory of a happy family as a child seemed a bit precious, although maybe even he didn't realize it.

Ling Feng pushed Zhou Chen, who was in a wheelchair, to walk in the garden, looking at the dilapidated courtyard because it had not been inhabited for a long time, with far-reaching eyes.

At the beginning, the hypnosis method used by Lai Feisi was relatively mild because of safety factors. Although he was more confident in his own hypnosis, he still suggested that he find a place that is the most unfamiliar to people with amnesia and rest away from stimulation to ensure that there is nothing wrong with it. At that time, Ling Feng thought of this for some reason.

"...Dad, what's the matter with you? Is there something wrong? If there is something, you don't need to accompany me." Zhou Chen raised his head sideways and looked at Ling Feng with pure eyes. His words at this time were not like those he just woke up three days ago. When I came, I was so panicked and at a loss.

Although he can't remember anything, but with a father who seems to be very reliable, he doesn't panic so much, of course, except for some behaviors that make him feel weird, such as now.

Ling Feng bent down, kissed Zhou Chen's pure and trusting eyes gradually, then rubbed his cheek against Zhou Chen's face, and said softly: "Dad has already taken care of other things in order to accompany you. It's gone, so don't worry."

It's not that Ling Feng never thought about taking advantage of Zhou Chen's memory loss and changing them to an easier identity, such as a lover or something, but he never thought about letting Zhou Chen lose his memory from the beginning, and his face and It was easy to see the similarities on Zhou Chen's face, so after hesitating, he persuaded himself not to be too greedy.

After all, at the very beginning, he just wanted Zhou Chen not to reject him completely. As long as Zhou Chen didn't reject him, there would be opportunities for other things.

But a deceitful restart has too many hidden dangers.

Zhou Chen wiped his rubbed cheeks with his hands, his brows were a little tangled, and then he said slowly: "Oh."

It is undeniable that his father is fine, and he is actually very happy to be with him. After all, he doesn't remember anything now, only this one close person.

"Dad lived here for a while when he was a child. You see, that stone, Dad used to stand there, using a bamboo basket to catch your great-grandpa's favorite koi. It’s just that I’m a little distracted when I think about the past.” Ling Feng was telling the truth, moving here again, the memories that he thought he had forgotten were not really forgotten as he thought, there is always a little slip into mind.

"Ah?" Turning his head to look at the rock, and looking at Ling Feng's face, Zhou Chen couldn't imagine what it was like for this steady-faced person to escape when he was a child.

A reduced version of steady Ling Feng couldn't help but appear in his mind, with a steady look on his face doing strange things, with a smile on his face.

Looking at the smile on Zhou Chen's face, Ling Feng felt less guilt in his heart. He had never seen his youngest son's smile that was so unburdened. It was as clear as the spring sunshine, which made him bend involuntarily. Mouth.

"Dad doesn't look like a person who would do that kind of thing at all, I don't believe it." Although Zhou Chen said he didn't believe it, the smile on his face didn't change at all, instead he wrinkled his nose childishly.

"Hehe, Dad actually couldn't believe it when he remembered it. It felt like it happened in the last lifetime." Rubbing Zhou Chen's hair, watching him brighten up a little bit, Ling Feng's breath was very soft.

When Zhou Chen just woke up, he seemed dazed and flustered because he didn't remember anything, which made Ling Feng regret his behavior for a moment, but seeing the current situation, his heart finally calmed down.

After strolling around the garden for a while, Ling Feng didn't mind telling Zhou Chen the embarrassing things about his childhood to Zhou Chen, who couldn't remember anything. Seeing how he was laughing, he wished he could make up some things that didn't exist at all so that Zhou Chen could not remember anything. The mood has been so happy.

Actually, even if Zhou Chen didn't lose his memory, Ling Feng wouldn't mind telling him about these things, but if Zhou Chen didn't lose his memory, he probably wouldn't listen to these things at all.

Ling Feng raised his wrist, looked at the time, and said to Zhou Chen: "Okay, it's almost time for dinner. Daddy will make you Xiaochao today? You used to like it very much."

Zhou Chen thought for a while and said, "But today I still want to eat the chicken noodle soup I ate yesterday, or should I still eat chicken noodle soup, okay?" Looking up at Ling Feng expectantly, he said.

"Hmm... It's not impossible, but how about having a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a small bowl of wontons? Dad has already prepared the ingredients for the wontons. Does Xiaotian really have the heart to let Dad's hard work go to waste?" Ling Feng patted Zhou Chen's forehead and said with a smile.

Zhou Chen frowned, struggled for a while and said, "The bowl of chicken noodle soup shouldn't be as big as it was yesterday, it's just as big as this." He stretched out his hand to gesture for the size, and then it felt a little small, and then enlarged it quietly.

"Okay, whatever you say is what you say, let's go, go to the kitchen with Dad, and help Dad make wontons, okay?" Ling Feng looked at Zhou Chen's small movements, and couldn't help but rubbed his hair again.In fact, he really wanted to kiss again, but for some reason, let's forget it for now.

Zhou Chen nodded, looking forward to it.

Chicken soup, big bone soup, no matter whether you eat it or not, Ling Feng will have someone prepare it, especially the big bone soup, not only prepared every day, but Zhou Chen must drink a bowl every day.

Zhou Chen's leg was injured, tendons and bones. Although it has been treated to the point that as long as the exercise is done well, there will be no sequelae, but Ling Feng is still a little worried, and carefully asked a lot of prescriptions to take care of it. Among them, big bone broth is said to have a significant effect in supplementing the shape.Fortunately, Zhou Chen didn't dislike the taste, and he didn't discount it when he drank it, which made him feel a little regretful.

Chicken soup noodles are much simpler now that chicken soup is prepared, and Ling Feng also found that he himself prefers simple things to other delicate foods now.

For example, chicken soup noodles, chicken soup noodles with green vegetables, chopped green onion and coriander, simple and simple, he tried several times according to the steps, and he was happy to eat it by himself, and Zhou Chen also liked it very much.

The taste is clear, not oily or greasy, refreshing but mellow, even the taste of chopped green onions is harmonious and prominent, it is really delicious.

The simpler the taste, the more delicious it is as long as it is done well. Once you get used to simple deliciousness, you will be picky about other things.

However, he was not as serious and simple as what Zhou Chen ate before.

Just like chicken soup, he not only boiled it out simply, but also added some traditional Chinese medicine and ingredients in it after the advice of many Chinese medicine nutritionists.

Without changing the taste of chicken soup, the taste is more mellow and the nutrition is easier to absorb.Such steps are naturally indispensable for big bone broth.

In the kitchen, Ling Feng took off his coat, took off his watch, put it aside, put on an apron, washed himself and Zhou Chen's hands, took out the wonton wrappers and wonton fillings that he had prepared earlier, and put them on the short shelf in the kitchen. table, said: "Come on, together."

"Is that so?" Zhou Chen picked up a piece of chaotic skin, then picked up the small spoon next to the stuffing, dug out a large piece of stuffing and was about to put it on the skin.

Ling Feng skillfully squeezed the one in his hand and put it on the empty plate beside him. He practiced many times during the years when Zhou Chen left.Seeing Zhou Chen's appearance, he walked over to give instructions: "Wait, there's a little too much stuffing, next time Dad will teach you how to make dumplings, it only takes so much to make dumplings... Knead it, knead it like Dad did just now,... …Slow down, you pinched too much, now, the top part is scattered, after cooking, it looks like a butterfly.”

Zhou Chen looked at the first awkward wonton, but the second one felt much easier. After knowing how to do it, it felt as easy as if he had done it before: "Dad, I should know how to make wontons before. ? You see, I am no worse than you now."

Lifting the wonton in his hand, Zhou Chen was a little proud.

Ling Feng smiled and said: "Well, you knew it before, and it was much better than me." He didn't know it before, but now it's hard to say who is better at it, after all, even his youngest son knew it before. , but absolutely never studied and practiced like him.

Although he made Zhou Chen lose his memory and couldn't remember many things clearly, he didn't lose his intelligence or instinct. That's why he found the safest hypnotist, otherwise he wouldn't be able to find someone who can hypnotize him. people.

However, less safe methods generally have sequelae, such as headaches, mental tension, or a blank sheet of paper that is stimulated and even forgets daily behaviors.

But Zhou Chen was different. Although he didn't remember it at the time, as long as he saw it and learned it, it was the same as instinct. For example, he didn't remember that he knew how to read, but when he saw it, he felt that he knew it.

The kind of situation that even the common sense of life has been forgotten, finally did not happen.

That kind of situation might make Zhou Chen rely on him even more, but at the same time, every time he saw that kind of situation, it would feel like he had experienced a psychological torment, which is just right now.

Apart from the guilt caused by Zhou Chen's dazed panic at the beginning, the current situation is much, much better than what he had imagined at the beginning.

For dinner Zhou Chen first ate a small bowl of Chaos, and then hesitated whether to eat Chaos or chicken noodle soup for the second bowl, and finally ate a small bowl of Chaos, chicken noodle soup, and so on. I can eat it next time, Little Chaos was made by himself.

Ling Feng also acted as if he didn't know Zhou Chen's entanglement. After dinner, the sky had not completely darkened yet. Ling Feng carried Zhou Chen off the wheelchair and put him on the sofa, and then watched a movie together with Zhou Chen in his arms. Say some endless words, or occasionally don't speak, but the atmosphere is not awkward or deserted at all, but there is a sense of tacit understanding in it.

Watching the movie, Zhou Chen felt a little bored, maybe because he wasn't very interested in the movie, so he casually asked him something he was curious about.

"By the way, Dad, why do you say my name is Zhou Chen, but you call me Xiaotian?" Zhou Chen asked casually as he leaned on Ling Feng with his leg in a plaster cast lying sideways on the sofa.

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, then remained silent for a while, and after Zhou Chen moved his body a little uneasy because of his silence, he said: "You have two names, one is Zhou Chen, the other is Ling Tian, ​​Zhou Chen You got the name yourself."

"Then, is Ling Tian the name my father gave me?" Zhou Chen actually wanted to ask him why he chose a name for himself, and the surname was different, but in the end he asked another question.

After all, even though he lost his memory, his thinking ability did not decrease. On the contrary, because there were few things in his memory, many clues and incongruities seemed particularly abrupt.But also because of amnesia, he is very sensitive to other people's emotions. He can feel that his father's feelings for him are real, so he doesn't worry too much.

"...No, it was the name your mother gave you. Your mother has been dead for a long time, but Xiaotian prefers the name he chose, and Dad also likes the name Xiaotian chose himself, but Xiaotian belongs to Dad alone. No one can call you by my nickname except Dad, you know?" Ling Feng said to Zhou Chen cautiously, and carefully observed Zhou Chen's expression, for fear that he might have any wrong emotions.

But fortunately, after hearing these words, Zhou Chen didn't seem to be much moved, which made Ling Feng heave a sigh of relief.

It's not that he didn't think of perfunctory, or making up some lies, but every time he wanted to blurt out, he couldn't help but replace it with the truth. He had had enough of the bitter fruit of the deception in the past, and when it happened again, he didn't want to be A fateful reincarnation.

When Zhou Chen lost his memory, he was already very curious. After thinking about Ling Feng's words, he felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong. His mind was blank, and he didn't know where to start when he wanted to ask. After a while, he responded casually, "Oh, I see."

"Do you really want to restore your memory?" Ling Feng looked at Zhou Chen's depressed expression, and asked with some discomfort in his heart. Although he always persuaded himself and gave himself many reasons, the feeling of guilt always popped up all the time .

After Zhou Chen frowned and thought for a while, he nodded and said, "Well, I want to restore my memory, because I always feel empty in my head. Many times, Dad, I don't know anything about what you said. When you talk to me, sometimes you think about it. It feels very uncomfortable to ask something, but I don’t know where to start. Also, my father told me a lot about this place, but I have no impression at all, and I still feel that this place is very strange.”

Ling Feng embraced Zhou Chen, who was frowning, into his arms, heaved a long sigh, and asked tentatively: "Idiot, it's natural for you to be unfamiliar, because this is your first time here, I only stayed here when I was a child, and I seldom come back when I grow up....And, what if I don't want you to restore your memory?"

"Why?" Zhou Chen raised his head and asked seriously, the puzzled and even aggrieved look in his eyes was directly exposed in front of Ling Feng.

Ling Feng raised his hand, holding Zhou Chen's face, his eyes were relatively silent for a while before he said: "Because your previous memory was not happy, I don't want you to be unhappy, so I don't want you to recover your memory. You are always happy."

Zhou Chen thought for a while before he understood what Ling Feng said, that is to say, the part of his lost memory is not good?But why did he have a bad memory before?

Do you want to ask Dad?Zhou Chen hesitated for a moment, then gave up: "Since the memory is bad, forget it. But, dad will always be with me, will he treat me so well?"

Ling Feng raised the corners of his lips and smiled, his expression softened all of a sudden, and the apprehension and temptation just now disappeared: "Of course it will, I swear."

He will always be so kind to Xiaotian, even better than what he has shown now, in that case, his Xiaotian will not be uneasy.In that case, it doesn't matter when the memory is restored, right?

Not long after dinner, it was time for Zhou Chen and Ling Feng, who had been resting regularly for the past few days, to rest again.

At this time, it was a test for Ling Feng's character.

Because Zhou Chen's right leg was injured, he couldn't see the water, and it was inconvenient to move, so Zhou Chen had to be helped when cleaning at night.

Not to mention the fact that Ling Feng likes Zhou Chen and doesn't want other people to help him, only that after amnesia, Zhou Chen also feels uneasy in front of strangers naked, so Ling Feng is very polite and does his part. .

"Dad, I don't want to just wipe my body today. I always feel uncomfortable. I want to take a bath." Zhou Chen watched Ling Feng take out the posture of wiping his body just like the day before yesterday, and couldn't bear it anymore. He has memory, and he hasn't taken a good bath for three days, and he doesn't know if he has taken a bath before losing his memory.Every time he saw Ling Feng taking a bath at ease, thinking that he might have lost his memory, he hadn't taken a bath before. Even if other people didn't dislike him, he couldn't take it anymore, and quickly protested.

"Okay, don't make trouble, your right leg can't see the water yet, you can wash it as you like when you get better, don't worry me now." Ling Feng smiled soothingly, his eyes didn't keep falling On Zhou Chen, he focused more on Zhou Chen's injured leg, which was very effective in suppressing the involuntary thoughts that surfaced.

Zhou Chen knocked on the plaster cast on his right leg, and couldn't refuse Ling Feng's weak overtures.For some reason, when Ling Feng looked into his eyes seriously, he didn't seem to want to refuse Ling Feng's request, especially when Ling Feng's request was very reasonable and for his own good.

But Ling Feng would always agree as soon as he said something, which made Zhou Chen a little bit reconciled, but he didn't want to make trouble for no reason, so he pursed his mouth and didn't say anything, just taking it as a default.

Zhou Chen didn't take off his clothes in the slightest, and Zhou Chen's hands were not injured. He could still do some things within his power, otherwise he would have lost his memory if he waited nakedly for Ling Feng to wipe his body. still feel awkward.

Taking the towel handed over by Ling Feng, Zhou Chen carefully wiped the places that could be touched, and did not look at Ling Feng's expression, so naturally he didn't know what was hidden in the eyes that fell on him at this time.

Ling Feng watched Zhou Chen calmly and naturally handed the wiped towel back to his hand, and looked away unbearably.

In this situation, he still thinks wildly, which will make him feel that he is really a beast.

But the person you like is right in front of you, and there are plenty of benefits, but that person is too natural, and his eyes are too trusting, so Ling Feng, who is only thinking wildly, touches his nose helplessly, then takes a deep breath, Continue to endure.

Then he had to pretend to be innocent and carefully put Zhou Chen's injured leg away, and wipe all the places that Zhou Chen couldn't reach as much as possible.

When he turned to Zhou Chen's back, Ling Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief and didn't have to tense his expression all the time.

The bare skin under his hands feels unbelievably good, and it may be because he is someone he likes, plus this kind of bonus at this time, in short, Ling Feng is lingering and wishing that it can't end forever, but he rationally reminds himself not to get too complacent, All kinds of suffering cannot be described in detail.

Every time I was suffering, I reminded myself to be rational, and after washing, I regretted that I was too rational, but at this time, looking at Zhou Chen's injured leg, the annoyance naturally dissipated, so the process was quite harmonious.

Wrap the youngest son completely with a big bath towel, and then hug him full, as if his heart has become full.

Put the younger son on the bed, then pick up the towel and gently wipe his hair.

Zhou Chen looked at Ling Feng's soft eyes and gently rubbing his hair with gentle movements. It was awkward and greedy, but he knew that he was actually very happy in his heart, even with a little sweetness.

But he looked up to see that the hair of the person who wiped his hair was also wet, he picked up another dry towel with his mouth pursed, and put his hand over that person's head, his movements naturally couldn't compare to Ling Feng's gentleness.

But looking at Ling Feng's more obvious smile, he obviously likes it very much. Although the posture of the two of them is actually a bit difficult, they are really happy in their hearts at this moment.

Because of the posture of the two of them and the terrain, Zhou Chen's arms felt a little sore after just rubbing for a while.

Although Ling Feng was happy, he found out when Zhou Chen's arms were slightly stiff.

Pulling Zhou Chen's two hands on his head, seeing that Zhou Chen's hair was almost done, he put down the towel in his hand, helped Zhou Chen rub his stiff arm, and said, "It's ready, go to sleep. "

Zhou Chen gave a dry cough in embarrassment, then nodded, and automatically rolled inside to make room for Ling Feng.

But this rolling action made Ling Feng jump, and quickly warned: "Don't move around! Your leg is still not healed, so don't make any mistakes."

Zhou Chen froze for a moment, and then said with some distress: "I know, I know, it will take a few days to dismantle this, I feel that my legs are swollen inside."

Ling Feng frowned. Although he knew it was a normal reaction, he was still a little worried. He thought about calling the doctor tomorrow to feel at ease, and comforted Zhou Chen: "It will be dismantled in a few days, and I will take you out when the time comes. Go play. Go to bed now!"

Zhou Chen nodded, yawned, then closed his eyes and waited to fall asleep.

But Ling Feng was lying beside Zhou Chen, wrapping him in his arms, but thinking about his own thoughts.

At this time, the place they were in was not the city they were in before, nor was it any city Zhou Chen had lived in.

To Zhou Chen, this city is completely unfamiliar, like an old house, so he can safely say that he will take him out for a stroll, and dare to really take people out.

Although I didn't think about making people lose their memory all the time, at least it wasn't at this time. As for when is the right time, it actually depends on his Xiaotian himself.

And before he restores his memory, he doesn't want any mistakes. He hopes that when someone restores his memory, it will be what he originally imagined, not other stimuli.

When Ling Feng recovered from his thoughts, Zhou Chen was already fast asleep. Ling Feng kissed Zhou Chen's mouth lightly, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep.