The president called me my wife after losing his memory

"Wife? Wife?"

Zhao Ying's sleepy and pleasant voice came from the other end of the phone, which interrupted Ji Li's thoughts and brought him back to real life.

"you're awake?"

Ji Li wiped his face, turned around and picked up the phone. Although they were on a voice call, he held the phone with his hand, and his brain automatically drew the picture according to Zhao Ying's sleeping state on weekdays, and his heart became A little more stable.Ji Li didn't know if Zhao Ying was disturbed by his voice, and asked:

"Did I disturb you?"

"Hmm..." Zhao Ying didn't answer, his tone was very lazy:

"Honey, are you having nightmares again?"

"Ah."

Ji Li sat up and put on a sweater and cardigan for himself. The heating in the middle of the night was not enough, and it was a little cold. He turned on the bedside lamp and leaned halfway:

"Just remembering something from the past."

"Oh......"

Zhao Ying responded, and after waiting for a long time, he found that Ji Li didn't mean to "light up a cigarette and talk about the past", so he rubbed his eyes:

"Honey, it's only past two o'clock, you can continue to sleep for a while, if you are afraid that you won't be able to fall asleep, I will sing for you."

With that said, he cleared his throat:

"Wife, what song do you want to listen to? Support the song order service tonight."

Even through the phone, Ji Li could still portray the playful look of Zhao Ying blinking his eyes when he said this. He smiled softly, and most of the depression seemed to dissipate.I remember that when he had a nightmare last time, Zhao Ying was also by his side. With Zhao Ying around, the past didn't seem so scary.

"I... really can't think of what to listen to."

He turned on the phone and put it outside, got out of bed, and opened the curtains. The sky outside the window was dark red, as if it was going to snow:

"You don't know how to sing the songs I want to hear, do you?"

"I can learn if I can't sing,"

Zhao Ying swore:

"As long as it is my wife's wish, I will try my best to fulfill it."

"Actually, today, I learned a British folk song from my grandma,"

Zhao Ying broke the topic with a smile:

"How about singing it to you?"

Ji Li smiled and said hello, and returned to the bed. He put the phone aside, lay on his side and looked out the window, and Zhao Ying's soft and melodious singing rang in his ears.

The singing sound is like the flowing water in the mountains, gently washing the round pebbles, making people feel as carefree and relaxed as walking on a forest path, as if they can forget all their troubles, the sound filled the whole room, Ji Li felt that Zhao Ying seemed to be As if lying beside her, she was hugging him gently.

In fact, every year when he returns home, he replays the miserable experiences of the past like a movie, either unconsciously or in a dream. This is why he hates the Chinese New Year and going home one of the reasons.

Leaving this small village, he seemed to have escaped from his past, but when he came back, his past experience was peeled off layer by layer like an onion, revealing the pungent, tear-provoking onion Heart.

Logically speaking, he is a man in his 30s, so why is he still so afraid of this onion heart that he has never seen before?

Maybe it's because he was just a child when he ate that onion heart?Children's perceptual ability will always be stronger than that of adults, so the injuries they suffered when they were young will be infinitely magnified, and then magnified, they will spend their entire lives to fill the pain they suffered in childhood.

I don't know if Zhao Ying's clear and pure singing has cleansed his heart, but Ji Li wanted to cry when he heard such a tune, and wanted to release all the tears he held back when he was beaten back then.

This behavior was too embarrassing, Ji Li quickly sniffled, took two deep breaths, and held back her tears.

And at this moment, Zhao Ying's big yawn came from the other end of the phone.

"You...haha." Ji Li smiled happily, and the state of Wang Yiyun just now was swept away.

"I'm sorry, wife, I didn't sleep until after one o'clock playing games, you have to be considerate of me." Zhao Ying explained.

"Okay, okay, I understand you."

Ji Li laughed so hard that he squeezed out the tears that were suffocated just now, he quickly wiped the corners of his eyes, it's strange to say that this little devil Zhao Ying has the ability to magnify his emotions infinitely.

"Zhao Ying,"

He suddenly called the name of the kid on the phone that gave him a headache, and blurted out:

"I really want to hug you."

After he finished speaking, he couldn't believe it.

Finally came the New Year's Eve.

Ji Li was woken up by the sound of firecrackers in the village early in the morning, and he didn't bother to stay in bed and got up.Last night, I talked on the phone with Zhao Ying until very late. In fact, I didn’t talk about anything. It was just that Zhao Ying sang and he was just listening. Later, he couldn’t stand it anymore and fell asleep first. When did Zhao Ying fall asleep? Not sure.

It's just that when they woke up, the voice call between the two of them hadn't been hung up, so they couldn't hear Zhao Ying's breathing.

Also woken up was his good brother Ji Yan who lived in the room next to him. He just dyed his hair black yesterday, and he was very uncomfortable. Even the pillow cover was blackened by the hair dye on his hair. His already unhappy mood got worse, and he cursed "fuck" several times in succession.He went out of the room with the pillow towel and planned to wash it quickly, but he ran into his brother whom he didn't want to see again, and an elegant sentence came out of his mouth again:

"Hold!"

"Fuck?" Ji Li tilted his head and looked at him, grabbed his back collar and was about to lift it up:

"It's early in the morning, just say hello to brother?"

Seeing that the two brothers were about to start fighting again early in the morning, Yuan Mei hurriedly called them downstairs for dinner, thus resolving the war between men.

Ever since Ji Li grew up outside and made some achievements, his mother was keen to invite relatives from the village to come home for the New Year every year.Yuan Mei is an orphan, so the relatives in the family naturally refer to those people in Ji Li's father's family who would not save them.

Ji Li didn't understand Yuan Mei's actions. Yuan Mei not only didn't care about how his father's family treated their mother and son. stockholm.

But he didn't bother to talk to her too much, let her be happy, anyway, these relatives only see this side once a year, so he can still bear it.What's more, if he can't see these relatives, how can he let them see with their own eyes how good he is?After all, hearing is believing, seeing is believing.

After Yuan Mei had breakfast with her sons, she plunged into the kitchen and got busy.There are many Ji family members, and the house is full of descendants. There can be about twenty people, big and small.The meals for so many people were all prepared by Yuan Mei alone. Since the Chinese New Year meal time is early, it is said that it is good to eat early, so she naturally had to start preparing early.

Yuan Mei has been an orphan since she was a child, and she has a stronger desire for family affection than others, but she has no other relatives, only her husband's big family, and they didn't help her at that time, she thinks there is a reason, after all The Ji family is not a big family with a big business, and there is no special descendant at that time. Everyone is an ordinary person living an honest life in this small mountain village. It is normal not to want to get involved with a big bully like Brother Fei things.

And mutual help between people, she has always believed that it is love for others to help you, and it is duty not to help you, and no one has the obligation to help others.

She yearns for the warmth of family affection, and this family just happens to be able to give her, no matter whether it is hypocritical or not, it is enough to keep her happy.

Yuan Mei was busy in the kitchen by herself, leaving two big boys who were not easy to deal with in the living room staring. , Surprisingly unanimous, sighed again and again by coincidence.

Ji Yan has no blood relationship with the Ji family at all. Ji Zhong didn't know how many years he had been dead since he was born. Everyone in the Ji family knew this well, which allowed Ji Yan to meet with the rest of the Ji family. It was very embarrassing at times, of course, with his personality, there is a high probability that he would not feel embarrassed, and those in the Ji family were the ones who were embarrassed.Ji Yan doesn't want to see them, just because he doesn't want to see them nodding and bowing to Ji Li, isn't Ji Li just a little bit of money?Are they like this?

There is a word to say it, yes, follow the trend.

That's how it describes these people.

Although Ji Yan doesn't have a good impression of Ji's family, he is very interested in what happened in Ji's family. Of course, the one who is most interested in him is his cheap father, Ji Li's biological father - Ji Zhong.

Under the TV cabinet in the living room, there is a photo of Ji Li's father hidden. He found this when he was helping his mother clean up at home this year. At that time, he took the photo and ran to ask his mother. He couldn't let Ji Li see it, saying that his brother would be angry.

If Ji Li gets angry, he, Ji Yan, will be the first to jump up and be happy, so he rolled his eyes, took out the photo from the cabinet wickedly, and put it in front of Ji Li carelessly:

"Hey, the surname is Ji, listen to my mother, this is your father?" He clicked his lips:

"Don't tell me, you were handsome when you were young. Looking at him like this, you look like him."

Ji Li frowned, and calmly set his eyes on the old photo, he was slightly startled, his eyes were full of indifference:

"I'm nothing like him,"

He sneered:

"He even suspected that I was not his own."

He took the photo and looked carefully at the man in the photo who had only appeared in his dreams all these years.

To be honest, he couldn't quite understand why his mother still kept his father's things. She was the man who hurt her the most, but she still missed him and visited his grave every year.

Could it be that after a person dies, everyone will forgive him for all the wrong things he has done?

However, this has nothing to do with him. Since the day his father put his fist on himself and his mother and forced her to sell him, he no longer has a father.

He snorted and returned the photo to Ji Yan. Just as he was about to speak, the doorbell rang.