The president called me my wife after losing his memory

Going to bed too early at night can lead to waking up at strange times.

When Ji Li opened his eyes again, it was 03:30 in the night.

He moved from the living room to the bedroom inexplicably, and was hugged tightly by a kid with a head like an octopus.

The most unacceptable thing for him was that he went to bed without brushing his teeth or taking a shower, and so did Zhao Ying.

This made him feel uncomfortable like bugs growing all over his body, but Zhao Ying was sleeping soundly, if he woke up someone to brush his teeth and take a bath at this time, no matter how he looked at it, he would look crazy.

The little ghost hugged him firmly in his arms, and it took him a lot of effort to escape from Zhao Ying's embrace. After a simple wash, he fell asleep when he returned to the bed.

At four o'clock in the morning, Abeka was sleeping so soundly, and the rooster hadn't crowed yet, so he had to suffer from insomnia.

He leaned against the head of the bed, took out his mobile phone, and planned to continue choosing scripts, but he couldn't sleep on either side, so he simply used this time to work.

Zhao Ying sleeps very dishonestly. From time to time, he puts his legs on Ji Li's, or subconsciously wraps his hands around his waist, or simply kicks the quilt aside.Ji Li didn't read a few lines, but had to fiddle with Zhao Ying, and her work efficiency was extremely low.

Later, he simply changed from reading novels to staring at Zhao Ying to sleep.

This guy is really dishonest when he sleeps.

In the next few days, Zhao Ying always showed up on time for dinner, begged Ji Li for a meal, and then used all kinds of excuses to stay overnight at Ji Li's house.Today was even more exaggerated, he simply took a bowl and a pair of chopsticks and knocked on Ji Li's door:

"Uncle Ji, I'm here to ask for support."

Ji Li sighed, Zhao Ying didn't look like a domineering boss, he was just a fool who didn't know where to let him out.

"I said you, you bought a house and couldn't live, and came to my house to sleep every day. Do you dare to buy that house for storing things?"

"Uncle Ji, you don't know this. The newly bought house is prone to residual formaldehyde. How can people live in it? It should be put aside and changed for the air. Let's not talk about that for now,"

He got up, went back to the house and took out the guitar that had been left in Ji Li's house:

"Let me play a tune for you."

In the past few days, the unshakable item after dinner is Zhao Ying's guitar playing session. Ji Li still remembers Zhao Ying's words "the guitar is a magic tool for picking up girls", and concludes that this is just one of his pursuit methods.Unfortunately, Zhao Ying has been very well-behaved these past few days, he doesn't know how to use hands and feet, and he doesn't chatter endlessly about asking Ji Li to confirm the relationship. The two of them just like this, neither of them poking through the broken window paper, enjoying the itching The ambiguity surges between each other.

Such a natural and reassuring mutual company, after a long time, it will be more difficult to speak.

It's embarrassing to think about it, as if the person who spoke first wanted to be with the other person so desperately.

Although Ji Li was a little curious about when they would be together, it was just curiosity.

Zhao Ying tuned the strings, put the capo aside, fiddled twice to test the sound, and then began to play. He played a piece of "Wonderful Tonight" by Maaki Kishibe. The enchanting steel strings seemed to have magical powers. , making the night more seductive, Ji Li listened to the intoxicating melody like a breeze, and suddenly returned to his childhood.

Ji Li doesn't always think back to the past, except for the matter of not being able to go to college, he has no obsessions and no strong emotions.

He has experienced a lot of bad things, and it is these bad things that make him feel that everything will pass, and there is nothing worth holding on to.He sometimes envies those people who go crazy with obsession and burn their lives like fire. They are so crazy and enjoy it so much. Even though their lives are full of pain, they can really feel alive. carefree.

But he didn't, even the pain, his pain was as calm as water, swallowing him bit by bit, he knew that he wouldn't die because of the pain, it was just a little more uncomfortable, and everything would end.

What he remembered was very interesting, that was when his father was still alive and not crazy, which is very far away from now.Although the family is poor, it is not too difficult to get rid of it. Like the children of ordinary working families, he enjoys the love of his parents. He was happy at that time.

Although poor, but very happy, his parents love him.Yuan Mei was still a gentle and principled woman at that time, and she didn't like him to eat snacks, although he was not allowed to eat snacks after his father left, but the reason at that time was not that he couldn't afford it, but because of snacks There are too many additives in it, which is not good for the body.

He was greedy when he was a child, and the family didn’t have the habit of giving him pocket money, and he wanted to eat snacks without money, what should he do?He found Yuan Mei's coin box hidden deep in the cabinet, it was a pink iron box with a rabbit pattern, for some reason, after so many years, he could still remember every detail of that coin box.The lock of the change box was broken, and it was probably given to her mother by someone else. Yuan Mei was living in a very tight situation at that time, and she definitely would not spend money on something to hold money. Inside the box were a lot of money she usually saved steel hammer.

Ji Li didn't care about the amount, grabbed a handful and put it in his pocket, hid the change box back in the cabinet, took the money to buy snacks, he still remembered what he bought, it was a large plate of chocolates wrapped in tin foil , the outside is a red paper packaging, he can't remember the name, he only knows that it has been discontinued a long time ago.

A lot of small change was missing, so my mother naturally found out, she chased him with a broom and beat him up, tearing him so much that he shrank in a corner and didn't dare to move.

"No matter how poor we are, we can't do some sneaky things!"

His mother crossed her hips angrily, but there was a cry in her voice. He didn't understand why, but from that day on, he learned a truth, stealing is wrong.

There is nothing wrong with the desire to get something, but it cannot be done by hook or by crook.

Later, he never took the money from his mother's box again.

One day, the money in my father's pocket disappeared, and he suspected that he took it. His mother was the first to stand up and refute it. She said:

"Little Li is my child. I know his character best. My child will never do anything sneaky."

He recalled that his mother was such a principled woman.My mother originally taught herself this way.But such a principled woman had no choice but to choose such a despicable career.It was life that crushed her and forced her to make choices.Just like he did, life crushed him, and he had to.

The poor have always had to be beaten by life.

As the warm liquid slid across her cheeks, Ji Li reached out and touched her face.

He actually cried.

After playing the song, Zhao Ying blinked and asked him:

"How about it, baby, I play nicely."

Ji Li was so engrossed in the memories of the past that Zhao Ying didn't even care about calling him baby when he took the opportunity.

"Uncle Ji," Zhao Ying let it go when he tasted the sweetness once. He put the guitar aside and moved over:

"Do you want to learn guitar? Let me teach you?"

"Me? I forget it?"

A child from a poor family like Ji Li doesn't even have the money to take extra cultural lessons, let alone use the money to learn specialties. Therefore, Ji Li should be saying that he has no specialties other than studying.I don't know anything about music, I just listen to songs at ordinary times.

"It's okay, come on, come on, it's very simple,"

Zhao Ying pulled him out of the seat, and pressed him to the seat he was sitting on just now:

"You can't work all the time, you have to enjoy life after get off work."

"Okay." Ji Li took Zhao Ying's Kenji and hugged him in his arms. Zhao Ying glanced at him and smiled:

"You held it upside down, and plucked the string with your right hand."

"Ah," Ji Li hurriedly switched over, he looked a little silly when faced with a field he had never been in contact with:

"Is that so?"

"Well," Zhao Ying nodded:

"Uncle Ji is so smart."

Ji Li, who has never played a musical instrument, is like most people. When he picks up the guitar, he can't help but fiddle with the strings twice to satisfy his curiosity. Unfortunately, the sound he wakes up to vibrate the strings is messy, which is far from pleasant. It didn't matter at all, so he stopped embarrassingly. Sure enough, musical instruments still need systematic training, otherwise they won't be able to play beautiful tunes.

"I'll teach you the basics first, the posture of holding the piano and pressing the strings."

As Zhao Ying said, he sat next to Ji Li, his arms naturally wrapped around Ji Li's slender waist, and finally put his hand on the guitar case, and lifted it up slightly.

"Don't press it too low, it's better to get stuck here," he helped Ji Li get the piano case stuck under his chest.

"It means that when you raise your hand to pick the string, you should just lift your arm to the position where you can touch the string."

While speaking, Zhao Ying raised Ji Li's forearm, just enough to touch the strings.

Ji Li nodded ignorantly, and wrote it down in her heart.

"Then the left hand, you have to press the strings with your fingertips, not your fingertips."

Zhao Ying said, holding Ji Li's fair hand:

"When pressing the strings, it's best for the nails to be perpendicular to the neck of the piano, the more vertical the better." He folded Ji Li's first finger with his fingers, and commented:

"It's a little hard." Zhao Ying took Ji Li's hand and pressed on the strings, with a little force. He pressed the six strings, the thickest one.

Ji Li pressed the string, and obviously felt that it was resisting his fingertips. After a while, he felt that his fingertips were a little numb, as if they were separated from his hands. He raised his hand, his fingertips were red, and there was an obvious mark on it.

"This is the place where the strings are pressed."

Ji Li nodded again, and subconsciously looked at Zhao Ying's face. It happened that Zhao Ying also locked his eyes on his face, and the four eyes met, and the picture became still for an instant.

The two of them sat there, as if isolated from all the hustle and bustle, quiet, and could only hear each other's breathing.