The bird raised by the boss has lost his memory

The letter paper fell lightly from between the fingers, and Song Zhixia's waist bowed like a shrimp.

He slowed down for a while, feeling tight in his chest.

This state is very wrong.

Going from the study to the elevator at the door seemed to exhaust all of his strength, Song Zhixia sent a message to Chen Ye while wearing a mask.

I haven't waited for a reply for a long time.

Song Zhixia came out of the elevator feeling dizzy and had an extremely strong desire to vomit.

Just two steps away, he bent down and gasped for breath.

After sitting in the car for a long time, the light in the sky gradually dimmed. As time passed, Chu Jing also calmed down.

Song Zhixia has lost his memory, he can't remember everything he did in the past, what's the point of him looking for him again?

He laughed self-deprecatingly, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and was about to light it with a lighter, when he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

Song Zhixia walked out of the corridor door, his footsteps were flimsy, he didn't take two steps, he seemed to have no strength, and his whole body went limp.

Chu Jingyan paused and looked at him for a while.

Even though his chest was filled with the anger of being used, he thought about never getting involved with Song Zhixia again.

But just like countless times before, he couldn't do it any time.

Song Zhixia seemed born to overcome him.

Chu Jing got out of the car, his eyes darkened: "Song Zhixia."

Song Zhixia is like a dying fish, his head is chaotic, many fragmented, snowflake-like memories flood the brain, chaotic, like molecules in irregular thermal motion.

He heard someone calling him. He knew the voice very well, but he couldn't recognize who it was at the first time.

Song Zhixia's thin lips were slightly parted, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and near or far buzzing sounds came from his ears, as if everything around him was distorting and deforming.

He moved his fingers, trying to grab something.

Suddenly someone picked him up from the ground, and there was a pine woody fragrance that seemed to have no coldness and a low level of fragrance floating in his nose.

"Song Zhixia." Chu Jing saw at a glance that something was wrong, he put him on the passenger seat and put his hands on his shoulders, "Look at me."

Song Zhixia's eyes were slack and unable to focus, and even the sound of her breathing was almost silent.

Chu Jing closed the car door, walked around to the other side, started the car, turned around and drove to the hospital.

Lu Tu made a phone call and arranged for a private doctor as quickly as possible.

Song Zhixia closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.

All the way without a word, Chu Jing drove the car to the underground parking lot. After turning off the engine, he turned his head to look at his side.

The young man was quiet, even the curve of his eyelashes seemed to be fixed, his chin rested on his shoulders, his whole body was soft and quiet.

For some reason, Chu Jing didn't open the door immediately.

He whispered: "You can still sleep?"

Of course Song Zhixia would not respond to him.

Chu Jing pulled the corner of his lower lip again, lamenting how ridiculous he was.

He got out of the car, went around to the other side, opened the door, and hugged Song Zhixia.

Considering Song Zhixia's identity, Chu Jing took off his coat to cover his head, and he didn't wake up all the way.

The doctor and Chu Jing are personal friends, and they have been waiting for a long time. Seeing that he brought the person over, they immediately took the person to the ward for a full-body examination.

Chu Jing waited outside. The hospital corridor was long and empty, surrounded by white walls. From time to time, nurses pushed carts to change medicines, and people kept passing by him.

Looking at these, Chu Jing suddenly remembered the time when Song Zhixia lost his memory in a car accident. At that time, he knew that something happened to him, but he didn't choose to fly to Song Zhixia's side to accompany him.

It turns out that this is the feeling of waiting for someone to see a doctor.

My heart is very empty, and I can't step on it.I don't know what kind of diagnosis the doctor will give when he opens the door.

After an unknown amount of time, the closed door was finally opened, and the doctor came out, frowning and asked, "Did he have an accident not long ago? He suffered some brain damage."

Chu Jing regained his composure: "Yes, he had, had a car accident half a year ago."

His voice was very soft, and he paused when he spoke.

The main reason for the car accident was that he asked him to buy flavored shrimp overnight.

Thinking about it now, no normal person would be able to do such a thing.

"Ah." The doctor pondered for a while, he flipped through the examination report in his hand, and simply said clearly, "Chu, the patient's condition is not stable now, and the current medical level is still unable to deconstruct the human brain 100%. The reaction was more like..."

He pondered for a while, and carefully chose his words: "The stress response is not physical, but physiological. This needs to be diagnosed by a psychiatrist."

Chu Jing's heart sank: "Is it serious?"

The doctor shook his head: "It's hard to say. You have to see it to know. It doesn't matter whether the patient is willing to cooperate or not. He hasn't woken up yet."

He looked at his face, half-jokingly: "It's the first time I see you care about someone so much, do I want a sister-in-law?"

It is not certain whether it can be chased or not.

"Let's talk about it." Chu Jing was absent-minded, and looked inside. Song Zhixia was still soundly asleep. He had an IV drip on the back of his hand, and his wrist was almost the same color as the white sheet under him.

Look weak and pitiful.

Before he knew it, Chu Jing temporarily forgot that Song Zhixia approached him only to use him as a tool for revenge.

I have been wondering what the doctor meant by the psychological trauma.

In the past few hours, according to Chu Jing's instructions, the secretary found out everything about Song Zhixia, packaged it and sent it to him.

Chu Jing sat by the hospital bed, flipping through each item.

What school did you go to when you were young, and who was there in your family?

After such a turn, Chu Jing could hardly control his compassion.

Song Zhixia didn't have a father, and Lin Yi raised him up since childhood. She is a woman with paralyzed legs and earns her living from a flower shop.

The life of the mother and son cannot be said to be good, but within the scope of her ability, Lin Yi gave everything he could.

Song Zhixia looks very good. She was naughty and lively since she was a child. She was heartless and heartless. She got into fights and picked out bird eggs. Because of curiosity, she took apart the electric car she just bought, and she ranked among the best in every exam...

It's not like a kid from a single-parent family at all.

Song Zhixia was getting an infusion, and the lights in the ward were not turned on, only a dim sleep light was left on the bedside, the light was blurry.

Chu Jing's outline and eyes were softened again and again, without the cold and sharp feeling of the past.

Different from looking at documents for official business, looking at these materials seems to participate in Song Zhixia's life in another form, which is a part he has never touched, like searching for treasures.

Along the timeline, from junior high school, high school, to university, Song Zhixia was lively and cheerful, and was rated as the campus male god several times. When he went to the university to report, he became popular because of his profile photo, and was called the beauty elementary school boy.

Looking at it, the corners of Chu Jing's lips relaxed, and a slight arc was raised, and he couldn't help but think of the graceful sword dance.

Then he saw a line of writing.

Song Zhixia's mother died in the spring of 20XX. Not long after, Song Zhixia approached Chu Jing and volunteered to be his lover.

What the doctor said just now flashed through Chu Jing's mind, mental trauma.

Did he mean his mother's suicide? He suspected that it had something to do with Chu Qingrong and Chu Rou. He accidentally learned that Chu Jing was Chu Qingrong's son, so he agreed to be with him.

Chu Jing felt a little uncomfortable.

He turned off the phone page, and unexpectedly looked at the person lying on the hospital bed.

Song Zhixia didn't know when he woke up, so he just kept looking at him.

Chu Jing, who was flipping through the master's materials for a long time beside someone else's hospital bed: ...

Under the dim light, Song Zhixia's eyes were like stars immersed in the deep sea, and he asked softly, "Did you send me to the hospital?"

Chu Jing was still debating whether to be angry or not, logically, no man could stand such a deception.

But just after reading Song Zhixia's materials, he learned that he was brought up by a disabled mother since he was a child, and that his only relative passed away after college, as if he was abandoned by the whole world, and his heart softened.

The two emotions collided, and Chu Jing said calmly, "Otherwise."

Song Zhixia tried his best to get enough on the pillow, and fumbled for the phone: "I'll transfer the medical expenses to you."

This attitude is as usual, drawing a line between the two, clearly and clearly.

Chu Jing was silent: "Song Zhixia."

Song Zhixia raised his eyes, his face was still pale, every movement was slower than before, showing a weak beauty.

Swallowing the words, Chu Jing said flatly, "I haven't had dinner yet, so I just brought you a piece by the way. How about preserved egg and lean meat porridge?"

Song Zhixia was lying on the snow-white pillow, looking up at the infusion bag above his head, he hesitated to speak, and finally nodded and said a good word.

Chu Jing then went out to buy food.

Looking at the door, Song Zhixia fell into deep thought for the first time.

He vaguely remembered what happened after he went downstairs. Before Chen Ye could reply, his head hurt so badly that he couldn't move.

At that time, the person who appeared was Chu Jing, who carried him into the car.

Song Zhixia's feelings for Chu Jing became complicated, and the changes in Chu Jing in the past six months can be said to be astonishing.

Although it was all voluntary by the other party, Song Zhixia didn't have any psychological burden, but from some time on, the favor he owed to Chu Jing gradually increased.

It didn't take long for Chu Jing to come back with porridge.

He opened the porridge box for Song Zhixia, the aroma was tangy, the preserved eggs and lean meat were fully mixed, and the taste was neutral, while the white porridge was light and soft, and it was difficult for anyone who had no appetite to resist this smell.

In addition to lean meat porridge, there are also several side dishes, all of which are appetizers.

Song Zhixia sat up straight, took a mouthful of porridge and put it into his mouth.

Chu Jing also ate quietly, and a needle could be heard in the ward.

It is late spring and early summer, the weather is getting hotter and the air is stuffy.

It is rare for the two of them to have such harmony.

After taking a few mouthfuls of porridge, Song Zhixia caught off guard and said, "Chu Jing, Zixing went bankrupt and was acquired, is it you?"

Chu Jing paused, knowing that he would know about it sooner or later, and he didn't intend to hide it: "It's just a purchase by the way, it's profitable."

Song Zhixia silently held the porridge spoon.

He could hear that Chu Jing was trying to clear up his relationship with him, maybe he didn't want to burden him, or maybe he was scared by him before, and worried that he would say something unacceptable.

Even just after eating, he said that he would bring a copy for Song Zhixia.

Song Zhixia looked at Chu Jing for a while, and said in a low voice, "Have we been together for three years?"

This was the first time he took the initiative to mention the past, without any emotional color, Chu Jing's delicately functioning brain seemed to be down at this moment: "Yes."

Song Zhixia searched in his mind for a while, but still couldn't think of anything: "What were those three years like?"

As if the hard drive was burnt due to high-speed operation, Chu Jing tried his best to find some good memories from those three years that could be moved to the table.

However, the two started their relationship in the name of maintenance from the beginning.

Afterwards, Chu Jing would come to him whenever he was called, and he would leave immediately. Facing the carefully prepared delicacies, he would leave in a huff because he didn't like his appetite.

As long as he wanted it, no matter whether Song Zhixia was willing or not, or whether he was sick or not, he couldn't resist.

In order to swear his sovereignty, he locked people in a room with a broken air conditioner overnight.

Even because of one sentence, people's self-esteem was trampled under their feet.

……

Chu Jing thought about it, thinking about it, like a poor student who hadn't studied that subject before the examiner, feeling flustered for the first time.

Chu Qingrong's deafening question seemed to be heard in his ears: Do you think you are still a thing? !

Seeing that Chu Jing didn't answer for a long time, Song Zhixia was a little puzzled, and repeated again: "Sorry, I don't remember, so I want to ask you."

This question is difficult to answer?

"In the past three years, we have been in the initial stage of our careers, and we occasionally get in touch because of the exchange of interests." Chu Jing heard his voice sounding in the ward, calm and calm, "We are very good partners. Before we have time to get to know each other deeply , because of my bastard behavior, you lost your memory in a car accident."

Song Zhixia did a reading comprehension of this passage, and was a little confused: "So we are not a couple?"

"Yes, of course!" Chu Jing insisted, speaking slowly, "There are also many types of romantic relationships. We are the type that will support each other's career development, and we are all very ambitious."

To some extent, what he said is not wrong at all, and it fits very well.

After all, during the three years they were together, the two of them hadn't given any emotion, so it was certain that Song Zhixia hadn't.

Song Zhixia only thought that he was from the Chu family, and that he could provide resources.

It took Chu Jing three years to completely get rid of Chu Qingrong's control and take charge of himself.

Chu Jing sent resources to Song Zhixia. Isn't this supporting his career?Song Zhixia didn't make trouble and never did anything out of line. Isn't this also supporting Chu Jing invisibly?

Chu Jing convinced himself well.

Song Zhixia was full after drinking porridge, and lay down on the pillow again.

While slowly thinking about what Chu Jing said, trying to piece together the lost memories of the three years, and go back further.

Chu Jing continued: "In the past three years, I...have not treated you well, and have done a lot of stupid things. So it is only right for you to resist me now."

He sighed slightly, with a difficult tone, "You never liked me anyway, I will continue to be your tool, let's forget about the past, okay?"

Chu Jing has probably never been so humble in his life. He can't be angry with a person who has amnesia after being cheated, and he is not a good bird, so he has no confidence.

Song Zhixia didn't speak, the liquid in the infusion bag dripped down the infusion tube, and there was no other sound in the ward.

After a while, he said softly: "I don't remember anything, and I can't make decisions for me before I lost my memory. Those were your three years, and they were also my three years."

"I'm just curious about one thing. Why have you become so good in the past six months? You can do it. When we were still a couple, you obviously had three years."

"Then what are you doing?"

A few words in an extremely soft voice, like a sharp knife, pierced the lungs, and blood was dripping.

Yes, obviously there are three years, and he can choose to be nice to Song Zhixia. People are not grass and trees, who can be ruthless, if in these three years, even if he treats Song Zhixia a little bit.

Even if he treats him like a normal person.

It's not going to be where it is today.

Chu Jing's cheeks were burning like a fire, and he really regretted it.

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