what's mine is mine

"When can the British specialist come out?" The man walked to the balcony to avoid the sound of the phone from waking up the teenager who was sleeping on the bed.The night breeze was very cool, but the news from the other end of the phone did not bring him any comfort. He took out the cigarette case and lit a cigarette irritably. "Then shall we go to Peru as well? Can he take the time to do an inspection?"

("The specialist's schedule is very full, even if he follows him to the place where he is seeing a doctor, he may not have time to spare for the examination of the young master.")

"We have an appointment in January, right?" The man took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the smoke, "Are there any other well-known psychologists who can make an appointment as soon as possible?"

("Yes, the UK is 35 days away, which is January [-]th. Other experts... who can be invited, basically have been invited...Young master, you know, young master I don’t want to travel long distances to do these psychological examinations, and the doctor also said that the blood clot on the back of the young master’s head will slowly disappear by itself, so it’s not very safe to forcibly wake up his memory…”)

"I know he doesn't want to, but it's not a solution to lose his memory all the time! He has too much post-traumatic sequelae, and I can see that he is not satisfied with the three schools he barely passed, and his memory——has been fading... ...." As the man spoke, he couldn't help but become agitated, and the cigarette in his hand burned until his fingers hurt, which made him wake up. "Sorry, butler, I'm so excited."

("It doesn't matter, young master, you are also worried about young master. But young master, you have to know that the recovery rate of young master's continuous amnesia is not high. At most, it can only slow down the speed of forgetting, and rarely remember the previous Memory...you better be mentally prepared.")

Listening to the voice of the old housekeeper who watched him grow up on the other end of the phone, the man pinched the bridge of his nose in silence, and took a while to answer: "I know...he is not dissociative amnesia, I have already I'm very lucky. I'll hang up first, and you should go to bed earlier."

("Good night, sir.")

Ying Xili was circling around on the balcony irritably, wanting to yell angrily a few times to vent the resentment in her heart.He even remembered that when Fengxi just woke up, regardless of the presence of other people, he rushed over to hug the person and immediately opened his mouth, thinking that he would be able to kiss the person he was thinking of, but the other person looked at him with strange eyes, which pierced his heart. The fire is like cooking oil, and it is extremely anxious.

The boy even remembered that he was his biological father whom he had just met.

Then those feelings that made them almost separated from life and death before were really shady.

After waking up, Feng Xi insisted on going back to school to study, even though his memory was getting worse and worse, and the final score in the college entrance examination was only enough for him to go to a third school, he chose a place farthest from home without hesitation.His subconscious was telling him to flee from his home, from City X, from where he was.

Sometimes Ying Xili would doubt whether Fengxi's memory loss was true or not, but even though he had installed pinhole cameras in the most secret places, the boy under the lens behaved just like usual.

The way he looked at him was worse than that of strangers sometimes.

In the beginning, the psychiatrist invited by the housekeeper was only to diagnose and treat Ying Xili's anxiety disorder. At that time, they all thought that as long as Feng Xi got better and had an operation to remove the blood clot in his head, his memory would be restored one day. can reply.

After the doctor took the X-ray photos, he told them with regret that if a craniotomy is to be performed, they cannot guarantee that the blood clot at this position can be successfully removed.Doctors can only recommend conservative treatment, supplemented by medication and psychotherapy.This is because the success rate of the operation is only 30% when the blood clot is successfully removed without damaging the nerve.

Who dares to take the risk?

As for Feng Xi himself, he didn't care if he had any previous memories.Except for some blank memory fragments and a lot of poor memory, whether he has previous memories has little effect on him.He doesn't care that the people around him are wary of him, let alone their hesitancy to speak.

Feng Xi just subconsciously wanted to spend less time with others.He preferred to be alone after leaving the hospital.Even with his grandma around him, he would squirm.

During that time, Ying Xili was even more desperate than when Fengxi's life and death were uncertain.At that time, even if you die, it will be over, and you don't have to worry about anything anymore, and you don't need to worry about anything anymore.Unfortunately, Fengxi lost his memory.He is the only one who remembers their feelings, and he is the only one who bears all the demands and huge gaps.

Snowing.

Ying Xili stared blankly at the whole world almost being taken over by fluttering snowflakes.

The snow in City X was much earlier than that in City S, but it was blanketed in white, burying cars, trees, and streets.The whole city will be covered in snow.

Of course it's different here.The man stretched out his hand and let a snowflake fall on his fingertips. Before he could see clearly, the snowflake turned into a small drop of water.

This scene is so similar.

"Father?" Feng Xi pushed open the door and rubbed against the man's back in a daze.

Ying Xili was taken aback for a moment, then quickly turned around and hugged his young boy, cursing himself for being so infatuated that he couldn't even hear Fengxi getting up. "Is it cold? Why did you come out without putting on some clothes? Let's go back—"

"Is it snowing?" The boy was already tall enough to rest his chin on the man's shoulder socket. He half-opened his eyes and looked over the man's shoulder.

Ying Xili was dazzled by the long-lost hug, silently hugging his boy, feeling his hot breath from his neck, his eye sockets were a little sore. "Is it cold?"

"It's okay, it's quite hot when I sleep." To be honest, he was really woken up by the heat. When he woke up, he found that there was no one around him, and his father who was always by his side was gone.But when he got up, he saw someone standing on the balcony.Without much hesitation, he followed out half asleep and half awake. "Dad, why aren't you sleeping?"

The young man's misty voice seemed to be coquettish. After hearing this voice, Ying Xili felt as if his whole body was about to melt, and he couldn't help but put more strength in his hands, holding the young man tightly in his arms. "...Dad, thinking about something—"

But Fengxi's focus was no longer here, he tried to open his eyes wide, and found that he was completely hugged by his father, like a big doll. "Daddy, how tall are you?"

"..." Not used to this jumping style of painting for a while, the man's reaction was a little slow, "190cm, what's wrong?"

Calculating silently, "Then I still have room for growth."

Ying Xili couldn't help laughing, and nuzzled him affectionately with the tip of her nose. "It doesn't matter, 177cm is also very good."

"178cm, not 177cm."

"Okay, then 178cm."

After a while.

"......dad."

"Ok?"

"...you hit me."

The author has something to say: ! ! !Will it break a thousand tomorrow! ! ! !so excited! ! !

QAQ can't believe it!Will it be four digits tomorrow! ! !

The judges must have a violent fuck! (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～~2333333333333333333333333333~

Would I say that every time I beat the judges, I accidentally beat them as guest officials? . .

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