He stalked me after amnesia

It began to drizzle, and smoky rain lingered over the city.It was already dark, and cars kept coming in and leaving the supermarket downstairs from Shen Chi's house.

What will he be doing now?

Maybe after eating alone, lie on the sofa and watch a TV show or flip through a book?

Does he remember that phone call?

Jiang Zhan knew in his heart that Shen Chi would definitely not call him to say that, he must have accidentally touched his number.

Shen Chi said, "You all like to give me hope, and then take everything from me with peace of mind."

Does this "you" also include him?

After Jiang Zhan woke up from the car accident, he never heard Shen Chi say a word of weakness. He was always so stubborn, and always so indifferent. He was so stubborn that no one would think that he had so many grievances hidden in his heart.

Jiang Zhan sighed in the gradually growing rain.

Shen Chi was too hard, and he didn't want to show his soft side at all.

Since there is so much sadness hidden in my heart, why don't I go back to him?He swore that as long as Shen Chi said something back, he would immediately accept it.

……

After Shen Chi finished washing the dishes, he took a book from the bookshelf and sat on the hanging chair by the window to read it.

It's been a while since he's been back alone, but all kinds of shit has been going on during this time so that he hasn't decided on his own way of life.

In the past, when Jiang Zhan was at home, he would tease him while he was cooking, and then the two would roll on the bed.After some intense pre-meal exercise, he returned to the kitchen to finish the meal and called Jiang Zhan to eat.

When Jiang Zhan was not at home, he just dealt with them casually, and then found a comfortable position on the sofa in a daze with the pillow in his arms.

He admits that it is difficult to take back his ten-year affection for Jiang Zhan in an instant, but he will never spoil himself to satisfy all Jiang Zhan's wishes again.

Is this shit over?

Can he start living again?

The screen of the mobile phone that was casually left by her side lit up. It was the news from the woman. She had never cared about Shen Chi's hunger, hunger, cold or heat in the past 15 years. Every time she called, she either accused him or ordered him to do something.

"See call back."

Shen Chi sighed quietly, put down the book in his hand, and called the woman back: "Mom?"

"What's the matter with you this afternoon? Who allowed you to hang up the phone first? Don't you even have this bit of education?"

Shen Chi smiled helplessly: "I grew up alone, who taught me and raised me?"

"You've learned to talk back, you—" The woman didn't expect Shen Chi, who had always been docile, to dare to refute her words, and couldn't think of new words to accuse him for a while.

"It's not talking back," Shen Chi said in a flat tone, "it's just stating the facts. What's your business? Why don't you say I'm dead?"

Why do these people like to rush to torment him?

Did you owe them in your previous life?

Only then did the woman remember her purpose of asking Shen Chi to call back, and her voice raised several steps: "In a few days, do you remember when October No. 16 is?"

remember.

But Shen Chi didn't speak.

"Don't tell me that you don't even remember your brother's birthday! What are you thinking about every day?!" The woman said angrily, "We will prepare a party for Bao'er's birthday, so you don't have to come here, lest Bao'er I'm not happy."

Then you still tell me a fart.

"Okay." Shen Chi replied, with his fingers hanging on the end button, "Is there anything else?"

"It's Bao'er's birthday, why don't you say anything?" The woman asked, "It seems you don't have that kind of heart! Tomorrow, tomorrow, you take Bao'er out for a stroll, buy him a gift, remember, don't buy it for eight thousand You can buy him whatever he wants!"

"……it is good."

"Don't forget, there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."

"Mom." Shen Chi called out before she hung up.

"What's the matter? Why do you have so many things every day?" The woman was dissatisfied.

"Do you remember the day before Chang Bao's birthday, October No. 15, what day is it?" Shen Chi asked softly.

"Don't play charades!" The woman was already impatient, "What day could it be? Isn't it the day before Bao'er's birthday? What's so special?"

Just know that.

Shen Chi leaned heavily on the sofa

, said in a voice that almost only he could hear: "It's all right, hang up."

Even his own mother didn't remember his birthday, even if it was the day before his half-brother's birthday.

So ironic.

He was about to be abandoned like a shoestring, but Chang Bao grew up with meticulous care.

In the 11 years before Shen Chi's father died, Shen Chi did not feel the slightest care from his mother.

When he was a child, in order to please his mother, he ran to the top of the villa, hung his body to pick a beautiful flower that bloomed on the vines wrapped around the big tree in front of the villa. He fell hard.

He bled a lot, and was taken to the hospital by his servants. When he came back from the hospital, he saw that the flower had been casually thrown by his mother into the wooden barrel beside the flower bed, and it had been soaked by the rain.

Shen Chi tried many ways to get his mother's attention, but the more he tried, the more sadly he found that his mother didn't love him at all.

Never loved him, never loved him for a second since he was born, or even when he was conceived.

He often even suspected that his mother hated him.

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Shen Chi drove to Chang's house.

In order to take Chang Bao to buy gifts, he took a day off.

"Bao'er, if Shen Chi makes you angry, just tell your mother," the woman stroked Chang Bao's hair and gently instructed, "You can do whatever you want, be good."

Then he stood up straight and looked at Shen Chi expressionlessly: "You are not allowed to bully your brother, do you hear me?"

"He's not my brother!" Chang Bao on the side suddenly pouted dissatisfiedly, "I don't have such a poor brother! Bah!"

"Okay, okay, mom is wrong," the woman echoed Chang Bao with a smile on her face, seeming to make Shen Chi feel happy, "Bao'er, go quickly."

Only then did Chang Bao come over with a face of reluctance, and looked at Shen Chi's car several times: "What kind of broken car are you? You have the nerve to pick me up with this kind of broken car, tsk."

"Can you get in the car?" Shen Chi glanced at him coldly, "If you want to get in, get in, if you don't get in, then don't, don't talk nonsense."

Chang BMW was about to have a fit, and when he turned his head to see that the woman had already returned to the villa, he reluctantly opened the back seat door to get in, and slammed the door shut.

Shen Chi bought this car purely for the comfort of his own driving. He is alone and has no money to squander, so he really can't afford any luxury car, but this is a million-dollar car. It's not a shame.