After amnesia, he was with his nemesis

Jiang Si ate the rice left at the door.

Don't starve yourself for dinner.

Dou Jinglan is learning western food recently. Today, he made spaghetti with bacon and egg sauce. The taste is thick and dense, and it is not cold. It can be seen that he just made it.

I also mixed a bowl of radish rib soup.

If Jiang Bang went to help in the kitchen, it would be completely different. Dou Jinglan still had to watch him while cooking.

Cutting a tomato, if the back of the knife slipped, he might cut himself, so Dou Jinglan quickly raised his hand to block it, so that no blood spattered on the spot.

I don't know why, but the knife that can produce rhythm in Dou Jinglan's hand is sticky like a loach in Jiang Bang's hand, running around.

The second time he blocked the knife that was about to cut into Jiang Bang's hand, Dou Jinglan pushed Jiang Bang out of the door seriously, and decided not to teach him when he was cooking.At least he has to look at Jiang Bang all the time to be at ease.

In short, Jiang Bang, who has nothing to do with the kitchen and hardly has anything to do with it, ruined his dream of being a chef in this way, and at most helped to take care of a dish.

On this, Dou Mi is faster than him.

Thinking of this, Jiang Bang depressedly put the dinner plate aside, and pulled the blanket around his body.

It was the first time for him to sleep in the study room. The three walls of the study room were covered with bookshelves. On the way, Uncle Biao moved some of the books from Ms. Jiang's side to fill up the place.

So the only place to sleep is the small tatami in the corner.

During the night, Jiang Bang fell off the tatami for the third time and woke up completely.

For the first time, he realized that he was sleeping differently.

After trying to close his eyes for several rounds, but still not falling asleep, he sat back at the desk, turned on a light, and glanced at his watch.

Three twenty-three in the morning.

He couldn't read the materials recently, and when he thought of that strange experiment, he felt like he was choking on something.

Or go to the toilet first.

Jiang Bang opened the door, but unexpectedly a figure beside the door was crooked, and was immediately startled with fright.

He could barely speak: "Why, why are you sitting here, why didn't you go back to sleep..."

Seeing him coming out, Dou Jinglan's first reaction was to grab his trouser legs, her eyes were still troubled.

Jiang Bang didn't know when he was sitting here, but his pajamas were still in his daytime clothes, and he was in a hurry to lift him up: "How can you sleep here, get up quickly..."

She was hugged firmly by Dou Jinglan.

Two arms locked his shoulders and back, as if afraid of someone running away, strangling Jiang Bang into his arms uncontrollably.

Jiang Bang was afraid of bumping into him who was sitting, so he put his hands on the wall and said, "Don't strangle me, get up! Go to bed and sleep."

Dou Jinglan didn't listen, she seemed to be falling asleep again, her brows were tightly knit: "Don't go."

It was the first time Jiang Bang saw him so sleepy, but he couldn't get up because he choked him, so anxious that he slapped the wall, lowered his head and wanted to lose his temper: "I won't leave, but you get up—"

Dou Jinglan took him into her arms a little more, and rubbed his face in a good-tempered manner, with a soothing intention, as if she was extremely sleepy and wanted to quiet the noisy person.

Jiang Bang's face felt warm.

So Jiang Bang reacted for two seconds before realizing that it was Dou Jinglan's lips.

He brushed back—

Can't withdraw.

The two were still hugging each other, and Dou Jinglan felt that Jiang Bang wanted to break away, so she hugged him even tighter.

Jiang Bang's face was already red, he gritted his teeth and twisted Dou Jinglan's waist, and said, "Then don't blame me for waking you up..."

Dou Jinglan finally woke up, frowning and opened her eyes.

He saw the angry person in his arms, looked at him for two seconds, and realized that he seemed to have done something wrong again: "Jiang Bang, why are you..."

Taking advantage of his retracting his arm, Jiang Bang hurriedly stood up and asked the teacher to blame: "You dragged me. This is not the point, why are you sleeping at the door of the study."

Dou Jinglan stood up and said honestly: "I'm afraid that you won't talk to me tomorrow, so I just want to wait for you to come out at the door, so that I can drag you at any time, and I'm afraid that you won't be able to get up early, and if you don't find the time, maybe you will die again." Take care of me."

Maybe he is still not sober, so his tone of voice is a little nasal, like a cold.

The last bit of Jiang Bang's temper disappeared, and he dragged him back: "Sleep, let's talk when we're full. I'm so sleepy."

Dou Jinglan's hands were cold.

After returning to the house, Jiang Bang went to the toilet first, thinking that Dou Jinglan would go to bed first, but he didn't expect him to come out after washing his hands. Dou Jinglan was at the door, waiting for him bit by bit, looking autistic.

Jiang Si smiled silently, and said, "Lan Lan."

Dou Jinglan pulled him wearily: "Well. Go back?"

Jiang Bang hasn't seen him so tired and worried for a long time, the last time I saw him...was just early winter.

His threshold for comfort was finally raised.

"it is good."

Jiang Bang was woken up by a phone call in the morning.

Ms. Jiang asked him to come back quickly and changed the high-speed train for him in the morning.

Jiang Bang was still half asleep and half awake, listening blankly to her pouring beans from the bamboo tube, the theme was to let himself go back quickly.

He thought of the fugitives before, and asked, "Ah, then I..."

Is it okay for my two friends to stay here?

But on second thought, he hasn't told Ms. Jiang about this.

Jiang Bang had no choice but to get stuck and said, "Leave now? Are you sure?"

Jiang Jun said firmly: "Baby, come back soon, the New Year is coming soon, and Grandpa misses you very much."

This made Jiang Bang faintly feel that something was wrong.

But he had no reason to refuse, and agreed.

Then he wanted to get up, but was grabbed by someone with a lot of strength.

Dou Jinglan just woke up, her voice was still hoarse, she looked at him fixedly: "Where are you going?"

Jiang Bang didn't take it away, and explained: "My mother asked me to go home early for the New Year, and changed my high-speed rail ticket to this morning. You go to bed. I'm packing up and going back to my hometown now."

Dou Jinglan's expression was stunned visible to the naked eye: "Are you leaving?"

Jiang Bang: "Well. I don't need to bring anything, I have it over there. Uncle Biao will pick me up and take me to the high-speed rail station soon. You can sleep a little longer."

Dou Jinglan gripped his wrist even tighter.

Jiang Bang bared his teeth: "It hurts."

Dou Jinglan let go again.

Jiang Bang: "Is there anything else you want to say before you leave?"

Dou Jinglan sat up and just looked at him.

Jiang Bang could feel that his eyes seemed to follow the outline of his face.

From the right eye, down to the lips, then to the left eye, upward from the eyebrows, then back to the center of the eyebrows, fixed on the bridge of the nose, and then look at him again.

The eyes were quiet and unspeakably profound, which made Jiang Bang a little ashamed.

He could only talk clumsily to make himself feel better: "Why do you look at me like that? It's not like you won't come back. You still miss me so much before you leave?"

Dou Jinglan listened to his words, smiled and did not refute.

"Well, come back early, I'll wait for you."

When Jiang Bang left home, his whole body was fluttering. When he sat down and took out his mobile phone and saw the message from the other party, his eyebrows and eyes were all frowned.

My hometown is in Suixi City next door.

When getting off the high-speed rail, there was someone holding an umbrella at the exit, with a familiar face, walked over and said, "Master, the owner asked me to pick you up."

Jiang Bang saw him holding an umbrella, and looked at the sky strangely, only to realize that it was snowing.

"Master Jiang?"

Having not been home for a long time, this feudal title made Jiang Bang a little uncomfortable.

The car was quiet and quiet, and the driver came to pick him up. Jiang Bang sat in the back seat and told Dou Jinglan that he was safe: "I got off the high-speed train and was walking home, and it was snowing in the west."

Dou Jinglan: My hometown is Suixi?

Jiang Bo: Yes.

Dou Jinglan sent a recipe for today's lunch.

The sticky notes that Jiang Bang used to write down the seasonings were next to Jiang Bang's words. Compared with Jiang Bang's flying regular script, Dou Jinglan's words are more strokes.

This kind of experience of two people writing a piece of paper is very fresh, so fresh that Jiang Bang long pressed the phone screen and saved the photo.

As they chatted one after another, they drove off-road all the way out of the urban area, off the national highway, and up the mountain road.

On the way, Liao Lingfei sent me an apology without thinking.

Jiang Bang raised his eyebrows.

This is something happened to the little brother, and the big brother came to apologize.

Jiang Bang smiled, deleted this article, and didn't reply.

When he stopped in front of a magnificent western-style castle, Jiang Bang asked: "Now you don't live in the previous Qijinmen?"

The driver asked suspiciously, "What?"

Jiang Bang: "Didn't you live in the Qijinmen compound before?"

The driver smiled: "Which house is so beautiful, you remember it for so long? Don't we live here all the time?"

Jiang Bang thought of his amnesia, and calmly accepted the fact that he not only lost his memory, but may also have messed up his memory.

When he got out of the car door, the first responder naturally pressed his hand down, stopped the two rows of waiters who were bending over to bow to him, and called Ms. Jiang: "I'm here."

Jiang Yun: "Well, stay at home and go to the master bedroom on the third floor to sleep. It's the quietest place."

Jiang Bang tentatively asked: "Ah? Where is that room?"

He spoke tentatively, wanting to test whether Ms. Jiang knew about her amnesia.

In addition to reading materials at home these days, he has been thinking about this question in his spare time. He wished to ask someone who might know, but he didn't dare to ask blatantly.

I always feel that Ms. Jiang will send him directly to the psychiatric department.

Jiang Jun didn't pause at all, and explained in a gentle tone: "The room in the middle of the third floor of the room directly opposite the door is the most sound-proof room. I know you don't like to make noise, so let other juniors live below."

He didn't even stop talking, it seemed that he didn't know.

Jiang Bang walked along the flower bed: "Well, where is my brother? Has he come back?"

The servants who met along the way saw his face and bowed in salute.

These behaviors made Jiang Bang even more uncomfortable, but he couldn't stop them one by one.

Every time I come back, I feel like a big feudal family.

He had to pick up the pace.

As a result, several servants just saw him and before he had time to salute, he had already entered the door.

Jiang Jun: "He's still on the plane and will arrive in the afternoon, so stay in the room for a while. Say hello to people when you see them, don't smoke, don't drink too much, of course, you can do it too, as long as I don't find out. "

Jiang Bang walked upstairs with a headache: "I know, I know..."

Jiang Jun stopped nagging and said, "Then stay there by yourself, and I'll come back at night."

Jiang Bang and an elder who was older than him nodded and saluted. Seeing the white coat hanging on the elder's arm, they asked suspiciously: "Ms. Jiang, don't tell me that you are still working now?"

Jiang Jun corrected him gently: "It's not going to work, it's work. Now that I know, I don't need to talk to you anymore. Just stay safe, I will continue to work."

After hanging up the phone, several researchers joked, "Dr. Jiang, is your son calling again?"

Jiang Jun smiled calmly, and walked back among them: "The child is getting older, and there are more troubles."

"ignore him."

Jiang Jun tapped the cylinder wall: "Let's figure out this little guy first."

In front of her was a transparent ecological tank, a boy was soaked in an unknown solution tank.

Says it's human, but it doesn't look like it.

Pale, with prominent cheekbones.

Noticing that Jiang Jun tapped the tank wall lightly, it opened its light golden eyes with a little boredom.

Like saying, don't bother me.