After the cold beauty turned into a small milk cat

blocked memory

It snowed all night last night, the snow on the road was piled up in a thick layer, and the road surface was not in good condition.

The heater was on in the car and it didn't feel cold.

Lin Xingmo sat in the back row. After bumping around for a while, he finally couldn't help taking off his hat and scarf, and slowly took off his gloves.

Xu Yi could feel his vague agitation, like a cat locked in a cage scratching the door angrily, so he didn't stop him, but just helped him put away his hat and scarf.

"How long?"

Lin Xingmo squeezed closer to Xu Yi, leaned his head on his shoulder, and asked a little bored.

Xu Yi turned on the phone's navigation and took a look.

"It's a bit of a traffic jam, maybe it won't arrive that fast."

He touched the young man's cheek and said, "Would you like to sleep for a while?"

"Can't sleep."

Lin Xingmo took Xu Yi's hand and held it with both hands, pinching his fingers to play with boredom.

Xu Yi was a little helpless, but he didn't pull his hand back. He kept the posture of leaning on his left shoulder and playing with his right hand, and chatted with him casually.

"Why do you suddenly want to eat roasted sweet potatoes?"

He still remembered Lin Xingmo's request when he was about to leave the house, and he had just used a search engine to find it.

"I saw it while watching the video." Lin Xingmo said.

"Then you forwarded that video to me?"

"it is good."

Lin Xingmo let go of his hand, took out his phone from his pocket, and showed him the food video he had brushed up this morning.

When the two pointed roasted sweet potatoes are broken apart, the brightly colored and soft sweet potato meat inside is exposed, steaming hot, and the aroma can be smelled even through the screen.

"It looks delicious."

Lin Xingmo stared intently, and suddenly asked, "Have you eaten?"

Xu Yi nodded and recalled: "When I was still studying, I bought it at the stall in front of the school."

Lin Xingmo showed envious eyes.

Xu Yi looked amused, and stretched out his hand to pinch the tip of his nose, "I'll cook it for you when I get back. I just checked it, and it should be quite simple."

The young man became visibly happy, and even turned his head, kissed the corner of Xu Yi's mouth, and then rested his head on Xu Yi's shoulder again.

Xu Yi touched the corner of his mouth and couldn't help smiling, then continued to pick up his phone and watched the tutorial on roasting sweet potatoes.

The driver peeked at them through the rearview mirror and turned on the stereo.

In the soothing and romantic singing, their car moved slowly, and finally stopped in front of a red light.

On the zebra crossing, mothers carrying children struggled to pass in front of them on bicycles.

The not so bright light of the winter morning shone on the mother and son, making this scene look ordinary and warm.

Lin Xingmo watched quietly, but the joy on his face gradually faded, turning into a kind of stupefaction.

At this moment, he seemed to have traveled through time, through the long years, and the image that was locked deep in his memory suddenly revived in front of his eyes...

The fashionably dressed old lady rides a bicycle and carries a child across the zebra crossing, just like the old days.

"pat-"

The child sitting on the rear frame accidentally caught the small leather shoes on the wheels, and the shoes fell off and fell to the ground.

The old lady noticed the situation.

She glanced back, then slowed down and pulled her bike over to the side of the road.

The old lady comforted the child softly, then turned around and walked back. Under the gaze of the child, she bent down to pick up the little leather shoes that fell on the ground.

There was the harsh sound of wheels rubbing against the ground, followed by the screams of passers-by.

Lin Xingmo's eyes widened, as if he saw the out-of-control pickup truck.

"don't want--"

Before the pickup truck hit the old man, there was a loud bang from behind. Lin Xingmo felt a pain in his forehead and lost consciousness.

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"Doctor, how is he? Why can't he wake up?"

In the ward, Xu Yi had a gloomy expression. He stared at Lin Xingmo who was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes tightly closed, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"The test results are fine."

The doctor said helplessly, "Maybe I was just frightened, and after observing and observing, I might wake up at night."

The road was slippery on a snowy day, and their car was rear-ended on the road.

Although Xu Yi subconsciously protected Lin Xingmo, he still fainted from the knock and was rushed to the hospital.

The results of the examination have come out. Apart from the bruise on his forehead, Lin Xingmo is fine, not even concussed, but he can't wake up for some reason.

Seeing that the doctor really couldn't explain why, Xu Yi had no choice but to let him go.

"Momo, you must have nothing to do..."

After the doctors and nurses left, Xu Yi stood by the hospital bed. He held Lin Xingmo's hand and pressed the young man's hand to his forehead, full of worry and fear.

The young man lying on the hospital bed frowned tightly, his lips were bloodless.

Lin Xingmo knew he was dreaming.

In the dream, the ground was stained red with blood like a tide, and even though he was unwilling to face it, he still saw the old man lying in a pool of blood.

This time the picture is more complete than before.

He saw himself in a panic and helplessness when he was a child. After his grandma was hit by a small truck that suddenly lost control, the child cried and fell off the bicycle and ran towards the dying old man.

The old man fell into a pool of blood, holding a small leather shoe in his hand...

This scene kept replaying in front of him, Lin Xingmo knew for the first time that his heart could hurt like this, it hurt so much that it seemed to be torn apart, it was so painful that he couldn't even cry.

It turned out that grandma...was killed by him.

"Ugh..."

Depressed crying sounded in the ward, Xu Yi was taken aback, he hurriedly raised his head, and saw the young man with his eyes closed tightly, with tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

"Momo?"

He forced himself up, sat on the edge of the bed, and hugged the crying Lin Xingmo.

In his sleep, Lin Xingmo instinctively searched for his embrace. Finally, he hugged Xu Yi tightly with both hands, and buried his face deeply in his chest.

"Momo, what's wrong?"

"Is there any discomfort on your body?"

Xu Yi hugged him nervously, stroked his back gently, and asked worriedly.

Lin Xingmo was crying silently. He had woken up, but his thoughts were still stuck in the nightmare just now.

He knew that it was not a dream at all, but something that actually happened...

"Momo?"

Xu Yi was very at a loss. He patted the young man on the back, thinking whether to call the doctor to take a look.

Fortunately, after a while, Lin Xingmo slowly calmed down.

He raised his head from Xu Yi's arms, his eyes were red from crying, but his face was very pale, his lips were bloodless, and with the gauze on his forehead, he looked extremely sick and haggard.

Xu Yi was so distressed, he took out his handkerchief and wiped away his tears, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Lin Xingmo shook his head, his light blue eyes were dimmed, as if he had lost all his spirit.

He lay back on the bed again, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Xu Yi saw something and frowned tightly. He looked at Lin Xingmo and asked hesitantly, "Momo, do you remember something?"

Lin Xingmo finally had a reaction.

His eyes turned, and his eyes fell on Xu Yi. Slowly, tears accumulated in his eyes again.

"I remember it all..."

His clear voice was choked with sobs, "Grandma was hit by a car because she was trying to pick up my shoes..."

"It was me who killed grandma..."

Lin Xingmo closed his eyes again, tears poured out uncontrollably, grief and self-blame enveloped him, making him trapped in the shadow of the past, as if he had fallen into an abyss, sinking continuously.

At this moment, apart from being distressed and anxious, Xu Yi didn't know how to relieve him.

He was not at the scene at that time, and he was young, so he didn't know much about the ins and outs of the whole accident, but...but...

"Son, why do you think so?"

At this moment, an old man's voice sounded in the ward.

Xu Yi couldn't help being startled, and subconsciously looked towards the door of the room. Lin Xingmo, who was on the hospital bed, also opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound when he heard the voice.

A strange yet somewhat familiar old man stood at the door. His head was covered with white hair, and his face was full of traces of time.

Under the watchful eyes of Lin Xingmo and Xu Yi, leaning on a cane in his hand, he refused the support of the people next to him, and walked slowly to the bedside.

He looked at Lin Xingmo with kindness in his eyes.

"Momo, do you remember me?"

Lin Xingmo looked at his much older face, and finally shouted softly in a hoarse voice, "Are you... Grandpa Cheng?"

The author says:

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