Boyfriend came to the door after amnesia

It was already the next morning when Song Ci woke up. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling calmly.It took a long time for the emotions to spread gradually, but he didn't know whether he should be afraid, angry, or grateful.

After all, these ten years of life have been stolen.

Originally, he should have died not long after he was born.

Thinking of this, Song Ci suddenly felt relieved.

Yes, he should have died long ago, but isn't he still alive and well now?Even if Zhao Duzhi and the others said that his death was imminent, hadn't he been asserted several times in the past that he would not live long?

Then this time, he will definitely survive!

His heart became full again, he heard his strong and powerful heartbeat, his stomach that had not eaten all night began to growl, and his closed sense of smell was opened again, as if he could smell the aroma of food.

He lifted the quilt, hummed an out-of-tune song as usual, and searched for the scent.

In the living room, Lin Chao was sitting on the sofa and listening to the phone. Lin's mother's voice came from afar through the phone, "What's the matter with you, you haven't come back for two days in a row, you're promising! If you don't come back, don't came back."

Song Ci waved at him, "Say hello to your mother and me."

He said as he walked towards the kitchen.

Lin Chao stared blankly at his back, almost suspecting that he was hallucinating, he hung up the phone hastily, "Mom, I have something urgent, I will talk to you later."

Mother Lin's shouting was hastily interrupted.

Song Ci opened the kitchen door and looked at Zhong Jiuli who was cooking inside. He leaned over and picked up a piece of pork ribs that was ready to be served like a greedy cat. He breathed out while eating, "It's so hot, so hot, so hot. .”

Zhong Jiuli was startled, and forgot the dishes that were still in the pot.

Song Ci pushed him away and urged, "It's all burnt!"

Only then did Zhong Jiuli come back to his senses, he turned off the fire, and looked at Song Ci with a tense expression.

Song Ci blinked and blinked: "What are you looking at me for?"

"you--"

Song Ci interrupted his voice, and said seriously: "I've thought about it, so many times in the past that I'm going to die, but I'm still alive. What does this mean, God won't accept me! This time it must be the same , I will live a healthy and smooth life until 99.”

As soon as the words fell, Lin Chao, who was nestled at the door of the kitchen, applauded excitedly, "That's right!"

Zhong Jiuli, who had been sullen all this time, couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, his heart hanging in his throat finally fell to the ground, and the blood stagnant in his chest also rushed towards his limbs like a flood.

It was not only Song Ci who came back to life, but also him.

Song Ci can be said to gobble up four bowls of rice in a row. Hunger is one aspect, but the main reason is that Zhong Jiuli's cooking skills are so good.

He could even imagine the scene where Zhong Jiuli's girlfriend would be fattened up by him in the future.

Thinking of this, he felt a sudden soreness in his heart.

The food in front of him was no longer delicious, he put down his chopsticks, feeling a little overwhelmed.

Zhong Jiuli glanced at him, "Are you full?"

Even Zhong Jiuli seemed a little unsightly. He lowered his head and hummed sullenly.

Zhong Jiuli didn't know, so he asked directly, "What's wrong?"

Song Ci pushed away the chair agitatedly, left a sentence, "It's all right," and walked towards the living room.

Now that the words have been spoken, Zhong Jiuli no longer hides them, and he manages Song Ci more openly.

He followed Song Ci to the living room, and asked again, "What's wrong?"

Song Ci blurted out: "You are annoying."

After finishing speaking, he was taken aback for a moment, and he glanced at Zhong Jiuli from the corner of his eye. Seeing that his expression was normal, he was a little relieved.

Zhong Jiuli secretly smiled, and said, "Then tell me when you want to talk about it."

With that said, he got up and prepared to leave.

Song Ci was even more irritable in his heart. Zhong Jiuli asked him if he was unhappy, but he was even more unhappy if he didn't ask him.

"stop."

Song Ci suddenly felt a wave of broken courage that he might be afraid of dying even if he was about to die. He stopped Zhong Jiuli.

Zhong Jiuli paused, turned around, and looked down at Song Ci.

Song Ci cleared his throat and said, "Tell me about our days on the mountain."

That said, it was an afternoon.

The two asked and answered, usually Zhong Jiuli said one thing, Song Ci threw away seven or eight questions, and Zhong Jiuli answered them one by one.This cycle went on and on, and the two chatted for an afternoon.

In the end, his mouth was a little parched, and he talked more this afternoon than in the past three years, and only when he was by Song Ci's side did he have a talkative side.

And Song Ci also got some satisfactory answers from it.

For example, Zhong Jiuli learned how to cook because he thought the dishes cooked by the cook on the mountain were unpalatable and refused to eat.

For another example, there are only two of their peers on the mountain.They ate and slept together until he was seriously injured and lost his memory, and they still slept in the same bed.

"Then what happened to your chest injury?"

Speaking of serious injuries, Song Ci suddenly remembered the hideous scar on Zhong Jiuli's chest, which seemed to have been caused in recent years.

Zhong Jiuli took a sip of water, and his voice was hoarse: "Let's talk about it next time."

Not long after dusk, it was getting dark, and Guan Lingyan came to the door again.

He saw that Song Ci had regained his energy, and the stone on his heart was slightly lighter.

Lin Chao fiddled with the mahogany sword, talisman water and a bunch of gadgets he brought, and asked, "Are we really going to catch Zhao Jingya?"

Guan Lingyan said seriously: "We are going to prevent her from going astray."

He and Zhao Duzhi took on this job alone, just to prevent Zhao Jingya from really hurting someone, and put himself in it when the time comes.

The Tonghua Elementary School at night does look a little scary, it can be called ghostly shadows, and the surrounding area has been abandoned for a long time, and no one has lived in it for a long time.It was surprisingly quiet at night and there was not even a street light, making it even more eerie.

"Who the hell is pretending to be a ghost!"

Someone couldn't help scolding.

There are also rich and powerful people, "Isn't it just for money, let me tell you, I'll give him the money, and I have to come to such a ghostly place, what a fucking bad luck!"

A beautiful-looking middle-aged woman hugged her shoulders, frowned and said coldly, "No, I don't know that wicked person who commits crimes in the name of a dead person is not afraid of retribution!"

"Yes, yes."

"That's right, it's too wicked!"

Many people joined her, condemning the unscrupulous gangsters with the same hatred.

Another woman standing a little further away, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, lit a cigarette, and said slowly: "Everyone calm down, it's children who really suffer when they hear about it."

Hearing this, some timid ones couldn't help but shed tears.

Many of them were as calm and composed as the first few, but many more were worried about their children, and at the same time they were a little apprehensive.

They were told yesterday afternoon that the child had been kidnapped. The kidnapper asked them to come to Tonghua Elementary School at [-] o'clock this evening, but did not make any other demands.

Reminiscing about the weird performances in their children's schools, some people can't help but think of some past events.

Someone couldn't help crying, and a gust of wind blew away her sobbing and crying, which sounded a little creepy in this silent night.

Someone couldn't help shouting: "Don't cry!"

The weeping woman raised her head and said to the man, "What face do you have to yell at me!"

The man had a plaster cast on his hands and gauze wrapped around his face. He looked a bit miserable, and he yelled, "It's so noisy!"

The crying woman roared: "Song Deguang!" Then she stretched out her hand to beat him, and yelled as she hit him, "I don't blame you. If you hadn't bullied Zhao Jingya so much back then, would our child have been kidnapped?!"

Song Deguang had a plaster cast on his hands, his legs and feet were not flexible, and he was almost powerless to fight back. He lowered his head, tightly protected the things on his chest, and shouted: "You know, Zhao Jingya died a long time ago! Besides, even if it is true She came to revenge, why not just find me, but everyone? One by one, they picked themselves clean, forgetting the shit they did back then?! If I am the mastermind, you are the accomplices! No one can escape !"

As soon as he finished yelling, the woman who beat him also stopped, squatting on the ground and whimpering.

Listening to the content of the two people's quarrel, the people around also stopped and fell silent.

At nine o'clock, with a creak, the dilapidated and rusty iron gate of Tonghua Primary School slowly opened in the night, as if a good show had begun.