Divorced by the actor right after she was pregnant?

"Thank you."

It was rare for Qu Yan to be so knowledgeable. Bu Xinglan's mood suddenly improved, and his stern face relaxed slightly: "Then how can you thank me?"

"What do you say?"

Qu Yan's voice was too gentle, and Bu Xinglan couldn't hold back when he thought of that handsome face: "Are you... are you being too dishonest?"

Qu Yan fell silent.Bu Xinglan kept an eye on the phone while writing his diary. Fortunately, Qu Yan didn't make him wait too long this time, and quickly said, "Let's start the video."

"Oh." Bu Xinglan had no objection.

After the video was called, Qu Yan's handsome face occupied the entire screen, making Bu Xinglan dazzled.

"You look really good." Bu Xinglan commented, with emotion on his face, and an imperceptible smile on Qu Yan's face: "You can let me do anything."

Bu Xinglan raised his eyebrows: "This is not a thank you at all, I already have this right."

"But I don't care what I want, and I don't know how to thank you." He said sincerely, and Bu Xinglan instantly felt that his thoughts today were not in vain. He knocked on the table and thought for a while, "How about you sing me a song?"

Five minutes later, Bu Xinglan saw him sitting on the sofa with a guitar in his arms. Such a tall, long-legged and good-looking man is very attractive even if he is not proficient in music. At first, Bu Xinglan did not Pay attention to what song he is singing, until the lyrics appear "You, are my little star, hang, shine brightly in that sky, I have decided to love you, and I will not give up easily"——

Bu Xinglan: "..."

This, what kind of song is this, he has never heard of it.

He rolled his eyes, and subconsciously picked up the notebook and fanned it.Of course, it is also possible that he has heard it, but no song will leave any trace in his mind.

When the guitar sound ended, Qu Yan raised his eyes and looked over. Bu Xinglan's face was slightly red under the camera. He gave a low laugh and asked, "Is that okay?"

"..." Bu Xinglan seemed to be sleepwalking, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Boss Bu?" Qu Yan called out several times, and Bu Xinglan finally came to his senses: "What, what can you do? You are only here, and I spent a lot of money on you! Your song is worth a lot. Is it a lot of money?"

"..." So how much is your lot of money?

Qu Yan said: "What else do you want me to do?"

Bu Xinglan rubbed his eyes to hide his hot face, and said, "I'm sleepy."

Qu Yan looked at the time, it was already nine o'clock: "Shouldn't you take a shower and go to bed?"

That's right.But Bu Xinglan didn't want to move, he suddenly wanted to chat with Qu Yan like this all the time, just say anything.

But Bu Xinglan knew very well that staying up all night could not save his brain data, as long as he was in a trance, it might only be for a moment, and the inside would be blank.

"Then I'll go to rest first."

"Good night."

Bu Xinglan stretched out his hand to press the hang up button, but suddenly withdrew his hand, "Don't call Mr. Bu from now on."

"?"

"Call me Xinglan." Bu Xinglan ordered: "Call me Xinglan!"

"Can I be called a star?"

"..." Bu Xinglan's mind froze for a moment.

Qu Yan: "Stars?"

"..." How could he pronounce these two words so nicely? Is it because of his face?

Bu Xinglan scowled, and said, "For the sake of your eagerness... yes!"

"Thank you, it's a great honor."

"By the way, wake me up every day from now on." Bu Xinglan gave another order: "Tell me good morning and good night every day, and that song... I just forgot to record it, call tomorrow and sing it to me again , to sing a cappella."

Qu Yan nodded slightly.

Bu Xinglan hung up the video, picked up the pen again and started writing a diary.I recorded the song sung by Qu Yan, and tried to describe my mood with the most appropriate language, but in the end I just wrote a sentence dryly: "He may have opened his voice with his face."

After putting down the pen, Bu Xinglan walked into the bathroom, lay down in the bathtub and looked at the ceiling.

He was wondering if he would have the memory of today if he kept his eyes open until dawn.When this idea came up, Bu Xinglan instantly realized that he had done this before, but failed.Even if he doesn't sleep, he will doze off. After a trance, his brain will go blank.

Sometimes I'm so exhausted that I don't even remember what happened in the last second.

Bu Xinglan seldom remembers what he did only once. This impression gave Bu Xinglan a very clear answer. He had this idea more than once, and he tried it more than once.

But all failed.

Bu Xinglan came out of the bathroom, changed into pajamas and lay on the bed, but fell asleep very late.

The next morning, the loud ringing of the phone woke him up from his dream, and he answered the phone in a daze. Qu Yan's voice sounded over there, extremely piercing: "Good morning, the stars."

Bu Xinglan was in a trance: "Who are you?"

"I'm Qu Yan."

"..." Who is Qu Yan... Bu Xinglan was very confused, and Qu Yan over there had already opened his mouth: "Aren't you up yet? I'm already up, and I will sing it for you again, and then record it and send it to you."

Bu Xinglan's brain was still in chaos, and he didn't speak.

The gentle bass rang through the phone, and Bu Xinglan was woken up after a jolt, and cursed: "Are you crazy? Who said I want to hear you sing? Talk about something, get out!"

Qu Yan: "..."

There was a loud snap, and although the phone was still in the talking state, it had already been thrown into the corner by the owner.

Bu Xinglan slept until after nine o'clock, and then went downstairs to eat top-heavy. His mother could see that he was not in good spirits: "Did you stay up late last night?"

Bu Xinglan said casually: "Maybe..."

All he knew was that he was hungry and wanted to eat.

Any mental and physical discomfort will affect his memory.

His mother said from the side: "Clean up after dinner, we are going to grandpa's house, you didn't go last week, grandpa misses you very much."

Bu Xinglan stopped and thought for a while, as if recalling who his grandfather was. After a while, he put down the bowl and said, "Okay."

After Bu Xinglan finished eating, he went back upstairs. Before his brain responded, he had already sat down at the table and took out the diary.

In the diary, the neat words clearly described what happened yesterday, but apart from knowing that a person named Qu Yan sang to him, Bu Xinglan had no idea what it was like to be in the same place at that time. No matter how detailed the above description is, he seems to be reading someone else's story.

However, there are a few points that he considered to be the key points yesterday:

1. I obviously forgot who Qu Yan was, and emphasized: He is an entertainer I have supported, his face will glow, I believe that no matter how much I lose my memory, I will definitely be flashed to his face when I see him.

2. I made an appointment with Qu Yan to wake me up every morning and say good night to me at night.

3. Qu Yan will call tomorrow to sing, remember to record.

4. Let’s add another one, the recording is fine, just don’t scold him as a crazy person... Otherwise, I will definitely become a real crazy person in his eyes.For details, see the record of what happened in the morning.

"..."

Is it going to be considered a neuropathy?

So, what can be done to save it?