The main venue of the anniversary celebration was filled with the sound of flashing lights and deliberately suppressed discussions.
On the main stage, Si Mingchen had already left with Wen Zhi, and the vice president was holding the microphone to direct the increasingly intense sounds of shock and conversation.
There were two different steps in the corridor.
Wen Zhi was held by Si Mingchen's wrist, and secretly raised the corners of his lips. After so many years, Si Mingchen seems to have grown taller, and his figure is taller and broader than when he was in high school.
He raised the corners of his lips quietly, becoming more and more satisfied with his old attacker.
Pushing open the nearest wooden door of the lounge, Si Mingchen immediately lowered his head and looked at Wen Zhi seriously.
"What happened to your head?"
Wen Zhi raised his bright eyes and blinked: "It's okay, there was a minor car accident."
While he was nervous, Simingchen found that he was still holding Wen Zhi's wrist, and loosened it slightly: "You were wrapped up so tightly after a minor car accident, are there any other injuries?"
Wen Zhi tapped his head with his finger: "Nothing else is wrong, it's just that I seem to have lost my memory."
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Hearing this, Si Mingchen was obviously half-believing and half-doubting. His serious eyes were tinged with complexity as he looked at Wen Zhi indifferently.
Wen Zhi cooperated with a smile, took a small step forward, and naturally took Si Mingchen's tie with his fingers, wrapping his thumb around it and twirling it in circles.
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Half an hour later, Si Mingchen sent someone to get all of Wen Zhi's medical records.
In front of the bright window, Si Mingchen looked at the case carefully, while Wen Zhi held his chin and looked at Si Mingchen obediently.
It was the first time that Wen Zhi paid so much attention to Si Mingchen, and he was a little uncomfortable with it.
He observed Wen Zhi's every move with a faint gaze, and focused his attention on the case.
There was a passage in the discharge case that he read three times.
"The patient suffered a strong blow to the head, which led to a systematic disorder of memory, which is specifically manifested as a disorder of the association between memory and events, and a disorder of emotional representation dominated by the amygdala and hippocampus. It is currently known that the patient's memory has temporarily regressed to the age of 17, and he has a simple and clear understanding of the social relationships at that time. However, the disorder of emotional representation has not yet manifested, and a follow-up examination is required every other week."
Si Mingchen still couldn't believe it. His light brown eyes looked at Wen Zhi with some scrutiny: "Besides the things in high school, don't you remember anything else?"
Wen Zhi shook his head: "I remember everything before high school."
Si Mingchen put down the case, leaned back in his chair, and looked complicated: "Then how do you know our relationship?"
Wen Zhi: "Something happened to me, and the hospital contacted my dad, and my dad told me that we were married."
Si Mingchen nodded slightly and said nothing more.
If Wen Zhi's resolute proposal for divorce not long ago was a blow from God, then the other party's sudden amnesia was probably a joke played by God on him.
Although Wen Zhi didn't remember the divorce, high school was the time when Wen Zhi was madly in love with Sang Qi. Even when Wen Zhi secretly climbed over the wall to bring him dumplings on New Year's Eve, it was only because he felt pity for Sang Qi because he was his cousin.
However, he ate all the dumplings even though he had stomach problems, and cried for a long time in the empty dormitory after Wen Zhi left.
Looking at the subtle changes in Si Mingchen's expression, Wen Zhi sensitively sensed something was wrong.
Although Si Mingchen is aloof and never shows his emotions, Wen Zhi can always tell when he is unhappy.
He withdrew his hand from his chin and looked at Si Mingchen quietly. When Si Mingchen's fingers flicked on the hospitalization record, he stood up and walked to Si Mingchen's shoulder.
"I'm fine. I won't forget you."
Wen Zhi stretched out his arm, put his arm around Si Mingchen's shoulders, and leaned his head on them: "Don't be sad, I wanted to ask you for an explanation today, but I have decided to forgive you."
Si Mingchen's eyes trembled, and the hot breath from his ear gently hit his cheek.
"Why are you accusing me of this?"
"I was in a car accident, and you should have been my first emergency contact, but the police contacted my dad. And I came to the company to look for you, but the security guard didn't recognize me and wouldn't let me in. But don't blame the security guard, after all, not many people can recognize me when I'm wrapped up like this. But I just think that you should help me set up a door access fingerprint so that I can come to the company to look for you."
Si Mingchen opened his mouth, but the words to explain were stuck in his throat. In the four years of marriage, except for the time when Wen Zhi filed for divorce, she had never set foot close to Si Sheng. Si Mingchen mentioned the emergency contact when they got married, but Wen Zhi was unhappy every day at the time, so the matter was delayed.
"It's my fault. I asked my secretary to set it up."
Wen Zhi's mood improved visibly. He stared at Si Mingchen's legs and sat on them.
Two pale pink spots appeared on her cheeks, Wen Zhi's ears felt hot, and she didn't dare to look at Si Mingchen.
Although they have been married for four years and are considered an old married couple, in his current understanding, it is just a newlywed wedding.
Si Mingchen's reaction to Wen Zhi's intimate behavior was unnatural, and he didn't know where to put his arms for a moment.
He turned his gaze to the window, wanting to say no but couldn't bring himself to say it.
Wen Zhi on his lap had a gentle look in his eyes and was looking at him with a smile.
He admitted that he liked this kind of warmth and simplicity.
This warm touch and trust is what he has longed for in these four years.
He didn't want to find out the reason or get to the bottom of it. He would rather it was a dream now.
But dreams always end, just like Wen Zhi's determined back as he left his office that day.
He didn't understand, if Wen Zhi's memory regressed to the age of seventeen, why would she treat him so warmly, which was completely different from before she lost her memory?
Isn’t he secretly in love with Sang Qi?
Or did Wen Qishan say something to Wen Zhi after he lost his memory that caused Wen Zhi to behave like this?
Si Mingchen was in a very confused mood, and his drooped eyes also revealed his thoughts.
Wen Zhi stared at him, trying to guess what Si Mingchen was thinking.
Although they had only met for an hour, he could sense that his relationship with Si Mingchen was not as inseparable as he had imagined, and they did not want to be together every day.
Si Mingchen was very cold to him.
Recalling what Wen Qishan said, that the two had a business marriage and had a good relationship, he felt even more surprised.
Could it be that Si Mingchen is the introverted, down-to-earth and hardworking type?
Thinking of this, Wen Zhi felt even more embarrassed.
It turns out that he has a 27-year-old body but a 17-year-old heart.
The instinctive reaction reminded him of something intimate.
He has read many types of novels. For a handsome guy like Si Mingchen who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside, he has to be flirted with crazily to stimulate his most primitive impulses and reveal his true thoughts and desires.
Wen Zhi sighed softly.
The road ahead is long and arduous.
But it doesn’t matter, he and Si Mingchen are married, and they have plenty of time to get used to each other.
Maybe as time goes by, they will become more and more in sync and have a rapport with each other.
"Honey, shall we go home?"
Wen Zhi's words brought Si Mingchen back to reality.
Si Mingchen hesitated and struggled.
Should they tell Wen Zhi that they have signed a divorce agreement?
But when he met Wen Zhi's smiling eyes, his emotions temporarily overcame his reason.
"Um."
Before leaving, Assistant Wen had already handed the new phone to Si Mingchen. Wen Zhi’s cell phone was broken. He was a star, and his agent would be very anxious if he couldn’t find him.
After inserting the phone card, Wen Zhi looked for Penguin App, muttering about the vegetables on his farm.
Si Mingchen: "Now people don't use Penguin anymore, they use WeChat."
Wen Zhi said, "Thank you, husband."
Wen Zhi suddenly found that it was becoming more and more comfortable for him to call Si Mingchen husband.
Their wedding house was temporarily removed from the market. During the time that Wen Zhi has lost his memory, he will need to live here for the time being.
"My agent, is her name Sister Qing?"
As soon as he logged into WeChat, Wen Zhi received a series of life-threatening calls from Sister Qing, which recorded his announcements from the past few days.
"Honey, what's my current status in the entertainment industry? I think being a first-tier star is not a problem, but a second-tier star should be fine, right?"
Although the driver didn't know Wen Zhi, Wen Zhi comforted himself that the driver must not be a fan of celebrities.
Siming pondered for a moment: "Third or fourth tier."
Wen Zhi frowned immediately: "It's unreasonable." Looking at Si Mingchen, he asked weakly: "Did I offend some big boss because I refused to accept the unspoken rules, and he deliberately suppressed my resources?"
These words made Si Mingchen not know how to explain.
Although Wen Zhi did not reveal his relationship with him in the entertainment industry, he had been secretly taking care of Wen Zhi using his connections. The entertainment industry is a big melting pot. How could he feel at ease letting Wen Zhi work hard on his own?
"Probably not. They don't dare to touch you."
Wen Zhi suddenly raised his eyebrows and poked his shoulder with his finger: "You look like a domineering president."
Faced with Wen Zhi's teasing, Si Ming's heavy mood improved a little and he continued to drive seriously.
Back at their super luxurious house, Wen Zhi was in a very good mood, running around on every floor like a colorful butterfly.
When he saw there was a special harp room on the second floor, his eyes widened in surprise.
In the moonlight, the strings of the white harp were delicate, as if flowing with gentle moonlight. It was the harp he had dreamed of owning since he was a child.
He remembered that the harp was called "Month" and was originally from Denmark. It was later bought by a French collector and there has been no further information about it.
His mother, Lin Qingzhi, was born into a musical family and has loved performing and playing the harp since she was a child. Wen Zhi has been learning harp from her mother since she was young, and has won many international awards before high school.
When he and Lin Qingzhi went to France, he fell in love with this harp at first sight. Unfortunately, he did not sell it to the public. The music store borrowed it from a collector.
Wen Zhi couldn't wait to sit down, and gently stroked the harp with his slender white fingers. The harp is played softly and beautifully, and most of the performers are girls. He is always a bright spot in every orchestra performance.
Si Mingchen must really love him.
Otherwise, why would I go to so much trouble to buy this harp for him.
At this moment, footsteps were heard at the door.
Si Ming looked at Wen Zhi quietly: "This is a gift for your 24th birthday."
He originally thought that Wen Zhi liked this gift very much, but when Wen Zhi left that day, he did not take the harp with him.
At this time, Wen Zhi stood up and trotted towards Si Mingchen, took his hand and raised his eyebrows: "This young master likes this harp very much. Although I must have said this when you gave it to me, I want to say it again."
Wen Zhi's palm is very soft, and much smaller than Si Mingchen's.
Si Mingchen's eyes fell on the two people's clasped hands, and he raised his eyes lightly: "As long as you like it."
Because Wen Zhi's discharge medical record emphasized the need to maintain a regular sleep pattern of early bedtime and early wakeup, in order to follow the doctor's advice, Si Mingchen reminded Wen Zhi to go to bed quickly.
Si Mingchen's work had not been completed yet, so Wen Zhi could only reluctantly send him to the study.
Lying on the big bed between them, he, who always chose his seat carefully, fell asleep in seconds, but in his drowsiness, he always felt that something was missing.
In his dream he remembered.
The big winter melon that Si Mingchen gave him was not there.
In the middle of the night, Si Mingchen finished his work, quietly came in to cover Wen Zhi with a quilt, and then went to the wine cellar to open two bottles of red wine.
He was completely puzzled as to why Wen Zhi suddenly became so clingy to him. When he was in high school, before he confessed to Wen Zhi, although Wen Zhi also liked to pursue him, she was not as straightforward as she is now.
He plans to meet with Wen Zhi's attending physician tomorrow to find out what is going on.
The temperature in the wine cellar was a little cold. Si Mingchen covered himself with a blanket and looked at the moonlight outside with calm eyes.
The day after tomorrow, he will leave for North America.
Letting Wen Zhi stay here alone to recuperate is the best arrangement at the moment. Perhaps in a month or two, Wen Zhi would be able to slowly recover his memory, and this would not cause embarrassment to the two of them.
Otherwise, it would be too cruel for him to face such a child every day.
The next day, Si Mingchen asked his aunt to prepare breakfast and went to the hospital.
In the office, after the doctor explained Wen Zhi's possible condition to Si Mingchen in detail, Si Mingchen only asked one question: "Regarding his memory disorder, in addition to not being able to remember certain events, is it possible that his emotions are transferred to the wrong person? I checked and found that his amygdala and hippocampus are severely damaged, and these two tissues happen to be responsible for emotional memory."
The doctor frowned slightly: "You mean, he hated someone, but because of his disordered memory, he thought he hated another person?"
Simingchen: “Yeah.”
The doctor thought for a moment and said, "There is a chance, but it's not very likely. If it's a strong emotional expression, the chance of remembering the wrong person is even lower."
Si Mingchen asked: "Will you forget the person you love most in your heart?"
The doctor nodded: "This is very common."
Simingchen nodded: "Thank you."
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The car was speeding on the road. Si Mingchen put his hands on the steering wheel and kept recalling the doctor's answer.
Perhaps, he needs to find a more authoritative doctor to help Wen Zhi, which will also help Wen Zhi recover his memory as soon as possible.
The phone rang, it was from Si Mingchen's good friend Chen Yu.
"Mingchen, you are going to Europe tomorrow, let's get together with our brothers."
"Right away."
In the high-end and secretive box, Chen Yu listened to Si Mingchen's narration, cigarette in his mouth and a puzzled look on his face.
"In other words, Wen Zhi may have recognized the wrong person and transferred his feelings for Sang Qi to you?"
Si Mingchen: "The doctor said the probability is low. There is another possibility, he forgot that he liked Sang Qi."
All of Si Mingchen and Wen Zhi's friends knew about this matter, and everyone also saw how cold Wen Zhi had been towards Si Mingchen over the years.
Chen Yu advised him: "But I think that amnesia is only temporary. If you want to continue to be with him, if he recovers his memory one day and dumps you again, you won't even have anywhere to cry."
Si Mingchen did not refute, but just lit a cigarette and held it between his fingers.
Chen Yu said, "You two have signed the divorce agreement, so forget it. No matter how much you like him, if he doesn't like you, you are just being sentimental. There are many good-looking men in the world, why do you have to hang yourself on Wen Zhi?"
All the other friends knew that Si Mingchen was planning to divorce, and they followed suit.
"What type do you like? I'll keep an eye out for you."
"The agreement has been signed, so let it go."
"What if he regains his memory and turns his back on me?"
Si Mingchen poured a glass of bitter red wine down his throat: "Well, I understand."
Everyone is right. Wen Zhi is now in a state of amnesia. If he takes advantage of this weakness and stays with Wen Zhi, Wen Zhi may hate him after he regains his memory.
He didn't want Wen Zhi to hate him.
He admitted that he had second thoughts after hearing what the doctor said. No matter whether Wen Zhi gave his love to the wrong person or forgot about Sang Qi, he wanted to try to be with Wen Zhi again.
Wen Zhi was like a wonderful poison, tempting him all the time.
But reason prevailed.
It's wrong for him to do this.
So he should go on tomorrow's trip.
Tonight, you can go and say goodbye to Wen Zhi.
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It was already ten o'clock in the evening, and Wen Zhi was browsing Weibo waiting for Si Mingchen to come home.
After a day of looking up information, Wen Zhi had basically figured out his basic situation.
He is a third-tier celebrity with 5 million fans on Weibo, half of whom are zombie fans.
His agent is very capable, but he just can’t make him popular after managing him for so many years.
He hasn't had much work recently, and he went crazy a while ago for no apparent reason and said he needed a month's rest.
Wen Zhi looked at the time and wondered why Si Mingchen hadn't returned home yet. Should he give him a call and ask?
At this time, the sound of a car was heard in the courtyard.
Wen Zhi quickly put on his bathrobe and trotted down the spiral staircase on the fourth floor.
Assistant Wen was also in the living room, apparently taking care of the drunk Si Mingchen.
The moment he saw Wen Zhi, Si Mingchen's eyes lit up for a moment, but then he concealed his loneliness.
"Wait for me outside."
Assistant Wen Te nodded and left quickly.
Wen Zhi saw that he was not drunk, so he walked up to him quickly and asked, "Have you been drinking?"
Simingchen: “Yeah.”
For some reason, Wen Zhi always felt that Si Mingchen had something to say.
"I'll help you up." Wen Zhi took his arm, but found that Si Mingchen didn't move.
He looked at Si Mingchen strangely, but before he could ask any questions, Si Mingchen said, "Wen Zhi, I'm going on a business trip for about half a year."
"Half a year?" Wen Zhi blinked her eyelashes and tightened her grip on Si Mingchen's sleeves, "Why are you gone for so long?"
These words have a hint of grievance and reluctance.
Si Ming said seriously: "North America needs my support, which is also an important part of Si Sheng's globalization."
Wen Zhi raised his face: "How often do you come back?"
Si Mingchen: "Nothing unexpected, he's very busy over there and won't be back for the time being."
Wen Zhi got angry and immediately shook off Si Mingchen's sleeves and sat down on the sofa.
"Won't you miss me when you're gone for so long? Or do you just not care whether I'm by your side or not?"
Wen Zhi had been looking forward to spending his first truly meaningful night with Si Mingchen today, but after waiting for so long, what he happily received was this news.
His eyes grew increasingly dim, his thin back shrouded by the bright, hot light, revealing disappointment.
Si Mingchen looked at him and said sorry.
Although he knew that Wen Zhi would not blame him for leaving this time after he recovered his memory. But at the moment, he couldn't ignore Wen Zhi's dejection and sadness, and his heart ached.
Si Mingchen patiently explained: "My luggage was packed and taken to the company not long ago. This matter was not decided recently."
Wen Zhi sniffed: "What if I miss you? Can I go see you?"
Si Mingchen did not answer directly. He tried his best to suppress his sobs and turned his back: "I have arranged a new doctor to treat you. When you recover your memory, if you miss me, I will come back immediately."
At this moment, Wen Zhi raised her face, which was already covered with tears: "Humph, you are such a trouble. Although I don't remember a single detail of these four years, you should have been very good to me. At worst, I can take a North American notice and go with you."
Si Mingchen suppressed his bitterness and said, "You are not in good health. You need to rest in China. It is not suitable for you to go abroad."
After saying this, he was afraid of regretting it, so he turned around and left quickly.
Wen Zhi looked at his back, sat on the sofa, and cried, as sad as if she had just broken up.
He knows that work is important, but why can't he be taken to North America?
Maybe he is too naive. He is actually 28 years old. Should he treat this kind of separation with a normal attitude?
He cried like a little quail.
Although he is 27 years old, his mental age is now 17, so there is no shame in it.
The guy I had just had for two days cruelly left me. Can’t I even cry a little?
He trotted to the window, clung to the window sill, and hummed deliberately towards the courtyard.
In the courtyard outside the door, Wen Zhi's crying could be heard clearly, sometimes intermittent and choking.
Assistant Wen opened the car door and waited for Si Mingchen to get in. Si Ming's eyes were dark. He took a step forward, then stopped hesitantly.
He clenched his fists, the reluctance, helplessness and heartache in his eyes growing deeper and deeper.
Assistant Wen: "Boss Si, you——"
Before he could finish his words, Si Mingchen turned around and walked into the house.
"Not for now, go back."
Inside the house, Wen Zhi huddled into a ball, his heart beating wildly.
Fortunately, he ran back in time and was not exposed.
Holding the toilet paper, he was sniffing more and more violently.
The door opened as expected, and Si Mingchen's tall figure appeared in front of Wen Zhi. Walking to the sofa, he noticed the single slipper on the floor and looked towards the window.
Sure enough, there was a slipper there too.
Wen Zhi still buried her face in her knees and cried.
Si Mingchen squatted down helplessly and took out a handkerchief: "Don't cry, I won't leave."
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