Chapter 495: Recovering My Memory
Han Lingcui stared at the brown paper file bag that Lin Wanqiu handed over, his fingers hanging on the bag for a long time without daring to touch it.
Just now when Lin Wanqiu said, "You used to work at Qi's," she thought it was just a fairy tale.
But now, looking at the "Qi Group Design Department Employee File" printed on the file bag, my heart felt like it was being gripped by a hand, and even my breathing became heavy.
"You don't have to believe it in a hurry," Lin Wanqiu pushed a cup of warm water to her hand, touched the wall of the cup with his fingertips, and withdrew his hand after confirming that it was warm.
"There's nothing else in here, just your record at the Qi Corporation. Take a look for yourself."
Han Lingcui took a deep breath and opened the file bag.
On the top was an ID card. The plastic cover had turned a little yellow, and the girl in the photo had a low ponytail.
Her features were exactly the same as hers now, except that her eyes were brighter and she had a timid smile on her lips. The department on her ID card read "Design Department" and her name was "Han Lingcui".
Her fingers trembled as she ran over the photo on her work badge.
She remembered that she had indeed looked for a job the year she graduated, but she only applied to the predecessor of Xuanyuan Company and had never been to Qi's. How could this work ID card exist?
Turning the page further, there was a project manual with "Preliminary Design Record of Yuncheng Project" written on the cover. Her handwriting was visible on the first page.
The handwriting was elegant, with small triangles next to the key data, and in the margin it was written "Pay attention to the supplier's qualifications, the supplier with the surname Shen needs to be checked closely."
She still uses this marking habit when looking up information, but she never knew when she had designed the Yuncheng project.
"Then why... don't I remember?"
She covered her head, her temples throbbing. "What the hell am I doing? Why don't I have any memory of it?"
Lin Wanqiu's voice was filled with tenderness. "You were a very energetic designer back then. Your designs were basically approved in one go. The client liked you very much, and so did we."
Han Lingcui clenched his hands suddenly, digging his nails into his palms.
I have no impression of these at all.
Han Lingcui leaned back in her chair, tears falling silently.
"So...lemon tea, vegetable porridge, and the habit of organizing documents, were all my habits back then?" she asked, choking with sobs.
Lin Wanqiu nodded, picked up the project manual on the table, and pointed to the mark on the margin.
"When you were working overtime, you always liked to drink unsweetened lemon tea, saying it would refresh you."
"You eat the vegetable porridge from the porridge shop downstairs twice a week. You say it tastes like your grandma's."
"You organize the files by year number because you said, 'When you look for them this way, it's like walking along time and you won't miss anything from the past.'"
Every word was like a small stone, hitting Han Lingcui's memory and causing ripples.
She seemed to be able to vaguely see a scene:
The lights in the office were on until late at night. She was lying on the table taking notes. Lin Wanqiu came over with a cup of lemon tea and said, "Lingcui, don't stay up too late."
During lunch break, she sat on a bench downstairs, eating vegetable porridge and staring blankly at the locust tree in the distance...
These scenes are blurry, but they carry real warmth and are not fake.
"I know you must be very confused right now," Lin Wanqiu handed over a tissue.
"You don't have to make a decision right now, and you don't have to rush back to the company. Mr. Qi said you can go home first, think about it carefully, and come back when you have figured it out."
Han Lingcui took the tissue, wiped her tears, and picked up the file bag.
What is contained in it is not "evidence", but the two years she was forgotten.
She stood up and said "thank you" to Lin Wanqiu. Her voice was still a little hoarse, but much steadier than before.
It was already dark when we walked out of the Qi office building.
She took out her cell phone and wanted to send a message to Jiang Shutong. Her finger stopped on the input box, but then retracted it.
Jiang Shutong said, "Don't trust anyone except me," but now it seems that the person she trusts may not really have good things for her.
The person she suspected, on the contrary, had been protecting her.
She didn't send a message, but just put her phone back in her pocket, hailed a car, and returned to the rental house.
When I opened the door, it was still daytime in the living room. The cardboard box in the corner was still there, and the digital tablet and succulents were lying quietly inside.
She walked over, squatted down, and opened the carton.
The digital tablet was the one she used in college, and there was a scratch on it, which was accidentally made when she was drawing the design.
She bought the succulents at a flower shop, took them to Xuanyuan Company, and then brought them back to the rental house.
She took out the succulent and placed it on the windowsill. Looking at its lush green leaves, she suddenly remembered what Lin Wanqiu said, "It tastes like what your grandma made."
The smell of grandma... How long has it been since she thought of grandma?
She was only ten years old when her grandmother passed away. She remembered that her grandmother always liked to cook porridge on the stone table under the locust tree. She would put chopped vegetables in the porridge, cook it until it was soft, and sprinkle some salt on it. It was the most delicious meal.
Grandma also said, "Lingling, when you grow up, if you miss grandma, come back and have a bowl of porridge. Grandma is waiting here."
Later, my grandmother passed away and my mother took her away from Qingcheng and never went back to pay homage to her.
She walked over to the wardrobe and opened the bottom drawer.
Inside was an old cloth bag, sewn by my grandmother, with a small locust flower embroidered on it.
She opened the cloth bag and found a photo inside:
Her grandmother held her in her arms, standing under a locust tree. She held a string of locust flower cakes in her hand, and her eyes narrowed with laughter.
A little boy was standing next to her, wearing a white shirt and holding a string of locust flower cakes in his hand, looking at her and smiling.
The little boy's eyes and eyebrows look a bit like...her own.
It should be my younger brother.
Han Lingcui's heart skipped a beat. He picked up the photo and looked at it carefully.
When was this photo taken? How come she has no recollection of it?
She felt like she had lost a lot.
It seems that I can’t find it anymore!
Her tears kept falling.
It took a long time to recover.
Tired of crying, she leaned against the wardrobe, picked up her phone and opened her Moments.
She rarely checked her circle of friends, especially recently, as she was busy checking up on Chen Hanxing and had no time to think about it.
I scrolled up and suddenly saw a circle of friends from Xuanyuan Pavilion. It was posted at 6 o'clock this afternoon and there was only one photo.
Under a locust tree, an old lady held two strings of locust flower cakes. In the background was the sign for "Locust Tree Street Shop," with the caption: "Waiting for you."
Qingcheng's Sophora japonica Street, the old lady in the tavern, and the Sophora japonica flower cake...
These are all her childhood memories, why would Xuanyuan Ge go there? Is he looking for her?
In fact, she also wanted to go back.
I want to visit my grandmother’s grave, I want to see the old locust tree, and I want to ask the old lady at the store if she still remembers the little girl named “Lingling”…
She immediately opened the ticket booking app and booked a high-speed rail ticket to Qingcheng at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning.
After booking the tickets, she placed the succulent by the window, watered it, and whispered, "When I come back, you must bloom."
That night, she didn't sleep. She sat on the floor of the living room, looking at the moonlight outside the window, and fragments of memories flashed through her mind intermittently.
But those memories are very vague, and the more I think about it, the clearer it becomes.
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