memory
Before Jiang Qing could think about what Lin Nanyan meant, the world twisted and her brain felt dizzy.
Her vision was blurry, her eyes slowly focused, and blocks of red gradually took shape in front of her eyes.
Jiang Qing stared at that spot intently. The bright red, large, familiar fruit flesh was evenly spread on the pink cream.
——It’s strawberry cake.
Jiang Qing slowly raised her head, and Lin Nanyan's mature face came into view.
Clearly, the moment before, she was facing a still young and immature face, and she was ready to say goodbye, but she didn't expect that she would face the familiar face of a man the next second.
At this moment, he was smiling at her.
Jiang Qing's brain worked slowly. Yes, it seemed that the last time she left was in front of Lin Nanyue.
So, she is back completely?
Lin Nan stretched out his hand, grasped the knife and fork with his white fingertips, cut off a piece of cake, and pushed it in front of the girl.
"Try it."
The dense, silky, and slightly sweet cake melted in the mouth. As Jiang Qing ate, tears filled her eyes for some reason, and she couldn't help but let them fall, making shallow holes in the cake.
Lin Nanyan took out a tissue and gently wiped away the water marks from the corners of the girl's eyes.
"Jiang Jiang, thank you for your hard work." He was very gentle.
Jiang Qing held Lin Nanyan's hand and refused to let go. The tissue covered her entire expression, leaving only the sound of her sobbing with a slight sob.
"Has it changed?"
Tears burned Lin Nanyan's palms red through a layer of tissue, and the pain in his eyes became even more intense.
His voice was soft, like ripples in the wind. "Everything is moving in the right direction."
"Jiang Jiang, you did it."
Jiang Qing's fingertips froze, and she pulled Lin Nanyan's hand down, revealing only a pair of red eyes. "Really...really?"
Lin Nanyan nodded, "It's true."
Jiang Qing let go in shock, covered her face with her hands, and lowered her head for a long time.
Time passed little by little, people came and went in the coffee shop, but Jiang Qing remained motionless.
Lin Nanyan stayed with her quietly until the girl finally looked up, and he peeled off a candy wrapper.
Jiang Qing looked at the familiar candy and couldn't help but smile. She took it and threw it into her mouth. It was still sour and astringent as always, and it was still her favorite taste.
After sorting out all her emotions, the girl's eyes regained their luster.
"You have all the memories?" she asked.
"You have it too," Lin Nanyan put the candy wrapper back into his pocket and looked up, "memories after the change."
The boy's words were like a key to unlock her memory. The moment he mentioned it, all the fragments, whether unfamiliar or familiar to her, flashed through her mind in a chaotic manner.
As Jiang Qing said, time travel was erased, and all the unreasonable things she said about time travel and Jiang Qing's existence were covered and rationalized by the new timeline.
It seemed as if she had never returned to the past, but those changes were so real.
Everything is changing, but—
She looked up at the boys. What about Lin Nanyan?
Why do I still have those memories that I shouldn't have when I sit across from her?
Lin Nanyan pointed to his brain and said, "I used to be confused too, wondering if I was sick or had mental problems."
"It wasn't until later, after you told me those words, that I realized I wasn't the only one with so many inexplicable memories."
No, it’s not just the two of them, there’s also Jiang Qing, the second Jiang Qing appears.
All three of them are abnormal.
"You..." Jiang Qing suddenly asked, "Why did you hang up on me?"
It was because of the constant hanging up of the phone that she noticed Senior Jiang Qing.
"At that time," Lin Nanyan looked at Jiang Qing, "the various images that appeared in my mind made me exhausted. I didn't know how to face you, how to face the endless illusions."
"I'm sorry, Jiang Jiang," the man said with an apologetic look, his handsome face showing regret, "I should have explained it to you earlier."
Jiang Qing nodded thoughtfully, indicating that she understood.
Although she asked this, she actually had not yet gotten over what happened before. Things happened too fast, and time and space changed too quickly. The memories that suddenly popped up in her brain made her feel unreal, so much so that Jiang Qing was still a little dazed, and all the scenes looked like flowers in the fog.
Lin Nanyan saw it, stood up, sorted out Jiang Qing's things, stuffed them neatly into the bag, and held it in his hand.
"Go home and rest first. We'll talk about it later if there's anything."
"Okay." Jiang Qing was led away by the man in a daze.
Lin Nanyan sent the girl home and looked at her lying on the bed. He tucked in the quilt and said, "Go get some sleep. Everything will be fine after you wake up."
Jiang Qing closed her eyes as she listened to the gentle tone, her eyelids fluttering shut as she listened to the man's footsteps receding and the door clicking shut.
She opened her eyes and stared unfocused at the ceiling above her head.
After a long time, the person on the bed finally moved, and fumbled out his cell phone. The white light hit the girl's eyelids, which was a little dazzling.
Jiang Qing pointed her finger at the top of the screen, looked at it for a while, and finally pressed it.
Amid the "beep, beep" sound, no one answered.
Jiang Qing's knuckles turned white as she gripped the phone. Just when she was about to doubt her memory, a familiar voice came.
"Jiang Jiang, I'm sorry, I was busy with things in the studio. My brother just came to me to bring me food, so I didn't hear your call."
"Didn't we agree to go collect folk songs together last time? Have you decided on a location?"
Listening to the busy yet cheerful voices over there, Jiang Qing's tense heartstrings instantly relaxed.
"Of course—" She smiled and changed the subject, "I haven't decided yet. Do you have any good places to recommend?"
Jiang Qing put down his paintbrush and couldn't help laughing, "Testing me again."
"Okay, I'm available anytime, any time, any place, it's up to you."
"Really? That's what you said, don't regret it later."
"Are you so worried?" Jiang scoffed at her. "When have I ever lied to you?"
Jiang Qing couldn't help but complain in her heart, there are so many things, you just don't remember them.
"Jiang Jiang," Jiang Qing's voice suddenly became serious as he spoke, "Thank you."
Jiang Qing lowered her eyes and tugged at the blanket, "What are you thanking me for?"
Jiang Qing looked at the familiar portrait in front of him. After so many years of painting, this was still the one he was most adept at.
"I don't know," Jiang Qing shrugged, "I just wanted to thank you."
Thank you for choosing to be close to me, thank you for not being pushed away by me, and thank you for sending me home after I almost had a car accident the day before the college entrance examination.
"I drew a portrait of you and will give it to you next time we meet."
"OK."
Jiang Qing hung up the phone with a smile. She stood there in a daze. Jiang Qing really didn't remember anything.
That’s right, forgetting is a good thing, it’s good for everyone.
Then press the next number.
A few seconds later, a familiar loud voice came, "Have you finished moving and packing? Do you want my help?"
"No," Jiang Qing smiled unconsciously, but her words were full of disgust. "You'll make a mess if you come to my place."
"Hey, how can you talk like that?" Song Shuang said angrily, "Be careful or I'll come to your house and show you what a real mess is."
Jiang Qing: ...
"By the way, do you still remember what we did together in high school?" She changed the subject in time.
"Of course I remember," Song Shuang said, becoming excited when he mentioned this. "You were quite rebellious for a while in high school. You led us to dominate the school. We either skipped classes or distributed sex education leaflets all over the campus. Or we sent rumor bombs to the senior class group. It was so cool."
Jiang Qing: "...How can it be as exaggerated as you say?"
"Of course we have. Don't underestimate our influence," Song Shuang said. "For example, the flyer incident. Later, the school incorporated sex education into the AIDS education process. Although it was a bit of an attempt to cover up, it also helped us open a breakthrough."
"And that rumor bomb thing from high school? I don't know where you get all those crooked ideas," she laughed uncontrollably at the thought. "One moment you spread rumors that this person has a grudge against another, the next you spread a melodramatic love triangle, and every now and then you stage a suspenseful hunt for the murderer. It's just too much! You have no idea how awful those people's faces are."
"But it's their fault. Why did they have to spread rumors about you and Jiang Qing? I think they just have nothing better to do than to eat their fill."
Jiang Qing added: "This is called giving someone a taste of their own medicine."
"That's right," Song Shuang said with some regret, "Why did you stop being rebellious later? Studying so hard in your senior year of high school was so boring."
Jiang Qing: "...Please be careful with your words. You are a teacher now, and your brother is a policeman."
Song Shuang chuckled, "Of course not, our family is incredibly famous now."
When Jiang Qing finally hung up the phone, her head was still buzzing. She didn't know why Song Shuang chose to be a teacher. She really couldn't tell from her appearance and personality.
Continuing to flip through the phone contact pages, a familiar name came into view and her fingertips paused.
"Hello--"
On the other end of the phone, there was a mixture of calls and chaotic footsteps, and after the sound of a door closing, it was quiet.
"Did I disturb you?" Jiang Qing asked.
"No," Chen Heng leaned against the wall of the fire escape. "The hospital's management is lax, and I'm not the attending physician. It's a good opportunity to take a break."
He raised his hand to check the time. "Why are you looking for me at this time? According to your schedule, isn't it time to catch up on some sleep?"
Jiang Qing remained silent.
The door creaked slightly and the nurse popped her head out, indicating that it was time to go and help. Chen Heng raised his eyes slightly and gestured to go immediately.
He smiled and asked, "Jiang Jiang, why aren't you talking?"
"Chen Heng, I think I should tell you that Lin Nanyan is back."
The girl's voice rang clearly in his ears. The man froze and couldn't help but clutch his phone tightly.
"That's great," Chen Heng raised the corner of his lips, "When I get back, I'll ask him out for a get-together sometime."
Jiang Qing recalled that in those changed memories, Lin Nanyan disappeared and Chen Heng appeared.
"Okay," she promised, "I'll tell him."
The hand holding the phone dropped, Chen Heng lowered his eyes and leaned against the wall for a while, but soon he put on his mask again and pushed open the door.
"Doctor Chen..."
"What's wrong with you?" Chen Heng walked over with a smile.
On the other side, Jiang Qing was still calling everyone one by one to confirm, "Mei Yan..."
Through a thin door, the sound of continuous conversations could be heard from inside the room.
Lin Nanyan sat quietly on the ground, feeling the girl's fresh breath.
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