When Lu Jia woke up again, it was already evening. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window, illuminating the entire room with warmth and tranquility.
He had just opened his eyes when he saw Xingxing and Ayu's concerned gazes. Xingxing exclaimed joyfully, "He's awake! He's awake!" Her voice was full of joy and excitement, as if Lu Jia's awakening was the thing she had been looking forward to most at that moment.
Ayu bent down and helped Lu Jia sit up. He carefully adjusted the buckwheat pillow to better fit Lu Jia's back and provide better support. Lu Jia slowly dragged his legs, carefully avoiding touching the wound. He felt some moisture on his face, and when he reached up to touch it, he found that the gauze had been removed, replaced by a thin layer of ointment.
Seeing his puzzled expression, Xingxing explained, "The doctor came by. You fainted just now, which scared us both. Ayu quickly went to get the doctor to come and take a look at you. The doctor saw that your wound was much better, so he removed the gauze and applied medicine. You're much better now." Her voice was gentle and concerned, which warmed Lu Jia's heart.
Ayu frowned and said, "But don't overthink it. The doctor said that too much mental strain can affect your health. If you can't remember, just stay here for now. Don't worry, we'll talk about it when you feel better." His tone was firm and strong. "Once you remember, we'll help you find your family. Don't worry."
"Yes." Lu Jia nodded, and said apologetically, "I'm so sorry to have made you worry about me." His eyes revealed gratitude and apology.
As night fell, Lu Jia lay in bed, gazing at the dark sky outside the window. The image of that long-haired figure and those broken cries kept replaying in his mind. He tried desperately to see her face, but to no avail. Each time he tried to get closer to that figure, it grew increasingly blurry until it disappeared into the darkness.
He didn't know why, but even though he couldn't remember the person from his memories, he still felt a sharp pain in his heart. He closed his eyes and slowly reached out to wipe away her tears, but his arm froze. He felt an endless sorrow and helplessness filling his heart, as if bound by an invisible force.
One year later.
summer.
Chengdu.
After so long, Shen Zhi Qiu has returned to Chengdu.
The Chengdu sunlight streamed through the car window and fell on Shen Zhi Qiu's face, softening her cool demeanor.
She wore a dress that revealed her beautiful shoulders and neck. Her fair skin looked even more translucent under the black dress, and her long, seaweed-like hair was casually tied up, giving her a simple yet elegant look.
The car slowly came to a stop at the entrance of the sanatorium, the sound of the tires lightly touching the ground particularly clear in the quiet air. Shen Zhi Qiu sat in the back seat, her gaze passing through the car window. A hint of hesitation and unease flashed in her eyes, ultimately turning into a soft sigh. Her fingers unconsciously traced the edge of the seat, revealing her inner turmoil.
Zhou Xiaoran, who was traveling with Shen Zhiqi, did not notice Shen Zhiqi's unusual behavior. She opened the car door, and a fresh breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers and plants wafted towards her. She took a deep breath, a look of rapture on her face, "The scenery here is really beautiful. No wonder they built the sanatorium in such a place."
Sitting in his high chair, Zhao Zhao was clearly uninterested in his surroundings. He tugged at the little bow tie around his neck, seemingly uncomfortable with the restraint. His brow was furrowed, and his little face was full of unhappiness.
Zhou Xiaoran noticed Zhao Zhao's mood, so she quickly bent down and lifted him out of his car seat. She hugged him tightly and gently stroked his back. Then, she pointed to the distant, rolling mountains and spoke to him in a soft voice, "Zhao Zhao, do you like it here? We're going to stay here for a while."
Zhao Zhao looked up at Zhou Xiaoran with his big, round eyes. He nodded and said, "Mm." Although it was only a single word, it expressed his acceptance of the new environment.
"Zhao Zhao, you're so sparing with your words!" Zhou Xiaoran smiled helplessly, looking at the handsome young face in front of her and exclaiming.
Shen Zhi Qiu also got out of the car. She held Nian Nian in her arms and carefully closed the car door. Nian Nian seemed to have just woken up. She rubbed her sleepy eyes with her little hands, then looked at Shen Zhi Qiu and called out "Mama" in a soft, sweet voice. Her voice was so gentle and sweet that it made people feel affectionate.
A gentle smile appeared on Shen Zhi Qiu's face. She looked down at Nian Nian, her eyes filled with love and doting. She gently kissed Nian Nian's forehead, "Nian Nian, my darling, you're awake."
At that moment, Shen Zhi Qiu heard footsteps.
Looking up, I saw the same stairwell again, and a boy walked quickly towards me.
Shen Zhi Qiu's gaze followed Lu Xiao Yu's figure, and her heart was filled with ripples. Lu Xiao Yu's steps were light, and her figure gradually became clearer, but her youthful face carried a hint of vicissitude that did not belong to her age.
"Xiaoyu," Shen Zhi Qiu called softly, her voice trembling slightly. Her gaze met Lu Xiaoyu's, and at that moment, both of them revealed an indescribable emotion.
Lu Xiaoyu reached out and gently stroked Niannian's cheek, sighing, "Zhaozhao and Niannian are so big now, children really do grow up fast."
A gentle breeze blew by, and Niannian's pink dress fluttered lightly, as light as a cloud. The pink bow in her hair swayed gently with the rhythm of the wind, making her look exceptionally playful and cute. Niannian stared wide-eyed at the handsome uncle with curiosity, then reached out her little hand to touch the bow, a sweet smile appearing on her lips.
"Have you forgotten me? Niannian, I'm Uncle Xiaoyu." Lu Xiaoyu bent down and gently pinched her chubby little face.
"Uncle Xiaoyu." Niannian's soft, sweet voice rang out, clear and melodious. She gently tugged at Lu Xiaoyu's clothes with her little hand.
That one word, "Uncle Xiaoyu," was like a key, unlocking the long-sealed door to Shen Zhi Qiu's memories. Before her eyes appeared the scene of Lu Xiaoyu holding Niannian, teasing her to call him "Uncle Xiaoyu." At that time, Niannian was just a babbling baby, and Lu Xiaoyu always patiently stayed by her side.
However, Lu Jia was also by my side at that time.
Shen Zhi Qiu's nose tingled, and a sharp pain shot through her heart. She lowered her head, not wanting anyone to see her vulnerability. However, Lu Xiao Yu keenly noticed her emotional shift. His eyes instantly reddened; clearly, he, too, had been touched by Nian Nian's voice, which had touched the softest part of his heart.
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