Chapter 3 Chapter 3 "He had a car accident and lost his memory."...
Jiang Mian was standing with his back to the light, his entire body hidden in the darkness, and his face could not be seen clearly.
But his figure is upright, his broad shoulders support his suit jacket, and his limbs appear slender.
He spoke and moved slowly. Although they were the same age, he possessed a steadiness that Qiao Yu could never match.
Different from the youthfulness in memories, a sense of strangeness is overwhelming.
Qiao Yu was confused for a moment and couldn't tell which one "Jiang Mian" should be.
But no matter which one it was, he didn't want to face it.
"say what?"
There was a moment of silence, as if it was the calm before the storm. Even Brother Wang couldn't help but sweat, his eyes darting back and forth between the two of them.
Jiang Mian paused after hearing this, then said something that made people laugh and cry: "Please agree to my friend request."
Qiao Yu lowered his head.
He took out his cell phone and found an unread message in his WeChat.
A dark starry sky avatar, with the same nickname and remark - Jiang Mian.
Not wanting to get entangled, Qiao Yu quickly agreed and decided to block the person as soon as he left.
Jiang Mian stepped aside to make way, and Qiao Yu walked away without looking back.
Open the door of the bar and walk into the sunny December day.
The cold wind blew at him on the head, like a slap in the face.
A dull pain.
Qiao Yu pulled back the hood of his coat, which was stuck on his head like a snakeskin bag.
He returned to school and it was the last round of food in the cafeteria. After sitting down and eating a little, I received a message from Jiang Mian on my phone.
【Jiang Mian: Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. 】
【Jiang Mian: I just want to understand what happened in the past. 】
Jiang Mian lowered his head, staring at the two lines of words. His masseter muscles on the side of his face were tense, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and there was a sob stuck in his throat that couldn't come out or go down.
After a long time, he swallowed the rice in his mouth, clicked on Jiang Mian's profile picture and chose to block him.
The thumb just stayed in the air for a long time without pressing down.
I exited and clicked into the Moments, but it was blank.
Really? Didn’t you just return home?
Who is using WeChat abroad?
Grit your teeth and put Jiang Mian on the blacklist.
Know about the past?
What a light question.
How could he condense everything in the past into a simple answer and write it into two messages to reply to the past?
There were so many things in the past that he didn't know where to start.
In the afternoon, Qiao Yu changed his clothes and went to the laboratory to saw wood.
He chose engineering as his major in college, hoping for good employment, but he still hasn't been able to find a job.
However, this was not Qiao Yu's original intention. When he was a junior, he was still thinking about finding a job as soon as possible to earn more money.
But no matter how much money he earns, he just wants his grandma to live a more comfortable life. But once he goes to work, he can't go home to check on his grandma anytime like he can at school.
After weighing the pros and cons, Qiao Yu chose to continue his studies.
Fortunately, he met a good mentor.
After learning about Qiao Yu's special situation, his tutor actively applied for scholarships and loans for him, and also gave him various bonuses and wages on a daily basis.
He can also earn extra money by occasionally doing large-scale experiments, as well as from his two part-time jobs.
These incomes greatly reduced Qiao Yu’s financial pressure. In short, going to school is more comfortable than working.
After finishing the experiment, it was time for dinner. Qiao Yu ate a little in the cafeteria and then went straight to the tutoring institution.
I took an intensive math class and went back with a pile of botched papers.
Ji Zhongyuan knew the time he would get off work, so he sent him a message twenty minutes in advance to offer him a ride home.
Even SF Express is not so smooth.
Qiao Yu held the phone and sighed slightly.
He had refused many times before, thinking it was not good to trouble others.
But it was of no use. Ji Zhongyuan was even angry about it and felt that Qiao Yu didn't take him seriously as a friend.
What kind of friend can be so true?
Even diamonds are not so real.
He couldn't do anything about Ji Zhongyuan and was still in distress.
However, what was unexpected was that when Qiao Yu left the office building, he did not see Ji Zhongyuan's small Audi, but instead saw an expensive G-Class.
Jiang Mian was leaning against the side of the car in a black windbreaker, with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs crossed. He looked younger than when he wore a suit.
"Hi." The person waved at him in a friendly manner.
Qiao Yu turned and left.
Jiang Mian raised his eyebrows slightly: "Where are you going?"
Qiao Yu simply ignored him without even turning his head.
He has a good temper and rarely treats people in such a bad manner.
If it were someone else, this warm welcome would not continue to please the cold butt. But Jiang Mian was an exception. He was happy to stick to it and he was quite happy doing it.
"Why are you hiding from me?"
Qiao Yu thinks Jiang Mian is sick.
He walked to the bus stop and took out his cell phone to check if Ji Zhongyuan had sent him a message.
Jiang Mian stood next to him, not knowing what he was doing: "You blocked me."
When I looked up again, Ji Zhongyuan's car arrived.
Qiao Yu opened the door and got into the car.
The driver in the car paused for a second, then the window quickly rolled down.
Ji Zhongyuan stretched his neck in the driver's seat, like an old goose with yellow beak and white feathers, wishing he could hang his head on the right rearview mirror: "This is..."
“Why did you block me?”
Jiang Mian's hands were clasped on the half-open car window. Although he spoke in a calm voice, there was a hint of coquettishness in his tone.
"Let me out."
Ji Zhongyuan was too familiar with this death scene. His memory was instantly awakened and his eyes widened: "Jiang Mian!!!"
After awakening, the old goose was furious. He wished he could step over Qiao Yu and bite the shameless bastard outside to death.
Jiang Mian raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You know me too?"
Ji Zhongyuan's anger paused for a moment: "Huh?"
"Brother Yuan," Qiao Yu held Ji Zhongyuan's arm, "Let's go."
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Ji Zhongyuan left, and when he left, the exhaust gas from his car was filled with angry sounds.
Jiang Mian was not angry either. He stood at the station and watched them go away.
Qiao Yu lowered his eyelashes and looked at his fingertips in silence.
Ji Zhongyuan glanced at the rearview mirror several times: "When did it happen?"
"Nothing," Qiao Yu said, "I just saw him yesterday."
"He came back to see you? How could he have the nerve to come back? He left the country without saying a word, have you forgotten?"
"I didn't forget," Qiao Yu said calmly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter. "He forgot."
Ji Zhongyuan stepped on the accelerator lightly, intending to rush to the green light in front.
He didn't understand what "forgot" meant specifically, and subconsciously said "Huh?"
"He was in a car accident and lost his memory."
The world seemed to be quiet for two seconds.
With a heavy slam of the brakes, the seat belts of both people in the car tightened.
The yellow light turned red, and Qiao Yu leaned back into the car seat.
"No more talking, don't be distracted while driving."
"Amnesia? Him?" Ji Zhongyuan laughed while pressing the steering wheel, "He's acting in an idol drama?"
Qiao Yu pursed her lips and did not respond.
"Don't you think this is ridiculous? Just because he lost his memory, he can turn the page and start over again? He lost his memory? I saw that the way he clung to you just now was exactly the same as before—"
"Brother Yuan," Qiao Yu interrupted him, "What does it matter whether it's true or not? Nothing will happen between him and me."
Sensing Qiao Yu's resistance, Ji Zhongyuan's tone was not as tough as before.
"Just keep it in mind."
Five years ago, when he left without saying goodbye, Qiao Yu used up all her strength to beg and keep him.
He even chased her across the ocean and was badly injured.
I was exhausted a long time ago and now I can't even feel the pain.
The only bit of anger he had was vented out when he met Jiang Mian again. Now he was like a deflated balloon, unable to float up or sink down. He could only rub against the ground slowly, making himself look very miserable.
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Qiao Yu's family lives in an urban village near Chongqing University. The tube-shaped building is more than 50 years old, with a whole row of balconies connected together, three or five buildings in a row. The path downstairs is narrow and crowded.
He has no father or mother and was an abandoned baby picked up by his grandmother.
The two of them have lived together here for more than ten years. She taught him to read, sent him to school, and raised him.
She is now over 60 years old. She was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease five years ago and now needs someone to take care of her.
Qiao Yu is sensible, obedient, and hardworking. She was admitted to the best local school. Now it is his turn to take care of her in her old age.
The house is over 40 square meters, with one bedroom and one living room, so it’s not too crowded for two people to live in.
Qiao Yu did not have his own room, so he slept on a 1.2-meter-long steel single bed next to his grandmother's bed, which made it convenient for her to look after him and did not take up much space.
Aunt Sun always felt that he was suffering, but Qiao Yu didn't think so. As long as there is grandma, there is a home. No matter how hard life is, it is not miserable for those who have a home.
——No matter how hard life is, it will never be miserable for those who have a family.
He stopped at the door and felt that the words were familiar.
Thinking back carefully, it probably came from Jiang Mian's mouth.
"Oh……"
He let out a sigh and chuckled, and the memories of the past disappeared in an instant after being exhaled like a cloud of mist.
"fraud."
Qiao Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the root of her nose felt sore.
He took a few short breaths, trying to get rid of the chaos in his heart.
He didn't want to bring his emotions back home, but after standing outside the door for a long time to digest them, he still couldn't calm down.
"Me?"
A voice sounded from beside him.
Qiao Yu was startled.
This kind of fright is no more than waking up in the middle of the night, looking in the mirror, praying that all evil will go away, but when you turn around you are met with a green-faced, fang-toothed monster.
He staggered to the side and Jiang Mian reached out to support him.
After a quick touch, Qiao Yu suddenly shook off the other person's hand.
The face just appeared before him, along with the long corridor that had not changed in more than ten years.
Familiar places and familiar people, the combination of the two can make Qiao Yu more confused than just seeing Jiang Mian.
Jiang Mian did not withdraw immediately, but instead vaguely protected Qiao Yu from a distance.
It was only a one-second pause to prevent him from falling, and then he quickly retracted it.
He glanced at the closed iron door: "Your home?"
Qiao Yu suppressed his anger and asked: "You followed me?"
"I'm a little worried," Jiang Mian said gently, not realizing that he was the unwelcome outsider. "Who was the person who took you away before? He looks familiar to me and I don't think he's a good person."
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