Chapter 183 The person woke up, but became stupid.
After the National Day holiday, autumn began to arrive in the northern part of the city.
After being discharged from the hospital, Qu He spent most of her time recuperating in Baiyu Bay.
Apart from returning to Yujia Ferry once during the journey, he rarely went out.
She found the mutton fat jade pendant in a leather trunk in the attic of her old home.
Everything seemed to have formed a closed loop.
Director Lian told her that after she was rescued from the river, she had a persistent high fever and was in a daze, but she was still tightly gripping the rope around her neck and wouldn't let go no matter how hard they tried to pry it off.
Later, he recovered from his illness and became lively and energetic again, but he couldn't remember anything about those two months during the summer vacation.
She and Teacher Qu later went to pray to the Bodhisattva, feeling that perhaps it was the will of Heaven, and that those bad memories that they couldn't remember should be completely forgotten.
So he put away all the things related to illness, including the pendant.
They thought forgetting would be the end, but who could have predicted that fate would twist and turn, binding them together once again.
They were not unaware of the online comments since they married Zhuang Bieyan.
Adding to this accident, although they didn't say it, Qu He could feel their worry and heartache.
On several occasions, they subtly hinted that "if it's too tiring, it's better to let go."
Qu He did not give a direct answer, only saying that they would talk about it when he woke up.
After Zhuang Bieyan's condition stabilized, he was transferred back to the Zhuang residence from the hospital to recuperate.
Zhuang Liuyue single-handedly took on the responsibility of the Zhuang family business, but she heard that Shang Shijin always appeared in the Zhuang family building under the guise of cooperation, with unclear intentions.
Qu He had promised Xiao Zhuangxi that she would return to the Zhuang residence twice a week.
The little guy seemed to have matured a lot overnight.
Knowing that her uncle was sick, she would always lie by his bedside and talk about what happened at kindergarten that day, as if that could wake her sleeping loved one.
Every time Qu He looked at the man sleeping soundly with his eyes closed on the bed, she was filled with mixed feelings.
The scars on his face gradually faded, and he still looked handsome, but that familiar sense of estrangement was stronger than ever before.
Several times, she had a fleeting illusion that she saw the little boy in the wheelchair from back then.
No one knows when he will wake up.
Perhaps next year, or perhaps tomorrow.
On the day Zhuang Bieyan woke up, Qu He was in Baiyu Bay with Director Lian, helping him organize the wardrobe for the changing seasons.
The phone rang; it was Zhuang Liuyue calling.
When she heard the voice on the other end of the phone, trembling with tears yet crystal clear, "Ahe, Ayan is awake!", Qu He, who was about to put away her short-sleeved shirt, slipped it into her autumn clothes.
My mind went blank, and my eyes welled up with tears.
The string that had been stretched for so long finally loosened.
When Director Lian saw her like this, he had already guessed most of what was going on.
She silently took the short-sleeved shirt out of the pile of autumn clothes, folded it again, and put it back in the summer clothes closet.
"Your dad and I signed you up for a crochet class at the senior university tonight, so we won't prepare dinner for you. You'll have to figure it out yourself."
Qu He was very familiar with the road from Baiyu Bay to Zhuangzhai.
But this time, she turned on the navigation.
Aunt Wang was already waiting at the gate. As soon as she saw her car, she called out happily, "Here she comes! Ah He is here!"
Qu He practically ran upstairs. Zhuang Liuyue was waiting at the door. When she saw her come up, she immediately went up and hugged her tightly.
Qu He hugged her back and patted her back to comfort her.
She understood this fear; they were all the same, afraid that the person in the bed would fall into a deep sleep and never wake up again.
Zhuang Liuyue wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand and looked at Qu He, "Ahe, you... need to be prepared."
Qu He did not understand its meaning.
Until she pushed open that door.
The room was drawn with sheer curtains, and sunlight streamed in through them.
Zhuang Bieyan sat upright on the bed, covered with a thin blanket. His face was still a little pale, but he was already able to sit quite steadily.
Little Zhuangxi lay on the edge of the bed, her little head close, looking at him curiously.
Hearing the door open, Zhuang Bieyan looked up.
Those incredibly familiar amber eyes used to always hold a smile, and even when they were angry, there was a hint of indulgence in them.
But at this moment, there was no emotion in those eyes, only calm and undisturbed.
That calm was not the composure of the past, but a sense of detachment, and even a hint of wariness flashed across his face when he looked at her.
With just that one glance, Qu He's heart skipped a beat.
She subconsciously took a half step back, her thumb unconsciously touching the ring on her ring finger.
It seems that this will provide her with support.
Aunt,
Xiao Zhuangxi climbed up from the bedside, ran over and grabbed her hand, her little brows furrowed, "Uncle has become stupid, he doesn't recognize me anymore, and he doesn't recognize Mom either."
Zhuang Bieyan has lost his memory.
His memories are stuck before he was seven years old, during his childhood spent entirely in the Zhuang family ancestral hall.
Therefore, he is filled with an instinctive distrust and wariness towards everything around him.
He forgot his life in the Zhuang family afterward, forgot Zhuang Liuyue, forgot Xiao Zhuangxi, and forgot her too, forgot all their past.
The doctors who arrived later conducted a thorough examination and concluded that the severe impact had damaged his brain nerves, and the presence of cerebral hemorrhage made amnesia one of the possible long-term consequences.
As for when the memory will be restored, it is uncertain; it may be soon, or it may take a long time.
After the examination, Zhuang Bieyan seemed to have exhausted all his strength and fell into a deep sleep again.
Qu He stood by the bed, looking at his sleeping face, her mind filled with the glance he had just given her.
Fate is truly fond of playing tricks on people.
When the car returned to the Baiyuwan building, we saw Director Lian and Teacher Qu standing at the entrance of the building, clearly having been waiting for a long time.
Upon seeing her car, the two quickly pretended to have just returned from a senior citizens' university.
Qu He knew they were worried about her, so she didn't expose them. After parking the car, she went upstairs with them and briefly explained the situation at Zhuang Bieyan.
After listening, Director Lian remained silent for a long time, his face grave.
In the end, he simply patted the back of her hand and said earnestly, "Some things should be cut off when necessary, don't make yourself suffer too much."
Qu He understood the deeper meaning in her words.
As autumn deepened, the night breeze carried a chill, stirring the curtains and revealing the divorce agreement on the desk.
That morning, the senior university organized a three-day, two-night autumn outing and team building activity. Director Lian and Teacher Qu had already left early in the morning.
Qu He was home alone and stayed in bed until noon before ordering takeout.
When the knock came, she slipped on her slippers and opened the door. "Thank you..."
Before he could finish speaking, he stopped abruptly when he saw who was standing outside the door.
The person standing outside the door wasn't the familiar delivery guy in the blue helmet.
Zhuang Bieyan stood at her doorstep, dressed in a crisp, dark trench coat, his posture upright.
However, what seemed out of place with his outfit was that he was carrying a takeout order of spicy hot pot.
He handed over the takeout, saying, "I ran into the delivery guy downstairs just now. He saw we were on the same floor and asked me to bring it up for him."
"Oh, thank you." Qu He took the takeout and thanked him.
This scene seemed to bring back memories of the time at Heyuefang when she was having menstrual cramps and ordered takeout. When she opened the door, he was standing outside.
"You're welcome."
He nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping across her face. "May I come in?"
His request was very direct.
Qu He paused for a moment, then stepped aside. "Please come in."
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