Chapter 339 Memory seems to have changed
Ji Linshen casually glanced at the message, put away his phone, and went into the conference room for a meeting.
In a suburban villa.
Lu Shiman and Qin Jiaojiao finished dividing the spoils.
The two of them lay on the sofa and started chatting casually.
Qin Jiaojiao suddenly thought of something and leaned sideways, leaning on her arm to stare at Lu Shiman. "Lin Yanxin is getting engaged to Fu Boyang. I heard it's next month."
Lu Shiman recalled the two people's appearance in his mind for a long time.
"We sent invitations to most of Jincheng. We were afraid that others wouldn't know about this scumbag and bitch getting together." Qin Jiaojiao lay back down again, her voice a little softer: "Manman, are you really that into that Fu Bowang..."
"If shit and delicious food are put together, do you think I will eat shit or delicious food?" Lu Shiman lay on his side, his eyes falling on Qin Jiaojiao's delicate profile.
"Before delicious food appeared, weren't you always eating shit? And you couldn't stop eating it." Qin Jiaojiao thought of Lu Shiman's strange behavior in those years and turned to look at her: "Manman, do you know?"
"What?"
Qin Jiaojiao lowered her eyes and stared at her fingers twisting the corners of her clothes. "Those years you were chasing Fu Bowang..." The last syllable got stuck in her throat, and her voice was hoarse with sobs. "It was like being possessed by a wandering ghost. It was so strange and terrifying."
She raised her hand to press her temples, her knuckles rubbing across the red corners of her eyes. Her voice was so soft it could be lost in the wind: "When I was abroad, you never took the initiative to contact me."
She suddenly laughed briefly, raised her hand to tuck the hair behind her ear, revealing her shiny face: "I sent you a message, but you didn't even reply."
"Every time I open a chat box, the last message I see is always the green bubble I sent." Qin Jiaojiao poked her palm with her nails, her speech speed getting faster and faster: "I said the sycamore tree in the new apartment has sprouted, and that the new milk tea shop in Chinatown is so sweet that it tastes bitter, and that..."
A small sob suddenly broke out of her throat, as if she was choking on memories: "You always said 'I'm busy', 'Oh', 'I see', 'Let's talk when we have time'."
"You might as well not reply later..."
"During those years, I went through all the chat records, looking for evidence between every 'um' and 'oh' that you might still care about me." Qin Jiaojiao's voice was choked with sobs, but she forced it down.
"I just wondered if I had done something wrong and you were bothering me and hating me."
"But I can't figure it out, Manman, I can't figure it out..."
When Qin Jiaojiao mentioned Fu Boyang, she seemed to open up and talked about all the troubles and sadness in the past few years, and every night when she woke up in the middle of the night without receiving a reply.
Qin Jiaojiao had the opportunity to ask after returning to China for so long, but every time she saw how caring she was towards her, she swallowed the words back.
Maybe it was just her illusion, her Manman was still the same as before and had never changed.
Lu Shiman's temples were throbbing and cold sweat appeared on the back of his neck.
She found that her memory was like muddied water, and her originally clear memories of traveling through the book began to show fine noises.
The memory seems to have changed.
When she first came here, she remembered that her brothers had very little affection for their younger sister.
But now when I recall it, I can recall every moment when my brother loved me.
Instead, the memories of chasing Fu Bowang during those years began to become blurred.
There seems to be more than one strange place...
Lu Shiman was a little confused. What was going on?
Two memories are intertwined in my mind, one is before I came here, and the other is here.
The sense of disconnection when reading memories when she first came through disappeared, and every memory seemed like she had experienced it herself.
"Manman, fortunately you haven't changed, fortunately you still love me..." Qin Jiaojiao also turned sideways and met Shanglu Shiman's gaze: "If even you don't want me..." Then I really can't live anymore.
The redness in her eyes pierced Lu Shiman's heart. She hugged Qin Jiaojiao and buried her head in her arms: "I'm sorry, Jiaojiao, I'm sorry."
"I said your heart is a durian, with people standing on each tip, and it's very yellow inside." Qin Jiaojiao's voice was muffled, and her arms were around her waist.
Lu Shiman lowered his head and put his face on the top of her head: "Jiaojiao, it must have been very hard for you to be alone abroad for a few years..."
"Hmm..." The belated words of concern made Qin Jiaojiao's years of grievances burst out. She hugged Lu Shiman tightly, and her tears were like beads with broken strings, soaking the clothes on her chest and also soaking her heart.
"I'm sorry, Jiaojiao."
Listening to her suppressed crying, Lu Shiman's eyes also turned red.
"Wow... I told myself, just don't contact each other..." She cried and was almost breathless: "If we don't contact each other, we haven't changed."
"Don't cry, it's my fault. Please don't cry. I'm sorry." Lu Shiman's tears also welled up in her eyes.
She could imagine how lonely Jiaojiao would be living alone in a foreign country.
Qin Jiaojiao didn't say anything, but just sobbed and cried, as if she wanted to pour out all the tears that had accumulated over the years.
Lu Shiman's tears dripped into her hair. She opened her mouth to comfort her, but didn't know where to start. In the end, she just tightened her arms even more tightly, letting the person in her arms cry until her whole body trembled.
The cold wind seeped in through the gaps in the window that was not closed tightly, rolling up the gauze curtains.
The two of them lay quietly on the sofa hugging each other, no one spoke.
After Qin Jiaojiao vented her emotions, she felt much better. She had been holding these words in for a long time.
It would feel pretentious if she said it, and she would feel uncomfortable if she didn't say it. She could only erase the neglect she received in those years by constantly getting along with Lu Shiman.
"Jiaojiao, you look like a sad frog." Lu Shiman stared at her swollen eyes and laughed through his tears.
Qin Jiaojiao sniffed and laughed out loud: "You look like a patient with conjunctivitis."
"You're going back with your eyes swollen like this. Will your Huo Beiyan think I bullied you?"
"Then you go back with red eyes. Will your little lover think that I bullied you?"
Lu Shiman tilted his head: "Is this how bullying is used?"
Qin Jiaojiao sat up and rubbed her eyes: "It's better than being humiliated."
Hearing her say this, Lu Shiman raised his hands above his head, bit his lower lip, and smiled: "If you humiliate me, I will be happy to accept it, my baby~"
Qin Jiaojiao reached out to tickle her: "I want to see how you enjoy it."
"Stop, it's so itchy...haha...it's so itchy." Lu Shiman twisted his body, trying to avoid her attack.
"Isn't it sweet? Why don't you just stop hiding..."
"The candy is gone, the candy won't move anymore, please spare me, I beg for mercy."
The slanting twilight stretched the entangled shadows of the two people on the beige sofa. The pillows that were knocked over in the laughter rolled to the ground, and the unfinished scolding was wrapped in the unstoppable laughter.
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