Pei Zhiting walked out of Peking University in a daze, sat in the car and lit a cigarette. He lowered his head to look at the little girl's smiling face on the screen of his mobile phone, and his eyes gradually filled with crystal tears.
Jiaojiao.
What should he do with his Jiaojiao?
He hated himself so much, hated himself for not meeting her earlier and protecting her earlier.
When he returned home, Song Xijiao had just gotten off work. Seeing that his eyes were red and there were still traces of tears in the corners of his eyes, she asked anxiously.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"It's nothing. I just came back and saw a kitten that died on the road. I dug a grave for it and buried it."
"I thought something was wrong with you?"
"I had lunch with my mother at noon, and she said you went to see her in the morning."
Pei Zhiting helped her take off the scarf, hung it on the hanger, pulled her to sit on the sofa, and spoke slowly.
"I asked Mom about your memory loss."
Song Xijiao's heart tightened. The words "loss of memory" were like an invisible rope, tightly wrapped around her neck, making it difficult for her to breathe.
"Mom said that you lost your memory because your grandparents passed away and you suffered a severe blow."
"Did Mom say that?"
"Hmm~"
"Then how do I explain those strange images in my head?"
"The doctor said that maybe you've read related novels, movies, or TV series, but it's been so long that you can't remember the specific plot, so some strange images flashed through your mind."
It seems that is indeed the case.
She did read some horror novels and watched some horror movies when she was in junior high school.
The PM2.5 content in the air has been very high recently, the sky is gray, and the whole city is shrouded in smog, making it feel like you can't see your hand in front of you.
Pei Zhiting growled, veins popped out on his forehead, and his eyes were filled with flames of anger, as if they wanted to penetrate the phone and burn the other person to ashes.
"When you gave it to her, did you ever think about the side effects? She might become demented or even lose her life?"
"If she doesn't go crazy, she won't live. If she doesn't risk her life, how can she live again? Only by forgetting the past can she have a new life."
"But if she remembers..."
"She won't remember."
"What did you do to her?"
"I set a restriction on her. Whenever she starts to think about the past, her head will hurt like it's about to explode. When the pain becomes unbearable, she will stop thinking about it. After doing this many times, she will subconsciously stop thinking about the past."
"You're a lunatic."
"I'm crazy. I went crazy as early as when she got into trouble..."
That year, there was a rain in the capital, which lasted for more than half a month.
He was a homeless vagrant who lived under a deserted bridge.
He begs for food from the east and water from the west, barely surviving.
It was in that year that Song Xijiao was tricked and imprisoned by the old pervert.
She would save the nutritious meals distributed by the school for him to eat, sometimes it was a piece of bread, sometimes it was a box of milk, and sometimes it was a chicken leg.
She would save her bus fare, walk home, and give the money to him.
She would pull him aside to tell him funny stories, saying: There was a weird uncle living opposite her house, who would move a stool and sit at the door every evening. She was so scared that she didn't dare to breathe, for fear that the weird uncle would find out that she was at home.
The old pervert had been eyeing her for a long time and was waiting for her in the community.
Pei Zhiting sat on the sofa in the living room all night, smoking one cigarette after another. The originally tidy and clean place became a mess.
It was not until he heard the sound of a door being unlocked outside that he woke up from his dream. He put out his cigarette in the ashtray, stood up and walked towards the door.
As soon as Song Xijiao opened the door, she smelled a pungent smell of smoke and saw a pile of cigarette butts on the sofa.
"I felt bad, I couldn't sleep, so I smoked a few cigarettes."
Song Xijiao looked at the ashtray full of cigarette butts and frowned.
"How many are these?"
She remembered that Pei Zhiting didn't smoke. She had been with him for so long, but she had never seen him smoke.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Jiaojiao, if...if you find out that I lied to you, what will you do?"
"What did you lie to me about?"
"I'm just using an analogy."
"That depends on what it is."
"It's a serious matter."
"I would be very angry, but I think I would be reluctant to divorce you."
Even though they already have a child, she couldn't bear the fact that he was demanding a divorce because of something that was not based on principle.
She had even prepared for the worst.
For example, Pei Zhiting was suffering from a terminal illness and would not live long. He did not want her to be sad, so his temperament changed drastically.
This kind of melodramatic plot doesn't often appear on TV.
She even planned how to take care of him in the future.
“…”
Song Xijiao opened the shoe cabinet door. The shoes she often wore were placed in the shoe cabinet, while the shoes she rarely wore were placed in the window of the cloakroom.
There are four layers in total, the top two layers are for her, and the bottom two layers are for his.
Arrange from left to right, from light to dark.
The largest shoes sold on the market are size 44 and 45. Size 46 is too tight for his feet, and size 47 is a bit too big.
He hired a one-on-one shoemaking master who would come every year to take his measurements and customize leather shoes, casual shoes, and sports shoes for him.
Each pair is handmade, which takes a long time and is very expensive.
Her feet were size 39, which was considered large for a woman, but her slippers looked pitifully small next to his leather shoes.
Fortunately, Pei Zhiting was born in a wealthy family, otherwise, with his size 46.5 feet and 1.9 meters height, who knows what kind of worries he would have?
She took out a pair of trendy warm shoes, then stood on tiptoe to get him a pair of socks in the same color.
Pei Zhiting quickly retracted his foot. As a grown man, he didn't need to be served like this.
"I didn't shrink when you helped me change my shoes! Why should you shrink? Husband and wife should share happiness and hardship. You take care of me and I will take care of you."
One-sided efforts will not last long.
His feet are the feet of Western art. The second toe is longer than the big toe. It is the same foot shape as Mozart's, very beautiful.
Doudou also inherited his beautiful feet and height, and was one meter tall at the age of three.
“…”
"A girl who's 1.8 meters tall is terrifying."
"Now that living standards have improved, many girls have grown to 1.7 meters, 1.75 meters, and 1.8 meters. Although it's rare, it's not uncommon. You don't have to worry too much. At worst, we can find Doudou a son-in-law who is 1.9 meters or 2 meters tall."
"If I give birth to a 2.5-meter-tall grandson, his head will hit the roof when he goes out, and the door frame when he comes in."
A picture emerged in Pei Zhiting's mind. He was holding a little giant, the little giant was holding a Tibetan mastiff, the Tibetan mastiff was holding a Chihuahua, and the Chihuahua was holding a teacup dog. They were strolling on the road in the evening as the sun was setting.
The scene was so beautiful that he dared not look at it.
"Puchi..." Song Xijiao was amused by him.
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