"A Jian, A Jian?"

Zhang Mingmei couldn't call her back.

"But where is he?"

She trembled, unable to ask these words, and after hanging up, she buried her phone deeply in her arms.

My heart hurts like a tear.

It seems like someone is going to be taken out of it.

In the bloody skin, the skin was blooming and fleshy, one hand held the hot heart firmly and accurately and took it out.

After that, her heart could no longer return to her original position.

If that night, she finished watching the crash news...

She was dizzy and stood by the window with a little exhausted energy, pressing against the glass curtain.

No matter how beautiful the night view outside is, it is no longer visible.

In the quiet space, she was swallowed by the night alone.

The door suddenly made some noise.

Is it an illusion?

Her forehead lowered the glass curtain, and she became a little more awake.

Not long after, there was a jingle.

It must be an illusion.

She pressed against the glass curtain for a blink of an eye.

Fireworks suddenly bloomed in the night sky outside, and a familiar figure appeared in her sight.

It's a dream.

How is that possible?

She felt her heart being blown by the cold wind, and she fanned her towards him.

He stopped moving.

He closed the door gently and stood at the door and looked at her?

Zhuo Jian couldn't see clearly, it was too far.

"Zhuo Jian?"

Suddenly, in the quiet space, a sound broke.

He walked towards her, Zhuo Jian slowly raised his head and looked at the person getting closer and closer in disbelief.

She has myopia, she has astigmatism, not blindness.

She watched him approach him as he had been before.

He walked to the sofa with his long legs, stopped, and sat on the sofa tiredly.

His slender and skinny fingers unbuttoned the two buttons above his shirt, then put his hands on the armrest of the sofa, and looked at her with dark eyes.

Zhuo Jian felt something beating again when his heart started to beating again.

Her heart, is it back?

She didn't know that she was just looking at him dullly. At this moment, she couldn't tell whether it was a reality or a dream.

However, it doesn't matter anymore.

It's him.

It must be him.

"You... sit down and talk about it."

He looked at her, not too happy.

Zhuo Jian didn't know how she walked over, but she quickly walked to him.

She looked down at the person in front of her, slowly lifted her hands and held up his cheek.

"Fu Yanye, is it really you?"

She murmured, tears flowing into a river that could not be controlled.

Fu Yanye's phoenix eyes were half-closed and looked at her, holding her hand: "What are you doing?"

"I knew you wouldn't die, I knew you wouldn't die."

She sat on his lap, took off his hand, hugging him tightly and couldn't help crying.

"Zhuo Jian, calm down."

Fu Yanye grabbed her hand and refused to let her hug her. His black eyes looked at her in confusion and coldness to remind her.

Zhuo Jian trembled, and it took him a long time to feel his strangeness.

He never hated her closeness.

But now, he looked at her like a stranger.

"You sit there first. I know you are not feeling well now, but you have to calm down first so that I can talk to you about what’s next."

"Talk about what's next?"

Zhuo Jian was puzzled and pulled up by him with his wrist.

"You sit there."

Fu Yanye asked her to sit on the big sofa diagonally opposite him.

Zhuo Jian looked at him, and she suddenly was not sure whether the next thing he was talking about was the same as what she thought.

Did he say that he would talk about after coming back after coming back on a business trip?

But, it seems something is wrong?

She stopped crying, but just kept a distance from him as he told him, and then looked at him questioningly.

Fu Yanye also looked at her. After a long time, he touched his slightly dry lips and looked at the ring on her hand.

Why do you seem to be a pair with him?

Or is it a coincidence?

He felt that must be the case, and then frowned and asked her, "When did you come back?"

When did you come back?

Zhuo Jian doesn't understand even more, she has been there all the time.

"When did you...cut your hair short?"

Fu Yanye looked at her, his brows getting tighter and tighter.

Zhuo Jian's heart was beating like thunder and suddenly bounced off the sofa, "Where did you come back?"

"A small accident happened. From the hospital, did you know about your mother-in-law?"

“…”

mother in law?

Zhuo Jian was a little dizzy.

"Now that medicine is well developed, I will ask the best doctor for her, don't worry."

Seeing that she seemed very haggard, Fu Yanye said again.

Zhuo Jian couldn't stand it after hearing this. She looked at her side and finally found her phone. She picked it up and opened it, looking for the number.

Fu Yanye looked at her like that and continued, "I originally wanted to call you in the next few days. You should remember that we have said before, if I don't call you, you will never come back?"

"But my mom has left."

“…”

"long time."

Zhuo Jian went to broadcast the number, put his phone in his ear, and looked at his disbelief.

"Fu Yanye is back. You should notify the elders of the old house and prepare the car immediately. We have to go to the hospital."

Zhuo Jian looked at him, she was very sure that he had lost some of his memory.

how so?

He still remembers her.

But what he remembered was her?

Something happened to my mother-in-law?
To be continued...