One day, when a guest came to Qin's house, Jin was not in the building. She broke the bowl and hid a piece of debris secretly. When Ms. Jiang went to pour water for her, she cut her hand.

But she didn't eat for a long time, she didn't have the strength, she didn't cut deep enough.

When Jin almost lost her mind, she moved all the things in the small building, except for a bed whose edges and corners had been ground smooth. Later, she never got off the bed again, lying down all the time, her spirit was getting worse day by day.

She lay there, motionless, in a small huddle.

"Shijin."

"Well."

She was in a trance, but her eyes were wide open, her voice was light, like a Dreamer: "I want to go home."

"Shijin, take me home."

"I miss my mother."

Shijin holds her hand, kneels on her lips and kisses her. She asks in a low voice, "Sheng Sheng, don't go anywhere. Would you like to accompany me here?"

"Oh, I remember," she awoke, her pupils dilated Looking at the roof, she said to herself, "my mother is gone, I can't go home."

"Sheng Sheng, don't you want me?" His voice, micro tremor.

She turned to look at him. Her eyes were empty. Her pupils were like glass covered with thick dust. There was no light. She looked at him for a long time and then opened her mouth.

"Shijin."

His voice is hoarse and weak.

"Don't use violence in the future," she said? I'm afraid that someone will seek revenge from you. "

Without waiting for him to answer, she said to herself, one by one, slowly, in a voice as thin as a gnat.

"Don't be angry all the time. You look better with a smile."

"Don't smoke or get sick."

"You're so smart that you can be a doctor when you grow up. I like doctors in white coats. If you become a doctor, I'm not afraid you're always hurt."

She seemed tired, but her breath was shallow. After a long pause, she gently brushed his face with her finger belly: "I hope you live like an ordinary person, and don't need to put a gun under the pillow."

She is telling her story.

When Jin hold her hard, wish to rub into the bone.

He fell on her shoulder, and hot tears from the corners of her eyes fell on her neck: "please," he choked, "don't leave me behind."

He cried again.

Shijin once told her that after her mother died, she never shed a drop of tears again. Eight years later, she flowed blood, but there were no tears.

She's met twice, because of her.

After that time, he never left.

She didn't commit suicide any more, because she didn't need it anymore. She couldn't eat any more. She would vomit even if she drank water. She knew that many medical staff had come, but she couldn't see it clearly, nor could she hear it clearly. She didn't know what they said to Shijin. Then he seemed very angry and drove them away.

In a trance, she seemed to hear Jin shouting at her, hysterical.

"Yuan Jiusheng!"

He held her tightly by the waist, and his voice rang in her ear, almost shouting: "listen to me." after hissing, he suddenly lost his strength. "If you die, if you die,"

his voice was heavy, and the more he got to the back, the more silent it was, like he was choked by his throat, and he gasped heavily.

It took a long time for her to hear Shijin's voice: "if you die, I will live another day, take care of your affairs, and I will be buried with you."

At that time, when Jin was only 18 years old, the best time.

Jiang Jiusheng bowed his head and rubbed his tears on Shi Jin's clothes. His hoarse voice of tobacco and wine had a strong nasal sound.

"What happened later?" she asked in a muffled voice

Recollection here, when Jin finished, but for a long time can not return to God, he slightly forced, hold her tight some, is still in a difficult mood, after eight years, still have lingering fear.

Because almost lost, think of it, the heart will hurt, will be afraid.

He was silent for a moment, and there was still a bleakness in his pupils: "after you turn around, I will start to prepare to send you abroad, far away from the Qin family." He looked down and kissed her red eyes. "On the way to the airport, there was a car accident."

She looked up. "Is it an accident?"

"No." When Jin dundun, said, "is Qin line."

Because the successor of the Qin family can't have weakness, Qin Xing can't tolerate her all the time.

"However, knowing his plan in advance, I decided to take this opportunity to let you get away from the car accident. I just didn't expect that Qin Xing would do that. He made a series of car accidents. Many people were injured in that accident, including a mother and daughter died on the spot."

Jiang Jiusheng soon thought, "the dead girl changed her identity with me?"

That's smart.

When Jin nodded: "if you are still alive, the Qin family will not give up."

He faked the body and let her go. Then, she was raised in Ms. Jiang's house.

He broke Qin Mingli's tail finger, left the Qin family, went to Yale to study medicine, raised a Pomeranian dog, and became a kind-hearted gentleman.It took him eight years to stand in front of her again, as she liked.

He said many things. She digested them for a long time, but her brow was more and more wrinkled. It seemed that there was something in her brain, like a storm that came back from the earth. There was no end to the collision and overturning, but there was no thought and rule, and nothing could be straightened out. It was twisted into a mess.

For a long time, she asked Shijin, "how did this scar come to me? I asked the doctor it wasn't an accident. "

"It's a benign tumor. I opened a knife before I went to Qin's house. Because of the scar, you say it's not good-looking. I have to take you to get a tattoo." As like as two peas, she took her hand and put it on her right abdomen. "I was the same tattoo at that time, just like yours."

"Shijin."

"Well."

She hesitated for a long time, looking up at her eyes: "I lost my memory because of the accident, right?"

Last time Chang Ming hypnotized her, she said that in her mind, there were hypnotic hints.

Maybe it's related to her illness.

Shi Jin said, "it's hypnosis." He leaned over her shoulder, his hoarse voice gently wrapped around her ears, with his slight breathing sound, "I'm afraid you'll commit suicide. If you do it again, I might be crazy."

Sure enough.

Like her conjecture, the cure probability of severe depression is very small, unless we break through the boat, although memory hypnosis is risky, it is the most effective method in a short time. At that time, she has a suicidal tendency, and she can't afford to wait at all, so she can only walk on the wrong side.

No wonder I forgot all about it.

Jiang Jiusheng gets up, faces the small building in front of him, stares at it for a long time, and starts to walk.

Shijin did not hesitate to hold her.

"Sheng Sheng," he shook his head, pleading in his eyes, "don't go in."

She didn't take back her feet, thinking.

He held her by the wrist. It was cold in the winter night, but there was a thin sweat in his palm. His voice seemed to be suppressed, as low as a whisper: "I'm afraid you'll remember."

Afraid of her illness, afraid of her as eight years ago.

Jiang Jiusheng looks up. His pupils are dark and bright, like the light of clouds after the rain.

"Shi Jin," the voice suddenly stopped, and Jiang Jiusheng's eyes inadvertently just crossed the door, and then stopped, "did you put a basket chair here?"

When Jin smell speech, look immediately nervous: "Sheng Sheng, what do you remember?"

She kept her eyes fixed on the door, trying to think deeply, but her brain seemed to have a myriad of threads pulling her nerves, which would be tightened with a little force, causing her to have a splitting headache, almost standing unsteadily and shaking twice.

When Jin holds her, the hand on her waist unconsciously tightens, "Sheng Sheng, don't think about anything." He clung to her wrist, almost out of control. "Let's get out, let's go now."

She stayed where she was and did not take back her feet that had already stepped into the threshold: "Shi Jin,"

Shi Jin interrupted her: "I beg you, Sheng Sheng."

She was tongue tied and speechless, because she had never seen Shijin look like her last desperate desperate.

"Sheng Sheng,"

he held her hand tightly all the time, almost breaking it with force: "do you remember what I told you at selton

She remembers.

He once said, "there are two people in the world that I will never be able to cure, no matter how good their medical skills are, one is myself, the other is you."

"So, you need to be healthy and safe. Don't get sick or hurt."

He was afraid. His eyes were full of fear of the unknown and fear of recovery. People know one thing, not others. They are like walking on thin ice.

Such beautiful eyes are like meteors falling down.

Jiang Jiusheng's heart image was hit hard by something, and her heart ached badly. She nodded, "OK, let's leave."

Qinzhai hall.

The third lady of the Qin family is back.

"Madame." The servant came forward and took her coat.

In principle, there are only two wives in the Qin family. Because they are all on the Qin family tree, they are all the main houses in this house. The first lady Zhang and the second wife Yun are the three wives. Originally, they were just women outside the qin line, named Su Fu. This year, they are only thirty years old, very young, and have been with qin line for nearly ten years. They are the only one in the Qin family who holds the equity of Qin family except for Qin Xiaoyi, Miss seven She is a anchorman of CCTV news.

Su Fu walked into the room and asked, "I see the light of the small building is on. Who is it?"

In the Qin family, just say the small building, and you will know where it is.

The servant replied respectfully, "it's Liu Shao."

Su Fu stopped and looked back: "alone?"

Su Fu is about thirty years old. He looks very young. He looks very three-dimensional. His eyes are deep. He looks like a mixed race, beautiful but not flashy. His pupils are light brown. His eyes are elongated and wild.

The servant was very respectful and did not dare to look up. He bowed his head and replied, "and brought a young lady back."Su Fu twisted his eyebrows and thought for a moment: "you go out first."

"Yes."

She got up and opened the window. It was just in the direction of the small building. She looked at it with her eyes fixed. She murmured with a smile: "eight years, finally back."

The night was dark, and the moon covered the clouds.

Leaving the small building, Jin takes Jiang Jiusheng back to the west house, the room closest to the second floor. Black and gray decoration, very simple.

Jiang Jiusheng looked around: "this is your previous room?"

"Well." Shijin closes the door and leads her in.

The room is very large, but the furnishings are very few. There are two cabinets, a shelf with various gun models, and a desk, without any extra objects.

Jiang Jiusheng stood at the desk, picked up the only picture frame on the desk, and asked Shi Jin, "how old are you?"

Obviously, he doesn't like taking photos. There is only one photo in the whole room, with a white frame and a slightly old photo. The young man in the photo is expressionless, with one pair of pupils, like the light reflected by the glass beads in the sun.

Red lips and white teeth, elegant youth.

Shi Jin said, "fourteen years old."

At the age of 14, Jin had grown into a little beauty.

Jiang Jiusheng held the picture frame in his hand: "may I take this picture home?"

When Jin nodded, the frown that frowned all night finally loosened: "of course, you have the right to deal with my things."

She smiled and showed him the picture: "Why are you wearing a bachelor's cap?"

When Jin took her hand and sat beside the bed: "it was taken when she graduated from university."

Jiang Jiusheng: "..."

She graduated from University at the age of 14. She was a doctor!

When Jin looked at her startled expression, the corners of her mouth raised, and slowly told her: "I finished my MBA at the age of 18, and then transferred to medicine. After three years of study, I began to master the sword."

The average person, from study to master, is estimated to be more than ten years.

The doctor was supposed to be a genius in her family.

She looked at him with a look on her face, which meant a bit of joking: "why do you go to my home to tutor when you are so smart?"

Shijin asked, "what do you say?"

Jiang Jiusheng laughs but doesn't speak.

She guessed that Shijin must have met her before she went to her house.

He took her into his arms and whispered, "Sheng Sheng, I love you at first sight." Then, slowly, deliberately.

She turned around and hugged Shijin's neck. She rubbed against him in his arms. Her heart swelled with bitterness. Some of her heart ached him. He must have suffered from her sufferings and ups and downs.

Hold for a while, when Jin just go to give her water to bathe, early passed 10 o'clock, she does not make sleepiness at all, the head is faint ache, the thought is a bit disordered, but the wisp is not clear.

He took her to the bathroom.

"Shijin."

"Well?"

"I have no clothes," she said

Shijin smiled shallowly: "I've already sent people to prepare, not so fast, first wear mine, eh?"

She nodded and said yes.

In the deep night, the house is deep and quiet. It's already in the severe winter season. At midnight, it's most cold and overcast.

Jiang Jiusheng tossed and turned for a long time. He fell asleep and had a dream. In my dream, there are girls in school uniforms and beautiful teenagers.

It rained heavily. Outside the iron fence of the campus, there was a huge tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, which covered a large area of shade. Under the tree, there were many students who were sheltering from the rain. Men and women were wearing school uniforms. 16-7-year-old teenagers talked and laughed. The rain drops occasionally wet their eyes. The water vapor was hazy.

Only the girl dropped the sheet, lowered her head, and looked at the canvas shoes she had stepped on.

In the distance, a group of students came to the door to hide from the rain. Pushing and shoving, she pushed the girl out of the tree. She was just about to take off her schoolbag to block the rain. She saw a black umbrella nearby. The umbrella was very big. The owner of the umbrella tilted slightly, covering his face. He was tall in white clothes and black pants. The hand holding the umbrella was very good-looking, with long bones and white jade.

Such a beautiful hand is hard to find in the world.

The girl smiled and shouted, "Shi Jin."

The black umbrella was raised, the young man's eyes were focused, and the pupil was pure black with ink splashing. He raised the umbrella high, inclined to her, and asked her, "is it cold?"

She nodded.

He handed the umbrella to her, and she took it. He took off his coat, put it on her, and then took it back. As if he wanted to pull her, but he was afraid of anything, he pulled her short sleeve and pulled her into the middle of the umbrella.

The girl left with the boy. The black umbrella was inclined to the girl. The boy's shoulder was wet by the rain.

Holding her bag, she looked up and asked him, "Why are you here?"

"Come and pick you up." He took her bag and held it in his hand.

Go to the intersection of traffic lights, turn the direction, both ends of the sidewalk, accumulated water, the girl didn't think much, put on white canvas shoes directly.

The boy held her. "I carry you."

She hesitated."My shoes are dirty," he explained

She said yes.

He smiled, handed her the umbrella and crouched in front of her.

The girl then holds the umbrella and lies on the young man's back. He carries her on his back and steps on the muddy water. The white sneakers are dirty. He just frowns. It seems that he doesn't feel well, but his lips are smiling. It seems that he has no radian.

"Shijin, am I heavy?" Asked the man on his back.

The boy shook his head: "not heavy, very light."

She sighed as if, "my father carried me like this when he was a child." However, I seldom see him after he remarried, and I am not as close as I was when I was a child

He was silent for a while.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Well?"

The boy's pace suddenly slowed down a little. His tone was normal: "let's go to the cinema tomorrow evening." Look closely, his brow is light and frown, there are restless and uncertain floating shadows in his eyes, disorderly.

"Why do you want to see a movie all of a sudden?" she asked

He said, "I have something to tell you." Tell me.

She nodded, "OK."

"After dusk, I'll wait for you under the camphor tree downstairs."

"Good."

The boy smiled, and the girl on her back was holding a big black umbrella, laughing too.

The picture frames, suddenly turned to a green lawn, not far away, there is a glass flower house, is crawling with green, surrounded by flower racks, colorful flowers blooming.

The girl and the woman were standing on the lawn.

"Mom, why did you come to dad all of a sudden?"

The woman's life is gentle, and her voice is soft. She is like a gentle little town girl in the south of the Yangtze River: "mom has something to tell your dad."

The girl hesitated for a moment: "is it related to me?" Without answering, she said nervously, "since you came back from the hospital, you have met a lot of people you didn't contact before. Am I --"

the woman interrupted: "don't think about it, it's OK." Instead of going on with the subject, she whispered to the girl, "you wait here for your mother. I'll come to you when I've finished talking with your father."

The girl nodded and asked, "can we go home before dusk?"

When Jin is still waiting for her.

They have an appointment to go to the cinema.

The woman nodded and said she would be back soon. Then she went to the flower house.

The girl was so bored that she kicked the leaves floating in the distance on the lawn.

"Jiang Jiusheng."

She looked back and saw the people walking towards her, as tall as she was, wearing a very beautiful skirt, curling up her hair, wearing a purple crystal crown, holding a camera in her hand, as if shooting something.

"Today is my birthday. Do you want to play?"

The girl shook her head. "No." "Thank you," he said politely

The other side didn't say anything, took the camera to walk away, behind, the girl said again: "good poem, happy birthday."

The girl in front looked back. The purple crystal on the crown reflected the dazzling light. She held the skirt and nodded, "thank you."

Today's 17th birthday, the little princess of Wen's family entertained many guests in the villa.

The girl continues to wait for her mother on the lawn when she is away from others. There is a slow music in the distance, playing a happy birthday song.

After a while, the little boy came running from behind, shouting "elder sister" as he ran. The seven or eight year old boy was dressed in a beautiful suit with a black tie at the collar, like a little English gentleman.

The girl smiled: "little goldfish."

"You haven't come to see me for a long time." The little boy seemed to be very close to her, pulling her sleeve and playing coquettish, "would you like to play with me?"

The girl squatted down and was very patient: "someone is waiting for her sister, she can only play with you for a while."

"Good."

They pulled a Green Butterfly Kite, and it didn't fly up several times, but it was hung on a two person high tree. The little boy climbed up the tree to pick up the kite, but fell down with the kite.

The little boy trembled and said there was blood in the flower house.

The girl looks back and sees the flower house not far away. There is blood oozing out. The red mirage in her pupil is growing. It's all shocking red. She wants to run and cry, but she can't move or make a sound.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

Someone is shouting in the ear, one voice at a time, fast but gentle.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

Jiang Jiusheng opened his eyes, the soft light suddenly hit his eyes, and there was Shi Jin's face, frowning anxiously.

He reached out and brushed her face. "Why are you crying?"

Jiang Jiusheng touched his face with tears. If she was shocked, she did not slow down.

When Jin took her hand and kissed the tears on her face: "what did you dream of?"

She shook her head, her eyes were empty: "I can't remember when I opened my eyes," she looked up at him, her eyes were red, not like the usual easy and easy look, her eyes were a little blue, "just remember you, and my mother."

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