MTL - You Have Guts!-Chapter 22 Start reading

Ziyi found that his fate seemed to be unsatisfactory with himself. You said how big China is, in a small way, how big is T city, how many people are there, how can you go around and meet people who came back six years ago, In this situation, the son was sold to him in disguise first, and then he had to be ill in his family.

Ziyi felt that her bones lying on the bed were almost rusted. She was afraid that she would be alone with Chu Yanshen. In case he thought of himself, he would be completely done. According to Shanshan's words, he must, sure, not Forgive yourself. Fortunately, he is the big boss of the Chu family. He is not so busy. After talking to himself in the morning, he went to work.

Ziyu touched his forehead, and it was still a little hot. He hadn't been sick for a long time. I forgot when he was sick last time. Perhaps there was too much virus accumulation. All of a sudden, he got sick and got a little rain.

The crippled off the ground, and the floor was covered with a thick white carpet. Although the legs were a little soft, they were very comfortable to step on, and the soft touch from the soles of the feet to the heart was very warm.

The man obviously likes the light-colored system. Suddenly remembering that Shanshan said that her boss has serious cleanliness, it seems to be true. Ziyi walked over, pulled up the white screen, pushed the sliding door and went out. Stuck.

When I lived here the day before yesterday, I was so sleepy that I didn't even think about the layout of the house and the scenery outside. It turned out to be so beautiful. It is a tyrant and a capitalist. You can see the lake when you open the door. It's rare in the suburbs. This is a real mansion.

And the sun is really comfortable and the weather is good. The sky after the rain is blue like the sea, and the air seems to be filled with a faint floral fragrance. Zi Zi takes a deep breath and sits down on the white rattan chair on the terrace and closes it. My eyes felt the taste of this bourgeoisie.

Suddenly the voice of the housekeeper's aunt sounded: "It's cool outside, Miss Feng's illness is not good yet, let's go in."

Zi opened his eyes fiercely, and saw the professional face of the steward's aunt. She took a blanket in her hand and put it on her to help her enter the room. When she reached the room, she said, "Sir, if Miss Feng I ’m better, I can walk around, the audio-visual room and the piano room are on the third floor. "

"Qin room? Can Chu Yanshen play the piano?"

The housekeeper aunt laughed: "Mr. Yes, but Mrs. Qin is a wife. After the death of the old lady, Mr. Ms. moved his wife's piano from the old house to this place. Think about it."

Only then did Zi understand that the wife in the housekeeper's mouth was Chu Yanshen's mother, but the man really looked a little like himself. After the housekeeper's aunt went out, Feng Zihuan went up to the third floor.

The housekeeper said that the innermost room on the third floor was the piano room. Feng Ziyi pushed open the door and walked in. The piano room was elegantly furnished, with some retro style, and it matched the old-looking piano by the window.

Feng Zixu walked over and lifted his finger. He pressed his fingers on the black and white keys a few times, and the monotonous notes were picked out. It sounded a bit abrupt. Feng Zixu had to admit that he had no music cells, but he could also issue a series of Qingyue pianos by quickly moving his fingers across the keys sound.

Feng Zizheng played for a while, when she looked up and found a photo frame placed on it, she couldn't help but take a look at it. She couldn't help but startled and put the photo frame back, but looked away unwillingly.

The picture frame contains mother and son. The photo has been taken for some years. The mother is elegant and beautiful. The son sits in the mother's arms and looks like two or three years old.

The reason why Feng Zi was so startled was that Meng Yi looked almost the same as the picture of her son when he was two or three years old. Feng Zizhen now really believed that Chu Yanshen was a man six years ago, and everything else can lie to others. Who deceived him, the gene is really amazing. It is obviously her son who gave birth in October with hard labor.

Feng Zixu was no longer in the mood to stay, and quickly walked out of the piano room. As soon as he went out, he saw Chu Yanshen standing on the third floor stairs and watching her.

Feng Zihuan felt a little guilty at once: "So, that, I feel much better. The steward said that I could come out and walk, and I came up."

Chu Yanshen looked at her for a while, came over, and stretched out her hand. Feng Zixi subconsciously avoided, but Chu Yanshen grabbed his arm and dragged it. She put her hand on her forehead and tried it. The tentacles were slightly moist and sweaty. The heat went backwards: "Come down to eat." His Majesty said, turning and going downstairs.

Feng Ziyi looked back at the door of the piano room, patted his chest, and secretly said that this is really not a place to stay for a long time, and that Feng Yi would try to avoid the man as much as possible, too, too dangerous.

Chu Yanshen gave her a bowl of chicken soup and pushed it over, but she didn't speak. Feng Ziyi also had a boring meal and had a boring lunch.

Chu Yanshen was even more depressed, but he pushed out a crucial entertainment to come back for dinner. Although he knew he didn't have to run back at noon, he just came back, and he was a little absent in the morning, always thinking What is she doing? Is she better? Just come back and take a look, and eat lunch by the way.

He felt that his attitude had changed a lot. Although he didn't say that she had a gonorrhoea yesterday, he seemed quite guilty and trying to remedy it, but the woman seemed to be unkind.

Thinking of this, Chu Yanshen's face was a little heavy, but Ziyi didn't look at him at all, so he didn't know how his face looked. It wasn't until Chu Yanshen stood up and walked away that Ziyi got awake, looked at the steward, but the steward still had that expression However, Chu Yanshen returned to dinner on time in the evening, and the dinner was equally boring. After dinner, Feng Ziyi wanted to return to the guest room, but was stopped by Chu Yanshen: "Feng Ziyi, let's talk."

Ziyu's body was stiff, and he was really afraid of what came. He said so plainly. It seemed that she could not find a reason to refuse, and could only brace her head and turned back: "Talk, what?"

Chu Yanshen's study is on the second floor, just opposite her room. The decoration style is not very good with the whole villa. It is completely Chinese, with rhino horn lamps, Luohan couches, and even the flower pillows on the couches. They are all traditional tangled patterns. Chu Yan, who had put on Chinese-style home clothes, leaned in and sat on it. For a moment, Zi Xie thought she had crossed, either in the Republic of China or in the late Qing Dynasty.

"Sit." Chu Yanshen pointed at the tuanhua padded cushion opposite him, Zi Zi hesitated for a moment, and Chu Yanshen said, "I have been repeating the same dream for the past six years, and the content of the dreams are almost the same. "I took a deep look at Zi Zhe.

Suddenly he felt that his scalp was exploding. This opening remark may be inexplicable to others, but it was too clear to hear in her ear.

That night six years ago, she did n’t remember the man ’s face, but she clearly remembered that she had prescribed medicine with a man. The medicine was just developed by her and her mentor. It was originally used to treat mental illness. For normal people, It will slightly damage the memory, forgetting what happened in the last twelve hours, and she and the man happened to be within this time period.

She saved her time and went down to the mineral water at the bedside, and watched him drink and fall asleep before leaving. However, it is impossible to achieve 100% of any medicine for memory, and human memory Like extremely complicated computer coding, even if it is broken, it may repair itself. This repair ability is human instinct, and dream is the closest thing to memory. It often reflects what people want to remember subconsciously. You say Can't you be afraid.

Chu Yan looked at her deeply: "In the dream, I went to bed with a woman and we were very happy, and I have not seen the woman's face for the past six years. Not long ago, I finally saw ..."

Feng Zixu's sweat had come down, and she did not dare to look at the opposite man. Chu Yanshen paused and said slowly, "Feng Zixu, that woman is exactly like you, even ..." His eyes were smooth over her face, and fell on On the cinnabar mole in her neck fossa, the halo of the rhino horn lamp hit her, casting a faint glow on her delicate skin, and the glow was dazzling. The cinnabar mole became more vivid and dripping like a drip on the neck fossa. Drop of blood.

"I know it's ridiculous, but it's a fact. That's why I treat you so. There's another reason why I tell you this. From the beginning of this dream, I lost some ability. Can you know what I mean? "

Feng Zizhen couldn't help but blush, but he didn't expect that what happened six years ago would have such a big impact on him. In some ways? What he meant was that after having a dream of his own, he had become incompetent in some way. He told him this outright. What is the purpose, even if he is the originator, he is not a doctor. Tell me what the medical field is for. Isn't he counting on him to help him not cure it? Instead of wasting time on himself, it would be better to have a systemic examination as soon as possible to see where the problem is, and it is better to treat it symptomatically.

As soon as Zi Zi thought of it, he heard the man on the opposite side say, "I did a very precise and systematic inspection. All the data are in the normal range, but it just doesn't work. After I met you, this situation changed."

Feng Zizhen opened his mouth and looked at him. He wanted to say that it would not work with other women. It would be OK when he met himself. Isn't that ridiculous, Zi Yan swallowed hard: "That, you, how do you know ? "

Chu Yanshen looked at her and smiled: "I can still feel this kind of thing, Feng Zihuan, if you change to me, what would you do in this situation?"

How to do it, where do I know, I ’m not at all okay with you, Zi Zi is naturally not so good in his presence, his eyes flickered, and he tried to say, "Well, you or other people Try again. Maybe it ’s your psychological role that caused some problems. Now that it's normal, maybe it's OK with other people ... "