It was already early in the morning when I left the police station, and the streets were quiet. Occasionally, one or two taxis rushing home roared by.
The chill hit her, Wen Wan trembled and touched her arm. She staggered down the street with a drunken feeling, and the dim light dragged her lonely figure.
When Director Yang chased her out, Wen Wan was already far away. He opened his mouth but did not call her. She and Yang Mu had broken up a few years ago, and it was better to do less than to do more.
Wen Wan walked and stopped, but she never noticed that there was a car following her in the distance. It was already dawn when she walked home, and she fell asleep exhausted.
She was woken up by someone at noon. When she got up and opened the door, she saw a group of colleagues from the studio. They had brought her a bunch of fruits, made soup and served her meals.[
A group of people stayed at home and played lively until evening. Wenwan was suddenly afraid of the silent loneliness, so she turned on all the lights and cleaned over and over again until she was exhausted and fell asleep on the floor.
passed.
I don't know how much sleep I had, but Wen Wan woke up shivering from the cold, sneezed a few times, opened the heavy curtains, and the lights were starting to come on outside.
After sleeping for a day and a night, Wen Wan sat on the sofa with a wry smile, and he really left. Even if she died of cold, starvation, or illness, he would never know about her again, and no one would care about her anymore.
In fact, his choice was not wrong, and it was for her own good. Without him, she still had her parents, family and friends.
People, no matter how painful it is, have to force themselves to grow.
Wenwan sold the two houses that he transferred to her own name, one was the duplex house she bought from him before, and the other was the villa where he lives now. The house was filled with so many memories of him that even the air he breathed was still...
It leaves a familiar atmosphere.
Wen Wan left the studio to her colleagues and planned to go back to K City to live for a while, perhaps never coming back again.
After simply packing up her luggage, Wen Wan took the car keys and left. When she walked to the parking lot and was about to open the car door, she felt dizzy and fell down.
It was difficult to open her heavy eyes, and the white ceiling came into view. Wen Wan felt that she was top-heavy and even breathing was difficult.
The pungent formalin filled her nose, and her mind went blank. Wen Wan stared at the ceiling blankly, until the beeping sound of instruments sounded in her ears. Doctors and nurses gathered around her, listening to her with probes.
With her heart beating, she opened her eyelids with her fingertips and looked into her eyes.
"Can you hear me?" The doctor wearing a mask kept asking her, "Can you hear me?"
"Wan..." A familiar yet unfamiliar voice beside him said anxiously: "Wan, talk."
The pain in her body was like pins and needles, and a distant voice seemed to come from the sky. Wen Wan slowly closed her eyes and lost consciousness again.
It was the first time she experienced the taste of Daoshan oil pan. Her body seemed to be cut off piece by piece and fried in the pan. The pain of the two worlds of ice and fire was so painful that it made her suffocate. In the darkness, someone kept talking to her.
Give her water and wipe her sweat.
She had no memory of who it was, but her heart ached terribly, and warm liquid slipped out of her eyes.
I don't know how much sleep I had, with a stone pressing on my chest. Wen Wan opened her eyes and raised her head with difficulty, only to see a figure lying on her body.
With an IV drip on the back of her hand, Wen Wan stretched out her other hand and pushed it gently.
The person lying on her body lifted up and was surprised when she saw Wen Wan waking up: "Wan, are you awake?"
Wen Wan looked blankly at the haggard man with stubble, and then said after a long while: "Who are you?" [
Mo Fanrui was startled, "Don't you remember me?"
He shook his head gently, closed his eyes tiredly and said nothing.
Mo Fanrui called the doctor, examined Wen Wan, and then stretched out a finger, "What is this?"
He shook his head gently.
The doctor stretched out his second finger, "Where's this?"
He shook his head gently.
The doctor stretched out the third one.
Wen Wan became a little impatient, "What did you say?"
"Three." the doctor answered.
"Crazy." Wen Wan snorted coldly, "It's obviously just a finger."
"..." The doctor's face was filled with black lines.
Being tricked by the patient, the doctor asked patiently: "Do you know what your name is?"
"Gentle."
"age?"
"Twenty-seven."
"There should be no problem with her memory." The doctor said to Mo Fanrui: "Stay in the hospital for a few more days for observation. If there is no serious problem, she can be discharged."
Wen Wan sat up and looked around blankly, "Why am I in the hospital?"
"You fainted and were taken to the hospital." Mo Fanrui sat down next to her and looked at her guiltily, "You have been in coma for half a month and have a high fever."
Wen Wan looked at him in astonishment, not used to his approach, so she raised her head and asked the doctor, "Who is he?"
The doctor asked in surprise: "You don't know your husband?"
"I'm not married yet." Wen Wan pushed Mo Fanrui and said defensively: "Where did you get your husband?"
Mo Fanrui was fooled and asked anxiously: "Doctor, why doesn't she remember me?" [
The doctor asked about Wen Wan's date of birth, school experience and work, etc. Wen Wan all answered fluently, but the memory related to Mo Fanrui was completely forgotten.
Regarding Wen Wan's symptoms, the doctor explained: "The patient has had a high fever for half a month. Her memory may have been somewhat damaged, or she may have been stimulated by certain things that she doesn't want to remember. She may choose sexual amnesia. She can wait until she is better."
Check. Try to keep her in a happy mood and not be stimulated anymore."
Mo Fanrui felt very guilty about Wen Wan's amnesia and had been taking care of her. However, Wen Wan was very repulsive to strangers and slept sideways on the bed.
After sleeping enough, Wenwan went outside to get some fresh air, squatting on the grass and playing with the children in the hospital.
Mo Fanrui stood not far away, staring at her figure and unwilling to look away for a moment.
"Isn't this what you want?" Tu appeared beside me at some point, looking at Wen Wan coldly, "She has lost her memory now. If she forgets who you are, she won't be in pain."
"Maybe." Mo Fanrui turned to face Tu, "When will the doctor I asked you to invite arrive?"
"Are you making such a fuss?" Tu Tu said displeasedly: "She was just in a coma for half a month. The doctors here have checked everything and there is nothing wrong with her body."
"Wan's health has always been very good. He rarely gets a cold or a cold. He won't get sick for no reason."
"She has lost love, so why is it strange that she is looking for life and death? Don't forget, even the doctor said that her will to live is very low."
"We'll wait until the test results come out." Mo Fanrui said uneasily: "If Liu Yufei leaks Wen Wan's story before she dies, she will most likely be targeted by the mysterious organization."
"The doctor will arrive tomorrow and will examine her carefully." Tu Tu said unhappily: "Since you care about her so much, why bother to separate from her? Her life is precious, isn't your life also life?"
Mo Fanrui was silent and turned to look at the grassland, but unexpectedly, Wen Wan was gone...