Wen Ru didn't have much sense of Song Jun's scarcity of friends: pity or surprise, on the one hand, his excessively high starting point was prohibitive, and on the other hand, Kaolin's temperament was also worthy of his reputation, and most of his surroundings were partners or subordinates.

And Wen Ru herself is not a person who is good at making friends, and she can still count them on one hand.

However, being able to be Song Jun's recognized friend, or even the only friend, is undoubtedly a recognition of himself, Wen Ru said that this feeling is not bad.

There is a bus stop on this road, because there are few people and it is about 30 minutes every shift, Song Jun stopped at the platform, Wen Ru guessed that he had something to say to himself, and he planned to talk for a long time.

So when Song Jun asked, "Is Miss Wen tired?", he sat on the bench.

Song Jun's question came immediately.

"Does Miss Wen believe that there is unwarranted concern?"

Song Jun's question made Wen Ru think for a while, and then she shook her head and denied this possibility, "There will always be reasons for you to pay attention, like, dislike, curiosity, and debt...... Because of the generation of a certain emotion, and pay attention to a person or thing. ”

Hearing Wen Ru's answer, Song Jun looked at her in a daze, and then murmured, "Is that really the case?"

"What's the matter, Mr. Song?" Wen Ru asked curiously when she heard his whisper.

"I can't remember that memory. Song Jun looked back at Wen Ru, his eyes sincere and profound, "The amnesia was caused by the car accident, but where did I drive alone during the car accident? Who do I want to meet, what do I want to do?" ”

"Fang Yu is the person who has been with me since I returned to China, not only helping me with my work, but also taking care of my life, he knows almost everything about me, but he doesn't know anything about what happened before the car accident. ”

"It's a secret, and I'm hiding something from him. Song Jun paused, "Now, the secret is hidden even deeper, and even I don't know about it anymore." ”

"I didn't care about it before, but now it's affecting my life. ”

"I wanted to know why I had selective amnesia, whether it was to escape or to protect myself, and what was hidden in the dream, which caused me to resist the opposite sex. And Wen Ru was not included in it, in Wen Ru's quiet gaze, Song Jun added this sentence in his heart.

Song Jun lowered his eyes and met Wen Ru's eyes, "I want to get this memory back." ”

"I need your help, Wenru. ”

This was the first time he had called Wenru's name.

It was also the first time he had said such a long paragraph, perhaps even more than all of the previous combined.

"Of course," Wen Ru curled his lips under his eager gaze, "I will always help you." ”

"I will fully cooperate. Song Jun understood what she didn't mean.

"So happy to work with. Wen Ru stretched out her hand.

Song Jun reached out under her gaze and took the hand that was much smaller than herself.

She was dressed thickly, and she kept it in her pocket, and her hands were warm.

It was unreal, as if, it shouldn't be this temperature, Song Jun was in a trance for another moment.

"What's wrong?" Wen Ru asked him, holding the hand for a long time.

"It's nothing," Song Jun shook his head, withdrew his hand, and subconsciously looked at the watch on his wrist.

Wen Ru followed his gaze, two forty-eight.

Thinking of Song Jun's habit of leaving at three o'clock, Wen Ru glanced at the road when she came, thinking that they hadn't walked too long when they came out, and now they could walk back before three o'clock.

And now there seemed to be no more to talk about, so Wen Ru got up from the bench and asked Song Jun: "It's almost three o'clock, Mr. Song, let's go back?"

"Good. Song Jun nodded, slowly got up and followed behind her.

He was taller than Wen Ru, and his stride was a little bigger, but now he was one step behind Wen Ru, his eyes lingering on his watch, the hour hand was so close to three o'clock that he could almost clearly hear the second hand moving, and the little bit of brown fell just above it.

He suddenly remembered that he hadn't changed his watch for a long time, and that he had been doing the repair of this watch all along, but he had never thought of getting rid of this brown drop.

When did he start wearing this watch? a year or more, and what was the origin of that little bit of brown color?

He lifted his wrist to get a closer look.

"Does Mr. Song care about the three points?" Wen Ru asked casually, with a little curiosity, she guessed if Song Jun had some obsessive-compulsive disorder, or if he had a special preference for the three points?

"I don't know. ”

This answer was unexpected.

Wen Ru looked back at him in surprise, he was looking at his watch with his wrist raised, his eyes focused and puzzled, his eyebrows slightly frowned, as if he was doing a detailed study. Noticing Wen Ru's gaze, he looked over, lowered his wrist, the slight frown between his eyebrows smoothed, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he shook his head, "I don't remember." ”

"So the three points are also related to that blank space?" Wen Ru was a little clear, "This is a clue. ”

Song Jun agreed, his thoughts were still on the watch, and he heard Wen Ru say again, "Mr. Song is very nostalgic. ”

"What?" Song Jun asked.

"It seems that when I first met Mr. Song, Mr. Song was wearing this watch. ”

Wen Ru's voice became empty and distant, and something suddenly flashed in Song Jun's mind: the roar of the impact, the ejection of the air cushion, the slag of glass, a drop of blood......

The drop was brown, and it was bloodstains.

Song Jun stroked his forehead, is this the scene from his car accident?

"Mr. Song?" Wen Ru noticed that he hadn't followed, and when she turned around, she saw him covering his head and frowning.

Hurriedly ran over and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"I'm fine. Song Jun shook his head.

Wen Ru didn't relax, "You're sweating." ”

She didn't take the liberty of reaching out to wipe his forehead, they weren't that close, she was just stating the facts.

A drop of sweat swept across Song Jun's forehead, passed through his eyelashes, and under his blink of an eye, the eyelashes dripped overwhelmed, smashing against the piles of leaves on the ground.

The weather was not hot or even a little cold, but sweat was breaking down his forehead.

"Some clips. Song Jun took the tissue from Wen Ru, "I seem to remember some memories, small fragments," he added, "about my car accident." ”

After that, he returned to the alley in silence all the way, at 2:59.

After Song Jun refused to drink water, Wen Ru sent him out, approaching Song Jun's car, and before he could greet Fang Yu, Wen Ru heard Pian Pian shouting and running.

"Sister Wen Ru! It's a postcard and painting from Ah Xi!" Pian Pian hurriedly ran over with something, Xu was too excited, and her footsteps were unsteady and bumped over, Wen Rukan caught her, and a pile of paper was already scattered all over the ground.

Pian Pian exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly picked it up.

Wen Ru also squatted down to help her pick it up, and after picking it up, she couldn't help but give her a burst, "Why are you so reckless!"

"President?"

Fang Yu's voice made Wen Ru turn around. Just looked into Song Jun's eyes, the color was dark and deep, as if there was some kind of storm brewing in it, but when Wen Ru looked at it again, he was confused and puzzled.

Without waiting for Wen Ru to ask, he saw Song Jun shaking his head at Fang Yu, bending down and getting into the car, Fang Yu closed the door and said goodbye to Wen Ru and Pianpian: "Doctor Wen and Miss Lin goodbye." ”

Wen Ru stared at the figure in the car window with his head bowed and not saying a word.

As the car started, it disappeared in front of the eyes of the two of them.

"What's wrong, Sister Wen Ru?"

Wen Ru shook her head and handed her the postcard in her hand.

Just now, she seemed to see another person in Song Jun's eyes.