followed Zhu Sanxun for a short day, and when he returned home, Li Xian was already exhausted.

As the saying goes, there is no voice without time.

In the past, Li Xian's understanding of beggars was mostly the kind of people who walked in front of you on the subway regardless of 3721, took out the QR code and slammed it in front of him, or blocked the door of the company or shopping mall, and suddenly jumped out and grabbed the corner of your clothes, and you couldn't get out without money.

At that time, Li Xian still felt that begging was a job, as long as he was shameless, it was still easy to make money.

After all, as long as there is a piece of eight cents in his pocket, he will not hesitate to get rid of the entanglement.

But after a small day, Li Xian knew that this was really not a light job.

Perhaps the era is far from the point where change can be given at will. In the current era of two cents for a bus or tram, it is not easy for Zhu Sansheng to scrape together two yuan for a small hotel bed.

After an afternoon, Li Xian followed Zhu Sanxi's buttocks and walked around Min for a distance of more than ten kilometers. But at the end of the day, Zhu Sanxun only begged for more than one dollar.

For a person who has no fixed residence, this extra amount of money can only ensure that he can have a hot meal at night.

Knowing that Zhu Sansheng planned to take advantage of the fact that it was not dark to check things such as papershells and newspapers, and go to the park to stay overnight, Li Xian still couldn't bear it in his heart.

Leaving twenty yuan, in Zhu Sanxi's joy, Li Xian took a taxi back to Ping'anfang.

..........

In the small second floor of Ping An Fang.

Shen Jingbing only dozed off vigorously on the radio.

In the past two days, she searched for her memories through radio, television, newspapers, and all kinds of information channels at her disposal.

When she was in the hospital affiliated to the Heavy Machinery Factory, the doctor once told her that amnesia was just a brain disorder. Compare the brain to a household appliance where one part of the appliance is short-circuited and the power is lost.

There is no particularly good treatment for this brain disease in China. But if you can't recover, it's not at all.

The doctor advised her to absorb more information from the outside world, and maybe she found something that could bring back her memory. As long as you find the part that coincides with the previous memories in your current life, and constantly stimulate your memory area, you may have the possibility of remembering everything before.

This is also an important reason why Shen Jingbing relied on Li Xian and lived in Ping'anfang.

However, it is a pity that in the past two days, whether it is the current popular songs, the storytelling of Peking Opera on the radio, or the current affairs news in the newspaper, they have not been able to arouse the slightest memory resonance of Shen Jingbing.

"I often think that now you are smiling next to me...... But I'm not clear, you're close or far away from me~~~"

At six o'clock in the evening, before the news broadcast, the popular golden songs in the traffic radio began another round of brainwashing bombardment.

Just when Shen Jingbing was about to fall asleep, Li Xian pushed the door in.

Suddenly awakened, Shen Jingbing took a few big breaths as if she was drowning.

Seeing Li Xian, who was standing at the door frowning and looking at herself, she was a little relieved.

Since she came out of the hospital affiliated to the Heavy Machinery Factory, her sleep has been in a very bad state.

Every night, I have the same dreams.

There is no front in the dream, and there is no after. Only the endless cold and yellow river agitated in her ears, blinding her vision.

"You're back, the food is cold, I'm going to heat it up. ”

The rice was obviously not made by Shen Jingbing herself.

Knowing that this thing didn't have any survival skills, Li Xian kept money at home.

When he was not at home, Shen Jingbing's three meals were all in a restaurant a mile away.

Looking at the cold rice on the dining table that was buckled with a net, Li Xian waved his hand and sat on the Taishi chair in the living room.

Well

The noodles at noon have become a lump!

"No, I've eaten outside. ”

Casually putting the afternoon's record on the coffee table, Li Xian rubbed his temples.

He took a book from the shelf and flipped it open. It's not Jin X Mei, it's a teaching material from CEIBS.

Although the survey has obtained data, he still does not know what the investigation report and model of Rausch did.

Seeing that Li Xian was busy silently when he returned home, Shen Jingbing raised his eyebrows.

She's not stupid.

Although Li Xian had shown a certain understanding of himself before, and even knew that he had... Characteristics of the intimate area. But she always had doubts about what Li Xian said about the previous relationship between the two.

It has been a few days since he came to Ping'anfang, and from Li Xian's eyes, Shen Jingbing didn't see that even a loss could prove that the two had a relationship.

So she naturally didn't believe what Li Xian said before that she was just a "nanny who had an inappropriate relationship with her employer".

But there is no way, now in the whole world, the person who knows the most about himself is afraid that it is the stinky man in front of him.

The old grandfather clock in the living room has a rhythmic swing of the pendulum.

With the clear sound of the dripping tower, Shen Jingbing became confused again.

......

I don't know how long it took.

When Shen Jingbing woke up from a burst of cold air, he found that the time of the table clock had pointed to twelve and a half.

The lights were still on, but on the Taishi's chair, the devil who forced himself to do this and that, and learned all kinds of household chores, had already fallen asleep with his head propped up.

Shen Jingbing frowned.

Although she didn't know much about Li Xian, after getting along with her in the past few days, she knew that Li Xian was a person who would never let herself suffer.

This stinky man is simply pursuing the ultimate in enjoyment.

I worked until midnight like I did today and fell asleep in a chair...... It's incredible.

Gently, Shen Jingbing got up from the sofa, pulled on her slippers, and walked over like a cat.

Looking at Li Xian, who was lying on the arm of the Taishi chair and snoring gently, she pursed her lips.

I have to admit that this bastard doesn't have a bad smile on his face, and when he is sarcastic, sarcastic, or funny, he is still quite spiritual.

After looking at it for a while, Shen Jingbing's eyes fell on the pile of materials on the coffee table.

Seeing the key points listed in the notebook, Shen Jingbing was stunned.

The bank of memory, a small corner door, opens at this moment.

......

"Oh!"

"What's wrong!?"

"Which king eight calves?!"

Li Xian was woken up by a big mouth.

Jumping three feet high from his chair with a panicked face, and staring at his eyes, which had become sober from a moment of obscurity, he saw a face facing the sky.

It's none other than Shen Jingbing.

The other party seemed to be a little too excited.

The fair face was dyed with a layer of redness, and even a thin layer of sweat oozed from the tip of the nose.

Seeing that Li Xian came to his senses, Shen Jingbing put the notebook that was already full of writing in front of Li Xian.

"Li Xian, look! I can make these things, I don't know why, I feel very familiar when I see these things! Almost subconsciously, I can construct an analytical model! Li Xian, you tell you the truth, I used to be a very powerful woman, not what kind of nanny you said, right?!"

Karma?

Looking at the analytical model that he had studied in his notebook for a night without a clue, but now it was clearly organized and displayed there, Li Xian touched the handsome face with five finger prints.

He looked at Shen Jingbing, who was so excited that he rubbed his feet, and gaggled his mouth.