"Otherwise, ......" Ling Han held back for a long time, and finally squeezed out such a sentence, "I'll call the police to arrest you!"

Jiang Yichen only felt that he couldn't cry or laugh, and most of his anger disappeared. At this moment, he could only treat Ling Han as another person, more curious than angry.

"So, what are you going to do now?"

"How do I know ......" Ling Han looked down at Jiang Yichen, a little deflated, "What if I go back to your hometown and be swept away by your family?"

Jiang Yichen took Ling Han's hand, gently forced, and took her into his arms, the corners of his mouth moved slightly: "Who are you?"

Ling Han struggled a few times, but he couldn't break free of Jiang Yichen's embrace.

"Is it me amnesia or you? I've said it eight hundred times, I'm Ling Han!"

"You're not. Jiang Yichen's eyes showed a hint of coldness, which was fleeting, "At least it's not the Ling Han I know." ”

"Am I Ling Han, what does it have to do with you? stranger?"

"If you insist on going back, I'll have my assistant follow you. Jiang Yichen raised his hand and threw Ling Han on the bed, "But I advise you, it's best not to go back." ”

Ling Han lay down on the bed, looked at the ceiling and didn't speak. Occasionally swept at Jiang Yichen with his afterglow, and found that he was also looking at him, and the two were silent, like a kind of confrontation.

Jiang Yichen looked at Ling Han quietly, but his thoughts drifted like a distant past.

Fifteen years ago, he moved to this city in the south with his businessman parents, who were thousands of miles away from his hometown. Aside from the discomfort of the environment and climate, what makes him feel most uneasy is that he will face those unfamiliar classmates and teachers. Others only said that he was indifferent, but they didn't know that he just couldn't understand the unfamiliar accent of the southerners.

The first time I met Ling Han was at the freshman mobilization meeting. As a senior in the second year of high school, she was inevitably pulled to the playground to watch the ceremony. Jiang Yichen didn't like such a scene, so he walked to the end of the line, took out his MP3, and isolated himself from the outside world.

At this time, a girl suddenly squeezed by the left-hand side, wearing thick glasses, and when she passed by him, she whispered: "Sorry, borrow it!"

I don't know if Jiang Yichen didn't hear her words clearly, and stood still and didn't move.

"Hey!" the girl tugged at his headphones, "Who are you? It doesn't seem like you're from our class, is it......?"

Jiang Yichen looked up at this time, and sure enough, he was standing on the wrong team.

"I'm sorry...... Think. Before he could finish his words, he turned his head and disappeared from the girl. Just as he was about to leave, he found a meal card lying at his feet, and he bent down to pick it up.

"Ling Han?" Jiang Yichen looked at the two words written crookedly on the meal card, smiled lightly, and the reckless appearance of the girl just now appeared in his mind, probably she fell.

"Hey! A boy from the same class walked up to him and put his arm on the shoulder, "What are you doing here? Let's go! ”

Then his eyes fell on the meal card in Jiang Yichen's hand: "Eh, Ling Han, isn't this the girl from the next class, why is her meal card in your hand?"

"Oh. I just picked it up, classmate, do you know her?" Jiang Yichen had just arrived, and the classmates in the class had not yet recognized all of them, he only felt that this boy was a little familiar, but he couldn't call his name, so his words were a little polite.

"I know her friends. The man couldn't help but take Ling Han's meal card and put it in his pocket, "Give it to me! You just turned it around, you must be embarrassed to hand it back to her." ”

Jiang Yichen lost a chance to talk to him because of this. Coincidentally, Ling Han's classroom was next door to her, and every time she got out of class, she would pass by his window.

She often walks with a girl with a ponytail. She seems to be in a bad mood today. She looks good when she smiles, and she has stars in her eyes. Her test scores dropped again this time. She......

Jiang Yichen found that he had unconsciously begun to pay attention to everything about Ling Han. It also often creates "inadvertent" encounters.

On New Year's Day that year, the students sang and danced in the classroom to celebrate the arrival of the New Year, Jiang Yichen was not used to such hustle and bustle, put on his hat and walked out of the classroom, lying on the railing of the corridor, looking at the lights in the distance and being slightly stunned.

"Wow. A hand reached over and a few candies were spread out in the palm of his hand, "In a bad mood? ”

Jiang Yichen turned his face away and met Ling Han's smile. He has never liked sweets, so he took the candy by surprise: "Thank you." ”

"You're a transfer student, right?" Ling Han had candy in his mouth, so his speech was a little slurred, "Where is your hometown?"

"S City. ”

"What kind of place is that? It must be beautiful!" Ling Han leaned his back against the railing, "Do you miss home?"

Jiang Yichen was stunned, it had been a while since he moved to this city, and it was the first time someone asked him if he wanted home.

Later, the two talked about something, Jiang Yichen couldn't remember the specific content, only remembered that he said a lot that night, and he seemed to be secretly red-eyed.

In this way, I probably fell in love with that girl who was not good-looking at that time, her temper was very strange, and she even often lost everything, but in Jiang Yichen's eyes, she appeared by his side like an angel and gave him a lot of strength. It's just that he didn't understand why Ling Han had no memory of that experience......

"Jiang Yichen. ”

Ling Han sat up suddenly, and her words pulled Jiang Yichen's thoughts back: "Otherwise, you can take our mother over! How?"

Seeing that Jiang Yichen didn't speak, Ling Han continued: "I know, your family doesn't like me, and your mother hates me even more. I'm going to move out, right?"

Jiang Yichen was even more convinced that the woman in front of him was definitely not his wife Ling Han.

"Do you remember when we first met?" he asked, looking into Ling Han's eyes.

"Of course I remember!" Ling Han nodded, "At the freshman mobilization meeting, not long after you arrived, I pushed you a few times at the back of our class!"

Jiang Yichen frowned—how could this be?

"Then do you remember, on New Year's Day that year, what did we say in the corridor?" Jiang Yichen asked again.

"New Year's Day?" Ling Han frowned, "On New Year's Day, I was sick and had been lying in the hospital......"

A deviation in memory appeared.

Jiang Yichen didn't know if he was misremembering, or if Ling Han was deliberately hiding something.

Ling Han on the side had just finished answering that question, when suddenly there was a pain in his head, and some memories that did not belong to him suddenly came to him-in the dim corridor, she and Jiang Yichen were lying side by side on the railing, what are you talking about.

"This ......" Ling Han was startled, and said secretly in his heart, "It's just what's going on?" I clearly remember that I stayed in the hospital for a week on New Year's Day that year. How...... What's going on with these memories?"

In Ling Han's previous memory, he really talked to Jiang Yichen when he picked up his cake coupon on his birthday.

"So, as time and space change, will my memories also change?" Ling Han was a little unconvinced, "Do I have to carry a double memory? What is real?"

Jiang Yichen noticed the change in Ling Han's face.

"What? are you hiding something from me?"

Ling Han shook her head, "Don't talk to me yet!" She needed time to sort everything out.

The different memories of the past all appeared in front of Ling Han's eyes in an instant, making her a little confused.

Ling Han warned herself in her heart that these memories were not real, but those scenes were so real, as if her previous memories were fake.

"Asi!" Ling Han cursed, "I'm going crazy!"

Jiang Yichen couldn't see through whether Ling Han was acting at the moment, he shook his head and walked out of the room.

Are memories all reliable? In fact, many memories are embellished and somewhat illusory. Just like when he was a child, Ling Han's family was very poor, and after writing a Tianzi grid, he couldn't afford to buy a new one, so his mother used an eraser to erase the words little by little, and then continued to use it. Thinking about it this way, she should have been very aggrieved at that time, but in her memory, she didn't seem to resent her mother because of such a thing. In art class, when other people's colored pens have many colors, 24, 32, or even 48 colors, and her colored pencils only have 12 colors, she feels very satisfied because she can finally paint the sky hole blue instead of the gray of the pencil.

There are many more such memories.

Thinking about it carefully, Ling Han was very easy to satisfy when she was a child, but after the conditions at home gradually improved, her desire became bigger and bigger.