(There is another chapter in the evening)

Lin Weiwei has been gone for a long time, while Chen Yang has been sitting on the sofa in a daze, and his thoughts are completely silent in the memory of being twenty-eight years old.

He's going to seek.

What to look for?

Chen Yang wanted to find the answer from his twenty-eight-year-old memory, why did it prevent him from knowing the truth. He didn't know how to describe it, but he always felt that the memory of being twenty-eight seemed to be deceiving him.

Since having the memory of being twenty-eight years old, Chen Yang has believed that memory will not deceive him, and the memory he left for himself at the age of twenty-eight is the most real existence.

However, what happened today made Chen Yang begin to doubt the memories he had left for himself at the age of twenty-eight.

The memory of the twenty-eight-year-old is so powerful, so powerful that he can actually control his thoughts and thoughts, which makes Chen Yang really surprised, if you simply understand this kind of control, what is it?

Are you a puppet under the control of your twenty-eight-year-old memory?

I still haven't gotten rid of the memory shackles of the twenty-eight-year-old?

Thinking of this, Chen Yang's face turned pale, and a fact that he couldn't believe was about to come out.

That is, he, the eighteen-year-old Chen Yang, is completely a puppet driven by the memory of the twenty-eight-year-old, everything is moving forward according to a predetermined trajectory, and he has not escaped control at all from beginning to end.

I used to think that I had escaped the shackles of the memory of the twenty-eight-year-old, but it was completely a kind of self-imagination. In fact, he has been manipulated by the memory of being twenty-eight years old, and there is no room for resistance.

Thinking of this, Chen Yang was already covered in a cold sweat, and couldn't help but snort a few smarts. His face was lost and desperate, and instead of finding the answer he wanted, he found this fact that made him even more desperate.

Xiao Shuai rubbed his eyes and walked out of the bedroom, he saw his father sitting on the sofa, holding an empty water glass in his hand, with his head down as if thinking about something.

The little guy shook his head and whispered "Daddy," and seeing that Dad didn't respond, the little guy walked into the kitchen.

At this moment, Chen Yang is trying to sort out the memories of the twenty-eight-year-old, even though the truth is very cruel, he still hasn't given up, he still fantasizes that he can find the answer from his memory.

However, a loud noise, coupled with the child's cry, instantly brought Chen Yang back to his senses.

Hearing the sound coming from the kitchen, Chen Yang quickly got up and ran over.

Hospital.

Chen's mother and Chen's father walked into the treatment room panting, and when they saw Xiaoshuai's burned hands, Chen's father's face turned dark, and he raised his hand to hit Chen Yang, but was stopped by Chen's mother with her open hands.

"Dead old man, what are you doing? ”

Chen's father glared at Chen Yang and said angrily: "What are you doing to eat, you can't even look at your own son, look at what this is burning." ”

Chen Yang looked at the large and small blisters on the child's hands with a self-reproachful face, and there was too much chagrin and remorse in his heart.

Although Xiao Shuai had tears in his eyes, he didn't cry anymore at the moment, and the little guy said softly: "Grandpa, don't beat Dad, I want to make tea for Dad." ”

"My good grandson, sit down and don't move. Chen's mother said distressedly.

The second elder was busy taking care of him, but he put Chen Yang on the side, he was a little overwhelmed, but seeing the strong expression on the child's face made him feel a little comforted in his heart, and he also felt a little more self-blame.

When the doctor treats the child, the child bites his lip tightly, only makes a few slight snorts when he is in pain, and occasionally looks up to give his father a comforting smile.

However, it was this immature smiling face that made Chen Yang's heart even more uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but have red eyes, but he held back his tears stiffly.

The child is so sensible and so strong, how can he cry easily?

Chen Yang walked up to Xiao Shuai, gently touched his son, hugged his son's small body, and said softly: "Son, I'm sorry, it's all Dad's fault... ”

Xiao Shuai raised his little face and looked at Chen Yang, showing a little smile: "Dad, I'm fine, the doctor and aunt said, the injury is not serious, it will be fine in a few days, don't worry." ”

Listening to the child's immature comforting words, Chen Yang could no longer control his emotions, he turned his head away and wiped away the tears that had been shed because of self-blame.

The door of the treatment room was pushed open, Lin Wei walked in with a worried face, and Xiaoshuai immediately shouted, "Mom." ”

Lin Wei walked quickly to the bed, looking at the child's burned hands, her face changed color in an instant. She gently held the child's hands, and asked with tears in her eyes, "Good, does it hurt?"

Xiaoshuai shook his head: "Mom doesn't cry, it doesn't hurt anymore." ”

Chen Yang stepped forward and sighed, "I'm sorry, Weiwei, I... ”

Lin Weiwei ignored Chen Yang, she comforted the child for a few words, and then said a few words to Chen's mother, and finally took the lead out of the door of the treatment room, and when she passed by Chen Yang's side, she said softly: "You come out with me, I will say a few words to you." ”

Chen Yang followed Lin Weiwei out of the treatment room, and the two walked to the end of the corridor before stopping, Lin Weiwei's shoulders were trembling slightly, and Chen Yang knew that she was crying.

Chen Yang looked ashamed: "Weiwei, I... ”

Lin Weiwei turned her head suddenly, the expression on her face frightened Chen Yang's heart, and the hatred made Lin Weiwei's perfect face look a little hideous at the moment: "Chen Yang, you should know that Xiaoshuai is the reason why I have been able to persevere all these years, and he is my spiritual pillar." If it weren't for him, I might have left this world long ago. He's your own son, that's why you're doing this to him because of me, aren't you?

Chen Yang wanted to open his mouth to explain, but was slightly interrupted by Lin.

"I don't need to explain, yes, you can say that you were negligent, you were careless. But if it were you and Takatsuki's daughter today, would you let her hurt like this? Would you be negligent enough to let your child make you tea? Do you think your current explanation will calm the anger in my heart a little?"

Lin Weiwei's tone was a little more serious, she had tears in her eyes, but she gritted her teeth and said: "I know that you hate me, hate me for ruining your life, and let the pain torment you for so many years." But what about the child, he is innocent, he is your biological son, are you really ready to use negligence to escape? If you really regard Xiaoshuai as your son, such a thing would not have happened today. ”

After finishing speaking, Lin left with a slightly angry face, leaving Chen Yang to sit on the bench next to him helplessly.

Xiaoshuai is his own son, how can he not care, how can he not feel distressed. At this moment, I am really guilty, I am willing to hurt myself, if I can, I am willing to bear all the pain for my son. But no matter what you say now, it's already too late.

At this moment, Chen Yang's heart was suddenly full of hatred. He hated why he thought about it so much, hated the boring memories he had left for himself at the age of twenty-eight, and even hated that he had come into this world.

It's all because of those damn memories, and if you have a way, you even want to erase those memories and kill them. How much I wish I could find the woman who gave me a memory notebook, since she can send her a memory notebook so that she can have these memories, then she must have a way to get these memories back again.

Yes, find the woman and let her take back her memory.

These memories have brought too many troubles to me, and I could have relied on my eighteen-year-old heart to face everything with a normal heart. However, the memory of the twenty-eight-year-old has been influencing me, it has allowed me to have too many thoughts, too many doubts, too many concerns, and bring too much trouble to myself, so that I am always addicted to that chaotic mind and cannot extricate myself.

Chen Yang made a decision in his heart that he wanted to completely erase the memories of the twenty-eight-year-old, and to kill these memories, he wanted to completely escape from the memories of the twenty-eight-year-old.