As soon as the words fell, Sister Li came back with Nuan Nuan, Sister Li went to the kitchen to cook, Nuan Nuan jumped in front of me and Zhao Yijing, and now Nuan Nuan and Zhao Yijing are also familiar with each other, raising their little faces and looking at us: "Uncle, Mom, what are you doing?"

Zhao Yijing took Nuan Nuan over and smiled faintly: "Mom wants to talk to Uncle about things." Nuan Nuan bounced her little hand back and forth in Zhao Yijing's big hand: "I want to listen too." Saying that, the cat was on the side of the sofa, looking at me and Zhao Yijing with big eyes.

Zhao Yijing held my hand and sat next to me and asked, "What do you want to say?"

I struggled in my heart for a long time, I didn't know when to start, for a while, since I couldn't talk about it, I just started from the beginning: "Yijing, I want to tell you a story from more than 80 years ago." ”

So, from the early morning of the sixteenth year of the Republic of China, Du Heng, who was wearing a moon-white short jacket and a student skirt, began to talk about escaping from marriage with a big suitcase, ten miles of red makeup, awkward marriage, Western medicine turmoil, golden branches and jade leaves, Qinhuai River, long kneeling instead of punishment, lotus pond fireflies, creating a joy, infertility and seeking children, mallow entering the house, birthday banquet to save people, until all the stories of Beiping in the north.

I told it very carefully, it was the first time I strung together all the fragments in my memory, and I realized that the original story was not long, and I quickly told more than half of it. Nuan Nuan may be tired in kindergarten and has fallen asleep listening. And Zhao Yijing listened, his narrow eyes stared at me seriously, as if he wanted to see into my eyes. The hand holding me tightened tighter and tighter, almost pinching into the bone.

When it came to going north to Beiping, I finally stopped, looked at him and said, "These are what my grandmother told me." When I listened to it, there were fragments in my mind that overlapped, as if I had experienced it alive. Dr. Xia said that this may be a disease, called paranoia of being loved. vainly overlaps himself with the person in the story. My voice lowered, "Maybe, that's what the science says, but I don't think so." ”

Zhao Yijing's hand slid onto my shoulder, there was a strange brilliance in his eyes, he had always been calm and calm, but his voice trembled a little urgently: "Qingyang, what happened later?" ”

"Do you think it's ridiculous?" I said, a little unsure.

"Ridiculous?" Zhao Yijing's lips curled, and his gaze seemed to pass through me to see far away, "If it is ridiculous, then you and I can string together and tell a ridiculous story." When he arrived in Peking and lived in a courtyard, Du Heng went to the newspaper office, right?"

I was stunned, almost seeing Zhao Yijing's heart: "Do you remember?"

Zhao Yijing looked at me with a somewhat complicated expression, and his eyes seemed to be intertwined with vicissitudes: "Qingyang, I said that I used to dream in my old house in Beijing, and the dream is roughly these things, but I don't know a lot about what you just said, my dreams are mainly in Beijing." Saying that, Zhao Yijing slowly talked about the past in Beiping, the birthday banquet of Fourteen Gege, the reunion with Bai Zhi, the gunshots in Wangfujing, and the farewell to Bai Zhi, until the final whipping incident.

The more he talked about the back, Zhao Yijing's face became a little gray, his expression was extremely painful, and he couldn't help pressing his chest. My breathing was also a little unsteady, so I hurriedly took out the medicine from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, but tears couldn't help but pour down my face. Could it be that after 80 years, he will still have heartache when he talks about this? Or is the afterlife he promised to be imprisoned for a lifetime?

I held him up and asked, "Yijing, are you better?"

He slowly said with a wry smile: "It's better." You can't think about these things, and when you think about them, you feel uncomfortable. After a pause, his face softened slightly, and he sighed softly and said, "Last time, you asked me, why did you conclude that Yao Qinglian's piece was not Cheng Yuejin, do you remember what the picture of that brocade is?"

I thought about it carefully, and I also looked at it carefully through the glass cover at the dinner party, and I was quite impressed: "It's a picture of a hundred children." ”

"You say, how can Cheng Yuejin's picture be a hundred sons?" Zhao Yijing's smile was a little desolate, and his eyes were still painful. I suddenly realized that Cheng Yuejin is the essence of Zhao Shinan and Du Heng's love, Du Heng has been troubled by childlessness all his life, how can Zhao Shinan produce the pattern of a hundred sons, to poke the heart of a woman he regards as his life?

Looking at his expression, my heart was also tugged at and hurt. My pain is not for the past, but for Zhao Yijing's heart to bear two lives, and it is still so heavy. What I feel sorry for is just the man in front of me. My hand gently touched Zhao Yijing's face, and tears dripped down: "Yijing, don't think about this anymore." ”

Zhao Yijing calmed down a little and said: "It's very strange, some people want to remember, but they can't remember it." Some of them just can't forget it. Rubbing his eyebrows as he spoke, "I want to remember the factory logo, but I don't have any impression at all." Suddenly he looked at me and asked, "Where did you get the factory logo you gave me?"

I looked at him and said, "In the past, Dr. Xia said that hypnosis can evoke subconscious memories, and I wanted to try if I could mark Cheng Yuejin's factory, so I went to him yesterday." ”

Zhao Yijing's brows furrowed: "Hypnosis?"

"Yes, I went to hypnosis yesterday and remembered some more things. I then told Zhao Yijing about the things in the dream later, and said regretfully: "It's just that in the end, I didn't see the appearance of the factory standard." ”

Zhao Yijing listened, holding my hand in front of his chest, his eyes were full of distress: "That thing is very dangerous, why don't you just try it without asking?" No wonder I am not feeling well." ”

"How do you know?" I asked.

Zhao Yijing sighed, hooked his lips and said, "I've heard of it before." "Promise me not to take any chances, there's nothing worth your life for." I finally found you in this life, if something goes wrong, what should I do?"

My heart was overflowing, but it was also sour, and I bit my lip and said, "I originally wanted to do hypnosis again today, but after they separated me, Dr. Zhu gave Dr. Xia hypnosis, and the factory mark was recalled by Dr. Xia." ”

My words shocked Zhao Yijing there, he stared at me tightly for a long time and did not speak, his eyes were full of incredulity. After a long time, his voice was a little hoarse: "Why does he remember? Who is he?"

I didn't answer, who is he? With Zhao Yijing's cleverness, it is impossible not to guess who he is, maybe he just doesn't want to admit it. I was silent with him for a long time, and Zhao Yijing finally asked, "Is he okay?"

I choked up and said, "I called Dr. Xia's unit in the afternoon, and I heard that he fainted during a meeting, and now he is sent to a hospital in Beijing for treatment." The phone keeps turning off. I plucked up the courage and said, "I'm a little worried, Yijing. ”

When Nuan Nuan heard Dr. Xia's name, she suddenly woke up in shock, stared at me and Zhao Yijing with big eyes, looked up and asked, "Mom, are you talking about uncle? Where is uncle?" I rubbed her little head, I didn't know how to answer her.

I raised my eyes to look at Zhao Yijing, I don't know if his heart will be like a stormy sea, but on his face, I see uncommon accidents, contradictions and struggles. He looked at me, then at Nuan Nuan with an ignorant face, and after a moment, Zhao Yijing patted me on the back: "Qingyang, leave it to me." I'll go to someone and ask about it, and if I need to contribute money and effort, I won't be stingy. ”

My heart stretched out slightly, and I didn't know how to express it in words for a while, so I just bit my lip and looked at Zhao Yijing's eyes full of desire to say goodbye. After two lifetimes of ups and downs, he and I can finally achieve no gaps in our hearts, and the love I owe has become the love we owe together.

Zhao Yijing did not hesitate, took out his mobile phone and started calling. After a while, Zhao Yijing said, "Wait, I've already found someone to inquire about the situation." ”

"Hmm. I nodded. In my heart, I no longer fry like in the afternoon, and with Zhao Yijing, I have settled down a lot.

Until more than eleven o'clock in the evening, Nuan Nuan had already slept, Zhao Yijing and I were sitting on the sofa, and the TV was playing a mythological drama in the sky and the earth, in the past, I or he would never watch this kind of TV series, but that day, he and I watched it very seriously, Zhao Yijing suddenly said: "Now watching this TV, I don't feel." ”

My heart skipped a beat, and I snuggled into his arms, feeling his heartbeat and warmth. There is a kind of love that can be repeated across time and reincarnation.

Suddenly, his mobile phone rang, he picked it up, talked for a long time, put down the phone and said to me: "His situation is not optimistic for the time being, and I can't say anything professional, after deep hypnosis, it has caused a series of problems." Now I am undergoing intensive care and the person has not woken up. Saying that, he put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Qingyang, don't worry, he himself belongs to that circle, so he receives the best treatment in China, if he can't transfer to a foreign country for treatment, the conditions are convenient." ”

I nodded, but I couldn't breathe. I finally got a glimpse of what the serious consequences were. Suddenly I regretted a little, if I didn't insist on hypnosis, would he not have put himself in danger? Unfortunately, no matter how hard I tried and regretted everything, I couldn't get back an "if".

I wanted to inquire about the situation in detail, but I called Dr. Xia or Zhu Changxiu's office, but no one answered. The people at the institute would not tell me Dr. Zhu's mobile phone number, and Dr. Xia's mobile phone was always turned off. I was suddenly scared, scared that the phone, which had never been able to get through, would never beep again.

Until the afternoon, Zhao Yijing suddenly called me: "Qingyang, he's awake." "My heart thumped, as if I had finally fallen back to the ground from the overhanging roof. Thankfully, it's good to wake up. My excited voice trembled slightly: "Nothing wrong, right?"

Zhao Yijing's voice was also a little relaxed: "It should be fine." I heard that he was just weaker. It's normal to eat and talk. ”