"Ma Jiayo, it's me, your male ticket, Song Jong-hyuk. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"What, what? Male, Male Ticket??? ”

Song Jong-hyuk was stunned.

was shouted so surprised by Xiuying, and originally stretched out, intending to hold Cui Xiuying's hand, but at this moment he silently took it back.

Choi so-young wanted to say something, but as soon as she woke up, she was dizzy by Song Jong-hyuk's words, and she could only look at the man in front of her in a daze, trying to save her thinking ability from the brain that was stirred into a mess.

"I'm sorry, it's me Meng Lang."

After being silent for a long time, Song Jong-hyuk grinned bitterly and barely showed a smile.

"I, I'm going to call Xiu...... Choi so-jin xi is back. ”

Shaking the wheelchair and intending to leave from the side of the bed, Song Jong-hyuk suddenly felt a slight resistance coming from his sleeve.

Looking down, Choi so-young's slender and boneless hand struggled to lift from the bed and gently grabbed Song Jong-hyuk.

"Stuck machine......" tilted his head slightly, and looked at Song Jong-hyuk with a pleading face, and the tears accumulated in his eyes tried not to fall. Her fingers were straining and her knuckles were white, but she didn't feel anything, just waited in panic for Song Jong-hyuk's reaction.

Song Jong-hyuk pulled Choi so-young's hand away and continued to put his hand on the wheelchair.

Cui Xiuying's face turned pale instantly, and her lips trembled and bit together.

Song Jong-hyuk turned the wheelchair back, sighed helplessly, and held Choi so-young's hand.

"Why are you crying?"

Choi so-young felt the real feeling of her hand being held by Song Jong-hyuk, and finally let it go. The tears that had been accumulated in his eyes immediately left large drops down his cheeks.

I couldn't cry, and I couldn't even speak coherently: "I, I thought that you, you don't want me again, woo woo woo ......"

Looking at Choi so-young, who was crying like a child in front of her with a headache, Song Jong-hyuk tentatively stretched out his hand, hesitated, put it on her head, and rubbed it slightly on the top of his head.

"Don't cry. Am I not here? ”

Cui Xiuying's head shook slightly, and her crying voice stopped for a moment.

Raising her head, she stared at Song Jong-hyuk's eyes with tears in her eyes, she pursed her mouth and pitifully did not speak.

's eyelashes almost instantly made Song Jong-hyuk fall, making him no longer ruthless.

Song Jong-hyuk moved his hand from the top of so-young's head to his cheek, wiping away the tears that were still stained.

"Miana, it's me who is too sensitive."

"Woo, you, you can't scare me like this anymore."

“…… Araso. ”

After a long time, Cui Xiuying finally stopped crying and stabilized her mood. However, thinking about her somewhat embarrassing behavior just now, she felt embarrassed, and tried to pull up the quilt and cover it over her head to block Song Jong-hyuk's funny gaze at her.

Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she pulled the quilt down, secretly revealing her two eyes, looking at Song Jong-hyuk who was peeling an apple for herself.

"What's wrong?" Sensing Choi so-young's gaze, Song Jong-hyuk asked without raising his head.

"Just now, you mean, are you my boyfriend?"

As soon as the fruit knife in Song Jong-hyuk's hand stopped, the apple skin that was originally connected into long strips was broken.

He smiled and continued his movements: "What, isn't it? ”

"Ani, I thought, did you forget something?" Choi so-young looked at Song Jong-hyuk tentatively.

"That's right, I have amnesia." Finally peeled the apple, Song Jong-hyuk put it in the fruit bowl, cut it a few times neatly, and turned around and said calmly to Choi so-young.

"Loss, amnesia?" Cui Xiuying's eyes widened in an instant, looking Song Jonghyuk's body up and down, and spit out a series of questions like a storm in her mouth: "Don't remember anything?" Where did it hurt? Is the situation serious? Is it still possible to recover memories? Is there anything else that is uncomfortable? ”

"There's one thing I think I need your explanation more than that."

Song Jong-hyuk jerked his head in front of Choi so-young, looked at her with deep eyes and asked.

The handsome face in front of the face is only a few centimeters away from himself. The airflow of the other party's breath hit Cui Xiuying's delicate skin, making her feel a little itchy, and her face was flushed.

"Wuli two, what is the relationship?"

Song Jong-hyuk stretched out his hand, gently pinched Choi so-young's chin, raised an angle slightly, and asked in a low tone.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva unconsciously, Choi so-young avoided Song Jong-hyuk's eyes, and groped with one hand to pull out a mobile phone from the side of the pillow and handed it over.

“…… What's wrong? Song Jong-hyuk was baffled by this strange behavior, and the aura that was originally brewing was dissipated in an instant, and he touched his head and asked.

Cui Xiuying didn't speak, just worked hard and motioned for him to open it and take a look.

Song Jong-hyuk was puzzled, so he could only press the power button in confusion. Then, he froze.

On the screen, young boys and girls snuggle up to each other, holding each other's shoulders, intimate and smiling brightly.

"You and I are indeed lovers." Choi so-young's voice was a little unnatural, she snorted, turned her head, and met Song Jong-hyuk's gaze: "I'm your girlfriend, Choi so-young." And you-"

"It's my boyfriend, Song Jong-hyuk."

In the quiet ward, the last afterglow of the sunset fell, and the glow fell on the two of them, looking at each other silently, only smiling faintly.

"What's the password?"

A sentence that seemed very ruptile to the atmosphere at this moment broke this beauty.

"Huh?" Choi so-young was also a little stunned, and looked at Song Jong-hyuk who asked in a daze.

"I said, what's the lock screen password?" Seeing that Choi so-young had not come back to his senses, Song Jong-hyuk repeated it again.

"You, your birthday......" a small voice.

“…… What day is it? My birthday. Song Jong-hyuk said something that sounded ridiculous.

Cui Xiuying couldn't laugh, looking at Song Jonghyuk's eyes full of distress: "1209." December 9, 1988. ”

With his finger tapping on the screen, Song Jong-hyuk stood up and squatted at the head of the bed: "Laugh." ”

"Huh?" Cui Xiuying didn't react, but she still adjusted a standard smile in an instant after being captured for many years.

"Click." The sound of the camera fell, and Song Jong-hyuk sat back in his wheelchair with satisfaction, fiddling with his mobile phone while saying to Choi so-young, who was lying on the bed a little dazed, "Since it is a romantic relationship, why do you want to use the previous photos to make a lock screen pattern?" ”

He finally finished setting it up, smiled with satisfaction, and handed the phone to Choi so-young.

Cui Xiuying looked down, and on the screen, the two people in white hospital gowns were together, grinning at the camera, looking a little weird and funny.

"Apullodo, let's use this photo as a lock screen."

Song Jong-hyuk stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Choi so-young's eyes, and when he saw her looking up at him, he continued: "Since I lost my memory, everything before has not been mentioned. ”

"This is the first photo of Choi so-young, and now Song Jong-hyuk, boyfriend and girlfriend."