It was already a little dark, and when Zhan Yiyang returned to the special care ward where Xu Rongrong was, Xu Rongrong was still asleep.

Zhan Yiyang covered her with a quilt, and went out to buy Xu Rongrong's favorite chicken porridge, before sitting on the accompanying bed on the side, flipping through the newspaper.

Today's morning newspaper is really selling very well, not only the citizens of City A have one copy, but even the hospital has ordered many copies.

Because the morning newspaper was selling too hot, even the evening newspaper became popular.

Citizens who have nothing to do are looking forward to seeing more exciting topics than in the morning.

What Zhan Yiyang held in his hand was the one that the hospital deliberately sent over for fear of him being bored.

He smiled shallowly, looked at the newspaper in his hand, and opened the front in boredom.

However, at first glance, Zhan Yiyang was very surprised.

I saw that the center of the newspaper was written in bright red Song font, "Ouyang Jiaojiao, the only daughter of the Ouyang family, was announced to be expelled from the house, and her life and death are unknown." ”

Below the words is the detailed narrative of the reporter, from Ouyang Ye's anger to Ouyang Jiaojiao being taken away, the whole incident was all screened in the newspaper.

"I didn't expect Ouyang Jiaojiao to be expelled from the house." Zhan Yiyang closed the newspaper, leaned his head back on the quilt, and muttered softly.

"Still, it's probably her own fault." Zhan Yiyang lowered his eyelids.

He is Jiaojiao older than Ouyang Jiaojiao, and naturally he is much more mature than her. Many years ago, he saw clearly the essence of Ouyang Ye, who was selfish and mercenary, and there must be a purpose in spoiling Ouyang Jiaojiao so much. But Ouyang Jiaojiao couldn't understand it, and really thought that this father really loved herself, and then relied on these so-called pampering willfulness and recklessness, and in the end, she led the tragedy of being expelled from the house.

But this has nothing to do with him anymore, since Ouyang Jiaojiao tried to hurt Xu Rongrong, those childhood bamboo raft feelings have dissipated.

Ouyang Jiaojiao is dead or alive, and has nothing to do with Zhan Yiyang.

Thinking like this, Zhan Yiyang turned his attention away from the newspaper, and the next second, he heard Xu Rongrong's moaning.

"Ah, it hurts." Xu Rongrong gritted her teeth, and the pain in her head that wanted to explode made her can't help but scream.

"Rongrong." Zhan Yiyang jumped off the bed violently, came to Xu Rongrong in three steps and two steps, and unsurprisingly saw her in pain.

"Rongrong, where do you hurt?" Zhan Yiyang squatted down his tall body, held Xu Rongrong's right hand with both hands, and asked her anxiously, "Rongrong, where does it hurt?" Does it matter? ”

"Headache, head ache." Xu Rongrong shouted indistinctly, the pain in her head was so strong that she could barely speak.

"Headache?" Zhan Yiyang, who came calmly and decisively, was also a little flustered, but after all, his decades of military career were not in vain, and Zhan Yiyang quickly adjusted his heart that was chaotic because of concern, and then made the most correct judgment on the things in front of him.

Zhan Yiyang first rang the call bell at the head of the bed, and when the nurse and doctor rushed here, the slightly rough big hand helped Xu Rongrong's temple, and then slowly rubbed her temples with slight force on his fingertips, trying to relieve her headache.

"Does it still hurt, Rongrong?" After kneading for about a minute, Zhan Yiyang didn't hear Xu Rongrong's cry of pain, so he lowered his head and asked her softly.

However, he was answered by the sound of slightly heavy breathing.

Zhan Yiyang stopped his fingers with some tears and laughter, looked at Xu Rongrong who was asleep, and shook his head to cover the quilt for her.

At this time, the doctors who were called by the bell also came to the door.

"Major General, what's wrong with Madame." The doctor pushed open the door and walked in.

"Rong Rong said she had a headache, you guys come and see what's going on." Although Xu Rongrong had fallen asleep, Zhan Yiyang was still not at ease, and relayed her scene to the doctor.

The doctor stepped forward to look at Xu Rongrong's complexion, forehead temperature, and blood under his eyes, and confirmed that Xu Rongrong was fine, but he had a headache because he had slept for too long, and Zhan Yiyang was relieved.

Sending the doctors away, it was already dark, Zhan Yiyang touched the chicken porridge that had become a little cold, thinking about the doctor's instructions, not to let Xu Rongrong sleep for too long, and decided to wake her up.

"Rongrong, wake up quickly and eat." Zhan Yiyang gently pinched the tip of Xu Rongrong's nose and called her quietly and affectionately, just as when she hadn't forgotten it.

As if alarmed by Zhan Yiyang's gentle lingering tone, Xu Rongrong's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then opened his eyes.

At the first glance, what caught Xu Rongrong's eyes was Zhan Yiyang's handsome and tough face.

"You're so good-looking." Xu Rongrong was attracted by Zhan Yiyang's face, staring at Zhan Yiyang motionless with his two eyes, and did not forget to say his heart in a small voice.

Xu Rongrong at this moment is cute and cute, her big clean and clear eyes hang on her somewhat pale face, although her small mouth is not as rosy as before, but it is also pink, although she is nearly thirty years old, her skin is still as smooth and translucent as a girl, and there are not even fine lines at the corners of her eyes.

Such Xu Rongrong is as beautiful as a delicate porcelain doll, which makes people can't help but care for and pet them from the bottom of their hearts.

But now Zhan Yiyang is not in the mood to appreciate Xu Rongrong's beauty, and his heart has fallen to the bottom with Xu Rongrong's sentence "You are so good-looking".

However, Zhan Yiyang hates that others say that he is good-looking, and it is really because of ...... When Xu Rongrong said this, it means that she forgot about it......

Forget jì again.

I can't tell the taste in Zhan Yiyang's heart at this moment, like vinegar mixed with boiled water, like eating unripe hawthorn, and like taking a bite of an unripe lime.

The sadness all over the world, with unparalleled sadness, poured into the bottom of Zhan Yiyang's heart.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

The seventy percent chance is still realized.

With a haggard smile on the corner of Zhan Yiyang's mouth, he opened his eyes and looked at Xu Rongrong, who had been staring at him in a daze, and barely managed to get himself out of his sad state, "Rongrong, are you hungry?" Does your head still hurt? ”

"Did I have a good relationship with you before?" However, to Zhan Yiyang's surprise, Xu Rongrong did not answer his question, but asked with an ignorant face if she had ever been familiar with him.

This made Zhan Yiyang have a glimmer of hope in his heart, he hoped that Xu Rongrong had not forgotten and not prayed to be able to remember all their past, but he could also remember who had kidnapped her.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Xu Rongrong with some anticipation, "Rongrong, you, do you know who I am?" No, do you remember who you are? ”

Xu Rongrong frowned and pondered, Zhan Yiyang stood by the bedside, his heart was beating like thunder, and the whole person was even more nervous than when he first entered the special forces unit.

However, to his disappointment, Xu Rongrong shook his head, "I don't remember you, and I don't remember anyone. ”

"No, I don't remember." Zhan Yiyang lowered his eyelids in disappointment, and after a moment, he raised his head with a reluctant smile, "It's okay if you don't remember, Rongrong, you will remember me again." ”

"Well, I don't remember who you are, but I always feel so familiar with you, as if I once knew you." Xu Rongrong sat up from the hospital bed, supported his cheek with one hand, and looked at the man in front of him who was a little lost and depressed, feeling a little distressed and slightly moved in his heart.

"You, don't be sad. Seeing you sad, I myself seem to be even sadder. Xu Rongrong raised his right hand and gently touched Zhan Yiyang's face with his fingertips, but Zhan Yiyang grabbed his right hand tightly.

"Rongrong, it's okay, you'll be fine, when the experts come up with a way to eliminate the virus, you will remember me." Zhan Yiyang smiled at Xu Rongrong, wanting to dispel the sad atmosphere in Fang Cai's room.

He picked up the barely warm chicken porridge on the cabinet next to him, and looked at Xu Rongrong with a smile, "Are you hungry?" Here's your favorite chicken porridge to eat a little bit. ”

"Yes, okay." Xu Rongrong nodded, took the insulated bowl in Zhan Yiyang's hand, and gently uncovered the edge of the bowl, and a familiar aroma of chicken came to his face.

"It's a familiar taste." Xu Rongrong said in a daze, the fragrance of this chicken porridge is so familiar, as if she often ate it a long time ago.

"Of course I'm familiar with it, this is your favorite porridge before, hurry up and eat it while it's hot, don't get cold." Zhan Yiyang lowered his head and looked at Xu Rongrong in a daze, smiling dotingly.

"Yes." Xu Rongrong nodded and began to drink porridge in small sips.

Every bite can bring her a familiar feeling, a thing, as if to break through her mind, squeeze into her heart, and the blank feeling in her brain gradually dissipates.

A little bit of fragmentary pictures are presented in Xu Rongrong's mind, and each picture is familiar as if it is embedded in his bones.

The first scene is a venue with many people, men and women standing separately, she stands at the end of the women, shaking her head and observing the soldiers opposite.

The second picture is in the wilderness, the man who handed him porridge just now held himself in his arms, and the two of them were honest with each other.

The third picture is a grand wedding, she is wearing a snow-white wedding dress, standing in front of this man, looking at him, with a sweet face.

The fourth picture is also a grand wedding, the hero of the wedding is this man, and the heroine is another person......

In the fifth picture, the man is holding a boy and standing in front of her, stern and cold.

The sixth picture is the blue of the face, the endless sea water......

The memory came to an abrupt end, Xu Rongrong took the chicken porridge, brought it to his mouth, and took a bite of the cold porridge, only to realize that he had been in a daze for a long time.

Hey, it's strange, why didn't that man stop himself just now, I have the impression that he should stop himself from being in a daze and let himself drink porridge.

Thinking of this, Xu Rongrong gasped, why did she think like this, why did she think that man would stop herself?

Damn, it's all mess.

Xu Rongrong shook her head, trying to shake aside these thoughts that she couldn't figure out.

She continued to drink the chicken porridge in small sips while muttering quietly.

If you listen closely, you can hear her say, "What kind of mess is this, how can I have these thoughts, these thoughts, these thoughts, so strange, but they feel so familiar." Oops, it's really tangled, how could I be so entangled...... I'm going to die, I'm going to die......"