Chapter 31: With the Wind

The book reads:

The first thing I want to say, of course, is the first meeting. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

This is not the first meeting in the actual sense, but Zhang Yiru has always thought that this is our first meeting, and she doesn't know, I have been paying attention to her for a long time for this first meeting.

On Valentine's Day that day, she thought she would have to spend it alone.

Don't interject a word about Valentine's Day, it's said to have been popular for hundreds of years.

It is becoming increasingly clear that many festivals have become festivals for merchants, but they still enjoy spending on them.

On that day, it was raining at the end of the day, but the flower sellers around the square still refused to leave, and they were willing to wander around with umbrellas to peddle.

Most of these small flower sellers are children who come out to earn pocket money, and when they see people, they ask, do you want to buy flowers?

They felt that everyone should buy flowers on this day, as if they thought that everyone had a lover.

I saw Yiru walking through the crowded square with a lonely face.

I thought, at that time, she must have been thinking, Valentine's Day? What's my business?

I hurried forward, intending to catch up with her.

When I got behind her, the flower seller asked me, "Sir, would you like to buy some flowers for your girlfriend?" ā€

Yiru turned around, saw me, and hurriedly waved her hand: "I'm sorry, little friend, you are mistaken, I am not her girlfriend." ā€

The flower seller had other gifts to sell, and she didn't give up, saying, "Then you can buy some gifts and go back to your boyfriend." ā€

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"How is that possible? You're all this age, at least one, right? I've got several of them myself. ā€

When I saw Yiru's embarrassed face, I said to the girl, "Then what are you selling, just keep all these gifts for them." You have so many boyfriends, is it enough? ā€

The flower seller looked at me, I wanted to say something, but I didn't give her a chance, I waved my hand to the flower seller next door, and asked for all the buckets of flowers he planned to sell in bulk in one go, and he even gave me the bucket.

I took the bucket of flowers and handed it to Yiru and said, "Happy holidays for you." ā€

Yiru didn't react after using it for a long time.

She looked at the flower seller with a surprised face, and finally reached out to catch it, and said, "Thank you!" ā€

So I followed her.

Everywhere I went, people came to me and asked, "How do you sell this flower?" ā€

I was about to wave my hand, but Yiru said, "99 yuan a branch." ā€

Later, we also made a small fortune and finally understood why there were so many flower sellers.

We use the money we make to eat steaks.

On that day, we spent it together, and we had more fun than ever.

Yiru later told me that she thought she would be alone for the rest of her life......

Feng Xiaoji saw that he was happy, Xu Yiwei came out and said, "Do you always like to do things that violate the rules?" ā€

Feng Xiaoji said: "I like this story, and I want to read it after reading the beginning. ā€

"That can't be seen, it's nothing more than a story of buying flowers to cheat feelings, selling flowers to cheat and."

"Haven't you seen it yourself? But people write so beautifully, why does the story become so ugly when it comes out of your mouth? ā€

"I want to see it? I have to do memory hypnosis, I can not listen to the back, and I can't avoid the guidance in the front, right? ā€

Feng Xiaoji nodded: "That's just your subjective evaluation!" ā€

"Hurry up, file all these materials, this is the archive address, I warn you, don't rummage through other people's things when you file them."

Feng Xiaoji moved these items to the "Memory Materials Department" on the second floor for storage.

She found the storage drawer according to the designated place and found that there was already a drawer with "Zhang Yiru" written on it.

Feng Xiaoji opened the drawer, and when he saw it, there was another copy of "9 Things I Know About Zhang Yiru".

She hurriedly opened it, and even the opening was the same.

Turning to the last page, even the name of the person who signed the payment is the same: Ye Suifeng.

The name is good, sneak into the night with the wind, and take the night with the leaves.

Feng Xiaoji couldn't help but compare the next two boxes of things, which were similar.

God, this leaf is with the wind, is it really a medical trust?

Just as she was about to figure it out, Xu Yiwei called: "Hurry up to the office, don't rummage through the guests' things." ā€

When Feng Xiaoji returned to Xu Yiwei's office, Zhang Yiru was so crying that her face was red and her eyes were red.

She'd just done a memory backup.

Xu Yiwei instructed Feng Xiaoji: "I'll take her to do a preoperative examination later, you give me good information, don't mess up." ā€

Feng Xiaoji reluctantly followed Xu Yiwei and listened to his dispatch.

When Xu Yiwei judged that Zhang Yiru's condition was suitable for amnestic surgery, he asked Zhang Yiru again: "You have really decided?" It's too late to go back. ā€

Zhang Yiru began to hesitate and asked, "After I had this operation, I won't be able to remember him at all in the future?" ā€

"Of course."

Feng Xiaoji saw Zhang Yiru's hands folded together, and his thumbs kept rubbing his palms.

Xu Yiwei knew that she was hesitating, so he said, "Miss Zhang, you can tell me after you think about it." ā€

After he finished speaking, he pulled the wind and went out.

Feng Xiaoji didn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, but still risked being scolded and asked, "This, why did she erase the same amnestic twice?" Is it that you are not doing well with amnestics? ā€

Xu Yiwei knew that she had discovered this, so he said, "Who said that? I've done the amnestics in my hands, and I've never had any trouble, I've always been very suspicious of your IQ, if it's the same amnestic twice, will there be two copies of those memory associations? ā€

Feng Xiaoji wanted to ask something more, but Xu Yiwei didn't give her a chance to continue, he warned Feng Xiaoji: "Listen clearly, all the things of the guests have nothing to do with you, don't gossip." ā€

"Is that Ye Suifeng the medical trust you planted?"

"Do we still need medical care? The only memory nursing hospital in the country with business qualifications, customers are like clouds, and do you still need medical care? It's none of your business, go back and continue to practice your reverse memory, and, tonight's Spring Festival, cook a pot of hearty meals, I want to eat when I come back from work, every day at 4 o'clock, my robot Ah Nuo will go to collect the vegetables, she usually puts the dishes in the bottom of the refrigerator. ā€

"Why don't you just ask her to cook?"

"Robot-made food? It's as soulless as you are, and it's not interesting to eat. ā€

When Feng Xiaoji finished the last dish, Xu Yiwei came back.

He looked tired.

Feng Xiaoji asked, "What, did she still do it in the end?" ā€

"If she hadn't done it, I would have come back a long time ago."

"She is willing to have such a beautiful past?"

"Wonderful? Let's see what happens. ā€

Feng Xiaoji brought out the dishes and said, "I thought that the doctor's mouth was all with its own zipper, but I didn't expect you to take the customer's case as a vergeal story." ā€

"You ......" Xu Yiwei said, seducing Feng Xiaoji: "Do you want to know, why are the two memories the same content?" ā€

Feng Xiaoji immediately put down the dish and leaned his ears over.

"Same gossip!" Xu Yiwei roared loudly in her ear.

Feng Xiaoji felt disappointed and went to bring out the soup.

"Huh, coconut chicken soup? Isn't it fish head soup today? What kind of dish is this? ā€

"Sweet and sour fish."

"This high-sugar food is not beneficial to the human body, how can you cook such an ancient dish? I remember eating it once when my grandma was still around. ā€

"You can skip it."

Xu Yiwei immediately picked it up and put it in his mouth, saying: "Well, yes, yes, sweet and sour, just like first love, speaking of first love, let me tell you, what is Ye Suifeng, and also taught me a lot of tricks to pick up girls, and several of my girlfriends came back from learning his tricks." ā€

At this time, fireworks by the river were lit again.

Xu Yiwei suddenly became interested, he asked Arnold to move the table and food outside, after turning on the lights, he lit a few candles on the dining table, and then sat down happily, and said, "Perfect, this is like the New Year." ā€

Feng Xiaoji rolled his eyes: "Will there be a power outage in your house during the New Year?" ā€

"Do you have a mood?"

Feng Xiaoji took the opportunity to say: "Without wine, how can there be a mood?" ā€

Xu Yiwei didn't fall for her: "Don't talk about the Spring Festival, even if today is your big day, you can't drink, otherwise your achievements will be wasted." ā€

He chirped and feasted.

Feng Xiaoji suddenly remembered what Gu Mingyuan said, and she used it to say Xu Yiwei: "Watching you eat is like watching the animal world, eating alive." ā€

Xu Yiwei said: "Then you, the cook, are still the executioners in the animal world!" ā€

Feng Xiaoji watched the fireworks by the river continue to shine, and the hustle and bustle of the crowd came from the riverside, and she suddenly felt so lonely.

She said: "Since ancient times, festivals have been lonely days. ā€

"Yes, why is it lonely to be beautiful? Do you want to fall in love? I'll be righteous and teach you Ye Suifeng's unique secret of chasing love. ā€

Feng Xiaoji ignored him.

At this moment, the elevator door of the rooftop opened.

As soon as the man saw that there was a light here, he walked over, and when he saw clearly that it was Feng Xiaoji, he immediately shouted: "Xiaoji, is it really you?" ā€

Feng Xiaoji hurriedly turned on the balcony light, and when he saw the person coming clearly, he shouted: "Wutong? What are you doing here? ā€