After Lin Rui left, I began to seriously think about what kind of state I was in last night. {We don't write novels, we're just online text porters - drunken gaffes are taboo in the mall, not to mention that we don't have this problem.}

The more I tried to think about the situation last night, the more I felt that my head was confused, and I felt a headache when I exerted a little force, and the pain made my soybean-sized beads of sweat fall down.

The nurse happened to come to the ward round, and was frightened by my appearance, so she hurriedly called the doctor.

The doctor asked me responsibly about my condition and then asked me to do a brain test. I really hoped that they would find out something, but after the whole inspection, the film was taken three times, and it seems that nothing was found.

When the doctor was watching the film, I took Lin Rui out again and whispered: "Doctor, I had a car accident abroad, and then it caused Yan Zòng to have a concussion, and I forgot some things later." ”

"Oh, that's easy to explain." The doctor in his forties flexed his glasses, pointed to one of the pieces and said, "You have damage here, and you can't see it now, and it's completely unpredictable how it will affect your memory." ”

"Doctor, is it possible that I forgot those things about jì?" I asked.

He shook his head: "It's hard to say, under normal circumstances, you can only remember it when you encounter the same scene, or if you are greatly stimulated. But that is likely to cause more damage, so if we encounter the same patient, we generally don't ask him to pursue the past. ”

"Thank you, doctor." I said with some disappointment.

I have known for a long time about such a result, and I have also made detailed inquiries abroad before being discharged from the hospital, but I am always unwilling.

Just as I was about to leave, he suddenly stopped me, took out the pieces I had put in my file bag again, looked at them carefully, and said, "You have a little strange here, it doesn't look like an injury caused by a concussion, if you feel necessary, you can go to a special brain hospital for another examination." ”

I was stunned and immediately sat down: "Doctor, is there anything abnormal here compared to ordinary people?" ”

"I'm not sure right now, I just don't think it's normal here, and the damage from a concussion doesn't look like this." He tapped heavily somewhere.

The films seemed the same to me, but he found the same place in each one and pointed it out to me.

"Can you recommend a good brain hospital?" I asked.

After I was discharged from the hospital, I went back for check-ups three times regularly, all of which were accompanied by Aunt Yuan, so I never thought of changing hospitals for check-ups, and I always felt that the first news I received should be the most correct.

"I recommend two to you, one is abroad and the other is in the imperial capital, if you don't want to go that far, check it out in the imperial capital first." He took out a pen and wrote down the names of the two hospitals and handed them to me.

I thanked him and walked out with my things.

Lin Rui waited outside for a while, already a little anxious, and when he saw me come out, he greeted me and asked, "Boss, is your body okay?" “

"It's okay, go back to the company." I'll say it directly.

Once the doubts were planted in my heart, I kept thinking of various reasons to confirm them, and I became more and more restless.

After finishing the things in hand, I first went to the hospital in the imperial capital for an examination, and after the results of the examination came out, the doctor told me very clearly that this was definitely not caused by a concussion, and that it should have been surgery.

When I got this diagnosis report, my brain was buzzing.

I didn't even know how I got back to the apartment, and by the time I realized who I was, it was already dark. I wanted to call Aunt Yuan and ask directly what was going on, but I came to my senses the moment the phone was called.

Maybe this time it's a misdiagnosis.

I took the time to go to a well-known brain institution abroad and re-examined it, and I was going to ask Aunt Yuan for clarification when the results came out.

But when I was doing this, I was very nervous, and I didn't know whether I was scared or excited.

It turned out that my brain had indeed been tampered with, but the advice given by the doctor was very pertinent, probably to treat the disease.

I thought about the medical records that Aunt Yuan gave me at that time, and there was a part of the record of brain surgery in it, which was due to intracranial congestion.

"If it was just a craniotomy to extract the bruises, would it cause such damage?" I asked the doctor.

"It's very likely that brain surgery is very risky, any possibility will arise, and now your situation is relatively good." The doctor gave a conservative statement.

I took two reports with basically the same test results, and suddenly I had no reason to find Aunt Yuan.

There was a record of this in the original medical records, but I didn't care.

However, since that day, I feel that after drinking, there will be some vague fragments of the past in my head, and I have started to enjoy drinking.

Life is quite boring for a man, especially a single man. Just like me, there is no other pastime except work, work is the whole of my life.

Drinking is like life silently opening a window to me, and once it starts, it is difficult to end, not to mention the feeling of being drunk.

Every Friday night, after work, I would find an unfamiliar bar for a drink and take a taxi home while I was still a little sane.

But not everyone is so lucky, and occasionally they sleep on the streets.

The next day, I found myself sleeping on the lawn or on the couch at the bar for the night, and I would pretend to be okay and tidy up and leave.

In the imperial capital, I am a person with no friends. When I was drunk, I didn't want to see me in any way, or I was afraid that I would say something inappropriate. Although drinking at home is safe, there is no atmosphere for drinking.

I quickly became a habit and even became an alcoholic.

There are a lot of beautiful girls in the sprinkle bar, and there are many who deliberately come up to talk, but I am not interested at all. Sometimes, their hands were restless and touched, and even I had a reaction, but I always stopped at the last moment, as if I was particularly resistant to women.

For this reason, I went to see a psychiatrist, and the advice he gave was to let go of myself.

I became more and more handy at work, and my reputation gradually became known in the circle of the imperial capital, but the more I did this, the more scared I felt, and my heart was empty, as if I didn't know when I lost my most important thing, and I didn't know what it was.

Men, especially hate this uncontrollable feeling, and so do I.

As the days went by, I felt like I was about to become the walking dead.

One day, when the administrative manager was not there, an advertiser came to talk about cooperation, and I happened to meet Lin Rui chasing when the administrative manager would come back, and I said to him in a ghostly way: "I'll go and see, I have time today." ”

Lin Rui was overjoyed and took me to the conference room.

That's how I met Lin Leyi, the woman I had only met once but was impressed.

Pushing open the door of the conference room, I saw her wearing a beige suit and two people sitting in the conference room, her hair combed back, her face wearing light makeup, and a thin white gold necklace around her neck.

"Hello, Mr. Cheng." After Lin Rui's introduction, she reached out and shook my hand.

I don't know what's wrong with me, I've been in that half-stunned state since I saw her, it's like taking ** medicine, and my attention is all on her.

At the same time, I was very sober and knew that it was not good to stare at a female collaborator like this, so I deliberately made a rigid face and sat down across from her.

It was the strongest feeling of strangeness in my heart, and it was strange that I didn't like it, and the expression on my face became even colder.

She was very good and the negotiation process was perfect.

I sat across from him and looked at him, holding some information from the administration and asking some questions that seemed to be mentally retarded. For some reason, I was fascinated by her voice in just over thirty minutes.

To be honest, I have never paid much attention to women, but the Lin Leyi in front of me, who I have only met once, is different, she seems to have a different charm from ordinary people, which makes me have to look at her intently, and even look at her fascinated.

After the negotiation was over, I was a little surprised when I decided to overstep my authority and ask for this company for next year's advertisement.

What's wrong with me?

Who is Lin Leyi? Why do I feel so familiar with her? Like knowing each other for many years?

I didn't understand this qiē, so I asked someone to check her background.

I was surprised by the news she received, she was divorced, her husband died on the day of her second marriage, and then she raised three children by herself and ran a media company that was not very profitable......

On the surface, the woman is strong and optimistic. If you don't get to know her, you can't see that she has experienced so many misfortunes. That day in the cemetery, she was supposed to go to see her fiancé.

The more information I know about her, the more strange the feelings in my heart become, the more obvious my attention to her is, and even unintentionally passing by their company, and a few times even pretending to go to the inspection to find a reason to see her.

Subconsciously, I felt that I must have something to do with this woman. However, I don't have her in my memory, and I don't have her in all the experiences I can find. My past with her is like two parallel lines that do not cross at all, and there is basically no possibility of being married.

I didn't expect to get up close to her again because of a drunken experience.

I also drank a lot that night, and finally walked out of the bar and blew the cold breeze in the small alley nearby. I was looking for a taxi, but I didn't expect to get lost.

When I woke up, I saw the warm light and her face.

At that moment, for the first time in my life, I felt like I was going home.

I watched her speechless, as if something was about to gush out, but it was blocked at a certain juncture.

I almost subconsciously thought about how wolf I was now, and it made me feel sad, and I didn't want to be so wolf in front of her.

I got up, I wanted to go, I wanted to run away......