Recalling her mother's death, tears appeared in Gu Yu's eyelashes.

She was lying in a tuise longue, her eyes closed, the instrument she wore in her brain connected to a monitor, and the LCD screen flashed brightly.

Dr. Qin adjusted the current intensity of the instrument and continued to ask, "Later, did you go to your father according to your mother's last wish?" ”

"Yes, after arranging my mother's funeral, the college entrance examination admission notice also came, and I was admitted to the Shanghai Conservatory of Music. I went to my dad before I went to school, but ...... But ......" her head shook, her face a look of pain, and large drops of sweat oozed from her forehead.

The LCD screen displays a red alert. Dr. Qin hurriedly took off her helmet.

She was quiet, still asleep.

Outside the glass window, Mi Menglou had been watching, and saw Dr. Qin take off her helmet and walk into the ward.

"How?" He asked.

"She began to resist the memories, and I thought she must have encountered something very horrible for her." Dr. Qin replied, "We have to find a way to reconstruct the scene and overcome her fears, maybe she will be willing to reminisce." ”

"Let her rest, I think she's tired." Mi Menglou looked at Gu Yu who was sweating profusely sympathetically, "You go out first." ”

Dr. Qin leaves.

Mi Menglou found a towel and wiped the sweat on Gu Yu's face.

Her skin was as elastic and crystal clear as clotted fat. Mi Menglou stopped, looked at her carefully, and brushed the bangs that were on her forehead with her hand.

Gu Yu felt an itch on his face, woke up, opened his eyes, but saw Mi Menglou's hand touching his face, exclaimed, and quickly sat up.

"I, I...... Don't be afraid, Gu Yu, I'll ......," Mi Menglou stammered.

Gu Yu glared at him, this old guy! Disgusting!

She got out of bed and grabbed the door, returned to the Whampoa mansion, and went out as soon as she entered the house and packed her luggage.

"Miss, where are you going?" Aunt Zhang hurriedly asked.

"Back to school." She replied.

"Won't it take another week to start school?"

"It's boring here, but it's fun at school."

"Does Mr. Nami know?"

"it!" She said angrily, ignoring Aunt Zhang's obstruction and went straight back to school.

The roommates haven't come back yet, and the room is icy cold.

She was still sulking in bed. Nima was originally admitted to the Conservatory, but in order to find the so-called father, he had an accident halfway, lost his memory and lost his speech, was displaced, and lived worse than a pig, delaying his studies for two whole years!

There is no such thing as luck in the world, and the four-leaf clover is just a good wish. From now on, I have to rely completely on myself, and I don't have any extravagant thoughts, except for myself, no one can be reliable!

In the evening, she went to the cafeteria to eat.

Only one cafeteria was open in the entire school. She asked for a noodle at the noodle window and sat at a table near the window and waited.

"The beef noodles are ready." The chef shouted and placed the two bowls of noodles on the countertop.

She got up to serve it, and the other person went too, and they both glanced at each other as they went to serve noodles at the same time.

Mu Rongheng!

"You, you also eat noodles." Her heart pounded after a dull afternoon, and seeing him was as kind as seeing a relative.

"Hmm." He coldly looked away and walked away with his face on.

She followed, sitting across from him.

He stopped his chopsticks and looked at her: "Do you have to eat with me?" ”

"Teacher Mu, our previous affairs have been written off, don't mention it again, I promise I won't kiss you again, don't be so fierce to me." She pleaded.

Her mother is gone, her only relative in this world is gone, and he is a friend left, so she wants to deal with the relationship with each other.

At the mention of the word kiss, Mu Rongheng felt that her lips were warm again, and a trace of sadness passed over his face, but he quickly regained his indifference.

She is only 8 years younger than herself, but there seems to be a generation gap between the two. Do these young people take the relationship between men and women so seriously? Does something as big as drinking water indifferent?!