At half past one in the afternoon, I arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau in Tianfeng North City. Worried, I got out of the taxi and walked into the office lobby.

I told the staff that I would check my marital status. The strange gaze of the other party fixed on my face for a long time, and his lips moved, but finally he didn't say anything mean. People must have thought that my brain was in water, and I didn't even know my marital status.

The staff's fingers, expertly tapping on the computer keyboard, printed out my marital status and handed it to me. I took the snow-white A4 paper, pressed it tightly to my chest, closed my eyes and thought about it for a while. I opened my eyes decisively, took the piece of paper to my eyes, and examined the contents with mixed feelings.

I, sure enough, I was married to that Dr. Chu. The second month after we got the marriage certificate, we went through the divorce procedures. Dr. Chu's real name is Ma Chu. What really happened between me and him? Is there a flash marriage?

I am married to Luo Shicheng, and it is a second marriage. Luo Shicheng is the first marriage. The date of the marriage certificate is very close to the date of my divorce from Ma Chu, only a few months away. Oh my God, how can this be? After I divorced Ma Chu, I married Luo Shicheng in less than half a year. What can I do? In such a short period of time, he caught Luo Shicheng, the golden beetle son-in-law!

A woman who is married for the second time is so sought-after? Haven't you been affected by the slightest divorce?

I walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, got into a taxi, and went straight home. When I got to the door, I didn't want to go in. Home, once there is concealment or deception, I don't feel that it is home. What is the difference between concealment and deception? What is the difference between the two?

Why did Luo Shicheng hide the truth? He was so nice and gentle to me. When I was sick, he never disliked me and took care of me. Every morning, he waited quietly for me to wake up and tell me who he was. Then, as always, he will make breakfast for me. He doesn't ask me how much money I make for this family, he doesn't ask me how much housework to take, he doesn't ask me for anything. Such a husband makes me impeccable.

But why didn't he tell me the truth? How many other things did he have that he didn't tell me? Am I living in an illusion all the time? My current life is all made up by Luo Shi as me? I want to question Luo Shicheng and let him tell me all the truth! I want to know all the things that happened to me before I lost my memory.

The afternoon sun shone on the street in front of my door, reflecting my slender shadow, swaying slightly in the wind, lonely and helpless. If I can't even trust my husband, then who else can I trust in this world? At the thought of this, tears flowed down my eyes. I can't tell what I'm afraid of. I just felt very sad in my heart, and I felt a sense of disillusionment that bordered on despair. On this afternoon, I don't feel the meaning of life.

I walked towards the café "Story Station" deep down the street. I wanted to change the environment, let myself be quiet, and think about how to solve the problem. If the problem in front of me is really unsolvable, then I can choose to forget. As long as I don't keep a diary today, when I wake up tomorrow morning, I will forget everything that happened today.

I pushed open the door of the café and walked inside. There was not a single customer in the house, and the light from the window came in and was silently frozen in the air. A young man, with long shawl hair and black-rimmed glasses, stands inside the bar. He glanced up at me, didn't speak, and continued to look at the book in his hand. The scene in front of me seemed ethereal and eerie, and I was like a speck of dust wandering, unable to find a place to stay.

I approached the young boss. "Hey, bring me a cappuccino." My voice was ethereal and weak.

The boss looked up cutely and looked at me for a moment. "The old rule, exchanging stories for coffee, and refusing all monetary purchases."

I looked down and thought about it, and said to him, "My story is a bit messy, it's not too long, would you be interested in hearing it?" ”

"Yes, ma'am, please speak!" He closed the book in his hand, crossed his hands, and looked at me quietly.

I sat down on a barstool in front of the bar and cleared my throat. Unfortunately, before he could speak, tears fell first. He looked at me with pity and handed me a tissue.

I wiped away my tears and recounted incoherently: "Once upon a time there was a girl who grew up in loneliness. She had never even met her father and didn't know who his father was? Later, when she was in junior high school, her mother married abroad and left her alone in China. Later, the girl grew up and married a young and handsome doctor. But in the end, I don't know why the two divorced. After the girl divorced, she met a domineering and kind president, and they soon got married. However, soon after, the girl had an accident. Although she survived, she completely lost her memory. The president was very kind to her and never gave up, but he hid part of the truth from the girl. The girl's heart was at a loss and panicked, she felt that her husband had been cheating on her. She didn't know how much truth her husband was hiding from her. ”

I stopped talking, tears drenched my cheeks, and the pain in my heart suddenly became intense.

The boss handed me a cup of fragrant coffee and gently placed it in front of me. He turned away for a moment, and when he returned, he brought a chocolate mousse cake and placed it in front of my eyes.

I nodded at him gratefully and said, "Thank you." ”

He smiled silently, resting his cheek on one hand and looking at me. "Ma'am, do you think the truth is that important? The so-called truth is nothing more than what has happened. Besides, truth is not exactly the same as facts. The truth is often always hidden behind the facts, and only those with wisdom can discover it. Sometimes, what you see with your eyes is not necessarily the truth. What is the truth in this world? I'm afraid only philosophers would be interested in playing with this question all the time. ”

I looked thoughtfully at the edgy and handsome boss and asked weakly, "If you were the girl in the story, what would you do?" ”

He smiled indifferently, and the corners of his lips went up, drawing a beautiful line. "If I were that girl, I would cherish my life now. Any truth is bullshit, it's just a phantom in the course of life. Only the present moment is the most important, so we have to live in the present. ”

The gloomy mist floating in my heart gradually dissipated and receded, shining into a ray of sunshine through the muffled cracks. I thanked my boss gratefully and got up to leave.

As I got to the door, I heard the boss shouting behind me, "Ma'am, you're welcome!" Looking forward to your next story. ”

I turned my head and smiled at him, feeling much happier. It turns out that the charm of pouring out is so great that it can even make the stone in your heart fall to the ground.

I went home and closed the door. From my bag, I took out my diary. This notebook carries my current memory, and I take it with me wherever I go. I took off my coat, changed into loungewear, and went straight to my bedroom on the second floor.

I leaned back at the head of the bed, bent my knees, and put my journal on my knees, ready to write something down. I recorded the row of shops in front of my house, and recorded that I went to see Dr. Chu. Next, it's time to record the truth found today.

But I hesitated to hold the pen and couldn't make up my mind. My husband loves me so much, and I should love him instead of being suspicious of him. What is the intention of that Dr. Chu to tell me all this? Is he trying to sow discord between me and my husband?

I was depressed, and I was fighting in my heart with no end. Did the world come first with chickens or eggs? I feel like I'm running into this infinite loop of questions, and I don't know how to answer them. My eyes became tired and I didn't know when I fell asleep.

The next morning, I was woken up by a phone call from Luo Shicheng. His voice, it sounded tired.

On the morning of the third day, Luo Shicheng's phone rang on time. His voice, weak and worrisome.

On the morning of the fourth day, Luo Shicheng's voice on the phone became intermittent and weak. Beside him, someone seemed to be urging him to say: It's time to enter the operating room! Oh my God, what the hell happened to him? Is he sick himself, or is he about to operate on a patient?

I lived day after day in solitude, and every morning I would receive a call from Zhang Xun asking how I was doing at home. Every morning, I will continue to work, reviewing the emails in the "Worry Relief Mailbox". In the afternoon, I would start writing in the afternoon, write the story of the person I confided, and then submit it to the editor of the magazine.

It was another early morning, and I was woken up by the sound of heavy breathing. I opened my eyes in amazement to see a sturdy man lying beside me. He pouted his lips and frowned deeply. My gaze followed his lips and moved downward, screaming unconsciously, and I got up to try to escape. His front chest was wrapped in a thick white gauze that oozed red blood. Did he just come back from the battlefield?

But one of his arms went over my waist and wrapped it around me tightly, as if he was afraid that I would fall under the bed. I sat up slowly, lifting my leg to slip down, but I didn't want one of his thick thighs to weigh heavily on mine, and I couldn't pull out.

"Hi wife, are you awake? I am your husband, Luo Shicheng. He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes darkened, the corners of his mouth turned to one side, and he looked at my predecessor in a wicked manner. I followed his gaze suspiciously, looked at myself, let out a loud "ah", and shrank into the covers. This man must have done it! I thought indignantly.

Only then did I feel the strangeness of my body, and I was ashamed of myself. He laughed out loud, as if enjoying my shame. Is he a sadist?

I looked at him disapprovingly and muttered, "Aren't you hurt?" You're all like this, and you still have the strength to do that? ”

He smiled wickedly and said, "Wife, that thing doesn't all require physical strength. When I can't do it, I only need to move my fingers, and I can send you to the Peach Blossom Spring. ”

My breathing became foggy and I held his hand tightly. He snorted coldly and reluctantly pulled away. "Wife, spare you first, and then I'll talk about it when I'm healed."

"Why don't you go to the hospital? You're so badly injured that you should be hospitalized. I looked horrified at the bloody bandages on his chest.

"In the morning, the doctor would come to my home to change my dressing, so I didn't have to go to the hospital. By the way, I have to keep my injuries secret and don't tell anyone. Do you remember? ”

I nodded blankly, but insisted that he go to the hospital. I was afraid that if he stayed at home, his life would be in danger. I got out of bed, wrapped myself in a white sheet, picked up the phone at the bedside, and said to him: "I can't listen to you about this matter, I will call the hospital's emergency number and send you to the hospital." What if you die? ”

He wanted to see that I was going to make a phone call and sat up eagerly. Perhaps due to the violent movement, bright red blood oozed from the wound. He shouted urgently: "Bing'er, put down the phone, I have a gunshot wound!" Do you understand, it's a gunshot wound. If I am admitted to the hospital, it will attract the attention of the police and cause unnecessary trouble! ”

I vaguely realized the seriousness of the situation, put down the phone, and helped him to lie down slowly. Who the hell is he? How could you get a gunshot wound? And the most strange thing is that they didn't dare to go to the hospital. What havoc did he experience? Who gets into a shootout?