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Today is New Year's Day, the first day of the new year.

Su Qiannian went to Beijing to go home for the New Year.

But I don't want to go back to the community to see Li Xinqiao's face.

Naturally, I was left alone.

And Song Zhichen has only been in this city for three days, and he may not know anyone.

Then having dinner with him won't seem too lonely.

Besides, he helped me today, so I should treat him to a meal.

It's just that it's still early.

Noon hasn't passed yet.

I thought about it for a while and smiled and said, "It's still early, why don't you go through the general inspection, I'll invite you to lunch?"

Song Zhichen turned sideways, made way for me, and said with a smile in his eyes, "Okay, listen to you."

I was familiar with the city and soon found a Chinese restaurant in an inconspicuous location.

I got out of the car and slipped my satchel on my body.

As soon as he wanted to close the car door, he heard Song Zhichen's clear voice say, "Jiujiu, I remember that you said before that you love to eat the food I cook."

My thoughts were surging in my heart, but I still looked at Song Zhichen with an unchanged face, and said to him with a smile: "Chief Inspector, I am Gu Xi, at least for now."

At least I don't remember saying that.

"I know, but today is New Year's Day." Song Zhichen was silent, put his hand on the roof of the car, and proposed, "Jiujiu, shall we go home for dinner?"

Go home? Back to what?!

Before I could speak, Song Zhichen looked at me a little aggressively and said, "Today's holiday, you have to accompany me."

I don't think I could refuse him.

There was a force in my heart that prompted me to say yes to him.

Prompting me to move closer to him.

In my memory, Song Zhichen is an omnipotent person.

Many girls in college admired him, even boys.

And I am the one who looks at him from afar, and I dare not admire him.

It's his forever classmate next door.

Back in the car, Song Zhichen reminded me, "That address just now."

Did he just say the address to his home?

I drove silently to an upscale neighborhood.

Then follow his instructions and drive into the parking garage.

Song Zhichen's home was deliberately renovated.

Milky white curtains with a row of verdant potted plants under the curtains.

The branches and leaves are elegantly pruned and stylish.

In the middle of the potted plant, there is a staircase that is just wide and narrow.

When his heart is bleeding, he can step on it and look out the window.

Even the sofas are individually made and come in different colors.

It doesn't look like a home for a single man.

There's warmth everywhere in it.

It's a little different from his indifference.

Anyone who knows Song Zhichen knows that he is the kind of person who is cold on the outside and cold on the inside.

I used to feel the same way in my heart, but now it completely breaks my perception.

Song Zhichen bent down slightly, reached out and took out a pair of slippers from the side and handed them to me.

Then he said in a soft tone: "Change your shoes, you can play casually to pass the time, and I'll cook for you."

Flattered, I quickly took the slippers from his hand and thanked him, saying, "Thank you, you are so polite."

"It's not polite."

Song Zhichen stared at me, and wanted to say something, but he was silent after all.

He turned and went to another room, and when he came out, he changed into a set of household clothes.

A slightly tight-fitting V-neck light grey sweater.

There is also a pair of slim-fitting light gray trousers.

He was tall and looked handsome.

He probably saw me standing in the living room, hooked his lips and smiled, "Don't be restrained, I'll cook."

Well, he said uninhibited.

He went into the kitchen, and I took a look around his apartment.

Except for the bedroom, I can't rush there.

Everything else, I'm satisfied.

It is one's favorite style.

Is it your favorite...... Thinking of this, I suddenly turned my head to look at the man who was still busy in the kitchen.

I remembered what he had said.

He seemed to know me very well.

It dawned on me what he meant by the fact that he wanted to bring me over.

He wanted to wake me up with something familiar.

Since it happened, I can't play dumb anymore.

All of Song Zhichen's clues are telling me one thing-

I, Gu Xi, without knowing it, have a broken memory and forget some things.

But what have you forgotten?

I hesitated into the kitchen and looked at the man chopping vegetables, his hands were so beautiful.

Particularly slender and fair-skinned.

He seemed to sense me coming in, and turned his head to look at me, with a light in his eyes that I couldn't say with tenderness.

Song Zhichen asked me softly, "Are you hungry?" Wait a little longer. ”

His voice was soft, as if he were afraid of disturbing me.

I shook my head and asked him, "Do you need my help?"

He smiled and asked me, "What will you help?"

"I know how to cook."

"Can cook?" He put down the knife in his hand, took out a few potatoes from the refrigerator and put them in the sink, and said to me, "Forget it, if you don't blow up the kitchen, it's okay, or come and wash the potatoes for me."

He thought I couldn't cook.

The time I didn't know how to cook was before I was 20 years old.

The year I did my college internship was exactly 19 years old.

"Song Zhichen, I can cook, I can do it when I am 20 years old." I endured the churning in my heart, pursed my lips and finally asked, "What I want to ask is, was I about nineteen years old in that year in Beijing?"

Hearing me say this, he finally relaxed: "Are you finally willing to face it?"

Then Song Zhichen turned around and walked out of the living room, and I hurriedly followed him out.

He went into his bedroom, took out a dark photo album box, and put it in my hand.

I knew that if I turned this page, I would fall into another world, another life.

But I was motivated by curiosity in my heart.

My hands trembled and I tried to open the dark black album.

Song Zhichen suddenly pressed my hand, looked at me with a torch, and said in a miraculously soothing voice: "Jiujiu, it's not so terrible here."

It's not that scary......

Yes, not the Flood Beast.

I slowly opened it, my fingers brushing over the photograph on it.

After all, I couldn't help the surging in my heart, and I shed tears sadly.

I slowly flipped through them one by one, and Song Zhichen suddenly reached out and threw the album on the ground.

He jerked me in his arms, pressed my head his chest, and said, "That's enough, ninety-nine!" If it's sad, we won't look at it. ”

But I can't help it, I've seen it.

I've seen those pictures!

Photos of me and Song Zhichen together, many photos of me with him!

Six years ago, I was very simple, and I looked like a stupid college student who had just come out of society.

Laughing so happily beside him.

Laughing so contentedly.

Song Zhichen is right, he has never lied to me.

I was really missing something in my heart.

I may have done a lot of things wrong in the time I didn't know.

Something must have happened to me!

I couldn't stop crying, I couldn't stop crying, and I asked him, "Song Zhichen, why did I forget you?"

"I also want to know, why did you forget me."

Song Zhichen touched my head and reassured me, "Do you want to know?" Let's look it up. ”

"I also want to know what happened to my Jiujiu during that time, why did you forget me?"

What time was that time?

And my relationship with him, I'm curious.

I said the question in my heart and said, "Song Zhichen, when did that time mean?" What was the relationship between us back then? ”

"You like me, what do you think?"

He skipped my first question.

But he said I liked him?

When we met in college ten years ago, I just thought he was too good to climb, but he never had any crooked thoughts.

Because I was very self-aware at the time.

I won't mess with people I can't afford to mess with.

But with his own words, I don't know if what he said is true or not.

So when he said that, I reached out and gently pushed him away.

Lisso withdrew from his arms.

Song Zhichen saw me like this, and subconsciously pursed his lips, a little sad.

I want to say something, but ...... I can't say it when it's blocked in my throat.

Maybe it was too embarrassing, Song Zhichen reached out and rubbed the soft hair on the top of my head, and said in a slightly pleasant voice: "I'll cook for you."

He bent down and picked up the album on the floor, placed it on the table beside him, and went into the kitchen.

When he entered, I wiped tears from my face and walked a few steps to the table.

My hands trembled, my heart curious, and I opened the dark album again.

A few photos from the front, I've just seen.

Song Zhichen still had a cold face, but I seemed very happy next to him, I knew myself.

If I didn't like it, I wouldn't have made this expression, maybe Song Zhichen was right.

I used to like him.

But why?

I flipped to the next page of the photo, which was a photo of me with another girl.

A girl who laughs very happily, similar to Dong Fo.

What's her name?

I pulled out the photo to see if there was a note on the back, but I didn't expect it to be real!

September 13, 2009, Gu Xi, Ji Luo.

Ji Luo, the girl's name is Ji Luo.

This photo is from six years ago.

I hurriedly flipped out all the photos in front of me, and the time was all from that year.

All of them!

But my memory was wrong, I remember that I did an internship in the city for two years!

Never left here and never went to Beijing for an internship.

Wrong! Two years.

I've been interning for two years, shouldn't it be just one year of internship?

I thought about what had happened.

It seems that in those two years, I have really lived a blur.

How fuzzy is it?

I probably forgot about it, and I never thought about it.

The trajectory of my life has been erased for a while.

My resume, the people around me, the cities and experiences I've lived in, have all been erased.

This is a terrible thing!

If I have amnesia, why doesn't my dad know?

Even my dad called me cranky.

There's no way he could lie to me.

What's going on here?

I resisted the surprise in my heart, and flipped to the last photo, which was nothing special.

All of this only makes me sure that I did live in Beijing for a year.

I did work in Beijing for a year.