Li Yiwen sat in a stiff wooden chair behind his desk in his study, and there was a copy of "Cognitive Neuroscience" on the desk in front of him, but his eyes did not fall on the book, but on the shiny platinum ring on his left ring finger next to the book. This was chosen by his daughter for him and his wife, on their wedding anniversary? Oh, he frowned, he couldn't remember exactly. He has really been married for so long, some things are different from his ideals, he always thought that he would marry An Xiaowen, that delicate and amorous woman, but he never thought that she would be so unbearable, and she opened her legs to a little rural hooligan. Although before that he had already ...... He lowered his head and closed the book, his mind in a mess. He stretched out his right hand and pulled open the second drawer under the desk, there was nothing special in it except for some bill-like lists, and this time he remembered that he had quit smoking for 10 months, for his daughter, yes, for his daughter...... He thrust his desk, leaned back, and looked up at the ceiling. Li Yiwen is a serious and reserved person, who has searched up and down in neuroscience, galloping left and right, and is a strange old scholar who is lonely but content. But this was not the case when he was young, he made no fewer mistakes than young people now, who has not been young, who will not be old. The young man who did the bad thing is now old, and he is still the one who did the bad thing, and time will not wash away the sins on his body. He still remembered that drizzling afternoon, and An Xiaowen's crying face, and how he resolutely left, in him, in his ...... Oh, how he wished he could have Alzheimer's or something, amnesia, yes, amnesia, he wanted to forget the past, but the more he wanted to forget, the clearer he remembered. An Xiaowen didn't seem to blame him, but he knew how uncomfortable she felt in her heart, and she always thought that she had caused the current situation. But what she didn't know...... She didn't know too much. He Li Yiwen is a cowardly bastard, a bastard, a bastard who is not worth her thoughts at all. Can I? Tell her, tell him at the time, tell her that she was beaten up by a little man. However, the pain I endured was undoubtedly the same as the feeling of being buried, it was so terrifying and so terrifying. I just want to run away and throw everything, everything. Li Yiwen closed his eyes and frowned, his whole face distorted by painful memories. He knew that he would not be able to escape this mental torture in his entire life in the future, no matter how many good deeds he did, how many patients on the verge of death he rescued, no matter how much he took care of An Xiaowen's sick daughter, oh, daughter, he also had a daughter. Look, just look, sooner or later I will be tormented to death by the sins of my youth.

Just when Li Yiwen fell into painful memories and couldn't extricate himself, the phone in his study rang, he bounced up from the comfortable mahogany seat as if he had received an electric shock, he looked at the beating telephone, his eyes were full of gratitude and dazed looks, and his daughter's crisp voice came from the staircase: "Dad, someone is looking for you, I will turn it directly, you can take it quickly, I have to make a call." ”

Li Yiwen's study is on the second floor, the first room on the first floor, and the sound downstairs can usually be heard clearly.

"Okay, right away!" he replied to his daughter in a hoarse voice.

Then there was a clatter of slippers rubbing against the floor, and the daughter walked away. Maybe go to see her "Grey's Anatomy" again, and under his influence, his daughter is particularly interested in medicine, and even leisure and entertainment always have to be a little bit of a sideline. But who is she going to call from her home phone, Li Yiwen is a little curious. Maybe it was her mother, her mother had gone to Hong Kong, and her old sister, before leaving, she seemed to hear her daughter ask her mother to bring her something. Hey~ A woman is always inseparable from these vain things, even his daughter is no exception. Other than that, he couldn't think of anyone else, someone who used a home phone instead of a mobile phone.

"Hey!" he grabbed the phone, his voice calm and composed, as if he hadn't experienced the painful memories of what he had just done.