Seventy-ninth bowl of soup (1)

[She should have returned to him, forget the past, and live a happy life with him. When Qing Huan wakes up, his brain hurts. She opened her eyes and saw a piece of white snow, and the unique smell of disinfectant water told her that this should be a hospital. she was……

Wait a minute, how did she get here?

who is she?

She just tried to think about this problem, and she felt that her headache was not enough. She reached out to rub her forehead, but found that her wrist was sore. When she lifted it up, she discovered that it was wrapped in layers of gauze, and it seemed to have suffered a serious injury, with faint red blood stains leaking out.

what happened……

she was……

At this time, the door of the ward was opened, and a middle-aged nurse walked in. She was taken aback when she saw her wake up, and then smiled: "Are you awake?"

"Hello." She realized that her voice was also hoarse, "Why am I here..."

"Huh?" The nurse froze for a while, and then sighed, "You, why are you so young, why are you looking for death? Do you know how many people in this world want to live? Look at the next ward. You don’t want to die, but it’s okay for you, you don’t cherish your life at all. From your hospitalization to now, there is no one to see you, you girl—"

Nagging, but every sentence is for Qinghuan's sake. Qing Huan couldn't remember what happened, she listened quietly, and then asked: "Excuse me, can you help me arrange a time for an inspection? I don't remember anything."

The nurse was talking, and she opened her mouth wide in shock when she heard this sentence. Qinghuan smiled slightly at her, her heart was calm and clear, she really didn't remember anything, and she didn't know if she could remember it.

This is a big deal!

The results of the examination came out very quickly. The doctor could not explain the situation, and could only treat it as an accident. There were no measures or treatments for this. Therefore, after the examination, her physical skills were all normal. The only thing she can do is to ask her to come back for checkups regularly after she is discharged from the hospital, so as not to miss any problems.

Qinghuan found her home according to the information about her ascension to the throne in the hospital. In fact, she had better rest in the hospital for a while. The doctor was also worried that she would continue to seek death because her previous act of cutting her wrist was too scary and she could still be saved. It's a miracle. If it weren't for Qinghuan's repeated assurances that she would not find short-sightedness, the enthusiastic doctors and nurses would never agree to let her be discharged.

She lives in a very high-end community and it can be seen that she is very rich. But all this is too strange to Qinghuan, she doesn't remember anything, and she doesn't like the furnishings here-the overwhelming pink, as if the owner is still alive in the world of impractical dolls. But there has never been a fairy tale in the adult world. She was not sober and chose to commit suicide. What happened before that?

Because the left hand still hurts and can't do any heavy work, Qinghuan can only take off the overwhelming pink lace, and put away everything that can be put away, so that the house will be much more refreshed. She sat on the sofa and sighed.

The daylight here is very good. It stands to reason that living in such a place should be in a good mood, but without the memory, she is really in a heavy mood and knows nothing about her past. This feeling is terrible.

Qing Huan sat for a while and went to the bedroom. She should have cut her wrist in the bathroom of the bedroom, because the blood here has dried up, but no one has cleaned it. She stared at the pool of blood in awe, the smell of blood had faded, but the color alone made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

She used to not cherish her life like that.

There was another sharp pain in her wrist, she touched it, took a deep breath, and walked out.

In the next hour, she turned on her personal computer and found a series of things, such as the real estate certificate, passbook, ID card, and so on, and barely understood her identity. An orphan whose parents have died, was adopted by a friend of his parents, and moved out to live alone after he was admitted to college. She is very rich, really very rich. Her parents left her with a huge corporate empire, but unfortunately she doesn't like this business. So far, she has been entrusted to professional agents to manage it. She studied fine art, and she was just a named general manager in the company, no matter what. Fortunately, the agent is a friend of her parents and treats her sincerely.

There are group photos in the study, and I can see that I have a very good relationship with them. The couple also looks very friendly, holding her shoulders affectionately, and they are always in the album—and their children.

From a little big boy, to a handsome boy, to a mature youth, to an elegant adult man, Qinghuan gently stroked the man in the photo, and tears fell.

She didn't know what happened to her, but when she saw this person, she felt her heart aches.

With a snap, Qing Huan closed the album, she even took all the photos, and then locked them in the drawer-there was nothing to see, it would only make her sad.

Then she sat there in a daze, turned on her mobile phone, whether in Moments of Friends or the Internet, basically every status she posted had something to do with that man. They were even very close and very close. It was obvious that their relationship was absolutely absolute. not simple.

Is it a boyfriend?

If so, why is he not by her side, never seen her, and never sent a message to her?

Later, I saw some states that were only visible to her, which was a very strange self to her. Every word is full of crazy paranoia, and there are even pictures of self-harm, and suicidal words.

Very sad and desperate, I feel that there is no hope in life-just because the man proposed to break up.

Why didn't we break up, because Qinghuan committed suicide the next day.

She sighed, still feeling sad, and did not delete it, because it was all her past. It is very precious to her who has no memory, but she does not want to live in the past. She feels that the reason why she would inexplicably forget these are heaven’s arrangements. What she has to do is to live again and live well. Instead of continuing to indulge in the past.

Feeling sad to see that man, she put up all the photos, feeling confused about doing nothing, she just finds something to do to keep herself busy, she will always get better, she believes so.

So she applied for a new online account, and none of the people she knew before in the address book were added. She sent the first message: Hi, myself, hello.

With a picture of the setting sun just taken. The clouds on the horizon are bright and dazzling, it is obviously dusk, but there is a magical feeling of exuberant life. She feels like this Yunxia, ​​the daytime is a memory that has passed, after Yunxia, ​​a new day will come again.

That's what she should grasp.

She thinks that that person will be sad and wants to shed tears, so don't think about it. If the person you like makes her feel so sad, and the sad person has to cut so many wounds on her wrist, it's better not to like it.

She packed up a lot of things in pairs, and then threw them away. Later, she sat in an empty room and felt empty, and then remembering that she had a lot of money, she simply called and contacted the decoration company to change her home. .

All the pink girlish lace dolls were thrown away, and she didn't want anything in the past. Changed to a clean minimalist style, bought a new bookshelf, a new desk, and arranged a new studio, only to find that the studio was filled with the appearance of that man. Gentle, happy, sad, angry... and unfeeling.

She lost everything.

There are a lot of cute pettiskirts in the closet, and Qinghuan didn't keep it. Just decorating the new home will have to be a long time toss. These are all her plans, and she has to take her time.

But on the Internet that same day, when she was sitting in the living room eating takeaway, someone suddenly rang the doorbell.

She was stunned when she saw through the cat's eyes, it was the man in the album. She remembered... it seemed to be called Liang Ze. In those circles of friends who showed affection, she was always called Aze Azze, but he didn't know why, he finally proposed to break up.

Qing Huan hesitated to open the door, but Liang Ze said: "I know you are at home, Qing Huan, open the door quickly."

She opened the door very obediently. Liang Ze was a head taller than her. She was already very tall, so she still had to look up at him. Then I found that real people look better compared to photos. The sense of familiarity and sourness made Qing Huan want to cry. She wanted to rush into this person's arms, hug him tightly, complain about him, accuse him, and act coquettishly with him.

But she knew she couldn't do anything. She just looked at this person and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Why are you discharged from the hospital?"

The two asked in unison, but Qinghuan answered first: "I think I'm fine, so I don't want to stay there anymore."

"Is it really okay? You still have to change the dressing. What should you do about your daily life? Who will take care of you?" Liang Ze carried the lunch box in his hand and walked in naturally, first being scared by the empty living room, and then watching The takeaway at the dinner table frowned, "Don't eat this kind of junk food, I made you dinner and brought it."

Qing Huan walked to the dinner table and sat down, watching Liang Ze skillfully open the lunch box, arrange the dishes one by one, and put a pair of chopsticks to her. She took care of her care habits. Photos and Moments are all like this, he has been taking care of her.

Is it because you are tired, so you want to break up with her?

After taking two bites, Qing Huan didn't want to eat it anymore, "You don't need this, the takeaway is actually quite delicious."

"Don't you like to eat takeaway?" That's why he practiced good cooking skills.

Qing Huan looked at him: "I don't remember anything."

Liang Ze knew that he had a meeting to be held today. After the meeting, he rushed to the hospital and learned that the person had been discharged. He asked the doctor carefully, and then came over after dinner, knowing that she...don't remember anything. "I know."

She smiled at Liang Ze, "So you don't have to be so troublesome, I can do it all by myself."

It's been a long time since they broke up. She has been lying in the hospital for several months.