Stay Safe

A suspicious thought came to Huang Jiao's mind, and she blurted out, "Have you lost your memory?"

Xiao Jin smiled lightly, noncommittal.

Huang Jiao thought it was strange, and it was slightly different from the first time she saw her, but she couldn't tell what was different, after all, she was not very familiar with her.

Xiao Jin looked at her with sincerity. It was obviously a request, but it gave people the feeling that he couldn't refuse: "Sister Huang, don't tell anyone about me and you today, including my cousin."

Huang Jiao was confused.

It's okay not to tell others, and she's not a big mouth, but if she doesn't tell her cousin, she's not at ease. After all, Xiao Jin was introduced by her cousin. There was a car accident, and there was such a big thing as suspected memory loss...

Seeing her embarrassment, Xiao Jin took out her mobile phone and, under Huang Jiao's nose, found Lu Ling's number in the address book and dialed it.

"Cousin, where are you? I'm on a business trip? There's something I want to tell you." Xiao Jin said in a small way, "I was scratched by someone while driving a car two days ago. I'm fine, don't worry, you're busy. No need to come back, Sister Huang took care of me for two days, yes, Sister Huang Jiao..."

Xiao Jin finally gave Huang Jiao the phone, Huang Jiao and Lu Ling said a few words, and finally let go of this heart.

Xiao Jin put away her phone, nodded at Huang Jiao, and thanked her in a gentle tone, "I'm sorry to trouble Sister Huang."

Huang Jiao waved her hand: "No trouble, no trouble."

"I'll invite you to dinner with my cousin another day." Xiao Jin looked up at the sky and said goodbye politely, "Sister Huang, I have something to do, I'll go first."

Huang Jiao didn't know that she had real amnesia and fake amnesia, so she asked, "Where are you going?"

Xiao Jin replied, "Go back to where you live."

"be careful."

"I will."

Huang Jiao didn't speak any more, and watched her back, full of doubts in her heart.

Is this amnesia? Still no memory? Also, what is her relationship with that blind date?

Xiao Jin went to the roadside to wait for the car. She originally wanted to learn how to use the taxi app on Muxianxi, but she just took out her mobile phone, but she put it back and looked at the busy traffic in front of her, like an old friend she hadn't seen in a long time.

The tears in Muzhenxi's eyes when she got up just now, unexpectedly appeared in front of her eyes again.

Xiao Jin frowned and stood in a trance.

When a taxi stopped by the side of the road, the driver lowered the window and asked her where she was going. Xiao Jin neatly opened the back door, sat down, and articulated, "Jingtai Garden."

This is the address she wrote down before deleting the contact details of the agency.

The determination of Muzhenxi to send her away was too strong, Xiao Jin just took this opportunity to go back to see what clues were in the house. She did remember something, the scene of the car accident that day.

The pickup truck that suddenly rushed out, the violent impact, the blood in the field of vision, and…

Wooden pillow creek hoarse cry.

Xiao Jin grabbed her palm with her fingernails and calmly looked out the window at the backward building.

The driver parked the car at the gate of the community. Xiao Jin was not proficient in electronic payment, so he habitually took out his wallet. When he opened it, he found that there was an extra stack of banknotes, which was stuffed bulgingly into the wallet.

Xiao Jin stroked the stack of money lightly with her fingers, her eyes flashed with warmth, and the lines on her face softened. Then she closed the wallet again, took out her mobile phone, and paid step by step under the guidance of the driver and the faint impatience. Car money, push the door to get off.

With the access control and keys in the bag, Xiao Jin entered the community without any hindrance, looked at the surrounding environment unhurriedly, and followed the building sign to find the building where he lived. The current community is much more advanced than before. Xiao Jin recalled Muxianxi's previous actions, swiped the elevator card, and pressed the floor.

Thirty floors.

One ladder for two households saves Xiao Jin the time to go door to door.

The door of the house she rents is also electronically locked, and the fingerprint and digital password are double-insured. The fingerprint is easy to say, but she does not know the password.

Xiao Jin stood at the door for a while, his eyes slowly settled down, and he pursed his lips and entered a series of numbers, Muxianxi's birthday.

891014.

She stared unblinkingly at the light on the door lock.

The indicator light turns from red to green, on.

A faint smile flashed across Xiao Jin's eyes.

She opened the door, stepped in, turned on the lamp on the wall, and illuminated the huge living room.

Compared to the small two-bedroom house in Wooden Pillow Creek, which is simple but warmly furnished and obviously popular, this house looks extraordinarily empty and cold. The color is mainly gray and white, because there is no one living for a week, there is a thin layer of gray on the floor and coffee table.

Xiao Jin took a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet in the entrance and put them on, glanced at the withered lilies in the vase on the dining table, and walked towards the closed door in front of him.

Pushing it open, a large bed comes into view. The whole room is not so clean and simple as it is deserted. Apart from the bed, there is nothing superfluous.

There is a book thicker than a brick on the bedside table. Xiao Jin stepped forward and flipped through it. It was all in English. Her English in high school was already very good, and she roughly recognized it as a comparative literature theory written by an American scholar. The book, which also has a lot of annotations in English, should be her own handwriting.

Nothing of value was found in the room, Xiao Jin opened the door of the study next to the bedroom, looked up and was stunned.

Compared with the bedroom, this study is like a living place, with sofas, blankets, floor lamps, a thick wool carpet under the sunny window of the study, and a lazy sofa in the corner, not far away. It is a bookshelf that occupies an entire wall, and the desk is larger than the average desk. In addition to the computer, there are several books spread out. The computer screen is dark, but the mouse indicator light is on, obviously it is still in standby mode.

She's not a lazy person, and it's not hard to deduce that she used the computer before going out that day, flipped through those books, and probably planned to come back and continue reading.

Xiao Jin turned on the computer screen, because she had to enter the password to unlock it because she had been on standby for too long. This time, she did not hesitate to enter the same number as the door lock. The screen was unlocked unexpectedly. Half of the paper: "Comparison and Research on Chinese and British Romantic Thought in the View of Modernity".

Xiao Jin didn't move those books, but flipped through the information on the computer, and had a preliminary understanding of the profession he was doing now.

She looked down and fell into the drawer of the desk, and found a document bag on the top. She opened it, took out the paper inside, read it word by word, and found that it was an appointment letter from Lincheng University.

Xiao Jin put the documents aside and continued to rummage through the boxes.

***

After Muzhenxi sent Xiao Jin away, he returned home in a hurry, closed the door, locked it, and the same "click" sound sounded a bit empty at the moment.

Muzhenxi stood at the door and took a deep breath, changed his shoes step by step, took off the bag and hung it on the floor hanger by the door, poured water to drink, went into the kitchen, heated the leftover dishes at noon, and sat alone at the dining table Eat slowly.

Today, the image of Xiao Jin buying her ice cream lingers in his mind.

Mu Zhenxi sighed heavily, put down his chopsticks, walked quickly into the study, sat in front of the desk, turned on the computer, put the tablet in front of him, rested his left hand on the keyboard, and held a pressure-sensitive pen with his right hand.

She closed her eyes, and opened them again, with no distractions, her fingers moved slightly, and then the tip of the pen flew fast.

A young and beautiful girl in a high school uniform appeared on the paper.

Wooden Pillow Creek stared intently at the screen as time passed by minute by minute.

The setting sun is like gold, there are large flocculent white clouds floating in the sky, and the sunset glows the sky into a clear warm yellow. The girl in the school uniform in front of the canteen put one hand in her jacket pocket, walked over casually, tilted her head, pointed at The camera bit her lip and smiled slightly, holding a strawberry-flavored ice cream in her hand and handing it forward.

Wooden pillow creek lies in front of the case, the corner of his lips raises a smile that he has never noticed before, and carefully outlines the girl's eyes with a paintbrush, a pair of eyes that are as gentle as lake water and can talk.

Wooden Pillow Stream's gaze moved from the center of the computer to the lower right corner, and she has been sitting for three hours since she came in. She rubbed her face and breathed a long sigh of relief. The stagnation in her heart was almost relieved. She signed and dated the picture and posted it on Weibo.

She has a Weibo and registered it very early. She originally shared some drawings. She didn't cover it up. She used her initials as a nickname. After the game in her hand became popular, it was picked up as the main beauty, and a large number of new fans poured in. It has more than 100,000 fans now. This is her private Weibo, and she never mentions the game, so it's fairly clean.

【I hope you will always be strawberry flavored】

Wooden pillow stream lowered his eyes, edited the text peacefully and calmly, paused with his fingertips, thought about adding a tag for ten years, and sent it.

Ignore the comments in the comment area, this is a painting for her to see, and it is also a way for her to relieve stress. After today, maybe she can really let go.

Mu Zhenxi smiled, turned off the computer, massaged the sore right wrist with her left hand, and her eyes fell on something next to the computer that was covered by a red silk cloth. When Xiao Jin came, she deliberately covered it.

The relaxed and relieved smile in her eyes disappeared, and her fingers pinched the corner of the silk cloth and slowly opened it.

It was a picture frame, a kind and kind old lady, and a tall, thin girl with a bright smile in a white washed school uniform standing beside the old lady. It's just that the rules of this photo frame are too different from the usual ones. Its height is far more than its width, as if a part of it was deliberately cut off.

Mu Zhenxi's fingers touched the old man's face through the cold glass, heat surged up in his eyes, and he whispered, "Grandma."

***

Xiao Jin sat on the floor of the study with his eyes absent-minded. In front of him, there were all kinds of things that were turned out from the drawers. There was everything, but nothing about the wooden pillow stream.

What happened to these ten years...? !

Xiao Jin clenched his fists tightly, breathing quickly, with a roaring desire hidden in his heart, and couldn't wait to find an outlet.

The phone in her pocket vibrated, Xiao Jin regained her senses, let out a heavy breath, and took a look at it blankly. It was a reminder from Weibo that she paid special attention to, and she clicked in.

MZX891014:

【#10# I hope you will always be strawberry flavored [picture]]

Xiao Jin couldn't understand what kind of app this was, but in an instant he recognized who this person was.

Her breath stagnated, and her eyes were almost filled with tears, and then her heart suddenly beat violently.

Xiao Jin got up from the ground in embarrassment and staggered towards the door.