Chapter 18: Don't go to Su Yuqing
In country m, it is the end of autumn and the beginning of winter.
The golden leaves all over the ground pave a romantic and blurred road.
A potbellied woman was walking slowly along the road.
Not far behind, a man in a camel coat followed slowly, with a gentle smile in his eyes.
"Ah!" The woman exclaimed and suddenly stopped.
The man's heart was tense, and three steps turned into two and ran up, "Weiwei, what's wrong?"
The woman called "Wei Wei" was very distressed and asked in confusion, "I don't remember what I'm going to do?"
The man heaved a sigh of relief, wrapped her hair scattered on his forehead to the back of his head, and coaxed softly, "It's alright! You just didn't rest well last night."
"Then what am I going to do?" The woman sighed, and there was a tinge of pain in her empty eyes, "I think I've been getting worse and worse recently, and I can't remember many things clearly. Aren't you sick?"
The man turned his face away and looked at the blue sky.
She has now even forgotten that she has Alzheimer's disease.
"Why don't you talk? Do you think I'm annoying and a burden?"
"How could it be? Weiwei, remember, you are an angel sent by God to me. I can't feel happiness in time, how can I feel that you are a burden? Don't think about it so much, let's go, you said yesterday that you are going to go today. Buy wool, make sweaters and knit scarves for your children!"
"Yes, yes, then let's go! I'm worried that the good-looking colors will be bought when I'm late."
"it is good!"
The store was crowded with people, and the man guarded the woman, cautiously, for fear that she would bump into her.
The boss was a middle-aged woman with blond hair and blue eyes. Seeing their eyes narrowed with laughter, "Here you come again? Weiwei, Yun Feng has been so kind to you, you are about to give birth and don't plan to Marry him? These days, there are fewer such good alcoholics. You should cherish it!"
"Madam, do we know each other?"
The face of the proprietress suddenly changed.
Mo Yunfeng kept Ling Zhiwei behind him and blinked at the proprietress.
When checking out, the proprietress frowned, "Weiwei, you already bought a box of pink ones last time. Are you running out of them so soon? Those who didn't know, thought you opened a store!"
Ling Zhiwei rubbed the fine wool yarn and said in surprise: "Madam, did you remember it wrong? This is the first time I have come to your store, and it is also the first time I have come to buy wool. It was Yun Feng who told me. I came here only if you can teach people to make sweaters!"
Boss lady:…
She has taught her no less than ten times.
Mo Yunfeng swiped the card and helped Ling Zhiwei to leave.
The proprietress chased after him, pulled Mo Yunfeng aside, and asked him quietly, "Is Weiwei ill?"
She and the Mo family are family friends, and she has always admired Mo Yunfeng as a junior.
Mo Yunfeng sighed, "Thank you for helping me keep the secret from her, I don't want her to feel sick. She loved too much in the first half of her life and suffered too many sins, now I just hope she can be happy every day. Just a little bit and forget about the unpleasantness."
On the way back, Ling Zhiwei was always gloomy, and she didn't care when Mo Yunfeng teased her.
Once at the villa, Ling Zhiwei locked herself in the bedroom.
She thought she must be sick.
As long as she thinks back to the past, her mind is blank.
Normal people shouldn't be like her!
But she asked Mo Yunfeng many times, and he all said that he had no problem, he was just too tired.
But if you are just too tired, will you really lose your memory?
Mo Yunfeng said that she had settled in country m after graduation.
She must find the clues that she once lived.
She rummaged through the cabinets in the bedroom, and finally found a locked brocade box.
Prying open the box, she took out a notebook.
On the title page is written a sentence:
"what!"
Mo Yunfeng rushed up, slammed open the door, and saw the woman huddled at the foot of the wall crying and trembling, her heart seemed to be caught by something in an instant.
Hearing the footsteps, the woman raised her head, "I have Alzheimer's disease, right? I have a husband named Su Yuqing, right?"
Mo Yunfeng was petrified all over.
"You...you remember everything?"
Ling Zhiwei threw the book at Mo Yunfeng's feet, "I'm going to see Su Yuqing, immediately, immediately!"
Mo Yunfeng took a deep breath and pulled up the woman huddled on the ground, "It's cold on the ground, you're a pregnant woman and can't stand the cold, I'll take you to see something, if you still want to find Su Yuqing after reading it, I'll immediately Book a flight to accompany you."
"it is good!"
Mo Yunfeng took out a letter from the locked drawer in the study.
"Look at it! This is what you must show me when you let me see it!"
Qing Jun's words came into view, and Ling Zhiwei knew that it was her own handwriting.