After the cold cannon fodder became terminally ill, the whole family was panicked

Chu Zizhao was not in S City when he received the call.

He is at the Chu family's old house in the neighboring province.

Chu Zizhao's voice was hoarse, and his sharp jawline was buried by his unkempt blue stubble.

He doesn't look like a tech upstart at all.

Between his rough fingers, a dark red light flickered in the smoke, and there were quite a few cigarette butts scattered on the ground.

During the few days he spent in the Chu family's old house, he did not find the answers he wanted.

The whole thing became more and more confusing, and even a little bit eerie.

The Chu family moved to S City for business reasons, but Aunt Rui, the family's aunt, stayed in W Town because of her advanced age.

Aunt Rui had gray hair and a bent back. When she saw Chu Zizhao, she couldn't hide her joy on her face: "Second Young Master, are you back at the old house?"

Chu Zizhao supported her: "I came back to find something."

Aunt Rui said, "I remember everything you said last time on the phone. This time I asked the young people to sort it out. It was only more than ten years ago. I am old now, but it always feels like it was just yesterday."

The Chu family's old house is still well maintained after so many years.

The bluestone floor was wet with rain, and the Jiangnan courtyard with blue bricks and white tiles was majestic and elegant.

There is a camphorwood box in the middle of the reception room.

Inside are old items used by several young masters and young ladies.

Aunt Rui smiled and said, "This is the rattle that the eldest young master used when he was a child. When you were a child, you even disliked it because it was used by your brother! Madam had no choice but to buy you a new one. This is the dress that the young lady wore when she was a child, a chest-length skirt. The little girl looks so adorable in Hanfu, and everyone who sees her praises her."

Chu Zizhao interrupted calmly: "Is there only one skirt, or one for each person?"

Aunt Rui was surprised: "There is only one young lady in the family, of course there is only one."

She looked at Chu Zizhao's face.

I can’t guess what the second young master is thinking.

He could only continue to put out the things in the box one by one: "You said you were looking for things that the young lady used. They are all here. This leaf bookmark was given to the Third Master by the young lady. The Third Master and the young lady have a really good relationship!"

"I remember one time, I don't know what happened. The young lady and the third young master didn't come back for dinner that night, so the master sent people to search all over the mountains. They were found in the back mountain after 9 o'clock. The young lady was covered in blood and her wrists were cut. The third young master kept crying. Master Xuan, that is, the third young master, he only cried that time in his life. Later I heard that he was not good at martial arts training and hurt his sister. But somehow, after that time, the third young master's madness got much better."

Chu Zizhao remained silent.

As far as he could remember, Chu Xuan had been practicing martial arts since he was four years old, and his skills were evil in nature.

It was after that accident that Chu Xuan's volatile temper finally calmed down.

Aunt Rui said, "When the young lady was little, she looked like a doll from a New Year's picture. When will the second young master bring her back? I miss her so much. My legs and feet can't move anymore. But the young lady is lucky. You three brothers love her like your eyes. I still remember that year, you and the third young master insisted on arguing with you about who was the young lady's favorite brother, and the eldest young master was watching with a smile."

Chu Zizhao curled the corners of his lips.

The scattered fragments of memory are pieced together again, and there is some warmth of childhood.

He suddenly said, "Aunt Rui, do you still remember what the young lady's name is?"

Aunt Rui was stunned.

She smiled and said, "Second Young Master, please stop teasing me. Although your Aunt Rui is old, she is not so forgetful. The young lady just called... called..."

Her expression suddenly froze on the spot.

Under the gray hair, every wrinkle reveals an inexplicable doubt.

Chu Zizhao sneered in his heart.

He subconsciously stroked the cigarette box and spoke word by word: "Is your name Chu Yan, or - Chu Nuannuan?"

"Why," Aunt Rui murmured, "...I can't remember clearly. It seems...her name is Nuan Nuan, right?"

The day.

Chu Zizhao did not leave the old house immediately.

He walked around the blue bricks of the courtyard several times.

Finally, I found a line of words carved with a utility knife in the place I remembered.

The Chu family's old house is a registered cultural relic. I wrote and drew on it randomly and was beaten up by my grandfather.

The line of blue bricks reads:

"Chu Zizhao and Chu... are the best in the world. (Without Chu Xuan!)"

That was the childish product of his past struggle with Chu Xuan to "compete for favor in front of his sister".

Chu Zizhao stretched out his hand, and his fingertips with thin calluses slowly stroked the blue bricks.

He closed his eyes, and everything that happened back then came back to him. He had designed to lock Chu Xuan in the room, and then, holding his beloved sister's hand, he proudly carved his and his sister's names in front of this wall.

In my memory, my sister's face is blurry.

In the past ten years, Chu Zizhao always thought that the person he was holding was Chu Nuannuan.

How can it be!

He frowned, with a fierce look in his eyes.

After Chu Yan's accident that day, he was like a demon that had suddenly broken free from a strange shackle. Even though there was a voice in his mind that kept reminding him that "the plot is not like this", he gradually recalled the blocked memories.

The person who was led around the old house by the three of them since childhood was not Chu Nuannuan at all.

That’s obviously Chu Yan!

Not only him, it seemed that in everyone's memory, all traces of Chu Yan's existence were changed to Chu Nuannuan.

Chu Zizhao's hand was against the blue brick, his knuckles were so tense that they turned white, and the veins on the back of his hand were exposed.

But he still wiped off the water stains and moss on it.

The strokes written in childhood are felt and perceived by the fingertips.

"Chu Zizhao and Chu Yan are the best in the world."

Memory can be tampered with.

Some things are like stubborn bricks and cannot be destroyed.

Chu Zizhao sneered.

"The cuckoo takes over the magpie's nest."

The cell phone rings.

Opposite him was the psychologist whom he had consulted two days ago.

"What, Chu Yan hasn't come home yet?"

He immediately made a decision: "I'm not in S City. I'm driving back now."

The psychologist on the opposite side hesitated for a moment, but ultimately followed Chu Yan's wishes and did not tell Chu Zizhao about her physical condition.

The sound of Chu Zizhao opening and closing the car door came from the other end of the phone.

The second young master of the Chu family avoided others.

Came to a closed space.

"Find me a hypnotist tomorrow afternoon."

Chu Zizhao ordered in a deep voice.