I messed with my ex-husband after amnesia

Cong Xu just lost his memory, not changed his core, he knows his own situation best.

When did you realize it was wrong?

At the earliest time, it was not long after waking up.

Because he has a secret related to Lu Shenfei that only he knows——

On the inside of his arm, there is a paste tattoo.

That was in high school, when he was still a classmate and friend, Cong Xu secretly thought about Lu Shenfei.

Because I like it so much, I can't hold back the tossing and turning. With the money I saved, I quietly found a tattoo parlor. I wanted to tattoo an inconspicuous deer (Lu) on the inner upper arm, near the shoulder.

The tattoo artist looked good. When showing Cong Xu the design, he drew a simple deer head on the paper.

As a result, whoever imagined it, the level of the tattoo was extremely rookie, and the tattoo became a mass of paste the size of a fingernail.

Cong Xu couldn't laugh or cry back then.

But his goal has been achieved, what kind of tattoo is not so important.

Later, that tattoo, like a birthmark, followed him from high school to college.

He never mentioned it to anyone, his parents, relatives and friends, and Lu Shenfei himself didn't know about it, it was a secret that only he knew.

Even though the junior and Lu Shenfei were together, when they were sticky and intimate, Lu Shenfei grabbed his collar and looked inside, wondering why there was such a birthmark, but he didn't reveal a word.

He even secretly planned that as long as he always likes Lu Shenfei, he will always keep this tattoo.

Later, she fell in love with Lu Shenfei, from her junior year to her senior year, and on the first anniversary, Congxu found another tattoo parlor near the university town, and did not touch the original tattoo, only tattooed a dot smaller than a mole on the side.

This second tattoo artist is much more sophisticated, not only can he tell at a glance that the original tattoo was done by a rookie, but he also chatted to Congxu while tattooing that point: "In the future, plan to order one every year?"

Cong Xu was surprised.

The tattoo artist smiled and explained why he guessed it: "Generally, the students who come to my place to get tattoos are either on a whim, a little rebellious, or just for feelings."

After a pause, he looked at Cong Xu: "I guess you are the latter."

Cong Xu didn't say yes or deny it, and asked the tattoo artist: "Then if I do it every year, why don't I turn myself into a sesame ball?"

The tattoo artist smiled: "Sesame balls? You order one every year, not one every day. How can you get sesame balls?"

Congxu said seriously: "Every year, there are not many."

Per year?

The tattoo artist was busy with the work in hand, and quietly reminded: "The shelf life of feelings is very short." Maybe order one today, and order one next year, and it's hard to say the year after.

Cong Xu didn't care about the tattoo artist's words: "How to get a tattoo?"

Tattoo artist: "Make a pattern, at that point every year, follow the outline of the pattern."

Cong Xu: "It makes sense."

Now, the tattoo on the shoulder on the upper arm, including the small black dot that Cong Xu remembers, and other small dots that Cong Xu may not remember, are all gone, leaving only an irregular patch of different shades on the inside of the shoulder. scar.

And all of this was discovered by Cong Xu in the first night when he woke up, when he was taking a shower.

It's just that the memory at that time was still fresh in the senior year, and the idea I accepted subconsciously was that the tattoo was gone, and I didn't have a relationship with Lu Shenfei, and I didn't take the initiative to think deeply.

Until later, when he observed Lu Shenfei and the people around him, he noticed all sorts of strange things.

Later, Yan Nuo came.

Honey, black tea, and dried fruit, he does not drink plain water.

Obviously, Lu Shenfei didn't know at all, and he didn't deny or refute.

How could an intimate lover, a partner in marriage, not be aware of this?unless……

Unless, they haven't been together for a long time.

Lu Shenfei didn't understand his current living habits.

In fact, it was far more than that, and there was the most obvious flaw, that was, among the visiting relatives and friends, there was no family member of Lu Shenfei.

One must know that he and Lu Shenfei were classmates in junior high school, from the same place, he had a car accident in his hometown, and he is Lu Shenfei's lover, how could the relatives and friends of Lu's family not come to visit?

But none.

Including his parents' unnaturalness when getting along with Lu Shenfei, Lu Dada's hesitation to speak, and Yan Nuo's unconscious vigilance and fear towards Lu Shenfei.

Also, Lu Shenfei was too silent, and was accompanied by others, but never mentioned the past, didn't try to help him remember anything, didn't talk about the future, and didn't talk about what would happen after he was discharged from the hospital.

There are too many, Congxu doesn't need to dig deep, all kinds of signs are displayed in front of his eyes one by one, pointing to the same result: he and Lu Shenfei have separated long ago.

Now, the divorce certificate is in hand.

As if the dust had settled, Congxu ushered in his own true ending.

He picked up the divorce certificate, but Lu Dada pressed it back: "You..."

Cong Xu raised his eyes, looked at him, and said calmly, "Do you still want to hide it?"

Lu Dada let go of his hand, and stared at Cong Xu nervously: "You? Are you okay?"

Cong Xu picked up the divorce certificate, opened it, glanced at it, closed it, put it on the table, and continued to look in the drawer: "What can happen."

Lu Dada couldn't believe it, squatted down, and looked up at Cong Xu who was sitting in the chair: "You really..."

Cong Xu reached into the drawer, looked through it, and interrupted him: "Go out first, I'll be alone for a while."

Lu Dada was still squatting: "If you feel uncomfortable..."

Cong Xu stopped turning over the drawer, raised his eyes, and remained calm: "I shouldn't have time to feel uncomfortable now, the guarantor is feeling uncomfortable, what should you do?"

Lu Dada almost sat down on the ground, his eyes widened: "How do you know?"

Cong Xu: "Brother, I have eyes and a brain."

What Fei Pengcheng said about "he needs a guarantor to advance funds again", for no reason, what kind of guarantor should he mention?Unless the guarantor is on-site in the ward, who else could it be?

Cong Xu said again: "You go out first."

Lu Dada got up slowly, stared at his face, felt that such a capable and calm Cong Xu was too strange, and at the same time thought it was cool, asked: "Are you okay?"

Cong Xu: "It's okay." He said it again, the third time: "Get out."

Lu Dada walked out in a hurry.

Cong Xu stopped him: "Don't make a sound yet." Don't say that he has seen the divorce certificate.

Rudada realized.

As soon as the door was closed, Cong Xu finally had time to be alone.

He took out the contents of the second drawer one by one:

Divorce certificate, invalid marriage certificate, three rings, a plastic file box, a bank card, and a real estate certificate.

The bank card was a black card, not Congxu's, and Lu Shenfei's name was on the card.

There was no Congxu in the house book either, the owner of the property was Lu Shenfei, and the address printed was the house that Lu Shenfei claimed to be renting in Congxu's memory, which was their wedding room.

As for the three rings: a pair of old silver rings, they were couple rings bought by him and Lu Shenfei when they were juniors, and they wore them until their senior year.

Cong Xu picked up the other platinum ring and put it on his ring finger, it was just right.

If I'm not mistaken, this is the wedding ring.

Cong Xu looked at the ring on his ring finger silently, without any ups and downs in his heart.

Not only the ring, but also the marriage certificate, divorce certificate, bank card, house book, all the certificates related to him and Lu Shenfei, and this marriage, couldn't make him feel for a while.

He neither felt uncomfortable because of the divorce, nor was he touched by the fact that he ushered in such an ending at the age of 21 with the memory of 27 years old.

It was strange, unusually peaceful.

He was just a little emotional, so this was the end of him and Lu Shenfei.

It turns out that the feelings in this world, as the tattoo artist said, have a short shelf life and cannot last long.

It turned out that my 27-year-old was like this.

Cong Xu leaned back in the chair, slowly turned out the ring on his ring finger, and put it back in the corner of the drawer.

Finally, his eyes fell on the plastic file box and the brown paper bag wrapped around the rope.

He didn't move, but stared at her with a feeling, with an intuition: he should have forgotten more than just the divorce.

The file box was opened, and there was a large pile of contracts inside.

Cong Xu has the impression that the earliest contract is the signing contract of his first book written in Jianhong.

Party A: Congxu Pen name: XU

Party B: Jianhong Book Network

The contracts are obviously arranged one by one according to the signing date, because the first few signed contracts, Cong Xu has the impression that they were all written during his college years, and his pen name at that time was XU.

Until a contract five years ago, the pen name was changed to: Xumu.

For all subsequent contracts, Congxu's pen name on the contract is "Xu Mu", one after another, one after another: the signing contract with the website, and Jianhong is authorized to sign various copyright agency contracts on his behalf.

At the end of these contracts is a page of A4 paper, on which is a table with detailed statistics of all novels released over the years, as well as various copyrights, domestic and foreign publishing, audio, radio dramas, theme songs, peripherals, animation animation, stage plays, film and television Wait, the signing status.

Cong Xu took the form and compared the contracts one by one, and all the contracts were matched, except for the last novel "No Way Back" in the statistical form.

On the form, in Congxu's own handwriting, it was written that the film and television copyright of "No Way to Retreat" had been granted, with a check mark on it, and the authorized company was marked with four words: Lucheng Culture.

But in the plastic file box, there is no contract authorizing Jianhong to sign the film and television contract on behalf of him, nor is there a contract for the website of "No Way Back".

Cong Xu's eyes fell on the last kraft paper bag tied with a rope.

The paper bag, cell phone, and wallet were left behind at the scene of the car accident and were taken back by mom and dad.

The mobile phone and wallet can be wiped clean, but the paper bag can't be helped. Not only are there a few damaged scratches on it, but there are also some blood stains here and there. The blood has long dried and mottled on the kraft paper, like spilled red ink.

Cong Xu detoured the rope that tied the mouth, and took out the contents, as expected, it was the two contracts.

One is the website signing contract of "No Way Back".

On another contract authorizing Jianhong to sign film and television, on the last page, the signature in the lower left corner is left blank for Party B, with no date and official seal, and for Party A, it is Congxu's autograph, dated, three weeks ago.

Three weeks ago, it was the day of the car accident.

Cong Xu leaned on the back of the chair, with the power of attorney in one hand and the form in the other, looking at the date on the contract and the "Lu Cheng" on the form.

On the table, marriage certificates, divorce certificates, bank cards, birth certificates, and paper bags containing blood were lined up in order.

At this moment, the most real feeling from the bottom of Xu's heart surged——

No pain, no pain.

Because the last feeling towards Lu Shenfei left by the 21-year-old memory disappeared.

All that remains is the knowledge of the truth, and the peace of knowing everything.

Cong Xu sat quietly at the table for a while, then quickly recovered, put away the contract documents, and put the things back.

After locking the drawer, Cong Xu got up and walked out.

In the living room, Cong's mother was talking to Yan Nuo, and Lu Dada was sitting alone on the sofa, playing games, listening to all directions, and when he heard Cong Xu coming out, he immediately looked up with his eyes wide open.

Cong Xu looked normal, and asked: "There are two more?"

The neighbors were all gone, the door was open and covered, and Cong Ma glanced at the door: "Xiao Lu and Xiao Fei are talking about work outside."

From Xu to the door.

When Lu Dada saw it, he immediately got up, and Congxu turned his head to glance at him. Lu Dada fixed his phone on the spot, staring nervously at Congxu: "You...?"

There was nothing strange on Cong Xu's face: "Sit down." After speaking, he changed his shoes and opened the door to go out.

Before going out, he turned his head and glanced at Yan Nuo who was on the sofa: "Pour me a glass of water."

Yan Nuo was stunned: "Oh, good."

In the fire corridor, Fei Pengcheng was still persuading him, but he just changed his mind. He felt that Lu Shenfei really couldn't let go, so he simply took advantage of his amnesia and the current Congxu's old feelings for him to reveal the truth and then chase him back. up.

It's not unusual for a bunch of people in this world to get divorced and then remarry.

But this time, Fei Pengcheng felt that Lu Shenfei should learn from the previous lesson: "Don't let him stay at home anymore, find something for him to do."

Fei Pengcheng suggested: "Or simply assign him a position in the company?"

Lu Shenfei didn't say anything, nor did he respond.

Suddenly the fire door opened and closed, and Congxu appeared in the corridor, walking down and saying, "Then should I also get some kind of vice president?"

Fei Pengcheng: "..."

Cong Xu looked at Fei Pengcheng while going downstairs: "No?"

Fei Pengcheng twitched the corners of his mouth. He wanted to laugh, but it turned into a dry laugh.

Cong Xu approached, stood on two steps, looked at Lu Shenfei, and asked him again: "No?"

Lu Shenfei looked at Cong Xu.

In Fei Pengcheng's eyes, maybe it was because he was discharged from the hospital and came back to cut a bunch of hair to get rid of the unlucky relationship. At this moment, Congxu looks a little different from before in the hospital:

His eyes were firm, his expression was a bit sharp, his tone of voice was very different from before, and his overall mental outlook was very good.

Fei Pengcheng looked at it, wondering what was going on, Lu Shenfei, his former partner and bedside person, had already understood it.

Lu Shenfei: "The second drawer, did you see it?"

Cong Xu raised his hand and supported it on the handrail of the stairs: "I see."

Fei Pengcheng: "?" What did you see?What did you see?

Lu Shenfei still looked at Cong Xu.

Cong Xu also still stared back, his eyes neither dodging nor avoiding, his expression was sharp and capable, calm and calm: "Don't observe, and don't need to guess, I'll tell you directly, I didn't feel anything special when I looked at the drawer."

Lu Shenfei restrained his expression, and said lightly: "There will always be ideas."

Cong Xu pretended to think: "Well, there really is one."

Lu Shenfei waited.

Cong Xu smiled, his eyes bright: "President Lu has a successful career and a lot of money. When we get divorced, will the property be divided with me?"

Fei Pengcheng gasped, what's going on now?

Lu Shenfei didn't reveal it, and spoke slowly: "You didn't ask for it before."

Cong Xu looked brisk, and raised his eyebrows when he heard the words: "Really." Then: "Then I have changed my mind now."

Fei Pengcheng looked at Lu Shenfei and Congxu, shocked and at a loss, wait a minute, what are you doing? !

But Lu Shenfei looked at Cong Xu on the steps, squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was in a good mood, a little smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and asked, "Share the property?"

Cong Xu took it for granted: "Split."

Lu Shenfei calmed down, as if what was to be divided was not property, but a piece of cream cake, without hesitation: "Okay."

Fei Pengcheng: "???"