I messed with my ex-husband after amnesia

According to Yan Nuo, people around Cong Xu basically didn't know about writing the book.He didn't mention it to anyone, not even his parents.

Cong Xu was puzzled: "Then what do they think I'm doing in City A?"

civil servant?If he was right, he should have resigned from that decent job after graduating from university, otherwise his parents would have to talk about what happened at the unit as soon as he was discharged from the hospital, and it was impossible to say nothing.

Yan Nuo took it for granted: "I just... think you're idle." After a pause, "Huahua's ex-husband gave her property before the divorce."

Cong Xu raised his eyebrows: Is that so?

Yan Nuo looked at him: that's it.

Cong Xu put away his expression, handed the phone back, and said unhurriedly: "I'd rather let my parents feel that I have nothing to do, and spend all the money that Lu Shenfei gave me before, than write books and sell copyrights myself?"

Yan Nuo put away the phone and blinked.

Cong Xu raised his eyebrows again and asked, "What was wrong with me before?"

Yan Nuo shrugged, that was indeed the case, and counted them one by one: "Settled in city A, took time to go back to my hometown, more than 300 days a year, basically writing manuscripts every day."

"Wake up at six in the morning, go to bed at ten in the evening, write for two hours in the morning, spend all in the study in the afternoon, watch materials or movies and TV in the evening, and exercise regularly three times a week."

"There is very little social interaction, basically no, and I don't say much."

Yan Nuo: "When talking to your parents on the phone or video, they didn't dare to ask you anything, especially after the divorce, and they didn't urge you to find a job. They thought you spent money from your ex-husband, and you didn't explain it."

Cong Xu: "..."

Wait a minute, why does this sound a little... gloomy?

Yan Nuo pushed the frame of the mirror: "You can't say it's gloomy, even if you don't talk much, and you don't go out very much, but in fact, you live a good life, eat healthy, and work hard."

Cong Xu propped his arms on the armrest box: It seems that he has changed a lot in the past few years, and many things must have happened.

Cong Xu: "Okay, let's fix the phone first."

The car started slowly.

Yan Nuo held the steering wheel: "Let's buy another one."

The wallet in the file bag has been put away by Cong Xu, and only a mobile phone with a shattered screen is left temporarily on the table of the car's center console.

Cong Xu: "Fix it first."

After all, only old mobile phones have recorded the most authentic past.

Other people's descriptions have their own perspectives, which are not objective enough.

When he arrived at Electronics City, Cong Xu found a counter on the second floor and handed him the file bag.

The boss took out the phone with the broken screen, flipped it back and forth, and looked at it.

Cong Xu leaned against the counter: "Can it be repaired, boss."

Boss: "It looks like it can. The only thing that should be broken is the screen. I'll open it first and have a look."

The back cover and the screen are separated, the boss: "It can be repaired, the motherboard is not damaged, but the screen is broken." He muttered: "How did you drop the screen, it is completely broken."

Cong Xu's tone was a bit like chatting with strangers: "Don't mention it, there was a car accident, let alone the mobile phone, I almost lost my life."

The boss immediately started gossip while repairing the phone: "Have you been hit by a car?"

Cong Xu leaned against the counter: "There is a fool who hit and run and went the wrong way. My car just turned out of the intersection and was hit by him."

The boss raised his eyes and looked at Cong Xu: "It's good that people are fine."

"No." Cong Xu followed closely, "How much is it to fix a screen?"

Boss: "Your mobile phone is Apple's. It's more expensive to replace the screen than the domestic one."

Cong Xu's tone was brisk: "Then you can give me a little bit cheaper. I will look for you next time I have a car accident and my phone is broken."

The boss laughed when he heard this: "Farewell, are you planning to put your life on me? I'll give you a little bit cheaper, just treat it as a friend, and take care of me if you have business in the future, okay?"

Congxu responded straightforwardly: "Success."

Yan Nuo next to him: "..." My boss has changed too much.

Cong Xu turned his head, saw Yan Nuo staring at him blankly, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yan Nuomo was silent for a moment, then said, "You are...too different from before."

Cong Xu smiled: "Yes, I know."

Yan Nuo: "That's good."

Cong Xu turned sideways, faced Yan Nuo, and asked, "It was not good before?"

"It's not bad..." Yan Nuo thought for a while: "It's better now."

Cong Xu said in his heart: That's not good, at least in the eyes of Yan Nuo, an assistant, it's not that good.

The property management in the electronics city here is stingy. It is so hot during the day, and the air conditioner is not turned on. Congxu's throat is a little uncomfortable from the heat, so he raised his hand and pinched it.

While pinching, Yan Nuo observed him, and suddenly said: "Want to smoke?"

Cong Xu paused and turned his head.

Yan Nuo touched his pocket subconsciously: "I forgot to bring it," thought for a while: "There should be one in the car, shall I get it?"

Cong Xu asked, "Do I smoke?"

Yan Nuo: "Yes."

Cong Xu straightened up, stopped leaning against the counter, walked out a bit, stood with his hands in his pockets, his eyes hung in mid-air, thinking about something.

After a while, he smiled self-deprecatingly: He said that he wanted to look forward, but the forgotten past was like a rope, pulling him firmly.

Divorce, not telling anyone about writing a book, personality change, smoking...

what else?

And why has there been such a big change?

And these, in the eyes of Cong Xu today, are too abnormal.

Congxu didn't catch Yan Nuo to ask, the little boy was gentle and slow, seeing his expression was wrong, he even sneered a few times, and didn't dare to say anything more.

But just as Cong Xu thought, many things can be shown in his own belongings without others talking about them.

Not long after, the owner of the mobile phone shop said, "Okay, it's fixed, you can turn it on and have a look."

Cong Xu took it, the screen was brand new, and the phone looked like new.

To turn it on, you need to enter a password. After thinking about it, Cong Xu pressed the password he used frequently in college and unlocked it smoothly.

However, the moment he switched to the home page of the phone after unlocking it, Cong Xu froze.

On the screen, the background wallpaper of the homepage was Lu Shenfei's ID photo with a white background when he was in high school.

In the past, this photo was stored in the middle of the wallet in the form of a physical object by Cong Xu.

After being discharged from the hospital, he found that there were no photos in his wallet, and he saw the divorce certificate. Congxu took it for granted that it was because he had no relationship and got divorced, so he took it away.

But now...

Cong Xu stared at the phone, completely unable to understand, they are already divorced, why did he keep Lu Shenfei's photo?

Did he still have feelings for Lu Shenfei during the divorce?

If you have feelings, why do you want a divorce?

That night, in the bedroom, Cong Xu sat alone at the desk.

The mobile phone, wallet, and brown paper bag containing the contract are stacked on the corner of the table. In front of him is a laptop he brought with him when he returned to his hometown.

Yan Nuo said that he would take this notebook with him whenever he went out to write, but he didn't use it often, because he didn't go out very much, unless he went back to City C.

What is really used is a USB flash drive in the computer bag, which contains his backed up documents and materials.

Cong Xu faced the computer, held the mouse, and opened the USB flash drive.

Sure enough, there are a lot of manuscripts in the USB flash drive, and they are classified into folders. The names of the folders are all novel names.

Cong Xuhua dragged the mouse, and the cursor moved slowly, from one folder to another, and finally stopped on a folder named "In Progress".

Click to open it, and there are two folders inside, one is called "No Way to Return (Draft)" and the other is called "No Way to Return (Draft)".

Cong Xu instinctively clicked on the draft folder.

Once opened, the documents are arranged vertically according to the document names in 1.2.3.

Cong Xu understands his typesetting habits, and knows that those 1.2.3 are novel chapters, and the chapters of "No Way Back" start from Chapter 1 and end at Chapter 103.

Under the documentation for Chapter 103, there is a documentation called "Sources of Inspiration".

Cong Xu clicked on "Source of Inspiration", and a light green document page jumped out of the screen.

The entire document is blank, with only two lines at the top——

Lu Shenfei

I still love him, there's no turning back

Cong Xu: "..." Damn.