Mr. Alzheimer's

Everything around is strange.

There was also a photo of the original owner and Fu Shuzhuo on the side table in the living room. Although the face was exactly the same as his, Pei Yang couldn't find any familiarity.

Next to the photo is a house built by Lego, with two floors, simple, with a bed, a sofa, and a small yard.

Two boy-like puppets are sitting on a swing in the yard, swaying with the wind.

There is also a wooden hanging tag on the side of the house, which reads - to the home of Mr. Fu Shuzhuo.

Feeling an inexplicable soreness in his heart, Pei Yang was stunned for a while before picking up the bowls and chopsticks hesitantly.

The weather is good today, the sun is just right, Pei Yang was attracted by the sunflowers in the vase again.

The flowers are very fresh, interspersed with a few blue bellflowers.

"You don't remember any of these?"

Fu Shuzhuo appeared behind him at some point, gently put his shoulders on his shoulders, and looked at the model of flowers and houses.

Pei Yang moved his shoulders away uncomfortably: "I don't have any impression..."

Fu Shuzhuo's hands were in the air: "Yesterday was my birthday."

Pei Yang was taken aback for a moment, he glanced at the house and flowers, and instantly understood what - this was a birthday present from the original owner to Fu Shuzhuo.

"You ordered Lego two months in advance, and you secretly worked hard every day while I was working." Fu Shuzhuo poured Pei Yang a glass of water, "I bought the flowers yesterday, but there was a car accident on the way back."

It's not really a car accident.

Since the diagnosis of Alzheimer's disease, Fu Shuzhuo rarely let Pei Yang go out alone.

One of them was missed yesterday, Pei Yang felt that he hadn't sent him flowers for a long time, so he ran out, and ended up bumping into someone's car on the way back.

But it was checked yesterday, Pei Yang was not injured, he was not knocked or touched... How could he wake up like this?

Apart from the deterioration of his condition, Fu Shuzhuo could not find a second explanation.

Even though his mood was sinking, his face was still as calm as water: "I'm going to change clothes."

Pei Yang didn't dare to turn his head, and subconsciously bit his chopsticks.

They seem to be really in love.

Occupying the original owner's body and replacing his soul...it would be too unfair to these two people.

But if he said it, Fu Shuzhuo would go crazy.

No, maybe they wouldn't believe him at all, they just thought he was crazy.

Pei Yang has never been as confused as he is now, not knowing where to go and what to do next.

How did he come to this book world?

Can he go back?

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When he arrived at the hospital, Pei Yang went through a series of tedious checks, which didn't end until noon.

There were only two people in the office. Tang Zhiming adjusted his glasses and said, "The test results are similar to the previous ones. You still need to take medicine on time and maintain a good mood. There is a certain possibility of healing."

Fu Shuzhuo supported the table with one hand, pinching the space between his eyebrows: "Then how could he forget all about it?"

"It's hard to say, it's also the first time I've seen this kind of complete amnesia." Tang Zhiming frowned, "I just talked to Pei Yang, he's mentally normal, and his thinking ability is OK, don't you say he's amnesia, It doesn't look like someone with early dementia at all."

Fu Shuzhuo let out a sigh of relief: "It can't really be where I knocked last night..."

"The examination is all right, there is no disease in the brain. If you are really worried, go to another authoritative hospital for examination."

Tang Zhiming is authoritative enough here.

Fu Shuzhuo is aware of this point, so he is anxious for no reason.

Can this disease really recover?

There is no surgical plan, and we can only rely on taking medicine. Even the effect of taking medicine varies from person to person. Whether it is cured or not is metaphysics.

He walked to the door and saw Pei Yang sitting on the public seat opposite, with his head down and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Looking at his back, Tang Zhiming couldn't hold back and said, "Shu Zhuo, taking care of such a patient is a protracted battle, you have to persevere."

……

Standing beside Pei Yang was a man holding a file folder. He was Fu Shuzhuo's secretary. He looked handsome and was asking him with a smile if he wanted some water.

Pei Yang lowered his head: "No, thank you."

The unfamiliar environment made him very uneasy, most of his mind was blank, and only a small part of space was left to think about what Fu Shuzhuo was talking to the doctor in the office.

With the current medical technology, it should not be enough to discover that he is a counterfeit...

After a while, Pei Yang heard the sound of the door opening, he raised his head nervously, Fu Shuzhuo stretched out a hand to him, and comforted him, "It's okay, let's go home."

The secretary took a step forward: "Mr. Fu, this is the document that needs to be signed today. Do you want to read it now or..."

"Didn't I ask you to put me in the car?"

"Yes... do you need me to take you back?"

Pei Yang pursed his lips and took Fu Shuzhuo's hand.

"No, you go back to the company." Fu Shuzhuo led Pei Yang to the parking lot, "What do you want for lunch?"

Pei Yang was taken aback: "It's all fine."

When there were only two people left, Pei Yang uncomfortably broke away from Fu Shuzhuo's hand.

He sat in the passenger seat and whispered sorry.

"Sorry for what?" Fu Shuzhuo turned sideways to fasten his seat belt for him, and said after a long pause, "Even if I forgot, but the more than ten years we walked together are there...Why are you so special?"

Pei Yang's eyes suddenly turned sore.

Fu Shuzhuo: "Besides, if you want to say sorry, I should be the one who didn't take good care of you."

"..." His throat was so itchy, as if something was about to come out, Pei Yang could only change the subject stiffly: "Doctor, what did the doctor say just now?"

"It was said that it may have hit the back of the head yesterday, but nothing unusual was found."

Fu Shuzhuo held the steering wheel and looked straight ahead: "The doctor prescribed two bottles of vitamins for you, you must take them on time, and let me take you to familiar places again, maybe you can remember."

Pei Yang touched the back of his head subconsciously, there was no swelling and no pain.

He felt a little guilty: "Then...where are you going now?"

"Didn't you still talk about the pork knuckle rice in Dongju two days ago?" Fu Shuzhuo turned a corner at the traffic light, "Maybe you will remember it after eating."

Probably because Fu Shuzhuo's voice was too gentle, Pei Yang was in a daze.

He and his husband have also been married for seven years, but the other party is always busy with work and developing the company's business market, and it seems that it has been a long time since he has spoken to him so patiently.

The speed of the car gradually slowed down, Fu Shuzhuo woke up Pei Yang who was in a trance: "Here we are."

Dongju is a private restaurant, hidden in the alleys of the busy city where every inch of land is expensive.

The two of them searched for a parking space for a while. Fu Shuzhuo turned off the engine and said, "It's hard to find a parking space here. Our stingy Mr. Pei used to be reluctant to pay the parking fee. He always dragged me to the subway and walked a few hundred meters to eat. .”

Pei Yang blushed.

The original owner is a bit like him, they both like to eat pork knuckle rice, and they are a bit stingy.

Walk tens of meters into the alley from the parking space, and you will see a plaque with the word 'Shiju' engraved on it. Pei Yang was stunned for a while.

Fu Shuzhuo was nervous for no reason: "What did you remember?"

Pei Yang: "It looks familiar..."

This place often appeared in the novel "Zhang Yang". The owner of this restaurant once opened a shop in front of the original owner's high school, and later he received investment and opened this private restaurant.

The original owner and Fu Shuzhuo often come to take care of the business and have a good relationship.

Pei Yang grabbed the corner of his clothes, and looked at Fu Shuzhuo with some helplessness.

Shiju's boss knew him, what if he didn't recognize him when he greeted him later?

Fu Shuzhuo seemed to know what he was thinking, and reminded him intimately: "You also know the boss here. His name is Cheng Yao. He has two scars carved on his eyebrows. He looks a bit fierce, and he is easy to recognize."

"Thanks……"

When Pei Yang met Fu Shuzhuo's eyes, he somehow felt that he was a little hurt, so he could only swallow the "thank you" that was so raw.

As soon as he stepped into the threshold of Shiju, he heard a warm and moist voice: "A rare guest, I heard from Cheng Yao that you two haven't been here for a long time."

The speaker sits at the wooden window, peeling edamame against the stream outside.

His voice is as good as his voice, and his appearance is very gentle, but he looks like he is in his 40s.

Pei Yang instantly cast a flustered look at Fu Shuzhuo.

This person has no scars on his eyebrows, and he doesn't look fierce. He doesn't know him.

Fu Shuzhuo suddenly had a headache. He didn't expect Qi Heyue to be here, so he could only hint to Pei Yang: "I've been too busy recently, so I'm here as soon as I'm free. Teacher Qi doesn't have class today?"

"I transferred the class with the Chinese teacher. I just happened to have nothing to do in the afternoon, so I came to take a look."

Pei Yang quietly took a small step behind Fu Shuzhuo.

Fu Shuzhuo: "..."

He felt distressed and amused at the same time. It seemed that the fear of the high school head teacher was deep in his bones, and he couldn't erase it even when he was sick.

Pei Yang greeted honestly: "Mr. Qi is good."

He remembered that Qi Heyue was mentioned in the novel, who was the original owner's high school class teacher and taught mathematics.

Qi Heyue paused for peeling the edamame, and gave him a weird look: "So good today?"

Pei Yang was about to cry.

He doesn't know what kind of character the original owner is. Don't normal people have to obediently greet the teacher when they see him?

It wasn't until Fu Shuzhuo smoothed things over and pulled him to sit down at the dining table in the corner that he realized what was going on.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Fu Shuzhuo's lips: "You usually call him Laoban rather arrogantly."

"..."

Pei Yang suspected that Fu Shuzhuo was deceiving.

The original owner's character is clearly described in the novel very well, and the word arrogance has nothing to do with the original owner at all.

It is also said in the novel that Fu Shuzhuo looks safe and reliable, but in fact he is rotten and rotten.

Back in high school, Fu Shuzhuo pretended to be pitiful and tricked the original owner, saying that he was prone to frostbite in winter and was cold in class, so he asked the original owner to cover his hands.

At first it was covered with pockets, then with hands, and then...with legs.

He has to pay attention, this person has too many eyes, and he can't afford it.

Thoughts are still in a mess, Fu Shuzhuo has already ordered food.

The menu here is quite old-fashioned. When many places use scanning codes to order food or iPads, Shiju still uses the simplest paper menu.

Two people can't eat too much, one salt and pepper chicken wing, one soup, and two pork knuckle rice are enough.

Pei Yang subconsciously asked, "Why don't you order beef brisket rice?"

Fu Shuzhuo's action of handing the menu to the waiter stopped in mid-air.

His voice was slightly hoarse, and he said after a while: "I want to try your favorite dish today."

Pei Yang dryly didn't know what to say: "Then, try it."

Like the original owner so much?

It is said in the book that Fu Shuzhuo doesn't like pork knuckle very much, he finds it greasy, and rarely eats it on his own initiative.

Pei Yang muttered softly: "Obviously the beef brisket is also greasy."