Mr. Zhou with dual personality

The guard looked at his expensive clothes and asked, "Do you have an appointment?"

"No, but I'm looking for someone." Zhou Qi said.

"Looking for someone?" The guard scratched his forehead. He didn't expect that there were people looking for someone in this place. "Did you find the wrong person?"

"No, I understand that he is here now." Zhou Qi smiled.

"Then, wait, I'll call and ask." Zhou Qi nodded, watching the doorman call with his mobile phone.

The guard gave Zhou Qi the phone after speaking a few words.

Zhou Qi heard a woman's voice, the voice was indifferent, without ups and downs, "When did the person you are looking for enter the hospital?"

"I'm not sure, probably within this year."

"What's his name?"

"It's Zhou Ruo."

Zhou Qi paused when he heard the woman's voice, and then said, "There is no one named Zhou Ruo, and only one person named Zhou Ming has stayed here in the past year."

"Okay, thank you." Zhou Qi said.

He glanced at the information at hand again, it was written that Zhou Ruo suffered from dual personality and was receiving treatment in this nursing home.

But where did he find it?

It's just someone else's hoax.

Zhou Qi drove back to Zhou's house, only to see Zhou's villa standing in the evening glow.

In the eyes of passers-by, it shines with golden light.

Zhou Qi took a deep breath. He hadn't been back to this home for two years. To him, it seemed that there was nothing worthy of his nostalgia in this home, but he had to come back today.

Zhou Qi entered the garage and parked the car. The gatekeeper was sitting in the faint sunlight, still looking cheerful.

When he saw Zhou Qi approaching, his generous mouth widened, "Xiao Qi is back."

Zhou Qi nodded and smiled at the man.

"Oh, you haven't come back for a long time, I almost didn't recognize you." The uncle continued to be cheerful, looking at him with kind eyes.

Zhou Qi was a little overwhelmed, even if he encountered any communication-related matters in the company, they were all business-like, and he was not good at wrangling.

But now this uncle is obviously too enthusiastic, which makes him a little overwhelmed.

Zhou Qi could only smile.

At this time, the housekeeper opened the door, Zhou Qi nodded to him, and then walked forward.

The housekeeper looked at Zhou Qi with some surprise. In his opinion, it was unlikely that Zhou Qi would come back at this time.

Zhou Qi couldn't even see people during the winter and summer vacations. At that time, Zhou Ming passed two very poor years without Zhou Qi's company, and his whole person was quite listless.

Zhou Qi was not doing anything else at this time, the housekeeper invited him into the living room, and then poured a glass of milk that Zhou Qi used to like most.

Zhou Qi felt a little complicated. Looking at the empty villa and the white hair on the butler's head, he suddenly felt a little emotional.

"When will uncle come back?" Zhou Qi asked, and he calmed down unknowingly.

It may be because of the gentle attitude that the housekeeper has never had at this time.

"He moved out and won't come back today," said the housekeeper.

He was old, grizzled, wrinkled, sentimental, and empty.

He began to yearn for a lively environment, but the Zhou family's villa has never been very lively.

Now it is even more deserted, and only occasionally temporary workers come to clean up, and only see such a few people.

Zhou Qi nodded, move out?

He thought about this matter in his heart, and he was skeptical about Zhou Ruo going to the hospital.

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In the morning, Zhou Ming left the room.

The sun here is very good, and it is warm and soft on the body, very comfortable.

He is also in his thirties, not too young. Zhou Ruo didn't pay attention to his body when he was young, and made various dangerous attempts.

Zhou Ruo did not die, although the most dangerous time was when his gang fought with others.

Zhou Ruo participated in it, and was hit on the head with a wooden stick and stabbed several times with a knife.

Zhou Ruo passed out immediately, his body was covered in blood, and his face was painted.

But when he opened his eyes, Zhou Ruo, the villain and scumbag, was still living in this world.

In the end, it healed very well. Even the wound on the face that the doctor said would definitely leave a scar was invisible, and Zhou Ruo knew it at that time.

He had no choice but to die. When he saw fate for the first time, he didn't even have the strength to resent.

Zhou Ruo abused his body too much when he was young, even though on the surface, this body is glamorous, but in fact, judging from the use of this body, it is already riddled with holes.

Occasionally, Zhou Ming felt pain in his body. This kind of pain appeared and disappeared, making people unable to feel it.

It will be more comfortable in the sun.

This is Zhou Ming's feeling, so he likes to bask in the sun every day, the most difficult time is cloudy, and at the same time he thought.

So Zhou Ming often feels that he is old, and the aging of his body makes him refuse to accept his old age.

The garden here is not as empty as the nursing home that Zhou Ming lived in before, and all kinds of old men are sitting happily in the sun.

Some chat, some play chess.

Looking at these not young but still youthful and happy faces, Zhou Ming couldn't help smiling.

He quite liked this feeling, instead of facing an empty and lifeless garden, deepening the impression of time on him over and over again.

Zhou Ming remembered that he could also play chess, and his long-term memory told him that when Shang Shiwen's father was still there, he had taught Zhou Ming to play chess in a small way.

He stroked Zhou Ming's head over and over again, with a happy and happy look on his face.

Zhou Ming shook his head, shaking out the warm memories in his mind, lest those unhappy memories be hooked out by the lead wire, making people uncomfortable.

He stepped forward, and there happened to be an old man who stopped playing, and the chess friends recruited new players, "Hey, come here, come here."

He joined in, with a smile on his lips, "I'll do it."