Does my wife remember me today?

I was taken aback by my own thoughts.

My wife naturally didn't know what I was thinking. Seeing that I didn't say anything or ask any more questions, she shook my hand comfortingly: "You are also tired these days, and I haven't seen you move during the plane meal before." , I ordered takeaway, go to bed early after eating."

"it is good."

Afraid he would think too much, I adjusted my expression, smiled back at him, pulled his collar, and kissed him on the face.

My wife sat with me for a while, and Feng Xin called to discuss with him how to deal with this matter.

He didn't avoid it either, and just leaned beside me to communicate with Feng Xin.

Things may be more serious than imagined.

The tone of his call was not heavy, it could even be said to be brisk, and his brows were not wrinkled, as if he could accept all the results with confidence.

But the corners of his lips were pursed, and his worry escaped accidentally.

He just didn't want to show it in front of me.He clearly had no clue, and didn't know what to do, but he still tried his best to pretend to be calm.

I feel a little uncomfortable.

He's always been like this, I can't tell him.

There is a layer of light dust floating in the air, revealing some unknown variables.

Feng Xin was still talking over there, but his wife didn't interrupt him and listened quietly.

I looked at his side face, and the question I interrupted just now came back to my mind again.

Judging from my experience during this period, I still don't know why he suddenly forgot me, but it seems that the longer the time interval, the deeper the impression of me in his subconscious.

For example, when I returned to March 3 for the first time, he was a complete stranger to me, and half a month later, although he didn't think of me, he condoned my various behaviors...

I sorted out my thoughts.

That is to say, if I can go back, I can try to push the time forward a little bit, maybe the me in his mind can be closer.

If you can't go back, then it's a big deal to join hands with him to solve the current mess.

But if he really accepts this "accidental" amnesia event without knowing why, then Yu Xiucheng...

I always feel uneasy.

"I know. Feng Xin, I'm not in a momentary fever." My wife squeezed the phone, and I saw the corners of his mouth tightened.

I finally couldn't hold back and cast a worried look at him.

And he held my hand as I did when I was in the car in the afternoon, and let me not worry with a gentle mouth.

He didn't hang up the phone until the dinner was delivered.

I beckoned him to come over for dinner, and handed the chopsticks to him: "Come, let's finish eating first."

I turned on all the lights in the living room, and the warm yellow light poured down like it did when we first spent the day.

He was sitting in front of the dining table holding chopsticks, his back straight, his eyelashes in the light haloed into a thin shadow on his face, looking thoughtful.

"By the way," I asked while picking up my meal absently, "I'm coming back this time to rest for a few days. It's a bit late today. I'll cook you something delicious tomorrow while I'm free. You mentioned it to me earlier. When will the costume drama that I played once join the group?"

Maybe it's because I asked several questions in a row, my wife froze for a moment, and then slowly replied: "Okay. That play... I don't need to go to it for the time being."

"Huh?" I didn't react, "I remember you said that the time is very fast..."

It was only after I finished speaking that I realized that what Feng Xin told him just now probably had something to do with this drama, and what my wife said, "I don't need to go for now", probably something went wrong.

I have some regrets, why don't you ask these questions.

On the contrary, he, seeing my hesitant expression, immediately turned and smiled at me: "Don't think too much, it's good to spend more time with you. Come, let's eat."

The takeaway is indeed something that the store produces mechanically. I chewed the food in my mouth, and felt hard to swallow while eating.

It was late at night, and the sound of my wife's light and even breathing came from beside me, but I couldn't fall asleep holding the quilt.

There was the sound of pattering rain outside the window, and the decorative narrow path outside the apartment should also be covered with moist spring rain.

I vaguely remember that it didn't rain the night before, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, it was quiet and warm.

The two of us maintain a wonderful balance of not wanting each other to worry.

But I obviously have a solution.

A voice quietly expanded in my heart, gradually changing from a whisper as small as a gnat to a deafening hunting wind that cannot be ignored——

"Go back and try again."

Now is not the best ending.He obviously still has a lot of things he wants to do but hasn't done, what he wants to say has not been said, and there are too many things that have not been resolved.

I opened my eyes in the dark, and my mind was more lucid than ever.

I moved very lightly, turned my head, and looked at his profile outlined by the street lights faintly peeking out of the window.

After making a decision, the wavering in my heart disappeared.

So, when should we go back?

The sound of the rain gradually subsided, only the occasional sound of remaining water drops falling restlessly from the eaves.I recalled it in the quiet night, so let’s go back to the two days before my wife’s birthday.

My wife's birthday is December 12th. He finished recording a variety show on Christmas Day, and I turned down the original party with Bai Hao and others. I just waited for him to come back and celebrate my birthday together.

That night he closed his eyes and made a wish devoutly like a child, but he was unwilling to tell me what the content was, saying that it would not work.

It would be best if he could think of me when he goes back this time, if he can’t...

I blinked hard, remembering how my wife remembered me this time.

Do I have to walk up to him and say to him, "Hi Xia Xia, I'm your boyfriend, I know you can't remember me, but as long as you sleep with me once, I promise you can remember everything"?

Will he slap me on the spot and call the police?

Forget it, now is not the time to think about it.I shook my head, dismissing the idea that this "sounds slightly weird, but it's actually important".

And... When he was in Japan, Yu Xiucheng revealed that he and his wife did not meet each other for the first time. This time when he goes back, he should pay more attention to this problem. It would be the best if he can completely solve it from the source.

——Okay, let's go, while my wife is still asleep.

I made up my mind, turned over and sat up.

I remember the medium of backtracking, which is a very strange three elements-the apartment, the wardrobe, and the clothes of the wife.

I didn't have time to complain about this setting, so I gritted my teeth and started to prepare.

I still bent down and pecked lightly on his sleeping face.

He didn't seem to be sleeping very comfortably, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his eyelashes moved unconsciously after feeling my soft lips.I stretched out my hand to cover his brows and eyes carefully, and whispered to myself: "Wait for me to come back."

After getting dressed, I got out of bed, thought for a while, and seemed to have nothing to bring, so I just grabbed my phone and prepared to go back.

I have to get into the closet, why do I feel a little embarrassed.

By the way, I have to get a wife's clothes.

Amazing.

I kept muttering in my heart, opened the closet on my wife's side, and grabbed one at random.

The night is too quiet, and I, Ji Chu, will go back to three months ago on this unnoticed night.

I just opened the cabinet door and stepped in, when my wife's voice suddenly came from behind me, which startled me.

"—what are you doing with my panties?"

I turned my head when I heard the words, embarrassed: "Uh..."

Wife, why did you suddenly wake up?

No, it turns out that what I just grabbed casually was your underwear?

How should I explain now...

A bunch of questions ran through my mind like a bullet screen, and I didn't know where to start.

Although he also knew the general idea of ​​this matter, I did not explain the details to him at the time.

There was some doubt in his eyes, but instead of anger, he looked at me with some amusement.

I looked at his eyes that were still bright in the night, and blinked at him, while thinking back to December 12 in my heart.

I bet right.

Same as before, the surrounding things gradually became blurred. Before I could see my wife’s expression clearly at that time, I opened my eyes after a strong dizziness. I had already returned to the apartment alone. Afternoon on the 12th.

Looking around, I was the only one in the apartment.

Instead of being dazed like before, I immediately took out my phone to find Qiu Yang's number and dialed it.

"Qiu Yang, are you busy? Where are you and Xia Xia now?"

It's very quiet over there, Qiu Yang probably didn't expect me to call, he was a little surprised: "No, we will record the program tomorrow, we have already rested at the hotel in City X... What's the matter, Brother Ji?"

Hearing that Qiu Yang still called me Brother Ji, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, not to mention how far my wife's impression of me can stay under the current circumstances, at least the memories of the people around me are complete.

"Is X City right?" I didn't pause much, "Qiu Yang, please send me the address of the hotel, and I'll come over."

"Oh." Qiu Yang was not surprised, "Okay."

"Wait a minute..." I held my forehead and continued, "Well, send me the room number as well, and I'll ask the secretary to arrange an appointment with you."

"Ah?" Qiu Yang was stunned on the other end of the phone, and blurted out: "Do you want to book another room? Brother Ji..."

He probably thought that when I came, I would directly live in my wife's room.

I couldn't explain the details to him, so I could only say vaguely: "Then what, there was a quarrel."

"Oh..." Like the first time, Qiu Yang accepted the reason and didn't ask any more questions.

I was very efficient and contacted the driver to take me to the airport for the nearest flight to X city.

After all, in China, various arrangements are much more convenient. City A is not far from City X. When I arrived at Qiu Yangfa's address, the sky had just darkened.

I didn't ask Qiu Yang to tell my wife the news of my coming in advance. I wanted to see for myself. At this time, my wife had a certain impression of me.

So as soon as I entered the hotel, I met my wife who came out with Qiu Yang in the elevator.

I was so excited that I didn't know what to call him the safest way.

And the two of them also saw me, and before I could speak, my wife's eyes lit up first, and she walked towards me with a smile.

Could it be that going back this time...his memory is not missing?

My beating heart almost jumped out of my chest.

My wife stood still in front of me, with the smile I was most familiar with on her face.

He raised the corner of his left lip, revealing a slight dimple: "Long time no see, Mr. Ji."

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