I see myself

Chapter 27

The impact of the picture was so strong that he forgot that this was an uncontrollable dream, and directly called out the person's name,

"Jiang Yansheng?"

But the other party responded to him again.

"Did you come to pick me up?"

"what?"

Fang Zhan found that his voice was trembling. He woke up and hinted to himself that this was a dream, it was just a dream, and all this was not real. Jiang Yansheng was still lying on the bed next to him.

There was a knock on the door outside the room, it was Chris' voice,

"Hey, are you still alive? Are you really dead? Jiang Yansheng? Yansheng? Little Yansheng?"

Jiang Yansheng didn't seem to hear it, he was still asking,

"Will I still be alive?"

Fang Zhan tremblingly said:

"Yes, of course you will still be alive."

He clenched his fingers tightly and loosened them, and when the shaking finally stopped, he turned around to get the towel beside him, trying to help the person in front of him stop the blood that was still gushing from his wrist.

Chris knocked on the door a few more times, still in German he couldn't understand, but the tone was obviously not as high as before.

"I left the food at the door, remember to take it yourself."

Fang Zhan didn't have the energy to guess what he meant, because he turned around and saw the face in the mirror

——It's Jiang Yansheng.

He suddenly woke up from his dream, looking at the messy room under the moonlight, he couldn't tell whether it was reality or still a dream.

He felt like he had forgotten something very important.

Not just before age 8, not just a forgotten kidnapping.

Even if someone is grabbing him, he seems to be floating in this world, the soul is far away from existence.

Unable to fall asleep again, he glanced at the young master who was sleeping soundly on his side, carefully pulled his arm out from under his neck, then put on a coat and got out of bed.

He thought of his previous psychiatrist, and dialed it in the middle of the night without feeling guilty.

The person on the opposite side was fighting with his girlfriend on the bed. Halfway through the fight, he saw the caller ID, smiled apologetically at his girlfriend, hugged him in his arms, and sat up.

"It's been a long time since you came to see me."

Fang Zhan skipped the small talk and went straight to the topic,

"I want to be hypnotized now, can you just do it over the phone?"

The person opposite was slightly surprised,

"And those dreams again?"

"No, it's my memory."

"If it happened objectively, it shouldn't be a problem. Find a quiet place and I'll try my best."

The floor lamp in the living room was always on, and the young master had accepted his habit at some point. Fang Zhan looked back at the bedroom where the light leaked in, walked over and gently closed the door, and then turned around and went to another room in the suite. .

The information he knew was limited, and he was about to remember it a few times, but he got stuck at the point where he was crushed in the water in his dream.

"Don't be afraid, look up, look up to see who is holding you, you can control it, concentrate..."

Fang Zhan breathed heavily, and failed again amidst his screams of collapse.

He opened his eyes and touched the tears in the corners of his eyes.

"With all due respect, it is not suitable for you to think about it now. If this continues, your brain will not be able to bear it and fall into chaos sooner or later."

Fang Zhan covered his forehead and replied,

"To bother you."

"Hey, here for you."

After hanging up the phone, the headache became more and more intense. He took out a notebook that he had always carried with him, and kept his eyes open until dawn.

After Jiang Yansheng woke up, his body was so sore as if he had slept on a hard board bed all night. He first habitually opened one eye in the haze and touched the mobile phone. After seeing the time, he turned over and wanted to hug him. people around me.

Unexpectedly, there was nothing around him, only coldness was left within reach.

Fang Zhan was on the phone with his mother.

"I'm sorry, at that time the doctor said that your amnesia was functional, and it was just a self-protection to forget bad things, and you were young, so it's a good thing that you can't remember. Mom was afraid that you would get hurt, so I didn't mention it later. Pass."

Mother Fang worriedly explained to him,

"Dabao, do you remember something? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want me to ask for leave to accompany you to the hospital?"

Fang Zhan forced a smile to make his voice not sound so tired,

"You forgot that I'm in Germany. It's okay. I just remembered a little bit. I don't feel uncomfortable. Don't worry."

She is still not at ease,

"Oh, is that kid Xiao Xiao by your side? I'll call him and ask him to accompany you."

Fang Zhan couldn't laugh or cry,

"Mom, how old am I, don't worry."

and then asked,

"Is Dad with you?"

Mother Fang nagged and handed the phone to another person,

"You are still a child to me no matter how old you are, wait...Old Fang!...Oh, hurry up, why are you moaning, the child is waiting for you."

The voice faded away and became clear again, replaced by a thick boy,

"Hello?"

Mother Fang's voice sounded again,

"Hello, hello, can you talk?"

Fang Zhan called someone,

"dad."

Then he also knew that the other party must be in a bad mood, so he asked directly:

"Was the murderer who kidnapped me found out later?"

Mother Fang probably hasn't left yet.

"Why don't you just ask me about this? I get angry when I mention this. Those people in the police station don't know what to eat. They haven't even found anyone for so many years..."

Before she finished speaking, it was Fang's father's gentle and comforting voice again,

"Okay, okay, don't get angry with them in the morning...yes...I know...you go to have breakfast, I'll have a chat with Xiao Zhan...yes, yes, it's all mine wrong..."

Fang Zhan listened quietly to the conversation on the other side, even with his eyes closed, he could still think of their expressions.

Fang's mother complained gently, while Fang's father begged for mercy patiently.

This is the way he has seen the two get along since he was a child.

However, it was Fang's father's indifferent voice that returned to calm.

"Remember everything?"

"No, I only remember some fragments."

"It's not a good thing. When it's over, you should let it go. Why make your mother unhappy early in the morning?"

Fang Zhan has gotten used to it, and the knuckles holding the phone are still a little white.

"It's my fault, but...you said just now that the murderer was never found?"

The chair rubbed against the ground and made a sound, Fang's father asked:

"Did you ask someone to check on Jiang Yansheng before?"

Fang Zhan hummed.

"Hey, then think about what's wrong. We didn't raise you to cause you trouble for us."

The door of the room was opened, and Jiang Yansheng was relieved to see the person sitting by the window on the phone, and was stunned again when he could clearly see his appearance from the half-slanted sunlight in the morning.

Fang Zhan looked up at him, then quickly moved away, apologizing to Fang's father,

"Sorry, I get it, I'll take care of it myself."

Before he finished speaking, the phone was hung up.

He didn't sleep all night and was forcibly hypnotized. At this time, his mind was numb, and even when he was sad, he seemed to lack the energy to mobilize his emotions.

She moved her lips slightly, and smiled at the young master,

"Are you still suffering?"

Then stood up and walked towards him,

"What do you want for breakfast, I'll go downstairs and buy it for you."

Jiang Yansheng grabbed him abruptly, and then hugged him.

Fang Zhan was taken aback, and asked softly:

"What's going on here?"

The young master held him tighter,

"Have you looked in the mirror?"

Fang Zhan is funny, why does he look in the mirror, he can't really turn into Jiang Yansheng's face in reality.

However, being dragged in front of the mirror by the young master, he himself was also stunned.

The person in the mirror has disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes. He seems to have turned into a street alcoholic overnight, with wrinkled clothes and pale complexion.

His first reaction was to let go of Jiang Yansheng's hand, then turned around,

"I didn't fall asleep last night, I'll just wash my face."

Jiang Yansheng frowned and went to pull him,

"You were fine last night. Who were you apologizing to just now? Is it because the business is not going well, or is someone bullying you?"

When Fang Zhan stretched out his hand, he wanted to stop his hand and avoid it, but because he didn't look back, he slapped the young master's hand directly.

Jiang Yansheng was taken aback for a moment, then quieted down.

Fang Zhan didn't expect that, and frowned,

"Feel sorry..."

Jiang Yansheng interrupted him,

"Do you always feel that I am making trouble for no reason, that I always want to quarrel with you?"

Fang Zhan stood where he was, looked at him calmly, and waited for him to continue.

Jiang Yansheng still wanted to get angry, but felt powerless.

He finally opened his mouth and asked Fang Zhan,

"Are you suffering?"

When you pushed me away, you still asked me to ask you for it. When you looked tired, you still asked me if I felt bad.

The problem between them was never that Fang Zhan didn't believe him, but that Fang Zhan didn't believe in himself.

Avoid quarrels, avoid caring, and avoid showing weakness.

Fang Zhan didn't react until the young master changed his clothes and slammed the door to leave.

There was a knock on the door, and he thought it was Jiang Yansheng who had come back, so he moved as if waking up from a dream, went to open the door, but found Xiao Xiao standing outside.

Xiao Xiao was taken aback when he saw his state,

"You are..."

He thought of Jiang Yansheng whom he had just met downstairs, and asked doubtfully,

"Did you quarrel with the young master?"

Fang Zhan looked at the bag in his hand and asked,

"what's up?"

Xiao Xiao scratched his head,

"Ah, someone brought me breakfast, and I thought it was delicious, so I brought it to you."

Fang Zhan: "You let me eat your leftovers?"

Xiao Xiao: "..."

How could this man be so irritating with his decadent face?

Another person appeared behind him, it was the strong European and American man who was holding Samo that night, and he showed a bright smile on the other side,

"Hi, my name is Tang Sheng. This is not leftover rice. We ordered another one after eating out and brought it back."

Fang Zhan's gaze scanned the two of them, and he slammed the door shut.

Tang Sheng looked at Xiao Xiao:

"Does he dislike me?"

Xiao Xiao didn't care about being slapped in the face, so he twitched the corners of his mouth,

"No, he probably doesn't like me."

He thought of the shadow in his heart when he accidentally saw Fang Zhan cry once when he was in school and was rejected by his tutor for half a month, and wiped away his sad tears for himself at this time.

After a while, the door opened again.

Fang Zhan had already changed his clothes, and he couldn't see anything unusual except his eyes. He said to Tang Sheng with a smile:

"Sorry, I didn't have time to wash up just now, do you want to come in and have a sit?"

"Ah...it's okay, it's okay, you can go in..."

In the middle of Tang Sheng's words, Xiao Xiao elbowed him behind the door, and he looked at Xiao Xiao aggrievedly,

"Why did you hit me?"

Xiao Xiao couldn't hold back the smile on his face, he just said:

"No, I'm just here to deliver breakfast."

Damn, he shouldn't even deliver breakfast!

Fang Zhan glanced at him, left the door open, and sat down on the sofa.

After a while, Tang Sheng didn't know where to go, only Xiao Xiao came in with a bag. Fang Zhan relaxed and sank himself into the sofa completely. His eyes followed Xiao Xiao's movements, but what he was thinking in his mind was is completely irrelevant.

It was fine if he didn't know that he had been kidnapped before, but now that he knew that Jiang Yansheng had been looking for him, he realized something was wrong.

Since it is a case recorded by the police station, with Jiang Yansheng's status, why can't he find out who the person who was tied up with him is? In the simplest way, as long as he finds the policeman who first discovered the two back then Can I ask?

And there's something wrong with what Fang's father said...

Xiao Xiao took out the bagels that were still warm and not softened, and opened the other boxes, and tried repeatedly on the verge of death.

"What time is your flight today, Jiang Yansheng is here, are you still going back to Munich?"

When Jiang Yansheng was mentioned, Fang Zhan turned his head again.

Originally, I was thinking of telling him that I could play with him for a few days because I asked for leave, but I didn't have time to say it last night, so I just ran away this morning.

Xiao Xiao seldom saw Fang Zhan's deflated appearance. He was secretly delighted, and then pretended to have nothing to say and asked:

"I heard from Wang Yan that you are still on leave, where are you planning to go?"

It was rare for Fang Zhan not to sneer back secretly, and just asked:

"If someone kidnaps Jiang Yansheng, under what circumstances will the Jiang family choose not to take revenge?"

The same pronunciation, but behind it is the power of the two.

He didn't believe that the police station really didn't find the murderer, and the young master couldn't find anyone. It's probably because the policemen back then were transferred or silenced.

Xiao Xiao was a little surprised,

"Who dares to kidnap the young master?"

He thought about it,

"If it's the ones above..."

He hadn't been back to Xiao's house for a long time, even though he was still better informed than others, he couldn't predict the direction of the wind.

"Although I don't know what's going on recently, they definitely can't do such a low-level thing."

Fang Zhan knew that he had misunderstood, but it also showed a message.

Jiang Qi only told his mentor that he remembered that Xiao Xiao had never heard the news of Jiang Yansheng's kidnapping, that someone who could compete with the Jiang family would not do such low-level things, and Fang's father said not to make trouble...

Then it can only be the person the Jiang family wants to protect.

The sound of the high-heeled shoes that had tortured him for a long time sounded in his head, and his heart suddenly seemed to be clenched so tightly that the blood could not circulate, and the air could not be breathed into the nasal cavity, so he could only struggle silently like a dying person.

And suicide...Jiang Yansheng's suicide...

Seeing his painful expression, Xiao Xiao was frightened,

"Azhan!??"

Suddenly, the phone on the side vibrated slightly. It was a message from Qiao Rui, who had never been in touch since adding it.

——You know this person, you said that with our relationship, if you want to take care of someone, you can just greet me directly, why bother.

The author has something to say: Countdown to memory recovery 3/3

Okfine, I still haven't written it, and the last chapter has still not been released