After Lin Rui left, I began to seriously think about what I was like last night. It's taboo in shopping malls to make a slip of the tongue after drinking, not to mention the fact that you don't have this problem.

The more I tried to think about what happened last night, the more I felt confused in my head. With a little effort, I felt a splitting headache, which made my sweat beads fall off.

The nurse just came to the ward round and was frightened by my appearance, so she called the doctor.

The doctor asked me about my condition responsibly, and then suggested that I have a brain examination. I sincerely hope that they can find out something, but after the whole inspection, the film took three pictures, and it seems that they didn't find anything.

When the doctor saw the film, I sent Lin Rui out again and said in a low voice, "doctor, I had a car accident abroad, which caused a serious concussion. After that, I forgot something."

"Oh, that's a good explanation." The 40 year old doctor held his glasses, pointed to one of the pieces on the film and said to me, "you have damage here. Now you can't see it. It's completely unpredictable what the specific impact will have on your memory."

"Doctor, is it possible for me to remember what I have forgotten?" I asked.

He shook his head: "it's hard to say. Generally speaking, you can only think of it when you encounter the same scene, or when you are greatly stimulated. But that is likely to cause more damage, so if we encounter the same patient, we generally do not recommend him to pursue the past. "

"Thank you, doctor." I'm a little disappointed.

For such a result, I have known for a long time that I had a detailed inquiry before I was discharged from hospital abroad, but I was always not reconciled.

Just when I was about to leave, he suddenly stopped me, took out the film I put in the file bag, looked at it carefully, and said: "you are a bit strange here, not like the injury caused by concussion. If you think it is necessary, you can go to a special brain hospital for another examination."

I was stunned and immediately sat down: "doctor, is there anything abnormal here compared with ordinary people?"

"I'm not sure now. I just think it's not normal here, and the damage caused by concussion won't be like this." He nodded somewhere.

Those films are the same to me, but he found the same place from each one and pointed it out to me.

"Can you recommend a good brain hospital?" I asked.

After I was discharged from hospital, I went back for check-up regularly for three times, accompanied by Aunt yuan, so I never thought of changing to another hospital for check-up. I always felt that the information I received at the first time should be the most correct.

"I recommend two for you. One is abroad and the other is in the imperial capital. If you don't want to go so far, check in the imperial capital first." He took out his pen and wrote the names of the two hospitals and handed them to me.

I said thanks and went out with my things.

After waiting outside for a while, Lin Rui was already a little anxious. Seeing me coming out, he asked, "boss, are you ok“

"It's OK. Go back to the company." Let me just say it.

Once the doubt is planted in my heart, I will always think of various reasons to put it into practice. I am more and more restless.

After I finished my work, I went to the hospital in DIDU to have an examination. After the examination results came out, the doctor clearly told me that it was definitely not caused by concussion, it should have been an operation.

When I got the confirmation report, my brain was in a daze.

I don't know how I got back to my apartment. When I realized who I was, it was dark. Holding a cell phone, I wanted to dial aunt yuan and directly asked what was going on, but I woke up at the moment when I dialed.

Maybe this time it was misdiagnosis.

I took the time to go to a famous brain institution abroad and had a new examination. I was ready to go to Aunt yuan for a clear answer after the results came out.

But in doing all this, my heart is very uneasy, do not know whether they are afraid or excited.

Check out, my brain has indeed been tampered with, but the doctor's advice is very pertinent, may be to treat the disease.

I thought about it. In the medical record that Aunt yuan gave me at that time, there were some records about brain surgery, because of intracranial congestion.

"If it's just craniotomy to extract congestion, will it cause such damage?" I asked the doctor.

"It's very likely that the risk of brain surgery is very high, any possibility will appear, and now your condition is relatively good." The doctor gave a conservative statement.

I took two reports with basically the same results, and suddenly I had no reason to find aunt yuan.There are also records about this in the original medical records, but I didn't care about it.

However, since that day, I think there will be some vague fragments about the past in my mind after drinking. I began to like drinking.

For a man, especially a single man, life is quite boring. Just like me, except for work, there is no other pastime. Work is the whole of my life.

Drinking this matter, like life silently opened a window for me, once the beginning is difficult to end, not to mention also miss the feeling after drunk.

Every Friday night, after working, I would find a strange bar to drink and take a taxi home when I was still a little mentally.

But not everyone is so lucky, occasionally sleeping on the street.

The next day I found myself sleeping on the lawn or the sofa in the bar all night, and I would dress and leave as if I had nothing to do.

In DIDU, I'm a man without friends. After getting drunk, I don't want to see me or say something inappropriate. Although drinking at home is safe, there is no drinking atmosphere.

I've become a habit of singing wine, and even drunk.

There are many beautiful girls in the bar, and there are many people who deliberately chat up, but I'm not interested at all. Sometimes, their hands feel restlessly, even I have a reaction, but always stop at the last moment, as if they are particularly resistant to women.

For this reason, I went to see a psychologist specially, and his advice was to let go of myself.

I'm more and more proficient in my work, and I've gradually gained my reputation in the imperial circle. But the more I do, the more I feel scared. I feel empty in my heart, like I don't know when I lost my most important thing, but I don't know what it is.

Men are especially disgusted with this uncontrollable feeling, and so am I.

Day by day, I feel like a walking corpse.

One day, when the executive manager was away, an advertiser came to talk about cooperation. I happened to meet Lin Rui, who was chasing after the executive manager when he would come back. He said to him in a strange way: "I'll go and have a look. I have time today."

Lin Ruixi looked out and took me to the conference room.

So I ran into Lin Leyi, a woman I had only seen once but had a deep impression on.

When I opened the door of the conference room, I saw her in a beige suit and two people sitting in the conference room with her hair combed behind her head, her face in light makeup and a thin platinum necklace around her neck.

"Hello, Mr. Cheng." After Lin Rui introduced her, she reached out to shake hands with me.

I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been half confused since I saw her. It's like taking ecstasy. My attention is all on her.

At the same time, I am sober enough to know that it's not good to stare at a female partner like this. I deliberately raise my face and sit down opposite her.

This is the most strange feeling in my heart. It's strange that I don't like this feeling. The expression on my face is even colder.

She did well and the negotiation process was perfect.

I sat opposite and looked at him, holding some administrative information and asking some seemingly retarded questions. I don't know why, I was fascinated by her voice in this short 30 minutes.

To tell you the truth, I don't pay much attention to women, but Lin Leyi, who has only seen her once, is different. She seems to have a different charm from ordinary people, which makes me have to focus on her, even obsessed with her.

After the negotiation, I went beyond my power and decided to go to this company for next year's advertising. I was a little surprised when the administration department gave me a reason to come.

What's wrong with me?

Who is Lin Leyi? Why do I feel so familiar with her? It's like we met years ago?

I didn't understand all this, so I asked someone to check her background.

I was surprised to get the news that she was divorced. On the day of her second marriage, her husband died. Then she raised three children by herself and started a media company with low efficiency

On the surface, this woman is strong and optimistic. If we don't get to know her, we can't see that she has experienced so many misfortunes. That day in the cemetery, she should be to see her fiance.

The more information I know about her, the more eccentric I feel, and the more obvious I pay attention to her. I even pass by her company unintentionally, and sometimes even pretend to visit her for reasons.

Subconsciously, I feel that I must have something to do with this woman. However, I don't have her in my memory, and I don't have her in all my experiences. My past and hers are like two parallel lines that do not intersect at all. There is basically no possibility of matching each other.I didn't expect to get close to her again because I was drunk.

I had a lot to drink that night, and finally walked out of the bar, blowing cold air and wandering in the nearby alley. I meant to find a taxi, but I got lost.

When I woke up, I saw the warm light and her face.

At that moment, I felt at home for the first time in my life.

I looked at her speechless, as if something was coming out, but it was blocked at a certain point.

I almost subconsciously think of how embarrassed I am now, which makes me feel very sad. I don't want to be so embarrassed in front of her.

I get up, want to go, want to run away... I get up, want to go, want to run away