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Chapter 336 Those Flowers [3] [Update 6]

Chapter 328 Those Flowers [3]

"It can't really be considered as helping, Yang Xiaolan, right? You just stand aside first. I want to talk to Zhang Wufeng." The old man said with a smile.

"Yeah." Yang Xiaolan said obediently.

After saying that, Yang Xiaolan immediately walked aside silently.

At this time, the old man stared at Zhang Wufeng for a long time before he said, "Only if you don't believe in fate can you change it. So, in the future, no matter what, don't believe in fate, understand?"

"Grandpa, why do you say that?" Zhang Wufeng asked curiously.

"Don't ask this. Do you want Yang Xiaolan to be alive or dead?" the old man asked after a moment of hesitation.

"Of course I hope she's alive. I'm willing to pay any price." Zhang Wufeng said firmly.

"This is the cause and also the result. You hope that she can live, so both she and you will forget everything from before and after the car accident to the present. Do you agree to this?" The old man asked again after pondering.

"After the car accident, I chose to forget everything, but other people still know about it..." Zhang Wufeng said subconsciously.

"It doesn't matter. I hope you won't regret it later. If you have made up your mind, I will take action." The old man said with a sigh.

"Well, now that we have made the decision, what is there to regret?" Zhang Wufeng said seriously.

"it is good!"

The old man smiled slightly, then stretched out his hand and poked Zhang Wufeng's forehead. An extremely cold energy suddenly poured into his forehead, and Zhang Wufeng couldn't help but shudder.

"In the future, if a man named Zhang Guangyao encounters danger, remember to help him. There is nothing more to say." The old man seemed to be talking to himself, and then he pointed his finger at the center of Zhang Wufeng's eyebrows and poked it hard several times again.

Waves of intense pain suddenly came over him, and then the environment in front of him seemed to become a little shaky, as if his body was electrocuted at this moment. Zhang Wufeng was startled and woke up immediately. He was sweating profusely, and then he realized that all this was just the subconscious supplement of the forgotten fragments.

The hand he was holding was not Yang Xiaolan's, but Xiaoxi's hand, who had come to his room at some point in time.

"Brother, you had a nightmare. You screamed several times just now, and then you talked in your sleep about your sister-in-law. If you want to see her, go see her." Xiaoxi said in a worried tone.

"Oh, it's nothing. I mainly dreamed about the story of my love affair when I was in college. Everything at that time has become the flowers of the past, and those flowers have withered." Zhang Wufeng said thoughtfully.

"Brother, we all know that you can't let go of the past, but let it be. Face your new life well..."

"Well, I understand, don't worry. Oh, by the way, Xiaoxi, turn on the computer and play a song for me called "Those Flowers" by Pu Shu. It's only a little after four o'clock now, so go to bed after you finish playing the song."

Zhang Wufeng took out a pack of cigarettes from the bedside, opened it, lit one and started smoking, and spoke in a gentle tone.

Xiaoxi nodded, obediently opened the laptop, then found the song "Those Flowers" by Pu Shu and played it for Zhang Wufeng.

In the room, Pu Shu's somewhat low voice was singing quietly, and a feeling from the heart arose spontaneously.

"Brother, stop smoking. Xiaoxi feels bad for her." Xiaoxi said softly.

"Well, just one. Go to bed. Sleep a little longer in the morning, or you'll be tired at night." Zhang Wufeng said gently.

"Okay, brother, I'm going to rest now. You should also go to bed early." Xiaoxi said with a smile.

After saying goodbye to Xiaoxi, Zhang Wufeng smoked quietly. His mind was deeply touched by the beautiful memories that he had forgotten before.

A person who was so simple at the beginning changed so much later on and finally jumped off a bridge, but he managed to save his life in the end.

Zhang Wufeng had no way to verify whether the old man had already anticipated this, but he knew that he had forgotten what had happened because the old man had deliberately made him forget it, and it was not a coincidence.

When he woke up, Zhang Wufeng tried to recall the old man's appearance, but he couldn't remember it at all. It was even difficult for him to remember his words completely.

This subconscious thing that was forgotten seemed like a dream to Zhang Wufeng, even though he was so powerful, and it felt gradually becoming ethereal.

Subconsciously, Zhang Wufeng created a document on the desktop of his notebook and began to record.

He quickly recorded all these memories in the document, but no matter how fast he was, when he was halfway through, those memories became blurry again.

The only thing he could remember was that he went to Xiaozhou, and then Yang Xiaolan warmly welcomed him, and he went out to play with Yang Xiaolan. Just like everything was very ordinary, the vague memory of the car accident was not clear, and subconsciously he thought it was a car accident that happened to someone else and had nothing to do with him.

After a long time, Zhang Wufeng stopped typing on the keyboard and began to ponder silently. It was obvious that he should have had a car accident at the beginning, but the process seemed to have been changed or rescued by someone, because if he had died, the energy of consciousness could not last that long.

As for who saved him, he had no idea.

But judging from the old man's words and his subconscious meaning, it would be good for him not to remember this memory.

Remember, it will only make things worse.

This memory was also the one that moved Zhang Wufeng the most. In this memory, Yang Xiaolan's original strengths were fully reflected.

It’s hard to imagine that everything changed qualitatively after living together.

It was after he went to Xiaozhou that he often missed Yang Xiaolan in his heart. Then he started writing. After writing for half a year, he had some income and improved his life a little. Then he bought Yang Xiaolan a mobile phone, and shortly after the start of the second semester, he gave up his studies to take care of Yang Xiaolan.

Later on, we lived together, watching the flowers bloom and fall, and the sun rise together.

When life gradually got better, under the circumstances at that time, when the income from royalties exceeded three thousand yuan a month, she had more to spend. As life gradually got better, Yang Xiaolan gradually changed.

Small changes gradually fermented over seven years and eventually led to divorce.

It can be said that the former innocence and sincerity, and the subsequent boredom and intolerance, even if he had his own reasons, but if they really understood each other, would it still be like this?

He didn't understand love at the time, and foolishly thought that as long as he met her material needs, was considerate enough to her, served her tea and water, and brought food to her mouth, then everything would be fine. But is it really good to spoil her like this?

However, on the other hand, when a man can give everything for a woman, even his dignity, should a woman really betray him even if she feels lonely and empty in her heart?

This is a difficult topic to explain, but when Zhang Wufeng thinks back on it, he still feels a little emotional.

Ten years of love cannot be forgotten just like that. Zhang Wufeng is not a heartless person, nor does he want to forgive betrayal. It is just because of this memory that he has been involved with the past deep in his heart that has been buried for a long time.

After opening the online banking, Zhang Wufeng saw that the funds in his account had increased from 200 million to 500 million. Looking at such a large amount of money, he even felt a little numb.

He knew that this was the money that Sun Rongrong gave him when he handed over hundreds of kilograms of top-grade imperial emerald jadeite to the Sun family. Although this was less than one-third of the value of the jadeite, he felt relieved that Sun Rongrong had this intention.

Money is a small matter. This indirectly shows that while the Sun family attaches great importance to jadeite, they also know that it is not easy to get it.

After thinking about it, Zhang Wufeng found the mobile phone number in his memory and subconsciously called it.

The phone rang for less than three seconds before it was connected.

There was just silence on the other end of the phone.

Once upon a time, lovers who could talk about anything have now become like strangers.

Once upon a time, the girl who loved to act coquettishly will never come back.

Once upon a time, the girl who would throw herself into his arms with jealous eyes and make a fuss when she saw the touching scenes in TV dramas has now gone far away.

"It's still early morning over there, right? Have you not rested yet, or have you already gotten up?" After a moment's silence, the voice on the other end spoke in a gentle tone.

Zhang Wufeng didn't hear anything from this voice, because this voice was also the result of a fusion of many emotions.

"Yes, four-thirty. I just rested and had a nightmare. It must be almost three o'clock in the afternoon there." Zhang Wufeng said with a smile.

"Well, it was 2:30 in the afternoon. I just woke up from a nap and had a wonderful dream. Haha, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you." Yang Xiaolan pondered for a moment and said with a smile.

"A beautiful dream? Haha, that's good too. Can you tell me what the dream was about?" Zhang Wufeng had some vague guesses in his mind, but he still asked.

What Yang Xiaolan called a sweet dream might actually be the same as what he called a nightmare. This idea was actually quite strong.

"It's about the past when we traveled to Longwang Mountain together. I didn't expect to dream about it suddenly. Well, the music you used to like to listen to, I remembered it when I was unconscious, and now I can recite it backwards. You said you lost it, so when I have learned the music knowledge, I will compose the music for you." Yang Xiaolan said with a happy tone.

"Well, the song wasn't lost, I just didn't want to let you listen to it at that time. Don't think about this song anymore, and don't tell anyone, okay?" Zhang Wufeng said after a moment of hesitation.

(End of this chapter)