A marriage contract: a genius, a black father

"Did Chen Xi say anything? Did she remember something?" Xiao Qi asked.

Dongfang said lightly, "I don't think she said anything, but she remembered something from the past. When you look at the house, it's all their memories. It's only a matter of time before she can find her way home by herself, and remember the past."

Xiao Qi narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Dongfang, I hope you don't talk too much."

"Don't worry, I know what to do and what not to do, you don't have to worry so much, I won't betray you." Dongfang said lightly.

Xiao Qi said, "I didn't expect that she could find her way home. Mr. Xia said that once a person's memory is washed away, he can no longer recall it, and he is just a blank person. Why does Chenxi still have memories of the past? "

He was puzzled by this point. Many people in Huoyun participated in this medical research back then. This operation is not easy to do. Only Xia Chenxi and Mr. Xia can be sure. A little negligence will kill people.

Too many people participated in the experiment back then, and after three years of follow-up, it was determined that the memory could not be recovered, and many people died as a result.

Back then, this research was done to implant memories so that Huoyun's agents could infiltrate the Trump Card Organization and anti-terrorists as undercover agents. That's why this technology came out. However, with the departure of Mr. Xia and Xia Chenxue's die.

This technology is also lost.

"There are no accidents in the world." Dongfang said lightly, pursing his lips and said, "I'm leaving first, you stay here and take good care of her."

Dongfang's home is less than 100 meters away from Xia Chenxi's home. In fact, he just walked there. When he received the news from the information room today, he was outside, so he drove back.

Dongfang picked a bouquet of lilies in the garden and made a beautiful bunch of flowers. He came to the back mountain alone, which was a cemetery. He walked to a tombstone familiarly. The girl on the tombstone was very young. Beautiful and gentle, revealing the gentleness of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

When Chen Xue died, she was only 19 years old.

It is the same age as flowers.

As long as people are buying games, Dongfang will send a bouquet of lilies to her grave every day. For many years, it has been raining and raining.

"Xue'er, Chen Xi has returned home, so you can feel at ease." Dongfang said softly, his tone was very calm, "She and Tang Yebai gave birth to a son, who just had a miscarriage, and your family has a new member, Xue'er, you happy?"

"I know, you must be very happy. Don't worry, I will help you take good care of her. If I owe you, I will pay you a lot. Let them all come back. You wait."

Dongfang squatted down, with a gentle smile on his lips, carefully rubbing Xia Chenxi's posthumous photo.

"Xue'er, it's been eight years. In my memory, you are still 19 years old, but I am old."

"My girl, I won't let you wait too long. I'm afraid that if you wait too long, you won't recognize me. What will you do then?"

……

The wind in the cemetery gently blows, blowing away sighs and... hatred.

Xia Chenxi slept for three full days and three nights.

Not taking in a drop of water and only relying on nutritional needles to survive, she resisted waking up, resisting all the truth, hoping to sleep forever, knowing nothing, her heart would be much more relaxed, she would not feel so uncomfortable, nor would be so desperate.

Xiao Qi stayed with her all the time, taking care of Xia Chenxi all the time.

In this room, there are too many, their memories, both sad and happy, Xiao Qi actually doesn't like this house very much, because it carries too much here, and he doesn't want Chen Xi to remember the past.