good morning, sergeant

It was getting dark, and when Zhan Yiyang returned to the intensive care unit where Xu Rongrong was, Xu Rongrong was still sleeping.

Zhan Yiyang covered her with a quilt, went out and bought Xu Rongrong's favorite chicken porridge, and then sat on the side of the accompanying bed, flipping through the newspaper.

Today's morning newspaper is really selling well. Not only the citizens of City A have a copy, but even the hospital has ordered many copies.

Because the morning papers were so popular, even the evening papers became popular too.

Citizens who have nothing to do are looking forward to seeing more exciting topics than in the morning.

What Zhan Yiyang was holding was sent here on purpose by the hospital because he was afraid that he would be bored.

He smiled lightly, looked at the newspaper in his hand, and flipped through the front in boredom.

However, at first glance, Zhan Yiyang was very surprised.

In the center of the newspaper, it was written in bright red Song style, "Ouyang Jiaojiao, the only daughter of the Ouyang family, was announced to be expelled from the house, and her life and death are unknown."

Below the words is the reporter's detailed account. From Ouyang Ye's anger to Ouyang Jiaojiao's being taken away, the whole incident was covered in the newspaper.

"I didn't expect Ouyang Jiaojiao to be expelled from the house." Zhan Yiyang closed the newspaper, leaned his head on the quilt, and murmured softly.

"However, this is probably her own fault." Zhan Yiyang lowered his eyelids.

He is older than Ouyang Jiaojiao, and naturally he is much more mature than her.Many years ago, he had seen clearly the nature of Ouyang Ye, who was selfish and only profit-seeking, so there must be a purpose for coddling Ouyang Jiaojiao so much.But Ouyang Jiaojiao couldn't understand it, she really thought that this father really loved her, and then relied on these so-called favors to act willfully, and in the end, it led to the tragedy of being expelled from the house.

But this has nothing to do with him anymore, since Ouyang Jiaojiao tried to hurt Xu Rongrong, those childhood friendships have dissipated.

Ouyang Jiaojiao is living and dying, and has nothing to do with Zhan Yiyang.

Thinking of this, Zhan Yiyang turned his attention away from the newspaper, and the next second, he heard Xu Rongrong's * * *.

"Ah, it hurts." Xu Rongrong gritted her teeth, the pain in her head was about to explode, and she couldn't help crying out.

"Rongrong." Zhan Yiyang jumped off the bed suddenly, and came to Xu Rongrong in three steps at a time, and saw her crying in pain as expected.

"Rongrong, where does it hurt?" Zhan Yiyang squatted down his tall body, held Xu Rongrong's right hand with both hands, and asked her anxiously, "Rongrong, where does it hurt? Does it matter?"

"Headache, it hurts so much." Xu Rongrong yelled indistinctly, the pain in her head was so intense that she could hardly speak.

"Headache?" The calm and decisive Zhan Yiyang who came quickly was also a little flustered, but after all, decades of military career have not been in vain. Make the most correct judgment.

Zhan Yiyang first rang the call bell at the head of the bed, and when the nurses and doctors were rushing here, he put his slightly rough hands on Xu Rongrong's temples, and then gently rubbed her temples with his fingertips, trying to help her She relieves headaches.

"Does it still hurt, Rongrong?" After rubbing for about a minute, Zhan Yiyang didn't hear Xu Rongrong's cries of pain, so he lowered his head and asked her softly.

However, what answered him was a slightly heavy breathing sound.

Zhan Yiyang stopped his fingers somewhat dumbfounded, looked at Xu Rongrong who was in a deep sleep, shook his head and covered her with the quilt.

At this time, the doctors who were called by the bell also arrived outside the door.

"Major General, what happened to Madam." The doctor opened the door and walked in.

"Rongrong said she had a headache, come and see what's going on." Although Xu Rongrong had already fallen asleep, Zhan Yiyang was still worried and told the doctor what happened to her just now.

The doctor stepped forward and looked at Xu Rongrong's complexion, the temperature of his forehead, and the blood in his eyes, and confirmed that Xu Rongrong was fine. It was just a headache caused by sleeping for too long. Zhan Yiyang was relieved.

After sending the doctors away, it was already dark, Zhan Yiyang touched the chicken porridge that had cooled down, thinking about what the doctor told him not to let Xu Rongrong sleep for too long, so he decided to wake her up.

"Rongrong, wake up quickly, eat." Zhan Yiyang gently pinched the tip of Xu Rongrong's nose, and called her softly and affectionately, just like when she hadn't forgotten it.

As if startled by Zhan Yiyang's gentle and lingering tone, Xu Rongrong's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then opened his eyes.

At first glance, what caught Xu Rongrong's eyes was Zhan Yiyang's handsome and tough face.

"You look so good-looking." Xu Rongrong was attracted by Zhan Yiyang's face, staring at Zhan Yiyang with both eyes motionless, and did not forget to speak his heart in a small voice.

At this moment Xu Rongrong is cute and cute, her big clean eyes hang on her pale face, although her small mouth is not as rosy as before, it is still pink, although she is nearly thirty years old, but her skin is still similar to that of a girl As smooth and translucent as usual, there are no fine lines around the eyes.

This kind of Xu Rongrong is as beautiful as a delicate porcelain doll, and people can't help caring and pampering her from the bottom of their hearts.

But now Zhan Yiyang is not in the mood to appreciate Xu Rongrong's beauty, his heart fell to the bottom following Xu Rongrong's sentence "You look so good-looking".

But Zhan Yiyang hates others saying that she is good-looking, because...Xu Rongrong said that, it means that she has forgotten...

Forgot again.

I can't tell what Zhan Yiyang feels in his heart at the moment, like vinegar mixed with boiled water, like eating immature hawthorn, or biting into an unripe lime.

Sadness all over the sky, with unparalleled sadness, poured into Zhan Yiyang's heart.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

With a [-]% chance, it finally came true.

With a haggard smile on Zhan Yiyang's mouth, he opened his eyes, looked at Xu Rongrong who had been staring at him blankly, and forced himself out of the sad state, "Rongrong, are you hungry? Does your head still hurt? ?”

"Did I have a good relationship with you before?" However, what surprised Zhan Yiyang was that Xu Rongrong didn't answer his question, but instead asked with a confused face if she had ever known him very well.

This made Zhan Yiyang feel a little bit of hope. He hoped that Xu Rongrong would not forget it. He didn't pray that he could remember all their past, but at least he remembered who took her away.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help looking at Xu Rongrong expectantly, "Rongrong, you, do you know who I am? No, do you remember who you are?"

Xu Rongrong frowned in thought, Zhan Yiyang stood beside the hospital bed, his heart was beating like thunder, and he was even more nervous than when he joined the special forces.

However, to his disappointment, Xu Rongrong shook his head, "I don't remember you, nor anyone else."

"No, I don't remember." Zhan Yiyang lowered his eyelids in disappointment, and after a while he forced a smile and raised his head, "It doesn't matter if you don't remember, Rongrong, you will remember me again."

"Well, I don't remember who you are, but I always feel that you are very familiar, as if I knew you once." Xu Rongrong sat up from the hospital bed, resting his chin on one hand, looking at the somewhat lost and depressed man in front of him, There is a little distress in my heart, and I am also slightly moved.

"You, don't be sad. Seeing you sad, I feel even more sad myself." Xu Rongrong raised his right hand and touched Zhan Yiyang's face lightly with his fingertips, but Zhan Yiyang held him tightly right hand.

"Rongrong, it's okay, you'll be fine, and you'll remember me when experts figure out a way to eliminate the virus." Zhan Yiyang smiled at Xu Rongrong, trying to dispel the sad atmosphere in the room just now.

He picked up the barely warm chicken porridge on the cabinet next to him, and looked at Xu Rongrong with a smile, "Are you hungry? Here is your favorite chicken porridge, come and eat some."

"En, good." Xu Rongrong nodded, took the thermos bowl in Zhan Yiyang's hand, gently lifted the edge of the bowl, and a familiar smell of chicken came over his face.

"It's a very familiar taste." Xu Rongrong said in a daze, the smell of this chicken porridge is so familiar, as if she often ate it a long time ago.

"Of course I'm familiar with it. This is your favorite porridge before. Eat it while it's hot, don't let it get cold." Zhan Yiyang lowered his head, looked at Xu Rongrong who was in a daze, and smiled dotingly.

"En." Xu Rongrong nodded, and began to drink porridge in small mouthfuls.

Every mouthful can bring out a burst of familiar feeling in her, something that seems to break through her mind and squeeze into her heart, and the feeling of blankness in her mind gradually fades away.

Fragmentary pictures appeared in Xu Rongrong's mind, each picture was so familiar that it seemed to be embedded in his bones.

The first scene is a meeting place with many people. Men and women stand clearly and separately. She stands at the end of the women, shaking her head and observing the soldiers on the opposite side.

The second scene is the wilderness, the man who just handed him the porridge hugs him in his arms, and the two of them face each other frankly.

The third picture is a grand wedding. She is wearing a snow-white wedding dress, standing in front of this man, looking at him with a sweet face.

The fourth picture is also a grand wedding. The male protagonist in the wedding is this man, while the female protagonist is another person...

The fifth scene is the man holding a boy, standing in front of her, serious and cold.

The sixth picture is the rushing blue, endless sea water...

The memory stopped abruptly, Xu Rongrong brought the chicken porridge to his mouth, took a bite of the cold porridge, and realized that he had been in a daze for a long time.

Hey, it's strange, why didn't that man stop me just now? In my impression, he should stop me from being in a daze and let me drink porridge.

Thinking of this, Xu Rongrong took a deep breath, why did she think this way, why did she think that man would stop her?

Damn it, these are some kind of crap or something.

Xu Rongrong shook her head, trying to get rid of these thoughts that she couldn't figure out.

She continued to sip the chicken porridge while whispering.

If you listen carefully, you can hear what she said, "What kind of mess is this, why do I have these thoughts, these thoughts are so strange, but they feel so familiar. Oh, this is really tangled, I How can I be so entangled... I, I am going to die, I am going to die..."

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