Good Morning, Dear

Turn around.

Take the paper.

Take the pen.

Cheng Qingyao clearly wrote down two sentences on the paper, and then lay down beside the bed and taught Mo Li to read: "come and read with me..." I know you, you are Cheng Qingyao, you are my wife "..." I am Mo Li, my wife's name is Cheng Qingyao, that's you '... "

Cheng Qingyao took the trouble to teach him again and again, from the evening to the middle of the night, from the middle of the night to dawn. Read from dawn to night, and then from night to dawn. As long as she had time and opportunity, she taught him to read: "come and read with me..."

The Dean was speechless and scratched her forehead again and again. Is this girl stupid? Cute enough to be afraid that Mo Li will sell her later?

Mo Li wakes up when he sleeps. When he wakes up, he feels a headache. His mind is blank and he seems to be confused. He is very irritable, unwilling to see the light and listen to the voice. But once her voice stopped, he was flustered again.

Yao Yao!

Yao Yao!

At noon on the third day, he vomited. He lay down beside the bed and retched. He couldn't vomit anything. The wound swelled with pain due to excessive force of vomiting, which made him fall into a new round of sleep.

A figure floated through my mind quickly... A voice echoed in my mind... Mo Li, Mo Li... Mo Li, Mo Li... Who is Mo Li? Who is Yao Yao? Who is she calling? Who is she?

Eyes fly.

Eyes struggling.

He wanted to wake up and understand all this, but he couldn't wake up.

Cheng Qingyao sat on the edge of the bed, holding a towel to carefully wipe his face. He vomited for a long time without spitting out anything. He also tried too hard, so that his face was pale and white, and his body was covered with a cold sweat. The Dean clearly said it would take three days, but it's almost four days. Why is he still like this?

worry!

Will there be any lesions?

Will you hide anything from her?

Will you really remember nothing when you wake up?

worry!

All kinds of worries!

Lying on the side of the bed, looking at him with complex eyes, fingers gently stroked his eyebrows, his eyes, his nose, fell on his lips, caressed without haste or delay, and leaned over to kiss gently.

His lips were a little hot, but it was her familiar breath. Tears fell down with heartache: "you promised not to leave me, but you didn't promise not to forget me... Don't leave, don't forget me, please don't forget me... If you don't remember me, what am I left..."

Tears wet his lips!

Tears wet his clothes!

He struggled more violently, his eyebrows beat, but he still couldn't wake up. Who was she? Who the hell is she? Why did her words hurt him so much? Yao Yao! Yao Yao! Is she Yao Yao? Who is Yaoyao his? Ah... Uncomfortable

Cheng Qingyao was so depressed that he didn't know how long he cried. He turned and picked up the paper to teach him to read. I don't know how long I read it. Suddenly I saw him open his eyes. His eyes were red and looked at her. Tears slid down the corners of his eyes.

What's going on?

Cheng Qingyao suddenly froze. She didn't understand the situation at all. She didn't know what to do. Her heart fluttered. Did he wake up? Wake up completely, or do you have to sleep after waking up half a while? What was he looking at her to say? Or do you want to say you don't know her?

No no no!

Never say you don't know her!

She looked at him and didn't dare to speak. She waited for him to speak first. But afraid of his nonsense, she opened her mouth first: "are you awake?"

"Well!" he looked at her, staring at her.

"Still sleeping?"

"Don't sleep."

"Is there any pain?"

"No."

"I'll call a doctor..."

"Don't cry." as soon as she got up, he took her hand and didn't want her to go, clasping her fingers.

Cheng Qingyao looked down at the hands they held together. Her tears burst into tears. She didn't want to face the truth and had to face it. She sat down again, looked into his eyes and said to him very seriously and nervously, "I've taught you many times. You should learn it. Now I'm going to ask a question. You can't answer wrong, you know?"

"Yes!"

"What's my name?"

"Cheng Qingyao."

Cheng Qingyao's eyes lit up. Yes, he was right. He was right: "who am I?"

"Wife."

Cheng Qingyao's bright eyes are round again. Yes, yes, that's it. Yes, yes: "do you know me?"

"Yes."

"Who are you?"

"Don't leave."

"Who is your wife?"

"You."

Cheng Qingyao smiled, all right, all right, but... What does this mean? She teaches well? He learned it all? His smiling face suddenly sank again. At the same time, he said, "we are husband and wife. We have a marriage certificate and a wedding ring."

As like as two peas, she took her hand to her lips, kissed her finger ring, and the same ring as him: "Cheng Qing Yao, how could I forget you? I love you so much, so I love you, so I can't forget you if I love you. I promise you I will never forget you."

"Wow", Cheng Qingyao cried again. She cried earth shaking and deafening. She was so wronged, scared and relieved. He didn't forget her. He remembered all that he was still her and hers.

"What's the matter again?" the Dean heard the loud cry and was so frightened that he ran to the ward with the ball under his feet.

"...." Cheng Qingyao was like last time. She cried so hard that she could not speak. She just pointed at him and pointed at him.

Mo Li turned his back to the door. The Dean couldn't see his face and walked in with big steps. When I went to the bed and saw him with his eyes open and his mouth smiling, I immediately understood what was going on.

"If you don't wake up and restore your memory, your wife can turn this ward into a classroom. In and out, I just listen to her say, 'come and read with me. I know you. You are Cheng Qingyao and my wife'."

Mo Li looked at her and smiled. Her eyes were tender and affectionate!

The Dean smiled and said, "your wife is a living treasure, a rare one in a hundred years. I was surprised before. Why did you take a fancy to her? Now I understand that jewelry is easy to find, but living treasures are hard to find."

"She's probably scared a lot this time." Mo Li loosened his ten finger clasp and reached out to touch her face. He was already thin, but he lost a lot. He didn't have any meat on his face, and his eyes became more and more round and big: "don't worry blindly when you listen to the president's words in the future. He doesn't have a grip on this. Why should he sit in the president's position?"

"You said you didn't know me... The dean said that temporary amnesia might become permanent amnesia..." Cheng Qingyao looked at it. The Dean didn't know when he had left, and there were only two of them in the ward.

The dean is a person who came here. He knows everything he should know. He is also an old doctor. He knows that Mo Li is fine. He retreated temporarily, left time and space for the little couple, and thoughtfully closed the door for them, flipped the doorplate: "don't disturb during rest"