I Lost My Memory After She Was Moved

At noon the next day, Jian Mu came back from the company, looked at the closed door next door, hesitated for a while, was about to knock on the door, but was told by Zhang Ming, who was just going out, that Cen Luo had gone out with two suitcases.

Jian Mu was stunned for a few seconds, and her heart flashed with disappointment. Is it because of what happened yesterday? Carrying luggage, is it traveling or moving?

Throughout the day, Jian Mu was a little absent-minded, wanted to ask but dared not ask, the chat box opened and closed.

Yang Qing, who had been standing at the desk waiting for Jian Mu's answer, heard Jian Mu's slight sigh and was so frightened that she didn't dare to let out a word, thinking that her work had gone wrong.

After a while, I found that she was always looking at her phone from time to time, so I carefully asked her if there was something wrong with the file.

Jian Mu shook her head, and then handed over the documents she had read to Yang Qing.

However, the moment the document was handed back to Yang Qing, Jian Mu's face turned cloudy like the weather, suddenly brightened, and the corners of her lips rose slightly.

Yang Qing seldom saw Jian Mu's mood swings, and smiles like this were even rarer.

Curiosity returns to curiosity, but Yang Qing understands that her identity is not suitable for getting the answer to this question.

Before Yang Qing left the office, she deliberately looked back at Jian Mu, only to see that the smile on her face remained undiminished, and her fingertips slid across the screen, as if she was refreshing something.

Yang Qing didn't understand, she shook her head and went out the door. She just walked to the secretary's office when she happened to meet Xiaomi, an assistant who was passing by. She couldn't help but ask her if she thought Mr. Jane was weird recently.

Xiaomi was taking a cup of hot water from the cup of tea in his hand. Hearing that, he stopped and answered her without hesitation: "You found it too? In the past, Mr. Jian either stayed in the product development room or in the office every day to deal with it. Documents, basically only care about things related to products, but now she still cares about us, and even asks about our love life."

Yang Qing was thoughtful, and now Jian Mu is indeed a lot more human.

"But Secretary Yang, why are you asking this?" Xiaomi then realized that she just seemed to be discussing her boss casually behind her back.

Although the company does not stipulate that you cannot talk about your boss casually, it is impossible to guarantee that you will not be sued casually.

Even if she thinks Yang Qing is not such a person...

Probably not.

"If I ask you, you will answer? I'm just testing your mouth. How can you, as the assistant to the president, answer whatever I ask? Fortunately, I am a good person. What if other colleagues wear small shoes for you? ?" Yang Qing coughed lightly and said in a pretentious manner, "It can't be like this next time."

Xiaomi has only been working for more than a year, and she is not as experienced as Yang Qing. She was stunned by her words.

Just keep nodding and saying that she will pay attention next time.

Yang Qing didn't mean to scare her, she patted her on the shoulder when she saw this, and saw the thermos cup in her hand, soothing her: "Not many young people drink hot water now, drink more hot water and drink more hot water ."

Jian Mu didn't know what happened outside the door. At this time, she was watching Cen Luo Xinfa's circle of friends.

Because I didn't dare to like or comment, I scrolled up and down the interface and looked at this small line repeatedly.

[Sure enough, my favorite is Cotton City. picture】

Cen Luo attached a landscape picture, which included mountain streams and springs and clusters of flowers and weeds.

You can smell the fresh and natural air across the screen.

It turned out to be back to Cotton City.

With two boxes of luggage, it should be there for a long time.

Jian Mu vaguely remembered that she had an itinerary for Miancheng, and took a look at the schedule and found that it was half a month later.

Half a month, a long time.

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The house is still the familiar appearance in my memory, the small bungalow and the big garden, but it is a lot dilapidated. Because the garden lacks people to take care of, the flowers and plants inside are also very messy.

Cen Luo suddenly remembered that when she was a child, she made a wish to be a florist and asked Cen Xi to do chores for her.

I still remember that after a certain exam, because of her unsatisfactory grades, Cen Xi was taught a lesson by her parents for a long time, saying that she would have no way out in the future, and the company would not give her management.

Although Cen Xi was always fierce to her, Cen Luo still couldn't bear to see her reprimanded, and always pulled her away when Cen Xi was reprimanded.

The two returned to Miancheng that time, when the grandmother was still there.

Grandma was trimming the flowers and branches in the garden, and she and Cen Xi hugged the cut flowers and learned to wrap them in beautiful paper like they did on TV.

"Grandma has such a big garden. I'll be a florist in the future. Come and do chores for me."

"No, I want to be a reporter, and you do chores for me."

"Then, how about my grandma planting flowers and I'll be a florist? You come to interview us, how about that?"

"okay then."

The past is vivid in my mind, and the familiar scenes will indeed easily evoke the past, even if she is mentally prepared before coming.

Still can't escape the sadness of right and wrong.

Cen Luo took out the key and opened the door, a burst of thick dust and an imperceptible spider web swept across his face.

Cen Luo covered his mouth and nose, picked up the broom in the door and waved it, and waved his way out.

Walking to the familiar room, Cen Luo paused. On the right was Cen Xi's room. Cen Luo thought about it and finally went to Cen Xi's room first.

The display inside is exactly the same as in memory, and it has not changed at all, as if Cen Xi is still there.

The crystal ball on the table has been covered with dust, and it is no longer as clean and dazzling as I remembered.

It was bought that year after Cen Xi smashed her piggy bank, and she brought it back with her when she returned to Cotton City.

Cen Luo heaved a sigh of relief, exited the room, and then returned to his room, briefly cleaned and tidied up, and then put his luggage away.

The whole house was silent, except for her breathing.

If only they were there.

Suddenly, a cell phone rang in the room, pulling back Cen Luo's thoughts.

It was her friend in Cotton City—Yu Jiao.

Cen Luo contacted her long before coming to Miancheng.

Before contacting her, in order to ensure that she would not make an oolong, she also specifically checked with Qin Ran whether she really had friends in Miancheng.

In the past few years, because Cen Luo has come back once a year, Yu Jiao has always been in contact with her.

Probably the content of the call was to ask Cen Luo to wait for her at home, and she would go to her immediately.

In the past, Qin Ran would often come to Miancheng with Xu Fengwan to find her, so Qin Ran also knew her friends in Miancheng.

According to Qin Ran, Yu Jiao is now a math teacher in a junior high school in Miancheng.

At the beginning, the person who asked her to buy novels and magazines on her behalf and borrowed her to go out of the campus all day long talking about killing an improper teacher turned out to be a junior high school teacher.

After a while, Yu Jiao arrived at her house.

Seeing Cen Luo for the first time, Yu Jiao did not greet her, but asked her for credit:

"Have you seen the flowers and plants in your garden? Isn't it as messy as you imagined? It's all up to me, come to your garden to step on both feet."

Zen Luo laughed.

Yu Jiao didn't have much difference in his memory, his appearance was nothing more than a little more gentle, with a pair of frame glasses on the bridge of his nose, and long hair in a shawl.

Anyone who sees it is a good teacher.

Cen Luo also thought so, if Yu Jiao didn't say what to do next, Cen Luo would continue to think so.

"I can't do this job for a day, and I'll resign when I finish taking this class of students."

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

Thinking that Cen Luo had just returned from Yuncheng, and that the first place Cen Luo went every time he came back was the suburbs, Yu Jiao led Cen Luo to the suburbs.

"No, the job is very good, I'm not suitable." Yu Jiao sighed, "Do you remember your roommate Deng Die? She seems to be traveling around a lot now, and she is very envious."

Just after Yu Jiao said this, he remembered something and said, "Have you not been in contact with her? Did she like you?"

Cen Luo was stunned when he heard the words, and after thinking about it for a while, he replied, "No, you remembered it wrong."

Cen Luo has a deep memory of junior high school. She remembers that Deng Die doesn't like talking very much. Although she and Deng Die are at the same table, they rarely talk. The relationship between the two may only exist when they hand in homework every day.

Only once, the two accidentally rubbed a little, that time Deng Die cried for a long time, which scared Cen Luo quite a bit.

Later, Cen Luo learned to be cautious in words and deeds, and try not to conflict with Deng Die. Later, after changing seats, the two did not speak.

However, when she graduated from junior high school, Deng Die sent her a message wishing her a happy graduation.

Most of the classmates in the class would send each other such a message, but Cen Luo didn't take it to heart, and the two never met again after that.

"That's probably my memory." Seeing that Cen Luo's expression didn't seem to be fake, Yu Jiao didn't bother anymore.

The two came to the stream, Cen Luo looked up at the blue sky, and felt that the bunch of wild flowers beside the stream looked pretty, so he found an angle and took a photo, and then sent it to a circle of friends.

"Don't you usually post a selfie? Why don't you post a selfie?" Yu Jiao saw the content on her screen by chance, then took out his mobile phone and stood in front of Cen Luo, "Come and take a photo together, I'll post it on Moments. "

Cen Luo agreed.

The two took a photo, Yu Jiao randomly found a filter, and joked with Cen Luo while adjusting the picture, "I'll show you a fun one later."

Cen Luo: "Huh?"

After adjusting the picture, Yu Jiao posted the picture in the circle of friends.

Then point the phone screen at Cen Luo, so that she can clearly see the changes above.

At first, Cen Luo didn't understand what she meant, but the next moment Cen Luo saw the sudden increase in likes and comments on the page.

There were beeps of news beeps in the ears.

Yu Jiao took the phone back and chuckled: "Look, what a neat comment, all asking where are you, haha."

Didn't hear Cen Luo's answer, Yu Jiao deliberately slid the page to the chat interface again and showed it to her:

"Look, they're all asking where and when you're going back, tsk tsk, and people are asking if you didn't return to Cotton City until March."

"This group of people remembers when you came back. You see how popular you are."

Most of the names above Cen Luo remembered, and they were some classmates in junior high school.

Cen Luo thought for a while, and then asked in confusion, "Is it so popular?"

Yu Jiao smiled and answered without hesitation: "Of course, you are the little goddess of our junior high school."

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