Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The old lady looks more than 70 years old, wearing a pair of reading glasses, white hair pulled up, wearing a gray sweater and skirt, but her noble temperament can not be concealed.

"Her memory is not very good. Since the car accident 20 years ago, she will forget what happened yesterday every day. I will tell her our story every day... Today's Shan still doesn't know who she is. She has been sitting there all day and is happy and quiet."

The old man came over and brought a pot of brewed black tea in front of them. The scarlet tea cup cushion Crocheted below was very exquisite.

Hearing this, ye Qingcheng was slightly surprised and asked subconsciously, "will you forget it every day?"

"Yes, every day she wakes up, she doesn't know who she is and who I am. She has different memories every day... Like goldfish, she will forget after 7 seconds," the old man smiled. "I'm also free. The only thing to do every day is to tell her our story."

Ye Qingcheng has seen this type of film and always feels that it doesn't show, so ye Qingcheng doesn't like watching these things to kill time. Unexpectedly, the plot in the film will really happen in reality.

"More than 20 years ago, hang Shan experienced a car accident. She was only 58 years old. She was a beautiful old girl," the old man seemed to be telling a trivial joke, relaxed and plain, "But it's a good thing that there's nothing wrong with a car accident. It's just that there's a problem with memory. I forget what happened yesterday every day. I tell her different things every day... I've been together for so long for decades, and my memories are unclear..."

The old man smiled and didn't complain at all.

Ye Qingcheng turned his head slightly. Dongfang Shijin was pouring black tea, and his handsome face was calm.

What does she seem to know?

Dongfang Shijin brought her here just to let her listen to this?

"Although there is something wrong with her memory, she still hasn't changed. She still loves dancing as always..." the old man sat opposite them. When he said this, he turned his face slightly and looked at the old lady sitting at the other end, but his eyes were soft.

It's hard to imagine that after an accident, your other half forgot all his memories. For more than 20 years, every day, he is tirelessly repeating the same memories.

Her every day is a new day, which is undoubtedly painful for the other half, but he turned the day into a happy poem.

Ye Qingcheng was slightly stunned, and some didn't respond.

"Today is the last day here. This shop was originally a coffee shop that Shanshan liked very much. She would quarrel here every day since she was discharged from the hospital. I'll just buy it here. Now... Shanshan will go to the hospital the day after tomorrow. She's not in good health, so the shop won't open tomorrow," the old man smiled as if relieved, "Over the years, people have come to see her every day. She doesn't remember who she is."

Ye Qingcheng lowered her head and listened silently. Dongfang Shijin put black tea in front of her and whispered to her, "drink some black tea to warm your hands and sleep all the way in the car."

"Well..."

The old man looked over and smiled.

Ye Qingcheng looked up and saw a newspaper on the table.