Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: 740. Seventy-ninth bowl of soup (1)

Seventy-ninth bowl of soup (1)

【She should have returned to him, forgotten the past, and lived happily with him. ]

When Qing Huan woke up, her brain hurt. She opened her eyes and saw a piece of snow white, the unique smell of disinfectant told her that this should be a hospital. She...

Wait a minute, how did she get here?

Who is she?

She just tried to think about this problem, and she felt a headache. She reached out to rub her forehead, but found that her wrist hurts badly. When she lifted it up and looked, she realized that it was wrapped in layers of gauze, and seemed to be seriously injured, and there were faint red bloodstains leaking out.

What happened...

She...

At this time, the door of the ward was opened, and a middle-aged nurse walked in. She was stunned when she saw that she was awake, and then smiled: "Are you awake?"

"Hello." She found her voice hoarse, "Why am I here..."

"Ah?" The nurse was stunned for a second, then sighed, "Why do you want to die at such a young age? Do you know how many people in this world want to live? Look at the ward in the next ward. , trying so hard not to die, but you're good, you don't cherish your life at all. From the time you were hospitalized until now, there is no one to see you, you girl—"

Nagging, but every sentence is for the sake of Qinghuan. Qing Huan couldn't remember what happened, she listened quietly, and then asked, "Excuse me, can you help me arrange a time for an examination? I don't remember anything."

The nurse was talking when she opened her mouth in astonishment when she heard this. Qing Huan smiled slightly at her, her heart was calm and clear, she really didn't remember anything, and she didn't know if she could still remember it.

This is a big deal!

The results of the examination came out very quickly. The doctor could not explain the situation and could only treat it as an accident. There were no measures or treatments for it, so after examination, her physical skills were normal. The only thing that can be done is to ask her to come back for regular check-ups after she is discharged, lest anything else be overlooked.

Qing Huan found a home according to the information about her enthronement in the hospital. In fact, she had better rest in the hospital for a while. The doctor was also very worried that she would continue to seek death, because the act of cutting her wrists before was so scary, she could still It was a miracle to be rescued. If it wasn't for Qing Huan's repeated assurances that she would not be short-sighted, the enthusiastic doctors and nurses would not have agreed to let her out of the hospital at all.

She lives in a very high-class community, and it is obvious that she is very rich. But all of this is too unfamiliar to Qing Huan, she can't remember anything, and she doesn't like the decorations here - overwhelming pink, as if the owner is still alive in the world of unrealistic dolls. But there has never been a fairy tale in the adult world. She was not sober, and she chose to commit suicide. What happened before that?

Because her left hand still hurts and she can't do any heavy work, Qing Huan can only peel off the overwhelming pink lace and put away everything that can be put away, so that the house will be much cleaner. She sat on the sofa and sighed.

The lighting here is very good. It is reasonable to say that living in such a place should be in a good mood, but she has no memory and her heart is a little heavy, and she doesn't know anything about her past. This feeling is terrible.

Qing Huan sat for a while and went to the bedroom. She should have cut her wrists in the bathroom in the bedroom, because the blood here has dried up, but no one has cleaned it. She stared at the pool of blood in a trance, the smell of blood had already faded away, but the color alone made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

She used to be so unloving of her own life.

There was another sharp pain in her wrist, she touched it, took a deep breath, and walked out.

In the next hour, she turned on her personal computer and found a series of things such as the real estate certificate, passbook, ID card, etc., and barely understood her identity. An orphan whose parents died, was adopted by a friend of his parents, and moved out to live alone after he was admitted to university until now. She is very rich, really very, very rich. Her parents left her a huge business empire, but unfortunately she doesn't like this line of business, so far it has been run by professional agents. She studied art, and in the company she was just the general manager in name, no matter what. Fortunately, the agents are all friends of their parents, and they are sincere to her.

A group photo hangs in the study, and it can be seen that I have a very good relationship with them. The couple also looks friendly, hugging her shoulders affectionately, and there are always their figures in the album - and theirs A pair of children.

From a little old boy, to a handsome boy, to a mature young man, to an elegant adult male, Qing Huan gently stroked the man in the photo, and tears fell.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, but as soon as she saw this person, she felt a burst of pain in her heart.

With a snap, Qing Huan closed the album, she even took all the pictures and locked them in a drawer - nothing to see, it would only make her sad.

Then she sat there in a daze, turned on her mobile phone, whether it was a circle of friends or the Internet, basically every status she posted had something to do with that man. They were even very close and intimate, and it could be seen that they The relationship is definitely not simple.

Are you boyfriend and girlfriend?

If so, why wasn't he by her side, never saw her, and never sent her a message?

Afterwards, she saw some states that only she could see. It was a very unfamiliar self to her. Every word is full of crazy paranoia, and even pictures of self-mutilation and words about suicide.

Very sad and desperate, feeling that there is no hope in life - just because the man broke up.

Why didn't you say the breakup, because Qing Huan committed suicide the next day.

She sighed, still feeling sad, and didn't delete it because it was her past. It is very precious to her who has no memory, but she doesn't want to live in the past. She feels that the reason why she somehow forgets these are the arrangements of God. What she has to do is to live again, live well, Rather than continue to indulge in the past.

I felt sad to see that man, so I put up all the photos, and I felt lost and confused, so I found something to do to keep myself busy, and it would get better, she believed.

So she applied for a new online account, and she didn't add anyone she knew in the address book before, and sent the first message: Hi, myself, hello.

With a picture of the sunset just taken. The clouds on the horizon are bright and dazzling, it is obviously dusk, but there is a magical feeling of exuberance of life. She felt that she was like this cloud, the daytime is a memory that has passed, and after the cloud, a new day will come again.

That's what she should grasp.

She will feel sad when she thinks about that person and wants to cry, so don't think about it. If the person she likes makes her so sad, and the sadness will cut so many wounds on her wrist, then it's better not to like it. .

She packed up a lot of things in pairs, and then threw them all away. Later, when she sat in an empty room, she felt empty, and then she thought that she had a lot of money, so she simply called the decoration company and prepared to put Change home.

Any pink girly lace dolls are thrown away, and she doesn't want anything in the past. Changed to a clean minimalist style, bought a new bookshelf and a new desk and set up a new studio, only to find that the studio was full of the man's appearance. Gentle, happy, sad, angry... and heartless.

She lost it all.

There are a lot of cute tutu skirts in the closet, and Qinghuan didn't leave them. It takes a long time to set up a new home. These are her plans, and she has to take her time.

But on the Internet that day, when she was sitting in the living room eating takeaway, someone suddenly rang the doorbell.

Looking through the cat's eyes, she was stunned. It was the man in the album. She remembered...it seemed to be Liang Ze. In the circle of friends who show affection, she is always called Aze Aze, but for some reason, he finally proposed to break up.

Qing Huan hesitated to open the door, but Liang Ze said, "I know you are at home, Qing Huan, open the door quickly."

She opened the door obediently. Liang Ze was a head taller than her. She was already tall, so she still had to look up at him. Then I found out that the real person looks better than the photo. The familiarity and sourness made Qing Huan want to cry. She wanted to throw herself into this man's arms, hug him tightly, blame him, accuse him, and act like a spoiled child.

But she knows she can't do anything. She just looked at the man and asked, "Why are you here?"

“How did you get out of the hospital?”

The two asked in unison, but Qinghuan answered first: "I think I'm better, so I don't want to stay there anymore."

"Is it really okay? You still need to change your medicine. What about your daily life? Who will take care of you?" Liang Ze walked in naturally with a lunch box in his hand, first frightened by the empty living room , and then frowned when he saw the takeaway at the dinner table, "Don't eat this kind of junk food, I made you dinner and brought it."

Qing Huan walked to the dining table and sat down, watching Liang Ze skillfully open the lunch box, set the dishes one by one, and put a pair of chopsticks for her. It looked like she was taking care of her habits. The photos and the circle of friends are like this, and he has been taking care of her.

Do you want to break up with her because you are tired?

Qing Huan didn't want to eat after two bites, "You don't have to do this, the takeout is actually quite delicious."

"Don't you like to eat takeaway?" That's why he has developed a good cooking skill.

Qing Huan looked at him: "I don't remember anything."

Liang Ze knew that he had a meeting to be held today. After the meeting, he rushed to the hospital and learned that the person had been discharged. He asked the doctor carefully, then made dinner and came over. He also knew that she...nothing remembered. "I know."

She smiled at Liang Ze, "So you don't have to be so troublesome, I can do it by myself."

It's been a long time since they broke up, she's been in the hospital for months.