The time of the city

Chapter 191 Forced Memory

The beeping sound only lasted for a moment before Shang Xue's cheerful voice came: "Xiao Yu, why did you call Mom?"

The familiar tone instantly touched the softest part of Mo Yu's heart. Her eyes reddened uncontrollably, and her voice choked slightly: "Mom, I miss you."

"Oh, mom misses our Xiaoyu so much too! Be good and wait for mom to come back, I will bring you a wonderful gift." Shang Xue's voice was full of pampering, as if you could see the curve of her mouth corners.

Mo Yu held her phone tightly, her lips trembling slightly. She was wondering whether she really should tell Shang Xue that she wanted to go abroad, but would they agree?

But Mo Yu was afraid that if she stayed with Ni Jiamu, things would develop in a direction that she could not control, and she would lose her parents forever.

After struggling for a moment, she stammered, "Mom, I think..."

"Baby, let's not talk about it for now. Daddy is asking me to take pictures. Let's have a good chat when we have time, okay?"

"Okay...okay, Mom, you go and get busy." Mo Yu responded softly. She couldn't ruin her mother's rare interest in traveling, so she hung up the phone.

Looking out the window at the azure sky, Mo Yu lost all appetite. She had two more classes in the same classroom that afternoon, so she simply slumped over the table, intending to wait it out.

Suddenly, several WeChat messages popped up on her phone's notification bar. Mo Yu scrolled down the screen and saw a message from Ni Jiamu: "Xiao Yu, have you eaten yet?" Scrolling up, she saw several unread messages.

She paused, tapped her finger on the screen, and replied, "I ate it."

As soon as the message was sent, Ni Jiamu's reply followed: "What did you eat? Let me show you what I ate today." He also attached a photo of delicious food, which showed that it was carefully composed by Ni Jiamu.

Mo Yu looked at the screen. After a moment of silence, she set Ni Jiamu to Do Not Disturb, turned off the phone with a "click", and buried her head in her arms.

At this moment, her heart was in turmoil. Deep down, she didn't want to study abroad alone. She still wanted to stay in City A. She wanted to wait for Lin Xiao to recover and come back, but she was also afraid that Xiao Hecheng would not be able to find her when he came back.

And then she thought, if Ni Jiamu really came to his senses, there would be no need for her to go abroad.

The awkward way they get along now may be because neither side has adapted yet.

She had a new thought every second.

Mo Yu muttered to herself, "If only Xiaoxiao were here, there would be someone to help me with advice."

During this long and agonizing afternoon, Mo Yu struggled with her chaotic thoughts. It was not until the bell for the end of get out of class rang sharply that she realized that two classes had passed and she had not listened to any of them.

As the crowd walked out of the school gate, the familiar Maybach was parked steadily by the roadside. Ni Jiamu stood tall, leaning against the car door, talking on the phone.

The moment he caught a glimpse of Mo Yu, his originally deep eyes seemed to be lit up by bright stars, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose. He took a step towards her and reached out to take the bag from her hand, but the phone was still to his ear. He could only signal Mo Yu with his eyes to hand over the bag while talking.

The school gate was packed with people at the time. The girls around him cast envious glances at him, whispering, "That must be Ni Jiamu, so handsome! Who's that girl next to him? So lucky."

Mo Yu subconsciously hugged her bag tightly, and He Qingqing's words in her mind were like a spell, lingering in her mind.

Ni Jiamu's hand just stopped awkwardly in mid-air, the smile on his face froze slightly, his eyes fixed on Mo Yu, as if trying to see something from her expression.

Finally, the voice on the other end of the phone ended. Ni Jiamu put down the phone, his eyes still on Mo Yu, and asked softly: "What's wrong? Why don't you let me get your bag for you." As he spoke, his hand unconsciously closed the passenger door.

"I'll get it myself." Mo Yu turned her head away, her voice cold, she opened the back door and got in.

Ni Jiamu stood there in a daze, his brows furrowed tightly, the fiery gaze now obscured by a layer of gloom. He couldn't understand why Mo Yu had become so cold to him again after just one morning.

"You think I'm your driver? Sit in the front." Ni Jiamu tried to sound more relaxed, but he couldn't hide the loneliness in his eyes.

"I'm sleepy. I want to catch up on my sleep. It's more comfortable to sit in the back seat." Mo Yu curled up in the back seat, her voice low.

Ni Jiamu sighed helplessly, took a deep look at Mo Yu in the back seat, then sat in the driver's seat, started the car, and slowly drove towards home.

……

Zhao Jianzhi walked briskly, having just emerged from Nan Feng's office, exuding a cheerful aura. He looked up and saw He Qingqing standing at the door, fiddling with her hair idly.

"Hey, Qingqing, why are you here?" Zhao Jianzhi asked jokingly with a smile on his face.

He Qingqing raised her head, her eyes curved into crescents: "Come to see A Feng, and take a look at this high-end place."

Zhao Jianzhi raised his eyebrows and smiled mischievously: "Oh, it seems that you have decided that A Feng is your soulmate. You even came here during working hours."

He Qingqing's cheeks turned slightly red, she stuck out her tongue, and rushed into the office like a little deer.

In the office, Nan Feng was buried in a pile of documents. When he heard the sound of the door being pushed open, he subconsciously looked up.

The moment he saw He Qingqing, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Qingqing, why are you here?"

He Qingqing tilted her head playfully and smiled brightly: "Nothing, I just came to see you, you go about your business and don't bother me." After that, she walked around the office by herself.

Her eyes wandered around the room, and suddenly, a sketch on the table caught her attention. She walked over quickly, picked up the frame, and looked at it carefully.

"Wow, Feng, this drawing really looks like you. It's quite handsome! Who drew this?"

Nan Feng stood up and walked to her side, looking at the painting with doubts in his eyes: "The secretary said I drew it, but I tried to draw it later, and it's not at this level at all. Sometimes I wonder, could amnesia have taken away my painting skills?"

He Qingqing's eyes lit up and she looked at Nan Feng: "Ah Feng, can you let me take a closer look? This painting is really good. I want to learn to paint in the future and draw a picture of you too."

Nan Feng smiled and nodded. He Qingqing held the painting frame in both hands, praising it non-stop: "The lines, the verve, it's amazing..." Before she could finish her words, her hand suddenly slipped.

"Ouch!" He Qingqing screamed, and the picture frame fell straight to the ground, and the glass shattered with a "crash".

"Afeng, I'm sorry, it was my fault." Her face was full of regret, and she quickly squatted down to pick it up.

"I'll do it." Nan Feng said. For some reason, the moment the picture frame fell, his heart suddenly ached, as if it had been stabbed by something.

Nan Feng squatted down to pick up the picture frame. Just then, he noticed a corner of a photo peeking out from behind the frame. Puzzlement flashed in his eyes, and he pulled the photo out. The moment he saw the photo clearly, he froze in place.

"Brother Nanfeng, I'll give you half of the chocolate." A soft and sweet voice sounded in his mind.

"Brother Nan Feng, I will always be by your side." Then another voice followed.

……

Countless images flooded through his mind like a tide, his head splitting and his heart pounding. His hands clutched the photo tightly, his body shaking uncontrollably, his breathing becoming rapid and heavy, and beads of sweat covering his forehead.

He Qingqing also saw the photo, but the most important thing at the moment was Nan Feng. Her face was full of anxiety: "Afeng, is your headache coming back again? Hurry up and take some medicine!" As she said that, she started rummaging in her bag.

"I don't want to eat it. I want to remember it." Nan Feng said gritting his teeth.

In the past, some images would always flash through his mind, and then his head would start to hurt. He would immediately take medicine, and the headache would go away, but those memories were getting farther and farther away from him.

So this time he didn't want to take medicine anymore. He was afraid that one day he would never be able to regain his previous memories.

Although he couldn't clearly see the faces in those blurry images, Nan Feng could strongly feel that the figure was Mo Yu. These images brought him endless pain, but also a sense of happiness welled up in his heart.

He Qingqing finally found the medicine and handed it to Nan Feng: "A Feng, don't hold on, take the medicine quickly."

Nan Feng waved his hand suddenly and spilled the medicine on the ground: "Don't worry about me, I must remember it!" At this moment, he seemed to be in hell, being tortured by pain, but his will was very firm.

Nan Feng felt like his head was about to explode, when suddenly the scene before him became clear. He finally saw the girl's face clearly. It was Mo Yu, her smile as beautiful as a flower. Then, the scene shifted, and a group of strangers surrounded him, syringes in hand, approaching him...

"Ah!" Nan Feng screamed in pain, his body fell backwards, fell heavily to the ground, and fell into a coma.

"Afeng! Afeng! Wake up!" He Qingqing rushed to his side, tears streaming down her face, shouting in a trembling voice.