Chapter 9: Nightmare

Zhou Wen?
Ye Hao’s eyebrows moved, is that person who has been chatting with himself for twenty minutes?
"Hello." She opened her side and let the other party enter the house. Such a polite attitude seemed to make Zhou Wen somewhat uncomfortable. She smiled and nodded to her and walked into the room full of girls' fantasy.
When Zhou Wen entered the house, she saw an illustration placed next to the bookcase. She turned around and almost looked at Ye Hao with joy: "Hey, are you willing to continue painting?"
Her eyes made Ye Hao somewhat inexplicable. She closed the door and went to Zhou Wen: "I don't remember the previous things. Are you a college student?"
The joy in Zhou Wen’s eyes was extinguished at a speed visible to the naked eye. She looked at Ye Hao and her eyes were sad:
I am the daughter of Aunt Zhou. We often play together when we were young. Don’t you remember?

Ye Yiyi, the daughter of Aunt Zhou?
She felt that she was still too sweet. She had imagined thousands of possibilities. Even her ex-girlfriend, who was Qin Kong, had thought about it. She did not expect that she was the daughter of Aunt Zhou.
Seeing Ye Hao’s expression was a bit stunned, Zhou Wen suddenly smiled:
You were like this six years ago, and you don’t remember anything. The whole person is as light as boiled water.

"Oh, sorry." Ye Hao didn't know why he apologized. He just lost his memory and added a lot of blockage to the people around him.
Zhou Wen shook her head and her eyes were still curved. Like a small crescent, Ye Hao thought that Zhou Ayi must be a beautiful woman when she was young. Zhou Wen went back and went to see Ye Hao’s painting: "But this time you are different from the last one, just like these paintings, it is very vivid."
Ye Hao did not answer, from her understanding of herself in the album, she used to be like Zhou Wen said.
"How come you want to take these pictures out?"
"Well, there is no special idea. I just think that they should not be kept in the drawer all the time." Ye Hao looked at the paintings, each pair of colors was so bright, because these colors, this pink room is not It’s so hard to accept.
Zhou Wen turned her head back: "Hey, you can paint again, I am very happy."
"Hey..." Ye Hao didn't know how to answer her. She just put the picture out. She didn't think about painting. She just saw Zhou Wen's look and couldn't say it.
The door was ringed again, and Aunt Zhou took some snacks and fruit and came back. Zhou Wen is very talkative. Although Ye Hao doesn't remember anything, she can always find the topic. Ye Hao also learned some information during her chat with her. For example, Zhou Wen is three years older than her. Now she runs a self-owned clothing store online and is single and unmarried.
It was only because of her reason why she was with Zhou Ayi’s surname. Ye Hao does not intend to go deeper, after all, she is also with her mother's surname.
It seems that I was finally tired. Zhou Wen forked a small tomato and looked at Ye Wei with a comfortable mood: "We chatted like this last time... I think, um, at least six years ago."
Ye Hao frowned, and six years is now a sensitive number for her.
"After your last amnesia, it was like being a person. We looked at it, but we didn't know how to comfort you. You know, you are very talented in painting, you told me about you. The dream of the future is to be a fashion designer. Hey, you can only say that things are impermanent. When you come back, you put all the paintings into the drawer, never mention the pen, even the university has studied finance according to the family tradition. ""
Ye Hao listened to it. The accident six years ago was like a watershed. She divided her past 21 years into two distinct ones. Now that she has lost her memory again, is it a watershed?
She looked at Zhou Wen and suddenly remembered the phone. She could talk to her for twenty minutes. This Zhou Wen’s words should not be underestimated:
I saw a call record on my mobile phone, you called me. I have been talking for a long time, what did we say?"
Zhou Wen sighed and said: "I want to ask you to help our brand design the next quarter's clothing. I have always felt that it is a pity that you give up painting. I hope to see you pick up the brush again. That day."
Ye Hao feels that the pressure is a bit big: "This is really not that I don't want to help you, but I am now losing my memory. I am afraid that no one is designed to buy anything."
"I have confidence in you!" Zhou Wen's black eyes lit up two small flames. "You haven't seen your own clothes. Oh, yes, I have a few pictures that you painted before the accident." Painting, I will bring it to you next time!"
"Okay." Before Zhou Wen’s enthusiasm for fire, Ye Hao had to choose a compromise. I got a positive reply, Zhou Wen was very happy: "That's it, I will come back to see you next week, you have a good rest!"
Zhou Wen forked the last small tomato in the plate and waved at Ye Hao.
Ye Hao looked at the door that was closed again, and sat for a while before I remembered that I had not taken medicine today.
These medicines can all be opened by the doctors of the season. Every time they eat them, they will feel that they are sprouting.
Meng Meng's Ye Hao looked at the empty fruit plate and decided to go to the kitchen to get some fruit.
She picked up the fruit plate on the table, recalled the location of the kitchen, and walked happily. Far away, it seems that someone is talking, like Aunt Zhou’s voice, Ye Hao slows down and finally stops at the door.
"Wen Wen, you have to believe in your mother, that is really not..." Aunt Zhou said that it was suddenly broken because she found Ye Hao standing at the door. "Miss, is there anything?"
The sound is as calm as ever.
Zhou Wen heard this and turned around in a panic. Her mood seemed to be a little excited, her cheeks were red, like a fierce debate with people.
Ye Hao smiled at them and pointed to the fruit plate in his hand: "Aunt Zhou, is there fruit?"
Aunt Zhou nodded, took the fruit plate in her hand, and cut some fruit and put it up. Zhou Wen stood aside and was overwhelmed, but the emotions gradually calmed down. She looked at what Ye Hao seemed to want to ask, but she never asked for an exit. Ye Hao was like not aware, just standing there quietly waiting for Zhou Ayi to cut the fruit.
She took the fruit, thanked Zhou Ayi, and went back to her room, but when she closed the door, her brow wrinkled.
Although she did not listen to the complete dialogue, it is obvious that Zhou Wen’s mother and daughter had a dispute. Zhou Wen seems to be asking Zhou Ayi what, Zhou Ayi’s said, what is it?
Ye Hao’s head is a little bit painful. She thinks that when she returns to the hospital tomorrow, Dr. Ji finds that her condition has deteriorated. Will she be hospitalized again?
There is no mood to eat fruit now. She lay down on the bed and turned to the phone number of Zuo Yi. Do you want to tell the left police officer about this matter? However, just hearing such a sentence does not prove anything. It is also common for mothers and daughters to have disputes.
Putting the phone back to the bed, she closed her eyes and put her hand on her forehead. This family, maybe everyone is not worth trusting.
Ye Hao had some sleepiness, just about to fall asleep, there was a brisk knock on the door.
Ye Hao turned over and did not intend to open the door, but the knocker was obviously more persevering than her, and the knocking on the door lasted for at least five minutes. Ye Hao opened the door with anger.
Unsurprisingly, there was a curl outside the door, and Master Qin came to brush the presence. Ye Hao didn't understand, he is not a general manager, how can he be so busy? It seems that I saw Ye Hao’s bad mood. Qin air raised a delicate box and looked at her with a smile:
I just heard Zhou Ayi say that you want to eat macarons and buy it specially.

Ye Hao stood at the door and didn't let him in. "But I am a little sleepy now, just want to sleep."
Qin Kong’s eyes sparkled, suggesting conscience:
It’s so smart, I’m sleepy, let’s sleep together.

Ye Hao’s voice closed the door.
Qin Kong: "..."
"Open the door, hey, open the door!" The bell knocked on the door again. Ye Hao couldn't bear to grab the pillow next to him and smashed it toward the closed door: "Don't knock on the snow! Fu Wenpei is not there!"
Qin Kong: "..."
The people outside the door finally stopped, Ye Hao breathed a sigh of relief, just brewing a good sleep, Qin Kong's voice passed from the balcony: "Oh, Juliet, you are the beautiful sun, there is where you are East! Oh, Juliet, why am I Romeo?"
Ye Wei: "..."
Help! Who will manage this neuropathy! ! ! !
Ye Hao sighed and went to the window. Qin Kong saw her find her head and recited her strength: "Oh, she came out! There is a glimmer of light in the window of the East..."
Snapped!
Ye Hao’s pillow hit the face of Qin Kong accurately and without mistake.
Qin Kong, ko.
Qin Kong finally drove away from Ye Family and also abducted a pillow from Ye Hao. Ye Hao lay in bed and felt that her head hurt more than just now. When returning to the hospital tomorrow, I must let the doctor of the season give a prescription to Qin Kong. I don't know if the doctor is not in the psychiatric department.
After a day of torture, the weak Ye Hao finally lived up to the nightmare of a night. When she finally woke up from her dreams, the first rays of the morning sun had spilled into the pink room.
Ye Hao wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, his face pale and infiltrated.
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