Chapter 504: Strokes of love (seeking monthly ticket)

He was abandoned...
Yes.
He remembered!
He was abandoned!
At this moment, the woman who looked worriedly at her asking what was wrong with her, cruelly abandoned on the deserted street.
No longer find the meaning of living, want to remove her from his world forever, want to completely forget her existence... So, he has amnesia!
"Mo Nianchen? Mo Nianchen? What's the matter with you, don't scare me!" Li Shengxia called nervously, "You are talking!"
Mo Nianchen looked at Li Shengxia in a daze, and finally saw her clearly.
At this moment, she seemed to completely overlap with the woman in his memory.
The scene of them kissing together, dancing together, evidence of love, and quarreling, hysterical rejection, endless waiting...
She was the one who threw the music box away, she was the one who had his clothes torn off, and the one who threw the tiramisu off by him... The one who he has been waiting for, but couldn't wait, is her... ...It's her...It's all her! !
Li Shengxia pushed Mo Nianchen's wheelchair and ran desperately at the airport, "It's okay Mo Nianchen, it's okay, and I will be at the hospital soon."
Mo Nianchen didn't say a word all the way, but inside his heart was a huge wave...
The hospital is here...
The doctor bandaged the wound for him.
Li Shengxia asked nervously: "Doctor, there is an old wound on his finger, may I have any sequelae..."
"It's okay, it's just skin trauma." The doctor said lightly, "Don't be nervous."
Is it just a skin injury? Li Shengxia breathed a sigh of relief, but why did Mo Nianchen look weird.
She looked at Mo Nianchen with a nervous expression, "Mo Nianchen, how are you?"
Mo Nianchen looked at her blankly, as if to pass through her and see through the memory.
He will never forget the cruelty of that night. But why is she going back to his world now? Still spending two months by his side? So he doesn't know whether he should hate her now!
"Mo Nianchen?" She approached him, trying to tentatively pat his shoulder.
"Don't touch me..." He suddenly shook her away coldly.
Her movements froze...
She looked at him in surprise.
The indifference in his eyes gradually faded, leaving only the usual indifference.
"I don't like physical contact with other people." He said.
"..."
But they still...
Did he think about the unpleasant things last night?
Li Shengxia retracted her finger and bowed her head in silence.
He pushes the wheel on his own.
She hurriedly followed, "Your finger is hurt, let me come."
"No need." He faintly refused.
"Let me help you." She couldn't help but hold his wheelchair and push the cart.
He did not resist any more.
Silent all the way.
Back to the airport again.
Boarding.
The plane began to take off.
He sat next to her and said nothing.
She didn't know what had happened to him suddenly, and began to adjust the atmosphere, "Mo Nianchen, let's play a game. Um... let me ask you, what is the stroke of the girl's last name you like?"
He replied coldly, "I don't have a girl I like."
"Well, isn't Wu Xia?" She obviously should be sad, but suddenly she was a little happy for some reason. I probably think that as long as he doesn’t like anyone, she still has a chance...
He sneered, "She is not a girl anymore."
"..." Li Shengxia's smile suddenly stiffened. What did he mean by this sentence? Could it be that what happened to him and Wu Xia? Why did her heart suddenly become messy.
Seeing her ugly face, he said coldly: "What about you, what is the last name of the person you like?"
She ignored his cold tone and thought he was in a bad mood because he was accidentally injured just now.
Hearing his willingness to ask her, she couldn't help but happily said: "Fifteen paintings. The last name of the person I like, the strokes are fifteen paintings."
I don’t know how many times I have written the word ‘ink’. I clearly remember its strokes and outline her love.
Mo Nianchen twisted his eyebrows, thinking of the word "Situ" in his heart, and counted the strokes, no more, no less, just fifteen strokes. Can't help but sneer. She really chose Situ.
An inexplicable feeling of irritability arises spontaneously.
Now that Situ Ye has been selected, why are you here to provoke him? sympathy? Poor?
She didn't come that day, she was really looking for Situ Ye. He waited for her in the cardamom tea restaurant that year, and what he waited was her ruthless abandonment!
She went to see Situ Ye, but he had lost his memory and was disabled because he was waiting for her to get rid of the car accident. She saw him amnesia, saw him disabled, so she felt that he was very pitiful, so she came to sympathize with him, all she pleased, just to relieve her psychological burden! ?
Mo Nianchen firmly held the armrest of the wheelchair and said coldly in his heart: Li Shengxia, what do you think I am? I don't need your sympathy, I don't need your pity! I do not need! ! Since you have chosen someone else, don't provoke me again!
I am not Yin Tuoyu. I will not accept Yao Banxia's sympathy and pity, and let her accompany her. Because the rejected person is still the same for too long, and can't escape the fate of being abandoned! !
"Mo Nianchen, what are you thinking?" Li Shengxia subconsciously tested him, "Do you know who that person is?"
Mo Nianchen smiled coldly.
He seemed to overestimate himself. She can't wait to tell him her choice now, because she feels annoying, she hates him and wants to get rid of him! ?
She has always desperately wanted him to restore her memory, just to alleviate her own guilt, so hurry up and throw herself into the arms of others! ?
He lives a lot worse than Yin Tuoyu! At least Yin Tuoyu's loss of light will allow Yao Banxia to stay with him for five years.
And she, only two months, can't wait to leave him, right! ?
The continuous irritation grew crazily from the bottom of his heart.
He can't just let it go! You can't just let it go! ! She wants to be with Situ Ye, it is not so easy! !
"Mo Nianchen?" Li Shengxia saw him without speaking for a while, and called him again.
He came back coldly, "I'm listening."
"you……"
"I'm not interested in knowing." Mo Nianchen seemed to know that what she was about to say was the question he asked just now, and suddenly interrupted her coldly.
She talked to her lips, turned around, bit her lip, "But, you just asked yourself."
"Now I don't want to know anymore."
"...Okay." She bit her lip.
She should get used to his capriciousness. Sometimes cold, sometimes gentle, sometimes cold, and sometimes cruel.
"Sit up straight," he said to her suddenly.
"What are you doing?" She glanced at him in surprise, but still listened to him and sat up straight.
He leaned on her shoulder casually, "Very sleepy, asleep."
"Mo..." She couldn't believe it. He was willing to fall asleep leaning on her shoulder, stiffening his body and daring not to move.