novelraw Chapter 138 Why Do I Have to Remember You?
Chapter 138 Why Do I Have to Remember You?
Hearing Shen Fengyan's name, Lin Qinghuan hesitated a little, but quickly reacted.
She raised her eyebrows slightly, and smiled at Hu Xia, "Then I don't have anything to talk to you about." After speaking, she opened the car door and prepared to go up, but just after opening the car door, Hu Xiahuan stopped her.
Lin Qinghuan frowned slightly, and when she looked at her, there was a hint of warning in her eyes: "Miss Hu, do you really want to do this?"
Hu Xiahuan still stood in front of Lin Qinghuan, neither humble nor overbearing, and had no intention of giving in: "Mrs. Rong, I just want to talk to you."
"You call me Mrs. Rong, what does the matter of Shen Fengyan have to do with me?"
Lin Qinghuan didn't like the name Mrs. Rong before.
Rong Che also likes to use this title to remind her of her identity, and Hu Xiahuan, too.
Hearing Lin Qinghuan say that Shen Fengyan had nothing to do with her anymore, Hu Xiahuan frowned unnaturally.
Naturally, Lin Qinghuan saw all of this, and she chuckled lightly, with a little disbelief in her tone: "Miss Hu, do you not believe it, or... do you feel regretful?"
After Hu Xiahuan hesitated for a moment, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, his tone was as steady as before, and the same sentence as before: "Is it a pity or disbelief, let's find a place to sit down and have a good chat, okay?"
Lin Qinghuan didn't want to go around with her, since she wanted to talk so much, she didn't have to avoid her, as if she was very guilty.
After closing the car door again, Lin Qinghuan followed Hu Xiahuan to a coffee shop near the school, and found a relatively quiet corner to sit down.
Lin Qinghuan didn't speak, just looked at Hu Xiahuan who was sitting opposite her.
Hu Xiahuan ordered two cups of coffee, and the waiter brought the coffee and left. After taking a sip, Hu Xiahuan smiled and said, "Mrs. Rong, you may not believe me, but we have known each other for a long time."
Lin Qinghuan was quite surprised by this, watching Hu Xiahuan frowned slightly, and at the same time tried hard to recall the past, but she was sure that she did not know Hu Xiahuan.
Seeing her bewildered face, Hu Xiahuan smiled slightly: "That day, Feng Yan asked me to go with him to a friend's house, I really didn't know that I would run into you, and I was really shocked when I saw you there. "
As she spoke, Lin Qinghuan didn't speak, but listened carefully.
There was a warm smile on the corner of Hu Xiahuan's mouth, and his tone was as gentle and gentle as ever: "Of course, based on our unpleasant past, your reaction when you saw me that day was also correct, but your reaction just now..." She said, with a smile that was not a smile After looking at Lin Qinghuan for a while, he said slowly: "Mrs. Rong, you shouldn't. From what I know about you, you are not the kind of person who lets grudges go away."
Although Lin Qinghuan was calm on the surface, he was extremely bewildered in his heart.
According to what Hu Xiahuan said, something should have happened between the two of them, right?
But now, let alone things, Lin Qinghuan didn't even know who the person in front of him was.
Hu Xiahuan looked at her with great interest, the smile on the corner of her mouth became more and more obvious, she took a deep breath, took another breath of coffee in front of her, and said casually: "I'm curious, after all these years, have you been a manager?" What? You even forgot about me?"
After she finished speaking, Lin Qinghuan took a deep breath, loosened his grip on the coffee cup slightly, then picked it up and took a sip, put it on the table before looking up at Hu Xiahuan.
The corner of the mouth raised slightly, and said with a light smile, "Are you important?"
Hu Xiahuan hesitated for a moment, but then she lowered her eyes and smiled, with a self-deprecating tone: "Of course I'm nothing important."
Lin Qinghuan looked at her, narrowed her eyes, and smiled: "Since it's not important, why do I have to remember you?"
"Aren't I curious?" Hu Xiahuan rested her chin leisurely, looked at Lin Qinghuan, and continued: "You don't remember me, but you remember Feng Yan, remembering that you love him, and you said that Feng Yan's matter has nothing to do with you. How can I believe it?"
Hu Xiahuan thought that Lin Qinghuan had lost her memory, she couldn't remember her, she couldn't remember what happened before, but she remembered Shen Fengyan, she remembered all the past with Shen Fengyan, it's strange if she wasn't curious.
Lin Qinghuan narrowed her eyes slightly, opened her mouth, and stopped for a while without saying anything.
She can be said to be ignorant of the current situation.
If what Hu Xiahuan said is true, is part of her memory missing?But that part, is it about Hu Xiahuan?
Lin Qinghuan thought carefully about everything she could think of, and everything she knew now, whether it was before or now, she never thought that Hu Xiahuan was someone who would have contact with her.
However, if Hu Xiahuan liked Shen Fengyan a long time ago, it would not be surprising.
Regarding this, Hu Xiahuan didn't intend to hide it from Lin Qinghuan: "I am a childhood sweetheart with Fengyan. I have liked him since I was a child. As you can see, he doesn't like me. He didn't like me before, and he doesn't like me now."
Hu Xiahuan's tone was mournful but not hurtful. He stared at Lin Qinghuan's face for a while, then let out a sigh of relief and chuckled softly, "I was secretly happy when I heard your name for the first time, because there is a Huan in your name." Words, before, I thought it was because of me."
Lin Qinghuan closed her eyes and remained silent.
Hu Xiahuan said with a self-deprecating smile: "However, I just found out that any decision he made could only be because of you."
Lin Qinghuan looked away.
There was still a smile in Hu Xiahuan's eyes: "You don't have to be unaccustomed, I have long been used to it." Then, he paused, straightened his body and took a breath of relief before saying: "I used to think that you couldn't compare to me. Family background, everything is incomparable, and I later discovered that status and family background are worthless in love."
She spoke slowly, unable to hear the sadness, but there was too much helplessness mixed in her tone: "After realizing that love has nothing to do with status, I thought self-righteously that you don't love him enough."
"In my heart, Feng Yan is dazzling and radiant. No one can compare to him, but he loves you so humblely. When shopping with you, he helps you carry your bags and eat at roadside stalls. You are drunk. He's carrying you on his back, and your bag is still hanging around his neck, a cheap bag that can't even be called out."
Hu Xiahuan seemed to be used to it, breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a deep voice: "Now, you are the eldest lady of the Lin family. You are not as good as me in status and family background, but you are not much worse. Say you don't love her..." Said Then, she laughed to herself: "You can't say it's amnesia, but obviously you don't remember many things. Is Feng Yan unforgettable? Or, can't you forget at all?"
Lin Qinghuan sat in her seat and watched the traffic passing by the window of the coffee shop, not knowing what to say.
What did she forget?
Why doesn't she know anything, and there is no gap in the conceivable memory.
So, what's going on here?
Hu Xiahuan took a deep breath, his eyes drooped slightly, and there was a self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth: "Everything, after careful consideration now, I always feel a little shocking, and I also know that I have ended up like this, and I have something to do with myself. There is an inseparable relationship, but Lin Qinghuan, why? I still don't understand, how is I worse than you?"
Lin Qinghuan looked away, closed her eyes, and said in a deep voice after a while: "I don't know."
I really don't know.
She doesn't even know about herself.
After Lin Qinghuan finished speaking, she stood up directly: "I'm sorry Miss Hu, I have work to do, let's talk another day."
"You can do whatever you want." Hu Xiahuan didn't force it either.
Looking at Lin Qinghuan's appearance, she also knows that she is completely ignorant of the memory loss, and it is reasonable to want to digest it calmly.
Lin Qinghuan is now the envied Mrs. Rong, does she need to worry about anything?
Hu Xiahuan dragged her chin with one hand, and followed Lin Qinghuan's back with her eyes. Watching her dodge the person who bumped into her in a panic, the corners of her mouth raised involuntarily.
And Lin Qinghuan accidentally bumped into the person opposite, and immediately apologized: "Excuse me sir, are you okay?"
The person on the opposite side didn't care, and said in a clear and clear voice, "I'm fine, but you, Miss, are you okay?"
"Me?" Lin Qinghuan didn't think there was anything wrong with her.
The man chuckled, and then took out a man's handkerchief from his pocket: "Have you had a fight with your boyfriend? A man who makes girls cry is not a good thing. You should be happy to leave him."
Lin Qinghuan hesitated for a while, knowing that he was misunderstood, he immediately explained: "No, no, you misunderstood..."
As she spoke, the man wiped the tears off her face with the handkerchief in his hand.
Lin Qinghuan hurriedly backed away, keeping a distance from him: "No...no need, don't bother me, I'll do it myself..."
The corner of the man's mouth twitched, without forcing him, he directly stuffed the handkerchief into her hand: "Hold it first, and return it to me later." After speaking, he went in directly.
Lin Qinghuan was stunned for a long time: "Where can I pay you back?" However, when he turned his head to look over, there was no sign of that person.
She stood there for a while, and finally decided to leave.
And the other side.
Opposite Hu Xiahuan, the man who was making the handkerchief that he gave Lin Qinghuan just now, had a stronger smile in his eyes: "What age is it, and you still play this old-fashioned routine?"
The man's eyes fell on the set of coffee cups that Lin Qinghuan had just used, and the smile in his eyes became more and more gentle.
Hu Xia rolled his eyes at him, turned his head and looked away, with a little gloating in his tone: "What did I say, she just lost her memory, but... it seems like she has selective amnesia, she doesn't remember us, but remembers Feng Yan .”
As she spoke, she was silent for a while, and then said with a sad tone: "She still can't forget him, Feng Yan must know, otherwise, he wouldn't be so desperate."
The man leaned on the chair with his legs crossed, sighed and said leisurely: "Why is the relationship between our brothers and sisters so difficult?"