After She Fell for Me, I Lost My Memory (GL) - Chapter 35

In fact, it wasn’t just the Chinese textbook. Back then, Cen Luo would often sit next to Jian Mu after school, and when she was bored, she would doodle in Jian Mu’s books.

Thinking of this, Jian Mu went back to the study to look for her old books.

Just then, a notification sound rang out in the room.

Jian Mu looked down at her phone. It was a message from Su Nian.

Su Nian had sent Jian Mu all the information she heard today, along with her own analysis.

ST Bar.

Jian Mu murmured the words. She suddenly remembered that Cen Luo seemed to have mentioned this place to her a long time ago.

Su Nian was still rambling, sending Jian Mu all the methods she thought were useful.

After a while, Su Nian didn’t receive a reply from Jian Mu, so she remembered Cen Luo’s condition and asked Jian Mu:

[Familiar scenes and events can help her regain her memory.]

[CEO Jian, why don’t you take Cen Luo on a trip down memory lane? For example, some important date spots, or show her something that left a deep impression, like something you gave her that she particularly liked.]

After a while, Su Nian received a reply from Jian Mu:

[We agreed yesterday to go back to our old home to take a look.]

Before Su Nian could ask what the result was, she received another message from Jian Mu.

[She forgot the time.]

Su Nian’s finger, which was ready to type, suddenly paused. After thinking for a few seconds, she spoke her mind:

[In that case, Cen Luo really didn’t have you in her heart…]

Although Su Nian felt a little uneasy, knowing that these words would hurt Jian Mu, she felt that it was time for Jian Mu to face reality.

Su Nian felt contradictory. She wanted to help Jian Mu, but she also felt that Jian Mu deserved it. She even secretly wanted to see Jian Mu suffer a little.

Su Nian couldn’t help but wonder if the reason she chose to help Jian Mu, besides repaying kindness, was also because she wanted to see Jian Mu suffer.

[CEO Jian, actually, if you want Cen Luo to regain her memory, you should think about why Cen Luo liked you, and then use that charm to attract her and pursue her again. Wouldn’t that be better?]

What she said was very reasonable, but Jian Mu thought for a while and couldn’t figure out why Cen Luo liked her.

Cen Luo said before that she was completely her type, but that claim was debunked after Cen Luo lost her memory.

[Or was there a moment that moved her? After all these years, there must be one moment that made her happy or moved her, right?]

Moved and happy?

Jian Mu thought for a long time. Cen Luo seemed very happy the day they got together, dragging her all over Yuncheng. Later, it was some occasional small gifts that could make Cen Luo happy for a long time.

But looking back at these things, they all seemed trivial.

Jian Mu suddenly felt that she had never thought about actively doing something to make Cen Luo happy.

After not receiving a reply from Jian Mu for a long time, Su Nian felt a little sleepy.

She sent Jian Mu a message:

[CEO Jian, I’m too tired. I’m going to sleep now. I’ll help you find some more information that can help her regain her memory tomorrow.]

Jian Mu realized and replied with a “thank you.”

Although she was a little surprised by Jian Mu’s “thank you,” Su Nian was too tired to reply to the message.

It was clear that Jian Mu really needed help.

As she was drifting off to sleep, Su Nian had a vague premonition that this might only be the beginning.

The future Jian Mu might undergo even bigger changes.

Cen Luo was about to go to sleep after watching TV for a while when her phone rang.

Qin Ran and Xu Fengwan were worried about her, so they decided to call her and talk to her to make sure she wasn’t scared.

Xu Fengwan even suggested that she would wait until Cen Luo fell asleep before hanging up.

Before Xu Fengwan could say anything else, another call came in. Cen Luo hung up on Xu Fengwan without thinking.

As soon as the call connected, a slightly familiar voice came from the other end.

Cen Luo held the phone away from her face and glanced at the screen. It was indeed an unfamiliar number.

“Does your family own a telecommunications company?” Cen Luo couldn’t help but ask Jian Mu on the other end.

It was a little after nine. Only two hours had passed since her last call with Jian Mu. That wasn’t the main point. The main point was, why did Jian Mu use a different number to call her again?

Was she calling to remind her about tomorrow?

“Are you asking me or my family?”

Cen Luo heard Jian Mu’s direct reply.

Cen Luo: “…”

Okay, Jian Mu usually doesn’t get jokes.

But thinking about it, living with someone like Jian Mu would be too boring.

Had she been living like this all these years?

Did Jian Mu never think about changing herself?

Okay, when you don’t like someone, you don’t think about changing for them. When you like someone, you don’t think about the other person changing for you.

So, for dating, you still need to find someone who likes you back or who has similar interests.

Jian Mu’s call wasn’t to remind Cen Luo. She just called to ask if she was asleep and if she was scared.

“Sister Xu.”

Cen Luo didn’t really want to answer Jian Mu’s pointless question. She was about to hang up when she saw Xu Yanyan’s name appear on the screen.

She instinctively called out.

“I’m hanging up.”

Cen Luo then hung up on Jian Mu and answered Xu Yanyan’s call.

Because the call was hung up, the phone screen automatically returned to the dial pad.

Sister Xu.

This wasn’t the first time Jian Mu had felt the huge difference in Cen Luo’s attitude toward her and Xu Yanyan.

One moment, she was cold and dismissive, and the next, she was overjoyed because of Xu Yanyan’s appearance.

After hanging up, Jian Mu sat by the window for a long time, thinking for a long time. Perhaps she had overlooked many questions she hadn’t considered before.

For example, when she compared Cen Luo’s attitude toward others and toward herself, she seemed to have forgotten to compare the attitudes of others toward Cen Luo and her attitude toward Cen Luo.

Suddenly, Jian Mu vaguely realized that those differences might also be traceable.

Cen Luo woke up again at nine o’clock the next morning.

And she was woken up by a phone call.

Squinting, she vaguely saw the name Zhao Zhao on the screen. Cen Luo sighed slightly and answered the phone.

“Good morning, big sister.”

Zhao Zhao seemed to be in good spirits, her voice sounding cheerful.

“Good morning, little sister.”

Zhao Zhao’s hand, which was drawing her eyebrows, suddenly shook when she heard “little sister.” A soft laugh came from her ear.

Zhao Zhao glanced at the makeup artist who was laughing. She suddenly shut her mouth and took the eyebrow pencil from her hand: “I’ll do it myself.”

Cen Luo heard the unfamiliar female voice, yawned, and asked Zhao Zhao: “You have someone with you.”

Although Zhao Zhao liked calling Cen Luo “big sister,” she didn’t intend for Cen Luo to actually call her “little sister.”

“I’m putting on makeup for a shoot.”

“Big sister, don’t call me ‘little sister’ next time. Call me Zhaozhao. You can also call me ‘dear Zhaozhao’.”

Cen Luo yawned, then said: “Okay, my dear little sister.”

Zhao Zhao: “…”

Zhao Zhao called to invite Cen Luo to have lunch with her.

Cen Luo checked the time. It was only nine o’clock, and the place Zhao Zhao chose was very close to West Street.

She could sleep a little longer.

Thinking of this, Cen Luo closed her eyes again. In less than two seconds, she opened her eyes again.

She looked at the phone screen. A message from an unfamiliar number two hours ago.

[Are you up?]

It was Jian Mu.

It wouldn’t be good to stand someone up twice.

Thinking of this, Cen Luo struggled to climb out of bed, then found the address Jian Mu told her about that day in her messages.

She searched for it on the navigation app. It only took half an hour to drive there.

However, she didn’t seem to know how to drive.

She would have to take a taxi.

It would take a little over an hour to go there and back. If she stayed for ten minutes, she would be back in time to have lunch with Zhao Zhao.

Cen Luo arrived at Nanyang Yulou an hour later.

As soon as she got to the community entrance, Cen Luo remembered that she might need some identification to get in.

Just then, the security guard in the guard booth saw her and came over to greet her.

His tone was very familiar and friendly. It seemed she had indeed lived here for a long time.

In a little while, Cen Luo arrived at Jian Mu’s residence and rang the doorbell.

Jian Mu, who opened the door, was wearing an apron over a white sweater. If one looked closely, they could see some small stains on her clothes.

Wearing a white sweater to cook?

What was Jian Mu thinking?

Jian Mu was stunned when she saw Cen Luo standing at the door, then she said, “You’re here?”

Cen Luo nodded. She was already at the door, so of course she was here.

“Have you eaten?”

Cen Luo ignored Jian Mu’s question and walked straight into the house.

When she returned to the apartment, Cen Luo felt a sense of belonging, and this place also felt familiar to Cen Luo.

Although the house’s décor looked a little childish, or rather, the aesthetic wasn’t very good, the first time Cen Luo saw it, she guessed that it was done by her.

Because her childhood dream was to live in a house she decorated and designed with the person she loved. It had to have all her favorite animated characters. She wanted to put her entire childhood into it and tell the person she loved about her childhood.

Just like yesterday, Jian Mu had made a large table full of dishes. The dishes looked relatively normal, with one or two dishes slightly burnt on the edges.

“Shall we eat together?” Jian Mu asked tentatively.

Cen Luo looked around, then sat down silently at the dining table.

“There’s one more soup. Wait for me.”

After Jian Mu said that, she went back into the kitchen.

Cen Luo saw a photo album, a camera, and a high school Chinese textbook on the dining table.

She recognized the camera. It was a gift from her grandmother.

The items placed here were undoubtedly meant for her to look at.

There was nothing she was afraid to look at.

When Jian Mu brought the hot soup to the dining table, Cen Luo’s gaze was fixed on the first page of the photo album.

—Love Jian Mu for a long, long time, use everything I have to embrace her and love her, and never let her be lonely again.

It was indeed her handwriting.

It seemed a little naive and silly.

To think of using all her strength to love Jian Mu.

Does she even need it?

Cen Luo flipped through the pages. It felt both familiar and unfamiliar to her. The person was her, but the stories had nothing to do with her.

There were too many pictures of Jian Mu inside, most of them taken from a candid angle.

It wasn’t entirely candid, after all. Jian Mu’s eyes seemed to be looking at the camera in some of them.

Suddenly, Cen Luo looked up and smiled at Jian Mu: “It really looks like I liked you a lot.”

Jian Mu was stunned by Cen Luo’s gaze. She pursed her lips, then used the serving chopsticks to put a few dishes in Cen Luo’s bowl and said:

“Let’s eat first.”

Cen Luo’s gaze settled on the carrots that Jian Mu casually placed in her bowl. She let out a soft laugh, then pretended not to see them. She picked out a piece of green vegetable and took a bite.

Jian Mu looked at Cen Luo with some anticipation. However, Cen Luo immediately put down her chopsticks, spat out the vegetable she had just bitten, and looked at Jian Mu, saying with disgust: “Although it’s impolite to say this, CEO Jian, your cooking skills are really bad. I tried my best, but I really can’t swallow it.”

After complaining, Cen Luo picked up the glass of orange juice next to her and drank it.

Jian Mu was stunned by her words. She suddenly remembered a long time ago when Cen Luo praised her cooking skills and hoped to eat her cooking every day.

Before she could react, she heard Cen Luo’s sincere question:

“And CEO Jian, I heard we’ve known each other for ten years and have been together for two or three years. So, don’t you know I’m allergic to carrots?”