After She Fell for Me, I Lost My Memory (GL) - Chapter 48

Pain relief? External use? Scar removal? Why are there so many?

Cen Luo took all the medicines out of the first-aid kit and looked at them, finding that most were different brands with nearly identical functions.

Was I this meticulous before? Carrying so many medications in one box?

She picked out a tube of burn ointment with relatively nice packaging, opened the cap, and applied it to the spot on her hand where the oil had scalded her.

Just as she finished applying it, she suddenly had a realization.

While these were indeed her things, Jian Mu had chosen to return them at exactly this time.

In addition to the diary, there was the perfectly timed burn ointment.

Cen Luo sighed. She had already used it, and besides, these were her own belongings; what was the harm?

She stopped dwelling on it and put the kit away.

Just then, her phone vibrated. It was a reply from Zhao Zhao.

Zhao Zhao: [What is Sister’s idea?]

Looking at the words on the screen, Cen Luo suddenly noticed that Zhao Zhao always seemed to type quite a bit when chatting with her.

For instance, where a two-word reply would suffice, she would expand the sentence into a full narrative, as if afraid Cen Luo wouldn’t understand. And she loved calling her “Sister.”

Could it be that Zhao Zhao truly sees me as an older sister?

Cen Luo: [No idea anymore, I can definitely do it.]

The words were vague, but Zhao Zhao still replied with a “Jiayou, Sister” and sent an animated sticker of herself cheering.

Cen Luo glanced at it; the sticker was indeed Zhao Zhao herself.

Quite cute.

Thinking back, she really hadn’t seen Zhao Zhao for several days.

Cen Luo looked at the mess in the kitchen and made up her mind: she would definitely cook a decent meal for Zhao Zhao.

She wouldn’t let Zhao Zhao’s encouragement go to waste.

The next day, Cen Luo was startled awake by the doorbell.

She checked the time—it was already 11:00 AM. She scratched her head, still feeling a bit groggy.

Last night, adhering to the principle of not being wasteful, she had tasted every single dish she made.

As a result, she had an upset stomach in the middle of the night.

Initially, she thought it was because something was wrong with her cooking, but later she realized it was because she had put too much chili in the food.

Ever since being discharged, Cen Luo had remembered the doctor’s warning: Maintain a light diet for the time being.

She had kept it in mind.

Now that over ten days had passed, Cen Luo figured it was about time she could eat spicy food again, so she added a lot.

In Cen Luo’s view, it wasn’t actually “a lot,” just her usual level of spiciness.

Since Xiao Xi passed away, Cen Luo would intentionally or unintentionally add extra spice, just like when she used to eat with Cen Xi.

The difference was that before, Cen Xi would deliberately add it to her bowl; now, she added it herself.

Perhaps it was the irritation of being woken up, or perhaps it was the memory of Cen Xi, but Cen Luo felt a sudden wave of depression.

Although in her current consciousness, she had just returned to Yuncheng from Miancheng, Cen Luo felt a strange sensation that it had been a very, very long time since she had seen Xiao Xi.

Is it because work was too busy? So I didn’t go back to Miancheng for a long time?

Anyway, she still had over a month of leave left. It would be better to go back to Miancheng for a while to keep her grandmother and Xiao Xi company.

Cen Luo let out a breath, found some clothes to change into, and left her room.

The doorbell rang twice and then stopped.

After a quick wash, she walked to the entryway and looked through the peephole.

Two people in blue uniforms were standing outside talking to Zhang Ming.

Cen Luo guessed they were the ones who rang the bell, so she opened the door.

The moment the door opened, one of the men in uniform heard the sound, stopped talking, and turned toward her.

“Hello, we’re from the property management company. We’re here to do a circuit safety check for everyone.”

As he spoke, the man took out his ID to show Cen Luo.

Cen Luo looked at it carefully and stepped aside. “Oh, okay. Sorry for the trouble.”

As an afterthought, Cen Luo wondered if these people were sent by that security uncle from yesterday.

With the door wide open, Cen Luo stood at the entrance watching them check the circuits.

Zhang Ming stood next to Cen Luo and started chatting about neighborhood gossip.

Cen Luo listened, occasionally chiming in, while her eyes remained on the two maintenance workers.

When they reached the kitchen, they looked around, and their gaze stopped on the range hood.

“Your hood seems to be clogged. Do you need us to clear it for you?”

One of the workers asked.

Cen Luo then remembered the security uncle’s words from yesterday; she had almost forgotten about it.

She nodded and thanked them.

“The management for this apartment is quite responsible. Whether it’s within their duties or not, they’ll help out if they see a problem,” Zhang Ming remarked.

Cen Luo looked at the two men, deep in thought.

“How often does property management usually come by?” Cen Luo asked Zhang Ming.

“Usually once a month. This time is quite early—it hasn’t even been half a month,” Zhang Ming replied.

Cen Luo didn’t say anything.

A short while later, the two finished their check.

As they were leaving, Cen Luo asked out of feigned curiosity, “Is it a check every half-month now? Thank you for your hard work.”

One of them picked up his bag of tools from the floor and replied, “Didn’t you guys call us?”

Ultimately, they were just following orders. They only knew someone on this floor had called saying they needed help, so they came.

Zhang Ming was just as confused; it certainly wasn’t her who called.

“Didn’t you call? Saying the range hood was broken and asking if it could be fixed? Normally, unless it’s a wiring issue, other things aren’t our responsibility, but since we’re here, we couldn’t just ignore it,” the other person added suddenly.

Cen Luo shook her head, indicating she didn’t know.

Although the security guard had mentioned it, she had accidentally forgotten.

However, with a simple guess, Cen Luo seemed to have an answer.

“Xiao Jian left for work at five this morning. Do you know what she does?”

Zhang Ming noticed Cen Luo glancing next door and asked curiously.

“How would I know? I’m going back to cook. Bye, Auntie Zhang.”

With that, Cen Luo went back into her room and closed the door.

She took out her Chef’s Crash Course Diary, flipped through it, and picked a breakfast recipe page to start learning.

Today she was going to learn a simple Century Egg and Lean Pork Porridge.

The proportions were clearly recorded in the diary in her own way. Compared to descriptions like “grams” or “milliliters,” Cen Luo much preferred her own style of “a few spoonfuls” or “a few glasses.”

As expected, her own things were the most useful.

At least the result was edible.

This counted as significant progress.

Cen Luo sat at the dining table, eating her porridge while flipping through the diary.

Most of it consisted of recipes, occasionally interspersed with a few of Jian Mu’s evaluations.

Perhaps because she didn’t want to write down Jian Mu’s negative aspects, the Jian Mu in the diary never once belittled her cooking.

The evaluations were almost always words like “Pretty good.”

Cen Luo was a bit puzzled. Was my cooking really that good from the start?

In an instant, she remembered yesterday’s meal and retracted that thought.

Truly impossible.

The porridge wasn’t particularly delicious, but at least it was swallowable.

As she flipped through a few more pages, Cen Luo’s gaze suddenly froze.

[December 6, 2020]

Made potato stewed pork ribs today! I can finally control the salt levels. The flavor turned out incredibly fresh and delicious, so happy. PS: The range hood broke today. I mentioned it to Jian Mu in passing and didn’t get a reply, so I thought she hadn’t seen the message. I didn’t expect her to bring a repair master home with her when she got back!! I’m even happier today!

Jian Mu is truly a strange person.

Not exceptionally good, but she didn’t seem as unbearable as Xiao Ran made her out to be.

Seeing this, Cen Luo didn’t feel much emotion because she simply couldn’t understand Jian Mu.

And of course, she had no desire to try.

Cen Luo put the diary away.

She felt a bit curious: Did I used to love recording my life this much?

So far, she had found photos and a diary; she didn’t know if there was anything else.

In truth, Cen Luo always felt her life lacked a goal. She appeared cheerful on the surface, but inside she was a blank void. Sometimes she even wondered what she was doing.

Her only thought was to fulfill Xiao Xi’s dream.

She didn’t know if she had managed to do so after all these years.

Back in junior high, it was thanks to Qin Ran pulling her back onto the right path; otherwise, she didn’t know where she’d be picking up trash right now.

Cen Luo booked a flight back to Miancheng for the 4th.

She planned to return to Miancheng to stay for a while the day after treating Zhao Zhao to dinner.

After breakfast, Cen Luo checked her schedule. Most of her dinner times recently had been spent with Xu Yanyan.

Although they had originally only agreed on one week, Xu Yanyan would message her every day around noon to ask if she wanted to have dinner together.

Whenever Cen Luo was busy, Xu Yanyan would express understanding and suggest meeting the next day.

Her attitude was polite and thoughtful.

Day after day, it seemed every one of Xu Yanyan’s afternoons was reserved for her.

The thought gave Cen Luo a little spark of joy.

However, their relationship didn’t seem to have progressed much.

They ate dinner together every day, and occasionally Xu Yanyan would say things that made her heart flutter, but she never mentioned becoming a couple.

Was she waiting for something?

Was she waiting for Cen Luo to speak first?

Perhaps because of what happened in high school, Sister Xu was waiting for her to take the initiative?

It was understandable; after all, it was Cen Luo who had suddenly changed her mind back then.

Cen Luo felt very comfortable spending time with Xu Yanyan; perhaps this was the simple, peaceful happiness she yearned for.

Cen Luo’s fingers tapped on the keyboard for a bit, but then she remembered she had just bought the ticket to Miancheng.

If she agreed to something now, they wouldn’t be able to see each other during that time. If she didn’t agree, she’d probably be unhappy after returning to Miancheng.

While she might be overthinking it, it wasn’t entirely without logic.

So, Cen Luo put aside her desire to contact Xu Yanyan.

In the evening, Cen Luo returned from a walk in the park and found the door next door wide open.

A lot of cardboard boxes were piled at the entrance.

They looked like they were for moving.

Is Jian Mu moving? Cen Luo instinctively thought of this answer and clapped internally.

Jian Mu came out of the room, holding another cardboard box.

Seeing Cen Luo standing at her door, she asked, “Have you eaten?”

Cen Luo noticed that Jian Mu’s way of speaking and acting had changed a lot lately. She didn’t resemble the person she saw when she first woke up at all.

And it was a far cry from the cold image Xiao Ran described.

Cen Luo twirled the keys in her hand, gave a hum, and prepared to leave.

But her gaze was suddenly caught by a plastic bin. Inside was a cloth doll that looked very familiar.

It was her stuffed toy from childhood.

“That’s mine, isn’t it?”

Cen Luo spoke up.

Why was she so certain? Because that doll had been fought over so many times by her and Cen Xi that it had many “scars.”

“Mhm, these are all yours.” Jian Mu nodded, pointing to the stacks of boxes in front of her.

“What are you planning to do?” Cen Luo glanced at the hand truck nearby. If she intended to give them to her, she wouldn’t need a hand truck, right?

She could have just told her.

“I’m taking them downstairs to mail to you,” Jian Mu answered seriously.

Cen Luo: “…”

She suddenly understood why Jian Mu had questioned her yesterday about the courier station being downstairs.

Cen Luo seemed amused by the irritation: “You’re truly something.”

She had lived here for so many days and hadn’t given them to her.

Jian Mu looked at her with a gaze that seemed to say: Isn’t this what you requested?

Cen Luo was speechless, but then it occurred to her that she hadn’t asked for her old things until yesterday.

Jian Mu probably had no obligation to bring them over herself.

“Don’t bother mailing them, I’ll move them myself,” Cen Luo said after a long moment.

“Do you need help?” Jian Mu asked.

“No.”

They were just a few cardboard boxes; how heavy could they be?

After being rejected by Cen Luo, Jian Mu took a step back and lowered her head slightly, looking a bit dejected.

Cen Luo glanced at her and looked away, checking the boxes before moving them.

There were quite a lot of boxes, occupying half the hallway.

She had thought they wouldn’t be heavy, but many were filled with documents and manuscripts; they were actually quite heavy.

Cen Luo made a few trips, and Jian Mu was standing there, somewhat blocking the way.

Cen Luo couldn’t help but remind her in a sharp tone, “Could you not block my path?”

“Oh, sorry,” Jian Mu stepped aside a couple of steps, then asked, “Is me doing this not very good?”

Wasn’t that obvious? Blocking someone’s path is never good, Cen Luo thought.

Jian Mu pursed her lips. Find a reason to take the initiative, take the initiative, take the initiative. Jian Mu cheered herself on mentally and then looked up at Cen Luo.

“Then I should do something to apologize,” Jian Mu said, looking around. She picked up two large boxes, her eyes peeking out from above them. She said to Cen Luo, “I’m very strong. I’ll help you move them.”

Then, without waiting for Cen Luo to refuse, she started carrying them into Cen Luo’s apartment.

Cen Luo: “…”

Is Jian Mu possessed by something?