After hearing Qi Cong’s three deadly questions, Shen Jia blinked quickly and picked out the best and simplest question to answer first. “You remember because in the three years, you have forgotten now, you lost all your memories because of a high fever.”

The answer was a little circuitous, but Qi Cong immediately got it. He was surprised. “I had lost my memory before?”

“Well, when you woke up from the fever, you didn’t even recognize your parents. When I went to see you, you even asked who I was.”

Qi Cong didn’t know what to say for a moment. Amnesia and amnesia again. Was his constitution prone to amnesia?

Shen Jia whispered, “If I knew you would remember the past once you tried committing suicide and would also forget that dog scum along the way, I would’ve—”

Qi Cong looked at Shen Jia. “What are you talking about?”

Shen Jia shut up, raised his voice, and bluntly changed the subject. “I said . . . I said that the work I am doing now is not related to my major in university. I am . . . I . . .” His voice grew smaller and smaller.

When Qi Cong heard Shen Jia’s voice become fainter until it faded, his expression became strange, and he frowned. “Why do you hesitate to speak? It’s normal not to do anything related to your major after graduation. It’s the same with many other people. It’s nothing . . . Are you doing something against the law?”

“Of course not!” Shen Jia quickly denied and moved his hands on the steering wheel. He looked somewhat embarrassed as his ears had become red and his voice was like a mosquito’s. “My current job is as an artist.”

“What?” Qi Cong did not hear him clearly. The more he looked at Shen Jia, the more suspicious he became. He glanced at Shen Jia’s silver hair, wide black shirt with irregular cut, and the exaggerated ornaments on his neck and wrists. His expression changed. “Are you gambling with pornography?”

“No, no, no, I’m not!” Shen Jia was anxious, and his voice grew louder. “Now I am an artist, that is, a star! That kind of idol who sings and dances! Of course, I also act but not so much.”

Qi Cong froze. “Star?”

Shen Jia’s neck turned red, and his voice dropped. “Mm-hmm.”

“Singing and dancing . . . idol?”

His voice became even lower. “. . . Mm-hmm.”

Qi Cong looked Shen Jia up and down and thought it was incredible. “You . . . sing and dance? Didn’t you even stutter nervously when you gave a speech in class? A star . . . You perform on stage?”

Shen Jia pretended to be calm. “This can all be overcome. You just need to get used to it.”

Qi Cong still thought it was incredible. Shen Jia was timid and introverted since childhood. He even said to him in their adolescence, “In the future, find a job that doesn’t need you to contact people at all.” But Shen Jia had become an artist who had to face a lot of people? He looked at Shen Jia.

Shen Jia drove sullenly.

After a while, Qi Cong finally digested the news. He slowly said, “As long as you didn’t do anything against the law. It’s good to be an artist, no, it’s very good. You used to be so scared . . .”

He looked at Shen Jia, who was obviously much more confident and generous than in his memory, and suddenly smiled. What he wanted to say finally turned into words, “JiaJia, when you perform on stage, you must be very handsome, just like when you overcame your fear and finished your speech excellently.”

Shen Jia froze and looked sideways at Qi Cong.

The sun was about to set, and its orange light was shining through the window, enveloping Qi Cong and dying him with a layer of gold. He was leaning on the seat, wearing a pure white T-shirt and coffee-colored slacks temporarily bought from a small shop next to the hospital. His skin was so white that it almost blended with his white T-shirt because he had not been exposed to the sun for a long time. His hair was black and soft, a bit long, so several strands fell to his shoulders from his nape. Because he was too thin, the T-shirt looked a little baggy on him, which gave people the feeling that he was very fragile. But when he smiled, his apricot eyes were slightly curved and were very similar to Qi Yin’s, his long and dense eyelashes lowered, which covered the smile in his eyes. His pale lips were slightly hooked up, and his soft and handsome face, bathed in the sunshine, looked very gentle yet powerful. Such a Qi Cong was so familiar and so memorable.

Shen Jia turned back, raised his hand, and pinched his nose before he smiled.

“Just so-so, but not particularly handsome. When Brother Cong makes his debut, he must be more handsome than me!”

Qi Cong’s smile froze. He realized he had overlooked something. “Debut?”

“Yes.” Shen Jia was very happy. “Brother Cong, didn’t you want to follow me? You can rest assured. Although I am only a small shrimp in the entertainment circle, I still have my sister. She has set up a brokerage company by herself, and I will ask her to sign you later. With your looks, it will not be a problem to become popular overnight! At that time, we two will be at the pinnacle of the entertainment industry!”

Qi Cong opened his mouth, looked at Shen Jia’s cheerful appearance, thought of the present situation at home, and silently closed his mouth. He almost forgot that he had no capital or choice.

They arrived at the apartment before they had a chance to talk about the third question.

The apartment that Qi Cong rented was very good; it was next to the subway station. The property management was excellent, and the surrounding facilities were completed. It was also close to the pedestrian lane, which was very popular with high-income white-collar workers.

But Qi Cong was not happy at all. He wanted to strangle his past self for those three years. Although he had amnesia and had credit card debts, he lived here comfortably while his parents were suffering in that old neighborhood without air-conditioning.

He forced himself to turn his attention away from the apartment and turned his head back to ask Shen Jia, “There is another question you haven’t answered. That Jiang Zhaoyan my younger uncle mentioned . . . Is he the man you were talking about?”

Shen Jia didn’t want Qi Cong to have anything to do with Jiang Zhaoyan again. He wished Jiang Zhaoyan would disappear from Qi Cong’s life, but he didn’t want to deceive Qi Cong. He nodded and tried to answer simply, “Yes, you and he knew each other through this high fever that caused your amnesia. At that time, you fainted on your way to see a doctor. It was Jiang Zhaoyan who found you and sent you to the hospital. Then you woke up and forgot everything, but you still remembered Jiang Zhaoyan who saved you. From then on, you set your heart on him, and no matter how others advised you, you never looked back.”

It was a very delicate thing to listen to someone tell you a memory that you had completely forgotten and that still had something to do with your feelings. Qi Cong endured the psychological discomfort and continued asking, “I have done a lot of ridiculous things for him?”

“He has been using you! He knew that you liked him and depended on him, so he intentionally hung on to you and deceived you!” Shen Jia’s tone became fierce. “He is just a scum and looks just like a dog, and he doesn’t care about human affairs. Brother Cong, you just forgot the three years after you met him this time. It must be God’s intervention. Who could stand watching how he bullied you and ‘helped’ you? Really. Believe me, he is a super scum!”

Qi Cong frowned. After knowing each other for so many years, he could count on his fingers the times Shen Jia swore in front of him. Shen Jia was soft tempered, kind, and loyal with a sense of righteousness. He didn’t like having conflicts with other people. If Jiang Zhaoyan could get such an evaluation from Shen Jia, he really couldn’t have a good character.

He could not believe that he had fallen in love with a guy with such a poor character and had been obsessed with him for three years. Who he liked was obviously . . .

When the elevator stopped, Qi Cong gathered his thoughts and didn’t pursue the topic. He appeased Shen Jia, as they walked out of the elevator.

They had returned to the apartment this time to get Qi Cong’s wallet and mobile phone so that Qi Cong could sort out his in-debt situation as soon as possible. Before, when Shen Jia sent Qi Cong to the hospital, he was anxious and had forgotten to help Qi Cong bring these things. They were all left in his apartment.

The two of them came to the door of the nearest apartment, but the door had a code lock. Qi Cong looked at Shen Jia and asked. “What’s the code?”

He wouldn’t ask Shen Jia if he knew it, but Shen Jia had to know the code; otherwise, Shen Jia wouldn’t have been able to break in to rescue him, who had just committed suicide.

Shen Jia’s face sank. “930828.”

This string of numbers was obviously someone’s birth date, so Qi Cong asked, “Is that this man’s birth date?”

Shen Jia confirmed it with a disgusted expression.

Qi Cong looked at the code lock and raised his hand to input this line of numbers.

After a tick, the lock was opened. Qi Cong did not immediately push the door in but continued asking Shen Jia, “How to change this code?”

Shen Jia was stunned, then he was overjoyed and hurriedly leaned forward to say, “It’s easy to change. Do you have the authority of the manager? If you have it, use your fingerprint to verify it, and then press this . . .”

 

. . .

 

Five minutes later, they reopened the door with the new code and entered the apartment. The curtains of the apartment were half drawn and the light inside was very dim. Qi Cong fumbled to turn on the light; a few wine bottles were scattered on the ground, revealing a living room full of takeout boxes and clutter.

Qi Cong, who was always very neat, frowned hard. Is this a pigsty?

Shen Jia said cautiously, “Before you were hospitalized, because you and Jiang Zhaoyan . . . had an argument and you left Jiang Zhaoyan’s company, you started living a bit decadently.”

This was just being a bit decadent? Qi Cong tried to ignore the messy living room and said, “My parents are still waiting. Let’s take these things first.” Having said that, he did not take off his shoes, as he directly stepped into the living room.

Shen Jia quickly followed him.

The wallet and the cell phone were on the bedside table in his bedroom. Qi Cong found them and put them in his pocket. As he was about to leave, he stepped on an envelope on the bedside carpet. He stopped and bent down to pick up the envelope.

The envelope was the most common white envelope, on which there were two words written — “Suicide Note.” 

Outside, Shen Jia was asking if he wanted to clear the takeout garbage. Qi Cong folded the envelope and put it in his pocket as he walked out to answer.

After staying in the apartment for twenty minutes, they rushed back to the hotel where Qi Yin and Lin Hui were staying, carrying a small backpack.

When they arrived at the hotel, Qi Yin was awake. The four of them had a simple but warm dinner together. During the meal, Qi Yin asked Qi Cong about his plans for the future and asked if he really wanted to follow Shen Jia to the entertainment industry.

Qi Cong, who was eating his meal using chopsticks, kicked Shen Jia gently under the table and replied, “Mm-hmm. I’m going to work as Jia Jia assistant first and wait until I’m more familiar with the environment of that circle to take the next step.”

Shen Jia stared at Qi Cong, hesitated, and then lowered his head and shut up.

Qi Yun nodded her head in approval. “Steady. Very good. In fact, you don’t have to be a star. Didn’t you study to be a screenwriter at your university? Follow JiaJia to have a look at the circle. If you can find a job as a screenwriter, it will also be good. Don’t worry about Mom and Dad. We can take care of ourselves. Your father got in touch with an old classmate today. He said that he could hire your father as a foreign language teacher in an educational institution. He was overjoyed to be able to return to his old job.”

Lin Hui took Qi Cong’s chopsticks and said, “Yes, I’ve already talked about it. I’ll go back to work next week. You just have to do what you want to do. You don’t have to force yourself for your parents.”

Qi Cong’s hand tightened under the table, but on his face, he said with a smile, “I’m not forcing myself. In fact, I plan to follow JiaJia first to find out about the situation in the industry. If I can finally find a job related to my major, I will definitely not run errands for JiaJia.”

After dinner, Qi Cong sent Qi Yin and Lin Hui back to their room, then went back to his room, closed the door, and took out the suicide note from his pocket.

He frowned and stared at the words “Suicide Note” on the envelope. Then he went into the room and looked around. He found a brochure at the head of the hotel bed and spread it out. He used the pen he found and carefully wrote the words “Suicide Note.” Then he put the envelope next to the brochure.


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