Gaining A Husband After a Memory Loss - Chapter 60

After driving for about ten minutes, Shangjing saw a large frozen lake. The weather was overcast, but it did not hinder the enthusiasm of tourists. Colorful tents could be seen in the lakeside pavilion and by the lake.

There are also couples with children, a family of three wrapped tightly and wrapped in a layer of yellow life jackets, so they can’t be recognized from a distance.

He Jiang said: “This place is specially used for winter fishing tourism.”

Not only fishing, but also skating, lodging, grilling fish…

Southerners who have never experienced icy rivers and are interested in fishing, no longer stop at watching other people’s videos online, but can buy tickets to experience it. The fish are fry released at different times of the year, some are big or small.

He Jiang took the fishing props and led Shang Jing to the predetermined location by the lake.

Shang Jing was speechless: “So many props?”

He Jiang directly pushed a small cart over, with a bucket, a small hammer and a shovel…

“It’s all useful.”

He Jiangding was a very luxurious tent, which looked like a little yellow chicken. The door was opened, and the inside was carpeted. It even had a foldable single bed. The flannel quilt on the bed looked very warm.

The tent is placed on the ice surface, and the whole is made of waterproof material. There are also inflatable pillars around it. Even if the mold ice cracks for eight lifetimes, it can still rely on buoyancy to suspend the water surface.

Shang Jing: “Enter the tent? Don’t you want to fish?”

“There is no wind in the tent, be careful to crack your face.”

He Jiang pulled him in, lifted a corner of the carpet, and untied a waterproof buckle on the bottom of the tent, revealing a hard disk-sized ice surface.

“You just sit on the rug, take a small chisel and dig a hole, and you can fish when the ice is broken.”

“Oh!” Shang Jing was interested, and took a handy shovel from the tool cart, shaved ice bit by bit like digging for ice cream.

He Jiang raised the backrest of the single bed to make it look like a reclining chair, and then lay down to play with her phone.

It’s not just playing mobile phones, but giving year-end red envelopes to the employees of the studio.

The studio group was in full swing, and the blessings of “The Boss and Xiaojing Hundred Years of Harmony” were brushed hundreds of times every minute.

Once a year, everyone will not miss the opportunity to coax the boss to be happy and give out red envelopes. They rack their brains to think of blessings, and even the idiom of “giving birth to a precious son early” appears.

He Jiang didn’t care about him, happily sent a red envelope for 5 minutes, then exited and opened the dialog box of He’s mother.

“Go back on the first day of the new year.”

Mother He quickly replied: “Is it going to my wife’s house for a reunion dinner in the first year?”

He Jiang said ambiguous: “I will eat with you on New Year’s Eve next year.”

Mother He: “It’s like I’m begging you. It’s so exciting when I go back to the old house with your dad. If you don’t send a message, I can’t remember that there is a son filming in the Northwest.”

He Jiang looked at Mother He’s inappropriate words and said with a smile, “I’m afraid the firecrackers on New Year’s Eve will be too loud, so I wish you a Happy New Year in advance.”

He withdrew, and made an appointment with his aunt, Fu family, and friends for New Year’s greetings in turn. Then he remembered something and looked at his wife who was sitting on the ground digging for ice cream: “How’s it going?”

Shang Jing’s eyes have long been resentful: “It’s too thick to dig out.”

He digged 20 centimeters very hard, but the ice layer was bottomless.

When he was working hard, Uncle He Jiang lay on the bed as if the scene of the mall doll machine reappeared – He Jiang gave him two thousand coins, and then went to enjoy the massage chair by himself.

He Jiang squatted down and looked at it, and praised: “The hole dug is very round, my wife is very artistic.”

Shang Jing: “I can’t dig.”

He Jiang: “Okay, let’s see my husband next.”

“Bragging to you.” As soon as Shang Jing finished speaking, he saw He Jiang take out an electric drill from the tool cart.

“Stand further away.” He Jiang pressed the switch, and the drill hummed. He stabilized the fuselage, and the drill went down, following the round hole dug by Shangjing, and drilled down for about half a meter.

Ice shards came out of the hole like snowflakes and piled up on the side.

At a certain moment, the resistance encountered by the drill suddenly lightened. He Jiang lifted the drill and polished the hole a little, and a fishing hole the size of a palm appeared impressively.

The lake below floated a little, and it looked as clear as glass.

He Jiang put away the electric drill, shoveled the smoothie out of the tent with a shovel, took out a mini handheld fishing rod, made a nest of bait, and put down the hook.

Shang Jing: “Why don’t you take out an electric drill sooner?”

He Jiang was serious: “You can’t play with such dangerous things.”

Shang Jing was almost possessed by the essence, and wanted to grab a handful of the smoothie that was shaved out and give He Jiang a taste.

The fishing officially started, He Jiang took out the tablet and said, “I can watch a variety show.”

Shang Jing: “It won’t be…”

He Jiang: “It’s our variety show.”

He Jiang: “Will my **** freeze when sitting on ice?”

Shang Jing: “Ah? No, the carpet is very thick.”

He Jiang piously suggested: “Sit on my lap.”

Shang Jing: “Are you here to fish?”

He Jiang could only reluctantly cancel this wonderful plan, pick up the tablet and swipe around, “Which episode is better? Why don’t you watch the episode of Don’t Make Dumplings for Me.”

He wanted to hear the call from Shang Jing again.

Shang Jing: “Don’t look! Fish can run!”

He Jiang: “Wear headphones, one person on one side.”

Shang Jing: “We all watch dramas, and we don’t even know if the fish is hooked.”

He Jiang: “I held the fishing line and bit the hook. I’ll tell you right away.”

He Jiang used his trump card: “Didn’t you lose some of your memory, it’s all in the variety show, don’t you want to get your memory back?”

He distorted the facts and said, “You couldn’t wait to ask me for the video of the game three years ago to retrieve your memory.”

Don’t look at the seriousness of what he said, both of them knew what video Shang Jing wanted at that time.

Shang Jing’s cheeks flushed, but he didn’t dare to show it, “You have to concentrate on fishing. Haven’t you learned the story of kitten fishing? You can catch a butterfly while catching a dragonfly, but you won’t be able to catch a single one.”

He Jiang: “Then watch it for a while.”

He moved the video of a certain episode to the twentieth minute with quick movements, as if he had watched it privately five hundred times.

Shang Jing was dumbfounded to see that the whole process of making dumplings was recorded.

Shang Jing: “Go ahead?”

He Jiang: “No.”

“You want to wrap three days’ worth of dumplings earlier, so that I don’t have to break the corn in the mud.” He Jiang hugged Shang Jing and kissed, “You are so kind to me.”

Shang Jing was a little reluctant to admit that he actually made dumplings for He Jiang’s life and death, and he rubbed his face on his clothes with a warm face.

He Jiang said firmly: “You like me now, right?”

Shang Jing hesitated: “How do I know, I forgot.”

He Jiang persevered and persuaded: “It doesn’t matter, you can properly restore a little memory.”

Shang Jing: “…”

Shang Jing: “…”

Help, what is proper recovery, He Jiang already knows that he has amnesia?

When did you know?

Once he went back to the past with this assumption, Shang Jing realized that he had been exposed countless times. Sometimes He Jiang helped him round, sometimes He Jiang thought nothing happened, and more often, He Jiang took the opportunity to bully him.

“I’m really stupid.” Shang Jing thought.

He Jiang: “You should recover properly.”

Shang Jing closed his eyes and said, “What’s the purpose of exposing me at this time!”

Must be pretty unspeakable.

After all, this game of bullying his wife, under normal circumstances, He Jiang can play with him for more than three months in a bad way.

He Jiang narrowed his eyes and said, “Some things should always be said before you do things, so that you will have no excuse to go back in the future.”

Before, because of Shang Jingzhen’s amnesia, he restrained his primitive instinct and gave in. Now that Shang Jing has false amnesia, he has to expose it before certain things.

This is a less important principle that must be fulfilled.

He had to make sure that Shang Jing had **** with him when he knew the whole truth.

Shang Jing was speechless, not only moved by He Jiang’s persistence, but also felt that he was purely in bad taste.

He Jiang: “Xiaojing, you haven’t answered my question yet.”

Shang Jing: “What’s the problem?”

He Jiang pointed at the picture of making dumplings: “Do you like me here?”

Shang Jing and He Jiang looked at each other, and after a long while, they got up from He Jiang’s arms and got into the bed on the single bed.

Who, I don’t know how many times I watched the original film before I found out such a detail to question him.

The single bed was too small, so he had to curl up his legs, turn his back to He Jiang and cover his body under the quilt, relying on the darkness of his vision, he couldn’t see He Jiang, and shouted, “Yes, yes! I like it even if I have amnesia. Fuck you scumbag! I don’t know when I liked it. I liked it when I didn’t have amnesia, and I liked it when I lost my memory. I fell in love with you twice! Do you have any opinions? No!”

Shang Jing shouted like a snail, and found that the surroundings were very quiet. He quietly got out a head, and instantly met He Jiang’s bottomless gaze.

He weakly said: “Why don’t you speak suddenly?”

He Jiang hoarsely said, “I’m so happy, I can’t speak.”

How fortunate to have been favored by the business dog twice.

Shang Jing lowered his head and glanced at He Jiang, He Jiang didn’t seem too happy, as if the blood was rushing down, and the blood supply to his brain was insufficient, so he couldn’t speak.

He glanced at the fishing hole, his eyes lit up, he hurried over and lifted the small fishing rod.

Suddenly, a small silver-white fish was pulled up.

Shang Jing’s tone was full of joy of harvest: “He Jiang! Come on, come on, put it down.”

He Jiang sighed, how can Shang Puppy switch seamlessly between confession and fishing. He felt that he was the fish and was caught by the business dog.

He used to help Shang Jing take off the small fish, put it into a bucket on the side, hang the bait, and throw it into the hole again.

Shang Jing coughed and glanced sideways: “Calm yourself.”

It’s freezing, so calm, right?

He Jiang: “Okay.”

Shang Jing was fishing with peace of mind. After a while, he frowned and said, “Why are you so talkative?”

Don’t take the opportunity to take advantage of something, unlike He Jiang’s style.

The best actor is the kind of person who will not be restrained because of venue constraints.

He Jiang: “There are too many intimate contacts, what should I do if it doesn’t work at that time?”

Shang Jing didn’t expect He Jiang to have such worries, he was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked: “Did you not pay–“

He Jiang said sternly: “From today onwards, keep a little distance.”

Shang Jing said softly, “How long will it last?”

He Jiang: “Before desensitization.”

Shang Jing selectively ignored “treatment”, and the corner of his mouth immediately hooked up: “You said it! You are not allowed to go back!”

The next New Year is going to visit relatives. Shangjing does not have this kind of ceremony abroad. His mother’s habits are Westernized. He loved Christmas and Easter, but Shangjing still looks forward to the Spring Festival since he was a child.

He attaches great importance to the next Chinese New Year, and if it is a big one, he cannot die.

It is best for He Jiang to keep a distance from him, so that he can avoid any marks on his neck that are not suitable for children, and he has to wear a high collar when visiting relatives and friends.

He Jiang: “Do you like the Spring Festival?”

Shang Jing: “Hmm.”

He Jiang: “Then it’s right to come here.”

Since the first small fish was caught, there seems to be a swarm under the ice, and one can be hooked within two minutes.

Shang Jing happily fished a bucket, turned his head and kissed He Jiang: “You are amazing.”

He Jiang humbly accepted the compliment: “I like to come back next year.”

The sky turned dark and the wind grew louder. Shang Jing carried a small bucket and walked back with He Jiang.

He Jiang settled on the lake view hotel, which has a large field of vision with single floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides. On one side, you can see the lake, and on the other side, you can see the crowded houses. A large road divides thousands of houses into a static New Year picture, and the street trees are bare. There are red lanterns hanging on the branches.

He Jiang cleaned the internal organs and scales of the small fish, frying half of the fish in the kitchen, and refrigerating the other half outside the window.

None of these temperatures require a refrigerator.

Shang Jing ate the fragrant golden fried fish and slept well at night.

He Jiang really followed the rules all night as he said.

The business scene was a little moved.

He pushed He Jiang: “When are we going back?”

There is no New Year’s Eve in this year’s lunar calendar, and the 29th is New Year’s Eve.

Today is New Year’s Eve, so I have to rush home for a reunion dinner.

He Jiang said: “No hurry, we are here for New Year’s Eve, and we will go back tomorrow. You can call your uncle and other friends in advance to say Happy New Year.”

Shang Jing guessed that He Jiang was the first year he hoped to get back together. Only the two of them celebrated the New Year together, and Shang Jing was also a little moved, so he called his family and friends according to the words.

This is how the morning passed.

He Jiang deliberately asked, “Is there any leakage?”

Shang Jing shook his head, “No.”

He sent messages to Chinese friends in the United States, senior sisters in the law department, and Zhuang Jin. Oh, and his mother, Shang Jing sent emails.

He Jiang: “That’s good.”

Shang Jing always felt that there was something in He Jiang’s words.

In the afternoon, they made dumplings together. It was rare for Shangjing to have a cooking skill that surpassed He Jiang.

Their reunion dinner is dumplings.

After making the dumplings, He Jiang took out his mobile phone: “Let’s play a game. Today is the New Year’s Eve, and it’s hard to sleep at all. Let’s turn on the sound effect, and one sound is enough.”

Shang Jing: “You’re smart! Why didn’t I think of it, it can’t be wasted in vain!”

It’s good to keep the year old! He had forgotten what it was like to play games with sound effects on.

Although he was afraid of the sound of gunfire, he still had a little boy’s passion for the military.

Forty minutes later, under the leadership of He Jiang, Shang Jing successfully ate chicken and was satisfied.

He stretched, put his phone aside, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to look out.

On the side of the road, people moved firewood one after another, and almost every house had a fire in front of it.

Every house is brightly lit, and the self-built house that went out to work and was idle won back its owner.

Your family moved out hundreds of firecrackers, and his family piled up three salutes, as well as the children’s kicks.

Shang Jing turned to look at He Jiang in surprise, he knew why He Jiang was here to celebrate the New Year!

Can’t help but shoot here!

Bonfires, firecrackers, fireworks, this is a form of celebration that is banned in most places.

Shang Jing: “This is the Chinese New Year I imagined!”

He Jiang rubbed his head: “Do you know the origin of New Year’s Eve?”

Shang Jing: “The legend is to drive away a ferocious beast called ‘Xi’, because it is afraid of red fire and noise, so it is necessary to stick the Spring Festival couplets and set off firecrackers.”

He Jiang said: “Get rid of the old and welcome the new, and pray for the coming year.”

Shang Jing: “Yes!”

The first firecrackers sounded outside, and the most grand ceremony on New Year’s Eve was kicked off.

Earth-shattering bursts of hair, everyone blushed and covered their ears.

He Jiang took a step forward, put the business scene in front of him and the floor-to-ceiling window, and said leisurely, “Do you think the sound of firecrackers sounds like gunshots?”

boom! boom! boom! The fireworks exploded high in the sky, and the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of the hotel was clearer, the sound was more shocking, and the glass was faintly vibrating.

Shang Jing reacted and was shocked!

He Jiang asked him to pay New Year’s greetings to his relatives and friends in advance. He Jiang agreed with him for the first time to play chicken with sound effects. He Jiang stayed here for the Chinese New Year. He Jiang suddenly kept his distance from him yesterday… Careless! He said how the dog man has changed his sex, before he needs to keep his distance and desensitize, so what is he going to do today!

Shang Jing was completely unprepared and was about to become stupid. He stammered: “No, didn’t you mean the shooting gallery?”

He Jiang: “I lied to you, silly puppy.”

He never thought of actually doing a gun simulation. He is not a god, and he cannot predict the outcome. He is just an ordinary person who hopes to be sweet with his wife.

If Shang Jing was not cured, but the sound of gunfire in the shooting gallery cast a shadow on the bed, where would he cry.

He Jiang only dared to find a meal replacement for the gunshots.

Shang Jing wanted to cry without tears: “You lied to me again!”

Woohoo dog man!

He Jiang spread the black fur in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, using millions of things as a carpet.

When Shang Jing saw this fur, it was a fluke that it was gone.

Looking at it again, He Jiang’s things are really **** ready. He is a fool, why didn’t he find that He Jiang was hiding such a thing before today!

He Jiang hugged Shang Jing and watched the fireworks and firecrackers: “The sound is very similar, doesn’t it?”

Firecrackers exploded, smoke billowed, and salutes shot up into the sky.

Teacher He: “This represents joy, harmony, and reunion in China. Don’t be afraid, panic, and helpless.”

Shang Jing’s face turned red, woo woo woo desensitization is really true.

He Jiang: “You are in China, and I am by your side.”

“Xiaojing, let’s get rid of the old and welcome the new, okay?”

Fireworks exploded brilliant streamers in the sky.

“good.”

Shang Jing wanted to say yes, but He Jiang didn’t give him a chance to speak.

Shang Jing felt that his insomnia had been cured, and now he really wanted to sleep and rest, but He Jiang didn’t give him a chance.

This is the quack doctor who loves tiger and wolf medicine! Big tail wolf!

…

Shou Sui, sleepless all night.

Happy New Year!

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