Cheng Xiaoyu fell into silent memories, but the doctor thought that Cheng Xiaoyu had acquiesced in driving without a license, and snorted coldly and said, "Rich families are really lawless these days. Are there not enough people who are driving and getting into car accidents every day?"

Cheng Xiaoyu could only smile bitterly in his heart. He had to carry the blame, or he had to carry it. Looking at the beautiful woman on the stretcher, he still felt a little guilty.

At this time, the girl he hit had already revealed her flawless face, but the color was missing. Her long eyelashes were beautifully curved, and her tall nose was dotted with whitened cherry lips.

This creates a kind of morbid beauty that arbitrarily occupies everyone's eyes. People can't take their eyes away and can't forget it.

Looking at her breathtakingly beautiful daughter, the woman couldn't help crying again, "My girl just got admitted to the theater this year. If she is gone, how will I live?" A carload of medical staff listened with sympathy.

After looking at Cheng Xiaoyu, who looked expressionless and as if nothing had happened, I felt that he was a hopeless playboy. They all looked at Cheng Xiaoyu with a stern face, and would not give him a good attitude.

Cheng Xiaoyu felt that he was wronged, but he had no way to explain it. He had no memory of the person he collided with. However, he also suspected that the memories of the two identities collided, causing confusion in his thinking, which might have caused the car accident.

But because his own mind was in a mess right now, he really couldn't feel much guilt for bumping into others, so he could only sit in his seat with an expressionless face.

Until the male doctor wearing a mask asked, "Have you called your parents?"

Cheng Xiaoyu realized that such a big thing had happened and he had to say hello to his family.

Cheng Xiaoyu had no choice. In his memory, he had never spoken to his biological father who brought him back to China. He could only choose to call his stepmother, Aunt Zhou.

Aunt Zhou was a little nervous when she learned that Cheng Xiaoyu had been in a car accident. When she learned that he was fine, she felt relieved on the way to the hospital. She told Cheng Xiaoyu not to worry, she would come right away.

After Cheng Xiaoyu hung up the phone, the hospital arrived. A group of nurses neatly carried the hit girl out of the ambulance, and then flash lights flashed outside the ambulance.

Cheng Xiaoyu didn't know what was going on. He felt dizzy when he stood up. The woman did not follow her daughter, but guarded Cheng Xiaoyu, as if she was afraid that he would run away and no one would be responsible.

Cheng Xiaoyu didn't care so much, so he forced himself out of the ambulance and found that the outside was surrounded by reporters holding cameras. After Cheng Xiaoyu got out of the car, there was a burst of fierce filming, and then a reporter asked loudly, "How old are you?"

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"Excuse me, you don't have a driver's license?"

"Excuse me, are you drunk?"

"What speed were you driving at that time?"

The turbid air, the malicious questioning, and the flashing lights made Cheng Xiaoyu feel dizzy, chest swollen, and suddenly felt a tightness in his head, and he fainted.

The moment I fainted, I was still thinking that it was really the right time to faint.

I don't know how long it took, but Cheng Xiaoyu woke up again. This time he opened his eyes effortlessly, but he couldn't move his head because there was a medical collar around his neck.

Cheng Xiaoyu felt numb in his limbs. He wanted to sit up but felt he couldn't find the strength. He could only look helplessly at the white wall above his head. The air was filled with the smell of Lysol mixed with a faint floral fragrance.

As soon as I squinted, I saw a celadon vase with a bouquet of lilies placed on the bedside table on the right.

At this time, Cheng Xiaoyu's mind was still in chaos, and he could no longer tell who he was. It felt like he had acted in a seventeen-year-old movie, and after the performance, the character and himself were indistinguishable.

Having such an idea shows that the music director himself is the dominant one. The illegitimate child's memory is that he was driving on Zhongshan Road, which is also a road along the river, but Cheng Xiaoyu doesn't know what happened next. Cheng Xiaoyu just wants to remember it.

A pain.

But the last memory of being a music director is complete. A Lamborghini and a Ferrari are still flying in my mind, so clearly. Even Cheng Xiaoyu can read those pictures from his memory and play them frame by frame, even the car

The panic on the driver's face was clearly visible.

At this moment, Cheng Xiaoyu was already troubled by the question of who am I. He could only wander aimlessly in his memory, like watching a memorable movie again.

My only specialty is level 10 piano, but I haven't touched the piano for almost a year. I came to China to study for half a year, and my grades were abysmal. I failed in every subject.

He also has an average appearance, a little fat guy who is 1.78 meters tall and weighs over 170 pounds. He is not very fat, but words like athlete, handsome guy, and handsome have nothing to do with him.

In general, he has nothing but a wealthy family now.

While he was thinking wildly, the door opened with a creak, followed by the patter of footsteps. Cheng Xiaoyu squinted hard and saw a petite figure in a white coat and a nurse's cap.

The nurse was holding a book folder in her hand and noticed that he was awake. She was a little surprised, and then asked politely, "Are you awake?"

Cheng Xiaoyu tried to make some noise with her mouth, but she could only make a whooshing sound from her throat. The pretty little nurse frowned, took out the walkie-talkie in her pocket with an expressionless face, and said, "Notify Dean Li,

The patients in the ninth special care room have woken up."

Cheng Xiaoyu didn't care about the little nurse's cold attitude, he just tried hard to speak. He desperately wanted to know what happened to the girl he hit.

However, his efforts had not yet been realized. The little nurse wrote something in a notebook beside his bed, then turned and left the ward.

After a while, a doctor wearing glasses appeared in the ward. Cheng Xiaoyu glanced at the badge on his white coat, Li Guodong.

A gentle voice asked "Do you know where you are?"

Cheng Xiaoyu could barely speak at this time and replied hoarsely, "Yes, hospital."

The doctor asked again, "Do you know what your name is?"

Cheng Xiaoyu hesitated and said, "Cheng Xiaoyu."

"How do you feel about your physical condition? Can you move your limbs?"

Cheng Xiaoyu quickly moved his hands and feet, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay."

The doctor picked up the notebook stuck on the bedside, glanced at it a few times, smiled and said, "Then you should have no big problem. You should be able to be discharged from the hospital after resting for more than ten days. I just called your dad. He is in a meeting.

You'll be here later. You have a good rest first, and if you need anything, just ring the bell next to the bed and call the nurse."

Cheng Xiaoyu stopped Dr. Li and asked in a low voice, "Is that girl okay?" When he asked, his heart felt as if he was about to jump out of his chest. There was a terrible thumping sound in his own ears.

Dr. Li smiled and said, "Don't worry, the dangerous period has passed and there is no danger of disability."

Cheng Xiaoyu breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "Thank you." The heavy burden in his heart was relieved.

But there are still vague doubts about this car accident in my mind. I always feel that something is wrong, but I can't recall it.

Seeing that the name written on the doctor's badge was Li Guodong. The traditional Chinese characters were not simplified characters. Cheng Xiaoyu felt a strange emotion in his heart.

When the door closed, the bits and pieces of the past life merged into a torrent that instantly flooded his heart. At this moment, Cheng Xiaoyu felt that the white ward was filled with hurtful loneliness, and his eyes couldn't help but fall.

In her previous life, Cheng Xiaoyu was considered a naturally optimistic person, and had the temperament of not taking anything seriously when the sky fell. Cheng Xiaoyu, on the other hand, was a fat otaku who lived with her mother for sixteen and a half years in the United States.

Her mother, Cheng Qiuci, was a popular actress more than ten years ago. When her career was at its peak, she became pregnant with Cheng Xiaoyu and retired to the United States. At this time last year, after Cheng Xiaoyu participated in the Chopin International Piano Competition, she suffered from depression and migraines for many years. Unable to bear the pain, he burned charcoal and committed suicide, leaving a suicide note asking him to return to China to find his biological father.

Cheng Xiaoyu had no intention of returning to China after his mother passed away, until his biological father Su Changhe came to the United States to find him and forcibly terminated his studies, returned the apartment he and his mother rented, packed all his luggage, and kidnapped Cheng Qiuci The urn, yes, the threat of kidnapping made Cheng Xiaoyu follow Su Changhe back to China.

In fact, Cheng Xiaoyu, an otaku, has always wanted to ask Su Changhe why he didn't marry his mother back then, and has been expecting Su Changhe to explain. However, Su Changhe has not said a few words to him in the past six months, let alone tried to ease the cold relationship between father and son.

In addition to giving him money and arranging his life, he was also quite indifferent to him, and there was no tenderness to make up for the years of guilt. When he brought him back to China, he just said, "Your mother asked me to take care of you, and I must fulfill this promise. I don’t care what you think of me, and I don’t care how you resist. You don’t have to listen to me, but you must listen to your mother’s final arrangements.” Such emotionless dialogue resulted in almost zero communication between father and son.

On the contrary, his stepmother Zhou Peipei was very enthusiastic about him. She took care of everything from studying to school and buying clothes. The Ferrari 430 he was driving at the time of the accident was also Zhou Peipei's car.

He also has an arrogant sister, Su Yuxi, who has not said a word to him in half a year, and has not even said hello. Except for seeing her at the dining table every weekend when he goes home, the two of them have met each other. Also very few.

Cheng Xiaoyu also had a headache thinking about his strange family relationship.

At this moment, I still don’t know how to deal with my parents in this life. After all, my two lives combined are already forty years old, which is a bit older than my stepmother.

Cheng Xiaoyu held back her tears. After all, she was not young anymore, so she didn't have so much sorrow for spring and autumn. No matter how regretful she was about what had happened, life would always go on.

Besides, now he really can't tell which identity is his real self. Although the mature Cheng Xiaoyu takes the initiative in thinking, it does not mean that the otaku self does not exist.

At least Cheng Xiaoyu felt uneasy when he thought of his father Su Changhe in this life. He knew that he was a person he could not forgive. Although his mother Cheng Qiuci never complained about Su Changhe and even said in her suicide note He was asked to listen to his father's words, but Cheng Xiaoyu always believed that his mother's death was Su Changhe's fault.

Sixteen years of living with his mother made this child reticent and not good at communicating. He is 178cm tall and weighs over 170cm, which makes him look fat and fair. He is the target of bullying in the United States.

He had no friends except the piano. Now that he thinks about it, his happiest time was just when the afterglow of the sunset in San Francisco swept over the dilapidated apartment and left a little bit of brightness on the window, and he played his mother's favorite with the remaining trace of warmth.

Chopin, his mother listened to him practice the piano behind his back and prepared dinner for him.

When eating, his mother would be happy when he saw how much he ate, so he always ate as hard as he could.

At that time, he naively thought that his mother's smile and music were enough.

But now he has nothing but music.
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