What should I do if I lose my memory after transmigrating into a book?

Chapter 125

His eyes were dark and thick, his gaze indifferent and cold, devoid of any emotion.

Nobody knows what he's thinking.

Those beautiful eyes could no longer convey any emotion.

Hua Lan covered her mouth, tears instantly streaming down her face. Looking at Jiang Ci lying lifeless on the bed, she was overwhelmed with heartache. She held her son's thin, bony hand.

She wiped away her tears and forced a smile.

“Jiang Ci, if you’re feeling down, talk to Mom about it. You’re all grown up now, and Mom hasn’t even had a proper chat with you yet… Fortunately, it’s not too late. Don’t keep things bottled up inside. Just treat it as a secret between us, and Mom will keep it for you.”

Jiang Hui stood to the side, his eyes reddening. He spoke in a hearty voice to the child on the bed.

"Jiang Ci, men can be sad too, they can cry too. If you want to cry, just cry. No one will laugh at you."

The room was completely silent.

Finally, after a long time,

The young man lying on the bed gently closed his eyes, then opened them again. When he opened them again, his eyes were clear, and his voice was faint, yet somewhat melancholic.

He only asked one question, "What's the date today?"

Jiang Hui has been in meetings every day lately; a strong sense of time is ingrained in him. He blurted it out.

September 27th.

Hua Lan didn't quite understand, but wisely remained silent.

Jiang Ci nodded almost imperceptibly. His thin hands braced himself on the bed as he slowly sat up. Perhaps due to exhaustion, it took all his strength just to get up. He slowly exhaled, rested his head on the headboard, and calmly looked at his worried mother.

"Mom, I'm fine. There are just some things I haven't figured out yet. You don't need to worry too much. I... I'll be alright."

He spoke his last words in a low voice, as if he were telling himself.

Seeing that the child didn't want to talk, Hua Lan stopped him in time. She relaxed her brow and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's alright, at least they still have the will to survive.

This child has been stubborn since he was little; I'm really afraid he'll get stuck in a rut and never be able to get out.

Jiang Ci's eyes were weary. "Where's Jiang Du?"

Hua Lan gave him a reproachful look, "You've lost your mind about life. Jiang Du is still taking equestrian lessons outside."

Jiang Ci didn't react, but gave a soft "hmm".

He lifted his eyelids and saw that the large mirror on the side of the master bedroom had been moved. Jiang Ci looked away indifferently, his brows furrowed with exhaustion.

Jiang Hui glanced over and gently patted his wife's shoulder. "Let's go out first and let the child rest for a while... He looks... quite tired."

Hua Lan had already realized that this was her own child. When he opened his eyes, the vicissitudes in his eyes were impossible to hide. She couldn't understand what this child had gone through in just a few days to make him so... grief-stricken.

She looked at Jiang Ci several times before speaking.

"We'll go out first. Jiang Po will be guarding the door if something happens... Oh well, you should get some rest. I won't say any more."

A soft thud.

The door was closed.

The room lights were always on, their desolate light shining on Jiang Ci's face. He chuckled softly, "Liar."

……

Jiang Po sat steadily outside his boss's room, his brows furrowed as he racked his brains. He felt as if he had forgotten something important, as if someone had told him something.

what is it?

Before he could even remember,

With a creak, the room door opened.

Jiang Po subconsciously got up and moved the stool away, instantly straightening his back and standing there ramrod straight.

His gaze followed the door as it opened, and he saw the person who came out.

In that instant, Jiang Po's eyes darkened, and his face turned cold.

The once intelligent and refined boss was now so thin he was barely recognizable as human, and his usually well-fitting white shirt was now hanging loosely on his body.

What Jiang Po couldn't take his eyes off was... Jiang Ci's head of white hair.

Jiang Ci's cold eyes swept over his subordinates.

"how?"

Jiang Po immediately snapped out of his daze and lowered his head, saying, "It's nothing."

He didn't dare to meet Jiang Ci's gaze at that moment; he clearly sensed that his boss had changed.

He seemed even more... indifferent.

"Call Xu Zechuan and tell him to bring all his tools."

"Oh...oh, okay." Jiang Po was stunned for a moment, then immediately agreed.

Jiang Ci turned around and went back into the room.

An hour later, Xu Zechuan entered the Jiang family home, his signature delicate, effeminate gestures making him appear carefree. Although he was usually nonchalant, this time Jiang Po had repeatedly instructed him...

Don't say anything unnecessary, don't look around aimlessly, and leave once you've finished your work.

He knocked on the door.

"Enter."

Xu Zechuan lowered his eyes. "Boss, is there work today?"

"Okay, dye my hair black."

Xu Zechuan suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with disbelief.

……

At the racecourse,

The riding instructor spurred the horse, bringing it to a stop. He glanced at the distracted young master of the Jiang family, pondered for a moment, and asked,

"Young Master, are you not interested in today's lesson?"

Normally, the young master of the Jiang family is very well-behaved when he comes here. He learns what he needs to learn very quickly and doesn't have any of the arrogant or haughty habits of a rich kid. He also respects his teachers. In class, he listens attentively to whatever the teacher says and then does it diligently.

I've never been so distracted before.

Xiao Jiangdu hung his head, feeling inexplicably depressed. Ever since he woke up from his illness, he felt that the whole world had changed. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was his grandmother, but he subconsciously felt that the person who came should not be her.

Or rather, whose arrival is he expecting?

Xiao Jiangdu felt a void in his heart, a sense of loss and desolation.

He wanted to ask his father, but his father was nowhere to be found. He hadn't seen him for a week. His grandmother said that his father had something to do and would be back soon.

This is clearly a trick to appease a child; he already knew that.

Grandma didn't say anything, and he didn't ask.

But one day, while looking at the sunset outside the window, he suddenly had the urge to pick up his easel and paint a picture. But when he picked up his brush, he couldn't paint anything at all!

Xiao Jiangdu didn't understand why he couldn't even paint anymore.

So when the coach asked him, he could only shake his head to express his apology, but even he himself couldn't explain why he did that.

The equestrian coach was very understanding. Seeing that the young master had lost interest in learning, he simply waved his hand and announced the end of get out of class.

Jiang Ci had left a message for the equestrian coach: everything should be based on Jiang Du's preferences, and there was no need to force him to learn.

Therefore, the equestrian coach gave Jiang Du a day off almost without hesitation.

After the little boy returned to the Jiang family's old house,

The moment he saw his dad on the living room sofa, his eyes lit up, and he trotted over to him with his short little legs.

"Dad, I'm home from school."

Jiang Ci's gaze fell on Jiang Du.