Chapter 227: Illness Comes Down Like a Mountain

Alzheimer's syndrome is a very terrible disease, which is still unknown and has no cure.

As a young talented designer, Guo Dongyue often travels on business, whether it is to receive business or learn from his peers, he travels everywhere at home and abroad, and the time for each business trip ranges from half a month to several months.

Guo Dongyue has a career and is still unmarried, so his mother is very concerned. From a very early age, Guo's mother has developed a habit of calling him every three days when he is on a business trip to ask if he is safe. Before making a call, Guo's mother will carefully calculate the time difference, taking into account his work and rest time, and will never disturb his rest or work. When he returned to the hotel where he was staying and dusted off the day, his mother's call would come on time.

Guo Dongyue is used to this kind of phone calls, and regards reporting safety as a routine matter. Although sometimes he is irritable due to work reasons, he will appear very impatient on the phone, and will hang up after he can't say a few words.

On the last night of a business trip, he finished his work well and was rarely at ease. He took a bath in the bathtub of the hotel, and when he came out, he put on his clothes, served a glass of red wine, listened to his favorite classical music, and leaned on the sofa to rest with his eyes closed.

This kind of leisure time should be very enjoyable. He has already decided to go to sleep well after drinking this glass of wine, and take the plane back to China when the morning dawns. However, for some reason, when the wine is finished, sleepiness is delayed Not yet. Not only that, the originally relaxed mood suddenly became a little anxious, as if forgetting something.

At first, he thought it was a matter of work, and carefully recalled the details of the day's work, and it seemed that there was nothing missing or ill-considered. After thinking about it several times, he even turned on his laptop to review the design sketches and bidding contracts, but he still couldn't find the source of his upset. As for other things, Guo Dongyue's relationship experience is almost blank. He has talked about several short and unsuccessful relationships before, and he has even forgotten the appearance of the other party.

When he turned on his cell phone and saw the reminder text message from the successful booking of the plane ticket, and noticed the date of the ticket, he finally understood—today is the day when his mother called him, why the phone didn’t ring for a long time sound?

Maybe there is something wrong?

He silently calculated the time difference. This time in China is lunch time. Maybe his mother was busy cooking and forgot to make a phone call. Although this kind of situation has never happened, but the elderly are always easy to approach.

Do you want to take the initiative to call your mother and ask?

He thought about it, and felt that it was unnecessary. Anyway, he would only say a few words when he was connected, and he would return to China tomorrow, so nothing unexpected would happen. If my mother was really cooking and the phone rang suddenly, she might be confused instead and might get burned.

Having figured this out, he stopped worrying about it. The stamina of the red wine surged, and he plunged into the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Ding ding ding——

The phone rang suddenly, pulling him back from the dream.

"Hello?" He didn't fully wake up, he picked up the phone with his hands, and connected the call.

"Dongyue, it's mom! I forgot to call you just now, and I thought I'd forget it, but I don't feel relieved if I don't call mom." The mother's voice full of guilt came from the phone receiver.

"Well, it's okay, I'm fine, and I'll go back tomorrow." He said.

"Oh, that's good ↓ sound, are you sleeping? Sleep well, mom can rest assured knowing you're fine."

"It's okay, I'll hang up."

"Okay, hang up."

Just like before, Guo Dongyue took the initiative to hang up the phone, threw the phone somewhere, and continued to sleep. Perhaps it was because he received a call from his mother that his thoughts were cleared away, and he slept more deeply this time, hardly dreaming.

Ding ding ding——

After an unknown amount of time, the phone rang again.

Guo Dongyue groped for the bedside table, but couldn't find it.

The phone continued to ring, very loudly.

He had to open his eyes, shook his head left and right, and found that the phone had been thrown on the edge of the bed.

He turned over, rolled to the side of the phone, picked it up and saw that the caller was his mother again.

Guo Dongyue stared at his mother's profile picture on the screen for a few seconds before answering the call.

"Mom, what's the matter?" he asked.

"Dongyue, Mom forgot to call you just now, I thought I'd forget it, I was afraid it would disturb your rest, but if I don't call Mom, I won't worry." The mother's voice full of apology came from the phone.

It might be because of alcohol and being woken up by the phone. His mind is a little confused. He seems to have heard these words just now. Are he dreaming? Was it a dream just now, or is it a dream now?

When chatting with his colleagues, he heard from his colleagues that there is a wonderful feeling called "sense of sight", which means that he is inexplicably familiar with what is happening, as if he has experienced or dreamed about it before.

Is this the so-called sense of sight?

"Mom, did you call me just now?" He asked, rubbing his forehead.

The mother's voice on the phone paused for a while, and then said with obvious doubts: "No, Mom was eating just now and didn't call you. Are you dreaming? It's Mom's fault, so I don't need to sleep with you call when

"It's okay, I'm not sleepy."

"Are you all right? When will you go back to China?" asked the mother.

"It's fine. I'm in good health. I'll be back home tomorrow."

"Oh, let's have dinner at home when you come back. Mom will make you your favorite braised pork ribs."

"OK."

If it was normal, he would find an excuse to hang up the phone at this time, but the weird feeling just now still lingers in his heart. So he switched the call to the background, dug out the communication records, and saw that there was an incoming call record under his mother's number half an angle ago, and the call lasted for one minute.

Guo Dongyue lost all sleepiness and sat up from the bed.

"mom?"

"What's wrong, Dongyue?"

"Did you call me just now?"

The mother smiled, "Didn't you just ask this child, why ask again? My memory is so bad at such a young age, is it because of too much work pressure?"

"No, no, mom, look at the dialing records on your phone, did you call me once before?" He said eagerly.

My mother was slow to operate the phone, and it took half a minute before I heard her yelp, "It's strange, when did I call?"

"Don't you remember?" Guo Dongyue was about to break out in a cold sweat. This incident was weird, either it was a supernatural event, or something was wrong.

"I don't remember, did I accidentally dial it by mistake?"

Guo Dongyue didn't say anything, it's possible to dial by mistake, but is the memory of answering the phone before also false?

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