Cen Qiushou lost his memory. He was sure, but everyone around him said no.
He has scars, gunshot wounds, and no memory.
There are family and friends, but there is no memory.
There is no lover and no memory, but he feels that there should be.
The two men who called themselves his "family" smiled fondly: "Xiaoqiu, always likes to say some strange things."
Cen Qiushou's face was expressionless: "I don't remember that I have a family." Looking at one brother's unabashed possessiveness towards the other, "I don't even want to have an incestuous family."
Until one day, he passed by a military hospital and saw a lame veteran at the door. That night, his always decent "family members" knelt down in front of him like crazy, cried miserably, and begged him not to go to that place again.
Bai Chunsheng did not lose his memory. So he could never forget the night in North Kivu three years ago. The stars were so low that you could touch them with your hand. That night, he lost a leg and almost lost his lover.
CP is cold on the outside and soft on the inside. Genius doctor attack VS affectionate inferiority and peacekeeping engineer soldier.
Lightning protection: Sequential narrative, with a slow pace and pure love in the early stage, and the appearance of thunder and blood in the later stage. Old stories about intrinsic amnesia + reunion after breaking up + the real and fake young master of a wealthy family
Mission: Freedom, equality and fair justice