Alzheimer's syndrome is a very terrible disease. The cause has not been explained yet and there is no cure for it.

As a young talented designer, Guo Dongyue often travels business, whether taking business or learning from his peers, and traveling everywhere at home and abroad ranges from half a month to several months.

Guo Dongyue is busy with his career and has not yet been married. His mother is very worried. 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 jet lag. Considering his schedule, she will never disturb his rest or work. When he returns to the hotel where he stays and dusts off for a day, his mother's phone will arrive on time.

Guo Dongyue has become accustomed to such calls and regards reporting safety as a routine. Although he is sometimes irritable due to work reasons, he will appear impatient on the phone and will hang up after a few words.

On the last night of a business trip, he completed his work successfully and felt very relaxed. He took a bath in the hotel bathtub, put on a bathrobe and served a glass of red wine. He listened to his favorite classical music, leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes for a nap.

Such leisurely time should have been enjoyed. He had decided to go to Meimei for a sleep after drinking this glass of wine and take a plane back home tomorrow dawn. However, for some reason, when the wine was finished, his sleepiness had not arrived for a long time. Not only that, the mood that had originally relaxed suddenly became a little anxious, as if he had forgotten something.

At first he thought it was a job, and carefully recalled the details of the work during the day, and there seemed to be no omissions or inadequate considerations. After thinking about it several times, he even opened his laptop to review the design sketches and bidding contracts, but he still did not find the source of his annoyance. As for other things... Guo Dongyue's emotional experience was almost blank. He had talked about a few short but unsuccessful loves before, and even the other party had forgotten.

When he turned on his phone and saw the prompt message from the successful ticket booking of the plane and noticed the date of the ticket, he realized that today should be the day when his mother called him, so why did the phone ringing sound not ring for a long time?

Maybe something is wrong?

He silently calculated the time difference. This time in China should be lunch time. Maybe his mother was busy cooking and forgot about making a phone call... Although this situation has never happened before, the elderly are always easy to forget.

Should I call my mother and ask?

He thought about it and felt it was unnecessary. Anyway, he would only say a few words after the call was connected. In addition, he would return to China the day and there would be no accident. If his mother was really cooking and the phone rings suddenly, it might make her busy and she might be burned.

After figuring this out, he no longer cared about it. The red wine's stamina surged, and he plunged into the bed and fell asleep deeply.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

The ringtone of the cell phone suddenly rang, forcibly pulling him back from his dream.

"Hey?" He didn't wake up completely, and based on his impression, he picked up his cell phone and answered the phone.

"Dong Yue, it's my mother! I forgot to call you just now. I wanted to forget it, but if I don't call a mother, I'm not relieved." The mother's voice full of guilt came from the phone receiver.

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

"Oh, that's good. You're sleeping when you hear the sound? Sleep well, mom will feel relieved if you know you're fine."

"I'll just hang up if it's okay."

"Okay, let's hang up."

Just like before, Guo Dongyue took the initiative to hang up the phone, threw his phone away, and continued to sleep. Perhaps it was because he received a call from his mother that he had eliminated his worries. This time he slept harder and had almost no dreams.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

I don’t know how long it took, but the ringtone of the cell phone rang again.

Guo Dongyue touched the bedside table but couldn't find it.

The phone continued to ring, which was very noisy.

He had to open his eyes, wave his head left and right, and found that the phone was thrown on the edge of the bed. He turned over, rolled to the next to the phone, picked it up and saw that the caller was his mother again.

Guo Dongyue stared at his mother's avatar on the screen for a few seconds before answering the phone.

"Mom, what's wrong?" he asked.

"Dong Yue, my mother forgot to call you just now. I wanted to forget to let go, afraid that it would disturb you to rest, but if I don't call a mother, I'm not relieved..." The mother's voice was full of guilt from the other side of the phone.

Maybe it was because of alcohol and the alarm, and his mind was a little confused. He seemed to have heard these words once just now. Are you dreaming? Was it just a dream or is it now?

While chatting with colleagues, he heard his colleagues say that there is a wonderful feeling called "visual feeling", which means that he is inexplicably familiar with what is happening, as if he has passed or dreamed of it before.

Is this the so-called visual sense?

"Mom... have you called me just now?" he asked, rubbing his forehead.

The mother paused on the other side of the phone, and then said with obvious doubts: "No, Mom was having a meal just now and didn't call you. Are you dreaming? It's because Mom is not good, so you shouldn't call when you are sleeping..."

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

"Is your health okay? When will I return to China?" asked my mother.

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

"Oh, come home for dinner after you come back. Mom makes your favorite braised pork ribs for you."

"OK."

If it was normal, he would find an excuse to hang up the phone, but the strange feeling just now was always in his heart. So he switched the call to the background and found the communication record. He suddenly saw that there was an incoming call record half an hour ago under his mother's number, and the call duration was 1 minute.

Guo Dongyue was completely sleepy and sat up from the bed.

"mom?"

"What's wrong, Dongyue?"

"Did you call me just now?"

The mother smiled, "Didn't this child just ask? Why did you ask again? He has such a poor memory at a young age. Is it too much work pressure?"

"No, no, no, mom, please check the dial record of your phone. Did you call me once half an hour ago?" he said anxiously.

My mother used her phone slowly. After half a minute, she heard her exclaim, "Strange, when did I make a call?"

"Don't you remember?" Guo Dongyue's cold sweat was almost over. This incident was strange. It was either a supernatural incident or something was wrong...

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

Guo Dongyue didn't say anything. It is possible to mis-dial call, but is the memory of answering the phone before false?
Chapter completed!