Alzheimer's Disease was a terrible disease. The cause was still unknown, and there was no cure.
As a young and talented designer, Guo Dongyue often went on business trips, whether it was to accept jobs or to learn from his peers. He traveled all over the country, and each trip lasted from half a month to several months.
Guo Dongyue was busy with his career, and he was still single. His mother was very worried about him. Guo Dongyue's mother had a habit of calling him every three days when he was on a business trip, to check if he was safe. Before making the call, Guo's mother would carefully calculate the time difference and consider his work and rest schedule, so that she wouldn't disturb his rest or his work. When he returned to the hotel and dusted himself off, his mother's call would come on time.
Guo Dong Yue was used to this kind of phone call. She treated it as a routine. Sometimes she was annoyed because of work, so she would be impatient on the phone. She would hang up after a few words.
On the last night of a business trip, he successfully completed his work, and he felt very relaxed. He took a bath in the hotel bathtub, put on a bathrobe, and took a glass of red wine. He listened to his favorite classical music, leaned on the sofa, and closed his eyes to rest.
This kind of leisurely time should have been very enjoyable. He had already decided to have a good sleep after drinking this glass of wine. When the sun rose tomorrow, he would take a plane back home. However, for some reason, when he finished drinking the wine, he did not feel sleepy. Not only that, his relaxed mood suddenly became restless, as if he had forgotten something.
At first, he thought it was about work. He carefully recalled the details of the day's work, and there seemed to be nothing that he had missed. He thought about it several times, and even opened his laptop to review the design sketches and the tender contract, but he still couldn't find the source of his restlessness. As for other things … Guo Dongyue's love experience was almost blank. He had been in a few short and unsuccessful relationships before, and he had even forgotten what the other party looked like.
When he turned on his phone, he saw the text message that the flight ticket had been successfully booked, and noticed the date of the ticket. Then he understood — today should be the day that his mother called him. Why didn't the phone ring?
Maybe something happened?
He silently calculated the time difference. It should be lunchtime in China. Maybe his mother was busy cooking, and forgot to call … Although this had never happened before, old people were always forgetful.
Should he take the initiative to call his mother and ask?
He thought about it and felt that it was unnecessary. Anyway, they would only say a few words if the call went through. Besides, he would return to China tomorrow, so there wouldn't be any accidents. If her mother was really cooking and the phone suddenly rang, it might cause her to panic and even burn herself.
After thinking this through, he no longer worried about it. With the aftereffects of the red wine, he dove into bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Ding ding ding ding ding —
His phone suddenly rang, forcefully pulling him back from the dream.
"Hello?" He was still not fully awake. He picked up the phone based on his memory and answered the call.
"Dongyue, it's mom! I forgot to call you just now. I wanted to let it go, but if I don't call you, I won't be at ease. "His mother's apologetic voice came from the other side of the phone.
"Well, I'm fine. I'm fine. I'll go back tomorrow," he said.
"Oh, that's good. You sound like you're sleeping? Sleep well. I'll be relieved to know that you're fine. "
"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."
"Alright, I'll hang up now."
Just like before, Guo Dongyue took the initiative to hang up the phone, threw it away, and went back to sleep. Maybe because his mother's call had cleared up his worries, he slept more deeply this time. He almost didn't have any dreams.
Ding ding ding ding —
He didn't know how long it had been, but his phone rang again.
Guo Dongyue touched the bedside table, but he couldn't find it.
The phone kept ringing. It was very noisy.
He had to open his eyes and move his head from side to side. He found the phone was thrown on the edge of the bed. He turned over and rolled to the side of the phone. He picked it up and saw that it was his mother again.
Guo Dongyue stared at his mother's profile picture on the screen for a few seconds, then he answered the phone.
"Mom, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Dongyue, I forgot to call you just now. I didn't want to disturb your rest, but if I don't call you, I won't be at ease …" His mother's apologetic voice came from the other side of the phone.
Maybe it was because of the alcohol and the phone call, his mind was a little confused. He seemed to have heard these words before. Was he dreaming? Was it a dream, or was it a dream now?
When he was chatting with his colleagues, he heard them talk about a wonderful feeling called "Déjà vu." It meant that he felt inexplicably familiar with what was happening, as if he had experienced or dreamed about it before.
Was this the so-called Déjà vu?
"Mom … Did you call me just now?" he asked, rubbing his forehead.
His mother paused on the other side of the phone, then said with obvious doubt, "No, I was eating just now and didn't call you. Were you dreaming? It's my fault. I shouldn't have called you while you were sleeping … "
"It's okay, I'm not sleepy."
"Are you okay? When are you coming back? "his mother asked.
"I'm fine. I'm very good. I'm coming back tomorrow."
"Oh, then come home for dinner when you come back. I'll make you your favorite braised pork ribs."
"Okay."
Normally, he would have found an excuse to hang up the phone, but the weird feeling just now was still lingering in his mind. So he switched the call to the background and checked the call log. He saw that there was a call from his mother half an hour ago, and the call duration was one minute.
Guo Dongyue was not sleepy at all. He sat up on the bed.
"Mom?"
"What's up, Dongyue?"
"Did you call me just now?"
His mother smiled, "Hey, didn't you just ask me? Why are you asking me again? You have such a bad memory at such a young age. Is it because of the pressure from work? "
"No, no, no. Mom, look at your phone's dialing record. Did you call me half an hour ago?" he said hurriedly.
Her mother was a little slow with her phone. After half a minute, she finally said, "That's weird. When did I make the call?"
"Don't you remember?" Guo Dongyue was sweating. This was so weird. Either it was a supernatural event, or something was wrong …
"I don't remember. Did I dial it by mistake?"
Guo Dongyue didn't say anything. It was possible to dial it by mistake, but was the memory of the call fake?
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