Today is also a mudslide that is going through the boundary

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Quiet, dark, and silent.

Blank, silent, unencumbered.

Seriously, no worries, no worries?

The clear water dyed black by the darkness and the air bubbles that resembled crystal filled the air, taking my breath away.

It seems that from the moment I came here, I stopped all the physical activities that a normal person should have.

Including memories, from the moment I came here, they were all forgotten in a corner of this deep sea, and no one cares about them.

The same goes for the other 153 people who came here with me.

There were bursts of low and long whales in the distance, the frequency was much higher than that of the group of whales that occasionally swim by here. Compared with the little guys wandering around me like fireflies, it seemed to be abandoned by the sky The lonely bird in the wind, the snowflakes forgotten by the clouds under the setting sun, and the water patterns buried in the waves by the sea, are so sad, lonely, and quiet.

Whenever this whale hovers here and sings, I always stand on a sea reef with a terrain much higher than other places, looking at the huge figure and the sunlight that hardly penetrates, in a daze.

According to my observations and guesses, this whale will swim here every time the sun rises, blocking the light that barely falls into the bottom of the water, enjoying its own brilliance, and forgetting to sing in the world.

It wasn't until the sun stopped lingering on the horizon, but sprinkled warm sun to every corner it could touch, that the whale whined reluctantly and swam away to an unknown place.

Whenever night comes, the sky is full of stars, and when the other half of the starlight is scattered on the sea, this whale will also swim here, repeating the same thing as at sunrise.

This whale has been like that from the moment I got here.

Thanks to this whale, I was able to know how many days and nights I stayed in this quiet seabed.

Counting today, it has been the thousandth and 170th day.

I don't know if there is any error in this. After all, the sun is not so bright, such as cloudy, rainy, or snowy days.

After all, there are times when this whale cannot reach here, such as tsunamis, such as submarine landslides.

I don't know why I have to deliberately remember the time when I came here, and I don't understand why every time I want to recall something, I suddenly breathe, and then I am submerged in the sea water, suffocating, and my heart seems to be clenched , a splitting headache.

Whenever I want to die like this and call back my memory, the merman who has been sitting in the distance, far away but seems to be close at hand, will always swim to comfort me.

Every time I see her face, I feel as if I'm grabbing a life-saving straw. I don't know if my heart is still alive, and I am forced to give up all the memories.

It is obviously a face that is not very colorful, but the moment I saw it, I felt extremely warm, better than thousands of colors.

I heard that sharks can eat people.

It is said that sharks will weave dreams to confuse their prey, trap them forever, and die slowly.

I heard that a merman will transform into the person you most want to see in a desperate situation...

In the end... Who did you listen to?
"Minghao..."

"Minghao, where are you, please, don't play hide and seek with me, tell me..."

"Minghao, come back soon, okay..."

who is it?

who are you? !

A hot stream suddenly surged in the eye sockets, which was the first time I felt the temperature since I came here for so many days.

The breath he just had was instantly blocked by the salty sea water, his heart beat violently again, as if it was about to burst through his throat, and the clear stabbing pain in his head became stronger each time.

I want to remember, I want to know who I am, I want to know who the person I care about is.

"Little fish..."

(End of this chapter)