Arad's crooked savior

Yelin and Xiaoyu walked a little further away, leaving space and silence to Wushen.

The chrysanthemums in late autumn are cold yet beautiful. When the flowers are in decline, this is their season.

Wu Shen held the jade pendant of memory with his fingertips, his beautiful face slightly lowered, lost in thought, and showing a certain degree of hesitation.

"Person" is the sum of social relations, and memory is the basis of a "person".

The third attribute besides the body and soul, the concept that gives meaning to people's "existence", can be called memory.

In short, everyone has their own, unique past and related memories, which together constitute the present "self".

The time when Ye Lin gave Wu Shen the ability to "memory" was during the dream battle between gods. After that, Wu Shen had been learning and absorbing knowledge about the divine world, just like an ignorant child learning about the world. Understand society to shape your own cognition and personality.

There is an essential difference between her lost memory and her current learning. The memory will be directly integrated with her soul and emerge in all conscious cognitions, just like snow melting into water, the two are inherently a part.

For example, a child of seven or eight years old, whose memory and thinking is a pond, suddenly possesses all the memories of an adult in his fifties and sixties. A large amount of "past" forms a terrible torrent and rushes towards the pond. , mixed together, and then affected by memory to the main consciousness.

This metaphor may be slightly inaccurate when applied to Wu Shen, because it sounds more like a body snatching, but Wu Shen has always been herself, and her past memories are also her past, so they are only the same in meaning.

"This matter is very contradictory in various senses." Xiaoyu glanced at the thinking Wushen from a distance and said: "The Wushen has always been the Wushen, and her soul has never changed. The difference is that her past memories may will dominate.”

Xiaoyu smiled and gave a more vivid metaphor: "Actually, the famous lady who lost her memory and the kind and sincere little tailor fell in love. Just when the wedding was about to be held, the famous lady suddenly awakened to her lost memory, and then... Tsk tsk, the situation is getting complicated.”

It's a very reasonable metaphor. Ye Lin gave Xiaoyu an appreciative look, then looked at her in hindsight and said dissatisfied:

"Little tailor?"

This doesn't fit who he is.

"Hmm, when writers like Qingyan write fairy tales, they always use little tailor, farmer's son, etc. to express the youth and ordinaryness of the male protagonist, so that he can have the counterattack pleasure of marrying the princess in the end." Xiaoyu smiled and took out a book. This fairy tale book with a bright cover can be read by our four girls after it is translated.

However, those fairy tales written by Qingyan writer are not as interesting as those written by Beqi... That is, in her fairy tales, there is always an evil, terrifying, black dragon as the villain.

The God of Mist is sitting elegantly and quietly on a wooden bench at the edge of the flower garden. He is holding a jade pendant of nine colors on his fingertips. His beautiful long hair is draped on the autumn chrysanthemum flowers behind him. His temperament is elegant and his body is motionless, like a beautiful sculpture of the god's skills.

Finally, Wu Shen's long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, she breathed lightly and made a decision.

Only a quarter of an hour had passed since the memory jade pendant was given to Wushen making his decision. However, Ye Lin keenly noticed that Wushen's expression was obviously dazed when he resumed his movements, as if he had just woken up after being silent for a century.

Wushen nodded towards him, and then slowly placed the memory jade pendant on his forehead and between his eyebrows.

Ye Lin also smiled when he saw this, feeling a little regretful in his heart, but he also felt a lot more relaxed mentally because of this, and said with a smile:

"That's fine. After all, it's all her memory. It's reasonable to recall the past. I just hope that Wu Shen won't scold me for being shameless when she wakes up."

"Really, I really don't care. I can feel that Wu Shen likes you very much now, but that won't necessarily happen after she awakens. You might fall out of love." Xiaoyu had a narrow smile on her lips, then shook her head deliberately, The long hair as black and silky swayed gently, the dragon-haired hairpin inserted between the hair, and the lily-of-the-valley pendant hanging on the hairpin made crisp sounds little by little.

Ye Lin saw the nine-color jade pendant attached to Wushen's forehead, covered by her own bangs. After a few seconds, it suddenly disappeared as if it had vaporized. At the same moment, an invisible and huge memory appeared. The torrent flooded into Wushen's mind.

A strong wind that could blow her hair into a "flag" suddenly rolled up in front of the Misty God. A painful look appeared on her beautiful face, her brows were furrowed, and countless memory fragments of the past flashed through her pure and clear blue eyes. .

She closed her eyes, needing to slowly digest her state.

Ye Lin poked Xiaoyu's smooth forehead with his finger and said with a smile: "Why does it sound like a separation between life and death in your mouth?"

"Wist God's thinking is complete now. Even if she doesn't recognize the relationship I fabricated, I can still cultivate feelings again. I should have a good impression in her heart, right?"

"It's hard to say." Xiaoyu blinked her beautiful eyes and kept telling him the opposite:

"Perhaps Wushen feels that he has been deceived, and then wants nothing to do with you."

"Then I will restart time until Wushen makes the decision not to merge the memories." Ye Lin made a joke, and then deliberately raised Xiaoyu's chin:

"I think this miko lady is also beautiful and fragrant."

Immediately, he took Xiaoyu to a deserted corner. This floating island in the sky is not large. Only a few gardeners come here to check and clean it every day. The gardeners are not here now.

"Xiaoyu, I will prepare seven pieces of bread for you tonight."

After saying that, he held up Xiaoyu's flawless, pure and innocent face, lowered his head and kissed her lips. The dirty girl hummed a light breath, symbolically resisted for a few times, and then opened her neat and white pearly teeth.

After a long time, the two reluctantly withdrew their lips and tongues. Xiaoyu's eyes were filled with autumn water, charming as if she could pull out silk threads, her beautiful cheeks were rosy and fragrant, and she whispered softly:

"If you are not thirsty, I may need to change into a dry underwear."

…………

Ye Lin got out of the skirt of the witch and stood up. Suddenly, a cool breeze swept across his neck. He turned around quickly and saw the fog god standing behind him, and the fog god had returned to his original state.

That is, the image of the fog god as a girl that caused the third dean to collapse, unable to accept, and then hate.

She is now shorter than Xiaoyu, and about ten centimeters taller than Yimiwu. Her dark blue hair is like the essence of the deep sea, and her delicate and delicate features give people a seventeen or eighteen-year-old charm, revealing youth and spirituality.

Uh...

Ye Lin felt guilty and did not try to read anything from the calm eyes of the God of Mist.

I didn't expect the God of Mist to wake up so quickly, and the dirty girl didn't remind herself.

"What were you doing just now?" The God of Mist asked with a slight frown.

Compared with the previous cold and calm state, the God of Mist's tone now has more liveliness and more "human" softness.

"I just... caught crickets for Xiaoyu."

"Where are the crickets?"

"They ran away..."