Welcome to the world of strange dreams

A tear fell on the child's forehead.

His eyes were so gentle, as if all his love was devoted to the child.

Meanwhile, the scene in the border changed.

It seems to be the real world, various life scenes of Shen and his son.

Because the change was so fast, it felt strange and bizarre, as if time had passed by in a flash.

Fu Minghui saw the child in Uncle Shen's arms, Shen Miao, pull away and merge into various scenes and situations, growing up quickly but slowly.

In the heavy rain, the father tilted the umbrella towards his son, and half of his body got wet.

No matter how busy he is at work, even if he is insulted by his boss, he will rush to school as soon as possible to pick up his son from school and prepare meals with a smile.

When there was a small traffic accident, the father hugged his son tightly, preferring that he would break his head and bleed, but he still comforted and coaxed him gently.

When he got sick, his father was completely sleepless and stayed in front of the hospital bed without eating or drinking.

After going to a good university, my father happily cooked a good meal to celebrate, but in the middle of the night he got drunk and burst into tears.

My child, it’s like a little eagle that has grown wings and is finally about to fly away.

The son is happy, riding on his father's shoulders.

The son was tired and lay in his father's arms.

Father's love is like a mountain, nothing more than that.

"Miaomiao, when daddy gets old one day, I need you to hold daddy away." At dusk, on an abandoned railway track, young Shen Miao was jumping around. Uncle Shen was afraid that he would fall, so he kept holding on tightly. Holding that little hand.

Laughter.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

"Dad carries me on his back." Shen Miao raised her little hands and jumped up and down, "When dad gets old, I will carry him on his back."

I'm sorry, Dad, I can't keep my promise.

When you get old, you still have to walk alone and I can’t hold your hand.

sorry Sorry sorry.

Please forgive me, I didn't mean it.

Forget me, okay? If you forget me, you won't be heartbroken.

There is still a long way to go, so when you are really old, you will have the strength to walk on your own.

Suddenly, adult Shen Miao's voice sounded.

His figure also appeared, just outside those scenes.

It was as if he was looking through a transparent window at the past and everything he had ever been happy about.

But no matter how much I love and how reluctant I am to let go, I still can’t continue.

The scene that Uncle Shen recalled ended, and the border returned to chaos. Those moments also became blank, and Shen Miao from each summer was missing, as if a hole had been dug out of the photo.

So at this moment, the father and son were face to face, but Uncle Shen didn't recognize the person in front of him.

"Did you take away your father's memory?" Luo Zhao asked.

Because he didn't take down the object that could make him invisible, the sound seemed to echo in the mid-air at the border, giving him an inexplicable feeling of God.

Shen Miao raised her head and looked around, and indeed there was a look of awe on her face.

"Remember me, he will be so heartbroken that he will not be able to live. I don't want to, I don't want him to be sad." Shen Miao said painfully, "I would rather he forget."

Fu Minghui thought of the memory fragments presented by Uncle Shen in the boundary. Shen Miao existed in the beginning, but when he flashed back to the past, Shen Miao in the image seemed to have been dug up, torn to pieces, and no longer complete.

Then Uncle Shen's expression became more and more empty, as if a part of his life had disappeared.

"So, when your father still has your shadow in his heart and subconsciously goes to school to look for traces of your existence, you are afraid that your father will think of you again, so you also attack the classmates who are familiar with you, trying to poach them Memories, right?"

"I...I can't help it! I don't want to hurt them, so I shouldn't, right? It's just a headache. I really won't hurt them." Shen Miao defended hurriedly.

He really thought Luo Zhao's voice was the voice of God, and suddenly fell to his knees, "God, please help me and make my dad forget me completely. If I have done something wrong before, I admit the punishment and I am willing to accept the punishment." , I just ask you to help him! Help him!"

Luo Zhao raised his hand.

Fu Minghui felt like there were headphones hanging on his ears, and then he heard Luo Zhao's voice coming directly, "Don't expose it, let him have someone to rely on, and he will feel calm and be comforted."

When people are in despair, they really need faith.

In fact, ghosts are the same.

Luo Zhao said and showed her another instrument in his hand, which looked like a gas leak detector.

But there is a screen on it, and there are curved fluctuations on the screen.

"It can show the increase or decrease in energy. If there is a sudden change, it means that the mood is out of control."

Now the curve is slowly declining, which shows that Shen Miao is not so excited.

Fu Minghui couldn't help but glance at Luo Zhao.

No wonder he is a scientific person who puts instruments first, unlike her, an idealist who relies on feelings.

But does it matter what school of thought? As long as the ultimate goal is to help people.

She followed Luo Zhao's example and spoke through her earphones.

In this way, it seems that the voices can only be heard by each other.

"He can't make decisions for Uncle Shen, even in the name of 'for his own good'." She said to Luo Zhao, "Parents have done a lot of things that hurt their children in the name of your good. Children are to their parents, Isn't it the same? Uncle Shen can decide whether he chooses to forget him or not."

Luo Zhao was silent and relayed these words.

The reason why Fu Minghui didn't say it himself was because Luo Zhao's voice was unique and gave people a sense of trust.

She can't...

Luo Zhao said this in his own context, and Shen Miao was stunned when he heard it.

Luo Zhao added, "Not only happiness is good, sometimes humans also need to carry sadness to survive."

This sentence is so philosophical. In fact, Luo Zhao is very good at comforting others.

"You also have to tell him that what he forcibly took away the memories of his classmates will definitely hurt others. He can't hurt others just because he wants to protect his father."

Others are also treasures that their families want to protect and love deeply.

She'd been through head trauma and knew what it felt like to have something forcefully ripped out of your head.

Moreover, she is not Shen Miao's real classmate and has no actual memory.

Imagine how painful the process must be for those who really remember him deeply?

By doing something that goes against the laws of nature, it's a miracle that it didn't cause any serious harm before. There is no guarantee that next time when Shen Miao's power is more negative and the situation becomes more intense, he will not hurt or even kill people.

Souls are just different life forms from humans. It's just that they don't have the confinement, restraint and protection of the physical body, so they are more likely to lose their nature and become bad.

"Did it hurt at that time?" Luo Zhao suddenly asked.

Fu Minghui nodded, and Luo Zhao patted her head habitually.

Habit? Why is he used to this?

But why do you feel that Fu Minghui is slightly stiff?

He didn't know that what Fu Minghui was thinking was: since he's not interested in her, why not kill her all the time. He looks like that and is always protective. It's hard not to have thoughts about him, okay?

She finally managed to straighten her mind, but he always tempted her to think wrongly, intentionally or unintentionally...

To be honest, when I wrote that Shen Miao apologized to her father and said that she could not take him away, I cried again...

I get involved too easily.