For the rest of his life

It was five o'clock in the morning when Lu Qiong got up to pack her things. At that time, the sky looked gloomy. Maybe it was going to rain again. The skyline curved across, like a mark like a rainbow, and the clouds were thickly piled up. In the western sky, it is gray and breathless.

On the balcony of the house, there are still a few clothes that Xu Chenmu had washed wrongly yesterday, and the wind blows across them. The spider plant is teetering on the balcony as if it is about to jump and fall freely. The broom wobbled and fell to the ground with a clatter. There were water stains and a few packs of useless plastic film on the ground. Rubber shoes and a torn raincoat were stuffed in the corner. Near the house was an old stool. With a clatter, a woman walked away. When I came to the balcony, I tripped over the stool and fell on the water stain with a slap.

What...what's the situation...?She somehow walked to the balcony...?The knee was swollen a lot. When I lifted up the pajama pants, the bruises looked horrible, and there were spots like plum blossoms on it, which seemed to be heavy. She rubbed her knees and moved her buttocks to lift up the stool , sitting on it lost in thought.

This is where?Why is she here?who is she?

She seemed to have lost all her memory, she felt at a loss when facing fate like analyzing palm prints, she patted herself on the head stupidly, confused, who is she?

She raised her eyes and glanced at the layout on the balcony. It was very simple. She was stunned and always felt familiar, as if she had been here before, but it seemed that there was only a title but no content, and she couldn’t find it in her brain. When I asked for what I wanted, it was empty, as if I hadn't drank water for a few days, my throat was astringent, and my stomach was also empty.

She looked into the room, the light was a cool and mysterious light blue, the curtains were rolled up by the wind, and kept blocking this deserted blue in front of her eyes, she turned her head and looked there, it should be the living room, she Feeling confused, completely confused, something vaguely clamored, but no matter what, I couldn't make out the specific content.

Walking slowly to the living room, there are four fruit bowls on the coffee table. There are no other fruits in the fruit bowls, but pears are piled up there, crooked. She wonders what these four fruit bowls are for, why are they all pears, This seemed unreasonable, but at this moment she didn't understand what the unreasonable thing was, she patted her cheek, there was a closed book on the coffee table, she stretched out her hand to touch it and wanted to open it.

"You're up." A soft female voice sounded. She shivered as if she had been caught as a thief. Wearing thick knee pads, he is pulling off the rubber gloves, with his head down, with a calm expression.

"...Well." She grinned awkwardly, she didn't know this woman, but since this woman appeared here, there must be a reason, they were here together, she didn't remember anything, but I was also afraid that what I said would have unpredictable consequences, like walking on a cliff in the dark.

"You don't remember me again!" It seemed that the tone was still teasing.

Lu Qiong knew that she would calmly accept the fact that Xu Chenmu couldn't remember her coming, she was already used to it, wasn't it?What else do you care about?The fact of the matter is that there is a huge boulder lying across the front, besides accepting this fact and taking a detour, is there any use for Yugong Yishan here?Yesterday, Xu Chenmu swore that he would remember the word "Lu Qiong" today. It was like an oath between mountains and seas. Still can't remember.So she couldn't help but smile, looked at Xu Chenmu's blushing face, lowered her head and put down the gloves, "Every day you wake up, you will forget what happened the day before, which means your memory is only about 24 hours. I don't blame you for anything."

"I'm worse than a fish, how many 24 hours can I have in my life..." Xu Chenmu subconsciously spoke up, and suddenly felt his head hurt, fish?Why do you think of fish?Fish's memory is only seven seconds?Where did this meme come from and why is it stored in her mind, and she can still correspond to it?

"A lifetime is neither long nor short. Life is too difficult." Lu Qiong seemed to sigh, lowered her head and took a bite of a pear, "It's still early, you can go to sleep for a while."

"No, no...then who am I..."

"Guess, you are allowed to find all kinds of clues." Lu Qiong smiled.

"what?"

"You said yesterday that you should remember my name. You can look for clues today." Lu Qiong lowered her head and grabbed the rubber gloves again. She had to clean up and was very tired. Today is the day to meet the lawyer. The mobile phone is not turned on during the day, and when she thinks that there will be many things today that will disturb her rare quiet life that she has won through long and difficult years, she has a headache, as if she is about to have a baby, her hands are covered with cold sweat .

What?She said something like that yesterday?Still looking for clues?She is neither Conan nor Sherlock Holmes!Two fresh nouns popped up in her mind, followed by two inexplicable words, Eileen Chang, Baby Annie, she was confused, it was obviously not related, and this kind of words popped up in her mind vocabulary.

Moreover, a certain part of her brain told her that this had nothing to do with the woman in front of her. This woman was definitely not the person represented by one of the four names.The string of memories made her feel confused, and then the relevant content of these people began to surface.

However, the information of the woman in front of me is still blank, it is hidden in the deepest part of the memory, and the relevant memory can only be touched by digging deeply, as if in the long and dangerous journey of treasure hunting, the boss is always at the end. Appeared, followed by a rich treasure.She thought subconsciously, the woman had disappeared, and there were some trivial noises in the kitchen.

Looking for clues... Looking for clues... She was dazed, and went to the balcony again. The wind outside was extremely noisy, inheriting the wild waves of the night, shaking her body tightly, she felt that she couldn't stand still, her brain But she became sober, she lost part of her memory, and lived in an environment she knew well.

There was a clack.

The pot of Chlorophytum was thrown down by the wind, and there was a faint but clear sound when it fell to the ground. The flower pot was broken into pieces, and Xu Chenmu's hair was covered with hair that was lifted by the wind. At that time, the strange woman had already glanced over her head, pulled her back and closed the door with a snap.

Those clothes dangled tenaciously on the rope like a nail house.Xu Chenmu looked at them a few times, and felt that they looked very familiar, but he really couldn't remember them. Lu Qiong had already lowered his head and grabbed the dustpan and small shovel: "Stay here."

"where are you going?"

"Go down and pack up the flower pots. Those are porcelain pieces. If a passing car or a child comes over, the small pieces will puncture the tire." She had a very indifferent expression, and pulled a hooded coat from the hanger to wrap it around her body. .

"I'll go as well."

"what are you going to do?"

"I... I got it down!" She began to blame herself, just wanted to follow, she was too flustered to be here alone, deserted and didn't know everything here, at least this woman in front of her was alive and well The aggressive person, she felt that this woman must have a very good relationship with her, believable, she subconsciously relied on this woman, although she could not remember.

"Let's go, the yellow one is yours." Lu Qiong didn't look back, "Take the key on the sofa."

"Oh, good!" She did it, and there was no extra shovel, so she followed with the key in her hands.

She was a stranger all the way, she followed behind Lu Qiong, she was a thin woman, the kind who was tired for a long time, with heavy dark circles under her eyes, but her face was very peaceful, she should be a cultural person, her temperament is different from ordinary people.

Thinking of this, she was stunned again, she had never seen anyone else, where did the comparison come from?What the hell is temperament?However, she was sure that she was not mistaken, and hid the fact that she was slowly recovering her memory just now as a secret in her mind.

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