For the rest of his life

In the days surrounded by mud and water, I smelled a maverick taste.

She still couldn't quite understand the meaning of these things, as if she was resisting something, as if she was seeking something, and she didn't understand until later.She whispered slowly in her dreams, and built an empty city in her dreams, she stood in the mud and in the puddles, she was filthy to death, smiling happily, someone shouted on every inch of land in the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas with a smile, go to hell work, go fuck man!

Then he hugged her tightly with a smile, and walked all the way from the rough gravel road to the desert, from the city street to the country dirt road.She has seen too many landscapes, but they seem to be hazy silhouettes, and she can't see anything. She looks at the hourglass through her fingers and calculates the time bit by bit, and revenges carefully. Women are always delayed by time. .

With cold sweat on her forehead, she opened her eyes, and a large piece of solid darkness was pressing in front of her eyes, as if she hadn't opened her eyes, and the reality was dark, as if she hadn't woken up. finger.

This is where?She was exhausted as if she was exhausted, and she didn't want to get up at all, and the strength returned to her body little by little, her eyes were sore and painful, as if she had cried under the quilt last night.

She got up, feeling a little uncomfortable. The quilt was pushed to her waist, and it felt soft and fragrant. He inadvertently touched something on the side of his trousers, and was taken aback.

There was a person sleeping next to her, serene and mysteriously attractive, under a quilt, but neatly dressed as if the two of them were just playing poker with a lamp under the quilt, and the same thing in their minds. There may be some settings and scenes that are quite different from what I thought, but it doesn't feel bad, my chest is heavy, and there is a sense of satisfaction that has been filled.

Carefully moved her legs, the sky was still gloomy, she looked at this blurred figure, as if she had eaten a delicious meal, there was a sweet breath and aroma between her lips and teeth, she licked her lower lip unsatisfied, but suddenly blushed , this action suddenly has a breath of temptation, I don't know why I did it like this, it seems to have some other connection.

Her eyes gradually got used to the weak light, and there was a faint light from the top of the curtains. She looked back at the figure again, only to realize that there was long hair hanging down behind the figure. She silently compared it with her own. It's the same length, draped loosely there.

It was only then that she could clearly see that she was a woman with a slender back and a graceful waist.

A woman sleeps with her.

But she didn't know who it was.

Is—is it a friend?She was quite puzzled, but felt that all the answers were meaningless, so she stopped drawing conclusions. She took a glance, but saw something stuck on the lamp on the bedside table. She tore it off, and it was a post-it note with a few vaguely written words on it. There are two rows of characters, the characters are unrestrained and unrestrained, not very neat, but the structure is still beautiful when you look closely.

In the light from the curtains, he carefully identified what was written on this piece of paper like a blind man, but he couldn't see anything clearly, and his eyes became more and more sore from staring, so he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, careful not to disturb the The woman sleeps closer to the window, the curtains are opened a small gap, and she can't bear the sudden bright light for a while with her eyes closed. She leans closer to the light and carefully examines what is written on this piece of paper.

Another woman in the room is called Lu Qiong.She is your lover.

You lose your memory, you lose your memory every day, you have to remember her.

Xu Chenmu was surprised by the slanted and uphill characters lined up in lines. Are these the words left by himself?She firmly believed that this was her own handwriting, the inexplicable familiar feeling, the contented mind, this was her lover.It's called Lu Qiong.

Wait... Her lover is a woman?

She was stunned by this information for a while, and she didn't know why. The love in the world must be an ethical relationship between a man and a woman automatically hidden in her memory. She was stunned by this preconceived notion. Looking at the real picture again, she felt as if time and space were intertwined, but she still calmly accepted this fact, as if this kind of decision was also a concept hidden in instinct, and now this concept and traditional concepts began to play games.

They play games on their own, as if it suddenly occurred to their minds that a certain uncle must like to eat eight-treasure rice at night, then go out to smoke a cigarette and then play chess. A cat is on top of the wall. For example, an old couple who is still loving and enviable always go to the park together at night and get lost together, and the grandson runs out to find them back home.

She expressed that she was very confused by the phenomenon of "losing memory", but in conjunction with this, once she remembered that she was a member of the bloody army of amnesia, what flashed through her mind was not the vulgar routine or the car accident. The ghostly ghosts, male number one or male number two, or mother was there calling out his name in distraught.

Wait, what's your name then?

Wait a second—there are two women in this room, who is the post-it for?

Wait, that woman, tentatively named Lu Qiong, won't lose her memory too, right?

So oh, it was a coincidence that it hit her head, the chance that the sky dropped a big weight just happened to see the post-it note written by her former self, so she decided to remember this sentence and repost it later, or copy it again Zhang, for tomorrow's self.

As soon as he turned his head, his mind went blank, all his thoughts sank into the sand in an instant and were absorbed, his memory dried up, and the sunlight came warmly from behind and shone on the woman's face.

The light, like an angel descending into the world, suddenly slows down and the time stretches itself, like a choir singing in unison not far away, the sun hits the quilt, half sunlight and half shadow, the woman is dark on one side One side is bright, and the bright side face presents a warm tone, every inch of skin is smooth and fair, reflecting the brilliance of the sun, and the curtains sway from time to time, so the dividing line between light and dark is slowly cruising, the dark side The face is mysterious and lonely, the neck is like white jade, the dividing line flashes across the throat, Lu Qiong's fingers are pale, and slowly tap on the forehead.

"morning."

She must not know how exaggerated words she used to describe her.

Xu Chenmu thought to himself, because of that "morning", her heart beat very fast as if she was being favored, she thought why she was so superficial and always stared at other people's faces, pulled the curtains and closed them again, Everything sank into the shadows again, she blushed: "Lu Qiong."

"The curtains are drawn," the other said. "You got up early."

While lifting the quilt and getting down, he searched for slippers on the ground and stepped in. His steps were a bit slow, but his back was straight. Because of sleepiness, there was room between his lips, and he pursed them slightly, as if some secret was buried. It drooped, and the eyelashes trembled accordingly. She could see it so clearly, because Lu Qiong came over and stood in front of her who was stunned, with her arms crossing her shoulders. With a bang, the curtains opened and the daylight was bright.

She didn't do anything like a goose, and she didn't know what to do. She folded her hands in front of her chest, as if she was bound by someone, and she dared to take Lu Qiong's arms away from her. Open, the right hand is still tightly holding the post-it note.

"Do you remember me?" Lu Qiong went to the side to fix the curtains, her hands were sharp, and she just asked casually, she didn't expect much, and she saw the post-it note in her hand, yesterday Xu Chenmu wrote a post-it note, thinking he remembered everything. If Xu Chenmu had an ordinary personality, if he really wanted to remember himself, how could he go to the window quietly——

It must be because I was afraid that the whole world would not know the same thing, jumped up and shouted a few times to say that I remembered, and then fired a few salutes to celebrate.

"Here." Xu Chen flattened the post-it note and handed it over, "I'm sorry."

"I want to throw you out." Lu Qiong thought of the promise that Xu Chenmu had been making for the past few days that would never be fulfilled, so she got up in a good mood and made a joke. Once she remembered what happened today, she felt her head swell. Not wanting to do anything, full of sleepiness and lethargy, and fear—

"Ah... because I didn't remember your name?" Xu Chenmu seemed to remember a little bit, and immediately thought of it, then swore and swore he raised his right hand, patted near his temple, and started again Raising your hand, "I must remember your name tomorrow, if I can't remember you will throw me out tomorrow."

You said this for four days.Lu Qiong couldn't help but want to laugh, but at this moment her optimistic thoughts were too easy to be stifled, she couldn't think of anything ridiculous, she just felt that it was hopeless for Xu Chenmu to remember everything, she was overwhelmed by her own pessimism, did she remember better , it's better not to remember, always whatever it is, life is too long.

"Okay." Lu Qiong pretended to agree to her, and also knew that as long as Xu Chenmu lost his memory one day and lost the ability to protect himself, he would pretend to abandon her the next day, but he would still accompany her. Losing patience day by day.

It's just that now it seems that she will no longer lose her patience. Seeing Xu Chenmu jumping away day by day, she began to realize that Xu Chenmu is such a transparent person. She used to think that she could see her clearly from the inside out. By digging out the hidden things bit by bit, I saw an even more different Xu Chenmu from the side.

It's just that she thinks that one day she will be entangled repeatedly by the virus of depression, and Xu Chenmu will be tortured and misunderstood one day, and her life will be worse.

"There's another post-it note." Xu Chenmu called out in a low voice, picked it up, read silently for a few seconds, and then closed it.