For the rest of his life

Memory is always chaotic and empty, it is unpredictable, there is no trace in the blink of an eye, she tries to capture it, but she can't touch it, it is a psychedelic memory and a decadent dream, the shadow of the enemy lying in front of her eyes It became clearer and clearer, but behind the shadows was the sun.

In the dream, it seemed as if a Qiong Yao drama was being played. She rode a horse and tightened the reins on the edge of the cliff in time. Looking back at the abyss in front of him, thousands of troops and horses surrounded him, densely packed with no place to break through.

The horseshoe kept kicking on the ground, and the stones on the left and right were crushed by the iron hoof. For some reason, she gazed at the opposite bank with extremely tragic eyes. The other bank was inexplicably towering snow-capped mountains, the top of which was covered with snow like a crown. Glory looked down at herself, she took a few steps back, and urged the horse to jump off.

Feeling weightless after falling, she sat up from the bed with a groan, pulled up the quilt, and opened her eyes to see the golden room in front of her. It was morning, and the curtains had not been opened yet, revealing the golden warmth coming through , making the room lose its original cold and lonely color, she was startled, is she at home?

Subconsciously looked to the side, there was no one there, but there was still a pillow tilted on one side, which proved that someone had been lying on one side, frowning, and before he could make a sound, the door was suddenly knocked open Now, a woman is standing at the door, wearing a navy blue very loose pullover, black leggings, and pulling on slippers, she tilted her body and looked at her: "What's wrong?"

"...I dreamed that I fell..." She answered subconsciously, but suddenly cold sweat came out of her back, as if it was a creepy feeling, but it was not like that, she just felt a little guilty, for some reason, she remembered I don't know who this woman is, and there is no trace to find it, but I hugged her deep in my heart, just knowing that she is so close, as if a newborn baby thinks that he and his mother are one, similar to instinct, but not.

The remnants of memory flashed in her mind, giving the extremely fragile darkness a nice color. She smiled slightly and threw the quilt aside. See: "Good morning."

"Do you remember?" Lu Qiong asked her with a half-smile, standing leaning against the door, she was just rushing to finish the draft, and when the editor urged her, she would cry aloud. Xu Chenmu led him to go to various corners without doing business, was disturbed by various things, and even delayed his rewriting of Internet articles like nostalgia, and occasionally got up in the middle of the night, but only occasionally, after the lawsuit with Xiong Mingyue was over, The release of the new book is imminent, and the last part of the manuscript has not yet been settled.Hearing a panicked cry from across the room, she hurried over.

The man looked dazed again, but he was better than the previous few days. What does Xu Chenmu look like today?Today has not yet started, she is excitedly looking forward to seeing what Xu Chenmu looks like today, the good Xu Chenmu, the bad Xu Chenmu, the clingy one, the melancholy one, the positive one, the jumpy one It doesn't matter if the one who wakes up wants to go to heaven, it's Xu Chenmu.Nothing has changed.

"What did I forget?" Xu Chenmu asked her back, "Ah, I'm sorry I forgot you—"

"..."

"What else did I forget...?" Xu Chenmu seemed to accept the fact very calmly. She sat up straight, lowered her head to find slippers, and they didn't fit well when she stepped on them. Thinking about it, he folded the quilt, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her embarrassingly, "What else have I forgotten?"

"I don't know, I don't know what you remember."

The door was closed, and Lu Qiong's face was gone, as if the space was suddenly cut off, and he fell into the desert-like loneliness in an instant.She was so busy that she wanted to get out, but she didn't put on her shoes, and fell to the ground with a bang. When her whole body was hurting, the pain in her knees got worse—why did she use it to get worse...?Some weird and incorrect usages, but she thought it was appropriate, got up, pulled up her shoes and opened the door, and chased after the woman, as if she was going to lose it, stumbled out, and the woman on the opposite side went out again. gone.

"..." A monster?Why can't anyone be found in an instant... She wanted to call that woman, as if she had a name in her chest, but at this moment, she couldn't yell out, couldn't yell out a word, so she called out blindly. Then, there was a pot of spider plants by a small corner, and she stood beside the spider plants as if they had taken root and sprouted and were abandoned. With her hands bound, she thought of her unkempt appearance, and then ran to wash her face and brush her teeth, and touched the green mouthwash accurately. He held the cup in his hand, like a habit, and he didn't pay attention to it. He looked at himself in the mirror for a while, and found that his eyes were bright, like the eyes of a tricky woman. Fang lowered his head to wash his face again, and went out with his face so wet, his hair was much wet and stuck to his temples.

"Xu Chenmu——" Someone called her with a raised voice, but there was no sign of worry. It was just a soft voice, with no power at all. She sounded like spring water. I don't know why I used such a nasty metaphor, She blushed slightly, not knowing why she was blushing, and responded, only then did she realize——

She remembered her name.

Well!

But there seems to be something else on the carrier of the name that has been sealed up and not remembered—as if it should be remembered but cannot be remembered, as if the words on the stone tablet have been worn away to the point where the original outline is lost, and there is a short moment after the answer. Blank, the woman was holding something wrapped in layers, she couldn't see clearly for a while——

"You look for me." She asked softly, looked at her wet face, sighed slightly, threw the package to her, and went to get a towel. Xu Chenmu looked down at the package, feeling a little scary, not knowing Why did she feel a little scared, until Lu Qiong took a towel and covered her face, wiped her face not so gently, put the towel on the back of her hand and patted, "Look, your Canned herring."

"...???"

Xu Chenmu almost threw the thing on the ground, "Mine? I don't need it!"

She has never eaten it, she has heard of such things before, and she has also heard of the great reputation. I don't know if it is a joke or the truth, but Xu Chenmu always stays away. It is another thing to be bold about life, but It's another thing to waste food to death. If you really bought it yourself, then that day must be a day when you were crazy, and you waved your hands clumsily with the wrapped things, "And what did you say? So fast! Don’t tell me it’s a small workshop in Yiwu that made it secretly, it’s not authentic, don’t open it, don’t eat it, I’ll confess it secretly—”

For some reason, she suddenly remembered the days, coming from Sweden, such a short time is not enough - she felt more and more horrible that the black-hearted manufacturer actually deceived her, tremblingly raised the package in her hand and He was about to throw it out, but he didn't know where to throw it when his arms were rounded. He let out his anger, raised his eyebrows, and sighed: "Hey, am I crazy... Why is it mine? Don't lie to me, in case you want to How about trying to start a live broadcast?"

"Do you know who I am?" Lu Qiong didn't answer directly, but changed the subject, pursing her lips and showing gentle eyebrows. Today's Xu Chenmu seemed to be a little more proactive, but with Xu Chen who awakened his self-awareness Mu is not the same... It's like Xu Chenmu, who can be seen sleeping close at hand every morning when he wakes up, getting up in a panic in front of him, dressing and washing, and then busy with work. No, but she felt like, her eyes drooped, and she didn't remember herself today, she still couldn't throw her away.

Well?Xu Chenmu was stunned for a few seconds by this somewhat domineering rhetorical question, but suddenly remembered that he couldn't remember her, but looking around the whole house, there were only herself and her, and all the relationships in the world were hung on the tree of fate. Connected by various threads, what is the relationship between myself and this elegant and gentle woman in front of me?She held the package and bit her lower lip slightly. She was inaccurate in her guess for a while, but she was also afraid that she would be sad if she guessed wrong.

The intuition is that saying the wrong thing will make people sad. This intuition is so vivid that it seems to be painting a scene in front of my eyes. I suddenly remembered that in the shadow of dusk, accompanied by the breath of the potion, the silhouette of this woman appeared soft on the side of the bed. An indistinct and fuzzy silhouette leaned to one side with eyes slightly closed, and he stared at her for a long time, but he still couldn't remember who it was and what kind of relationship it was with him, just like now.

So she fell silent, she knew that this was a very close and important person, but there are so many close and important people in the world, it was really hard for her to confirm which character could accompany her to the current situation, there was something in her heart A bold idea, but it turned around in her throat and went back. She thought that if it was not the facts and the truth, there would be no need to say it, and there was no need to say guesses, so she smiled shyly: "I'm sorry... I Can not remember."

really.

Lu Qiong seems to be used to this, and she doesn't have too much expectation. She thinks that one day, Xu Chenmu will return to his original appearance. Everything will be reconciled with the previous self and the present self, and Xu Chenmu will come over to her with a playful smile and tell her all the happiness and unhappiness, happiness and unhappiness, and right now is just a node in a long process, Xu Chenmu Twilight was remembering.

"Hmm." She smiled slightly.

"...Don't be angry, I don't know why I can't remember..."

"It's okay." Lu Qiong bent down and took the package from her side and opened it, "My name is Lu Qiong, if you forget me again, I'll throw you out—" She glanced at Xu Chen while tearing off the bubble wrap outside Mu, "You just got up and come to have breakfast."