love marks

Chapter 84, it's okay to uncover the scars.

Fast forward half a year, and our internship is about to end, and I haven't been home for half a year, and the "cold war" with my mother is still going on.Although Fu Yu persuaded me, his original intention of not wanting to separate from me prevailed, and he was also in conflict.

The "love agreement" was also left there for half a year, and it was never mentioned again. Fu Yu said that he didn't want to bind love with a treaty.

This day, I was scrolling through the space, and suddenly found that Fu Yu had put a manga on the top of the space, so I clicked in curiously.

It turned out to be the simple cartoon she saw a few years ago, and suddenly thought of her incredible questions before, so she read it one by one, and at the end I fell into deep thought.

The name of the manga is "Memory Fragments". The male protagonist is an erotic person. He lives with his doctor friend. His doctor friend is a male protagonist who imitates the dead body of his original male protagonist. The male protagonist transplanted his own memory of the male protagonist’s body, but everyone’s impression of someone is different, and one-sided does not mean the whole, so the male protagonist is incomplete, so he collected them from people from all walks of life. The memory impression of the original owner was to perfect his own appearance, for himself and for the doctor. Later, he realized that the original owner was a young gangster, and the doctor and him were lovers and members of gangs, because the original owner was severely injured. The doctor rescued him but became a useless person. He gradually lost motivation in life and wanted to die. The doctor had a quirk of making specimens of things he liked. The original owner asked him to make specimens of himself, but the doctor refused, but in the end The wrong doctor also understood that such a life was really tormenting for the original owner, and finally did not save him when the original owner begged for death for the last time, but killed him and made him into a specimen. The thought of the original owner, researched the human technology to create the male protagonist...

In the end, the male protagonist completed his revenge and embarked on the road of "escape" with the doctor.

Keep the one you love by your side in another way... Is it really the one you keep, or is it a substitute to soothe your wounded heart?

In this way, there is a reasonable explanation for Fu Yu's seemingly inexplicable question at the beginning.

But what does Fu Yu mean now?

After taking a bath, I was lying on the bed listening to music and reading a book. Fu Yu suddenly took off my earphones and said, "I'll show you a dance video, I think it's pretty good."

There was a video of a group of young people dancing in a dance studio on the tablet. I nodded after watching it, "It's pretty good."

"It means that we both have the same vision." She was very relieved, and after a while said, "Songzi, why don't you seem very happy, are you not going well at work today?"

"No."

"Then why do I see you are depressed?"

"You think too much," I continued to read.

She was skeptical, lay down next to me, and said, "Are you going to the school's prom?"

"I'll go if you go." I replied casually.

"That's good." She was a little happy. "The dance is about dancing. As a famous person on campus, the last dance must be amazing, so as to achieve a perfect ending. Now you can think about what dance to do when the time comes."

"There are still two months, don't worry." I am not worried.

"It's getting late. We have to go to work during the day, so we have time at night. The time flies by quickly," she said.

"Then what kind of dance do you want to dance, is it still ancient style." I asked casually.

She was a little hesitant, "The graduation prom is very lively and full of enthusiasm. Classical dancing doesn't fit the painting style."

"Enthusiasm..." I thought of something, "Then let's dance pas de deux."

"Pas de deux?" She was a little surprised, "The two of us?"

"Otherwise who should I dance with, my brother or your brother?" I joked.

She is arrogant, "The pas de deux is best performed by couples, as there is a tacit understanding."

"Then you choose to dance." I said.

"But I don't have a good foundation, so I'm afraid I won't be able to dance well." She was still a little worried.

"It's okay, there's me, I'll help you get round." I'm not worried.

"Well, when the time comes, I find a difficult dance and you have to teach me." She was confident.

"Row."

I thought of that comic again, watched her play games with the tablet, paused and said, "What about the agreement?"

"Why?" she replied casually.

"Bring it to me and have a look."

"What's so interesting, it's been half a year, why do you suddenly remember it?"

"Bring it."

She rubbed her hands, got up from the bed, and found the piece of paper from the TV cabinet.

I took it, read it again, and took a pen from the nightstand drawer to sign.

"Hey, what are you doing?" She was taken aback and held me down.

"Sign it."

"Why sign it? It's useless."

"It's useless to us, but it's still useful to your uncle and aunt." I was about to sign, and looked up at her, "Do you have any objections?"

"...No, no," she hesitated a little, "Have you really thought it through? After you sign it, you have to follow the agreement."

"I know, it's been so long, this is just a piece of paper to me, I'll sign it if you don't mind." I immediately signed my name and handed it to her, "You should sign it too. "

She looked at the agreement, something flickered in her eyes, "This is not just a piece of paper to me..."

"You can use it to restrain me," I understood, "if you feel it necessary."

She was a little astonished, and suddenly rushed over, and said with a moved face, "Songzi, you are so kind, I really like you more and more!"

"Sweet talk." I laughed.

"Then why don't you just eat this set?" She was confident, softly kissing me lightly on my face.

"Are you lighting a fire?" I said "dangerously".

"Want to try, just come." She was really straightforward.

I pursed my lips, deliberately wiped my saliva on her face, and replied in a low voice, "I can't bear it."

"You're down there." She said again.

I will not speak.

Seeing that I didn't respond, she didn't speak anymore, just sighed lightly, and continued to play her game.

To be honest, I was also very depressed, not because I didn't want to, but when I thought about that kind of thing... I was in a cold sweat.

Another two months passed, and the last month of the internship was also the month of graduation. The social groups became active, mostly for the prom, and most of them took this opportunity to connect with each other.

Originally, I didn't join the group, but in order to make it easier for the instructor to know immediately when they sent a message in the group, Fu Yu added it for me, and of course she was also in the group.

I was reading an e-book that night, and the people in the group were chatting casually, when suddenly a person asked, "Is Tang Song here?"

I was startled, and replied, "Yes."

"I'm Luan Mu." He said.

"What's the matter."

"Private chat."

We switched to private chat.

"Are you going to the prom?"

"join."

"It's just right. I'll go find you when the time comes. I have something to tell you."

"What can't be said now." I don't plan to meet him alone.

"I'm afraid it's not clear on the Internet."

"The meeting may not be able to explain clearly." I replied.

"It's time to graduate,"

"So?"

"Haven't you remembered who I am?" he asked.

I thought for a while and replied, "I know, your grandfather sells candied haws...Old Luan."

"How much do you remember about that childhood?"

Something about my childhood... I remember my brother said that I forgot some things, but I can't tell what, and what he was referring to.

"I don't know what you mean."

"How did we meet?" he replied.

I thought about it, but I didn't remember it at all, "I don't remember."

After a while he said, "I'll take you to a place when the time comes, maybe you'll remember it when you get there."

I have a faint feeling in my heart, as if there is something waiting for me to uncover.

But what exactly is he thinking, what happened in the past, he must think about it if necessary.

"Even if I really forget something, it doesn't matter, and it doesn't affect my current life."

"Is it really not affected?" He didn't seem to think so, "Some things may be forgotten, but the impact left behind will not be forgotten. Since the impact is like a shadow, instead of being affected for no reason, it is better to find the source of fear. Find a starting point, or you will reconsider whether to continue to be shrouded in shadows."

From the code compiled by this system, I seemed to feel his seriousness. Although I was puzzled, I couldn't help asking, "What do you mean by that?"

"I'm sorry." He suddenly apologized.

"I'm sorry for what you said." I was actually a little uneasy.

"If you remember what I did to you, you won't hate me, will you?"

There was an inexplicable cold current coming from behind me, and I said blankly, "Then it's best not to think about it."

"But I was uneasy," he said. "Although I didn't understand it when I was young, every time I think about it now, I feel guilty." He said, adding an embarrassing expression.

"Looking at what you mean, it seems that you have really done something extraordinary to me." I started to feel cold.

"It's serious if you say it's serious, and it's not serious if you say it's not serious." He was ambiguous.

"I won't talk nonsense with you anymore." I was unhappy.

"Well, I'll report to you first, and even if you really think of something, please don't hit too hard and don't slap your face." Is he being vaccinated?

"Since this is the case, why do you have to remind me of it?"

"I just want peace of mind. If I didn't meet you or it was like this, but I didn't expect to meet you again in college, this is another chance God gave me to apologize."

"It's an apology for you, but you never thought that it might be another scar for me?"

"Or... the scars will be healed quickly."

I'm a little clueless.

"Niuer." Someone suddenly hugged me from behind. I was startled, and I unobtrusively locked my phone, and said in the same tone, "What's wrong."

"Play a game for you." He took the tablet, and the game interface was displayed on it, "It's for practicing the reaction speed of fingers and brain, do you want to try it?"

"what game?"

"Cytus."

I understood, "I've played it."

"How about it, is it a challenge?" He couldn't hide his excitement.

"The challenge is over. I downloaded it on my phone before, but I stopped playing it later."

"You play for me, I'll take a look." He said.

"It's been a long time since I played, and my hands are raw." I thought I didn't know if he wanted to see me embarrassing, I didn't know this little thought.

"It's okay, let me play again and see, I haven't passed yet."

Seeing his anticipation, I couldn't bear to refuse, took over the computer and clicked start.

The music started, my fingers started to move, and as the music picked up, my fingers got faster and faster.

Because my attention is all on the screen, my eyes have to pay attention to several lines at the same time, and my fingers have to keep up, so I have no time to take care of the side, until the music stops after a few minutes, and my fingers stop dancing.

His exclamation suddenly sounded in his ears: "Woc girl! Why are you so good! This hand speed is too fast, it's just, woc...I'm convinced."

"What's the matter, how many times have I practiced my hands, the last mobile phone almost broke." I didn't take it seriously, "And I only played it after watching my brother play it."

"Girl, tell me what else you can't handle? You can dance well, play games well, ski and skate, you can study well, and you can do close combat and boxing... What else can you do? Will do?"

"I don't know much," I thought for a while, "I don't want to be worse than my brother, so I have to learn what he knows, and if he doesn't, I will try to get in touch."

He was surprised, "Why are you working so hard like a girl? How can you embarrass me like a man... And I heard from Fu Yu that your brother seems to want you to be a cute and soft girl, but your painting style... A little bit worse."

"It's his sister whether I'm cute or not." I didn't care.

"That's true~" He pressed on my back, rubbed the tip of his nose against the back of my neck, and said in a deep tone, "Songzi, you are really hard to make people jiayu, you have successfully aroused my desire to conquer. "

I didn't speak.

"These days you seem to be lacking in interest, do you have something on your mind?"

"I'm just tired."

"You have something on your mind," he repeated.

"I'm sleepy," I turned to look at him, "go to sleep."

He looked at me for a while, agreed, "Sleep." At the same time, he gave me a small peck on the lips.

This is not perfunctory and changing the subject. For some reason, I feel really tired at this moment, and the skin all over my body feels relieved.

It's better to have a good sleep and talk about it when you wake up.