In those years of beating the enemy to work

The world in the distance is gray and white.A man in a suit with a briefcase between his hands flashed into sight step by step.The sound of the car sounded like a bell ringing on a distant mountain, the sound was long and distant.

Then, the world became clear, it was no longer the [-]-inch screen on the TV, it framed her whole body.

"Hey! Dad! Let's eat winter melon ribs tonight!"

"Xiao Ming, you must watch the traffic lights when crossing the road."

Mu Ning, 15, was walking on the sidewalk with his schoolbag on his back.All kinds of people passed her by.At this time, she not only had to carry heavy homework home after school every day, but was also responsible for picking up her younger brother from school.

"Lu Yuan, did you perform well in class today?"

"Dad! I got No.1 again!"

"Damn it! I must study hard next time!"

But today, the parents around the school gate all picked up their children, but she didn't see her brother for a long time.

She looked up at the electronic gate at the school gate, registered with the gate guard, and walked into the campus to look for her brother.

Then, in the men's room on the second floor, she saw several people pressing her brother to the ground and repairing him severely.

Seeing the ridiculous appearance of the little chubby lying on the ground bleeding from the nose, Mu Ning calmly took off his schoolbag, grabbed the strap and swung it up fiercely.

"what!!"

"Ah!! Who are you!!"

"Your mother." She said coldly.

Next is the time for unilateral beatings...

"Remember. Next time someone bullies you, either contact me or call back."

On the way home, she wiped his brother's nosebleed while educating him.

"Um... sister, thank you."

"Zi..."

Like an old TV malfunctioning, one second he was educating his younger brother, and the next second he appeared on the bank of a certain river.

The man on the stairs was wearing a monk's robe, one second he was reminiscing about the past with himself, and the next moment he said it with a smile.

"Hana Yu."

"&#$*..."

Brown tree vines rose from the ground, entangled and turned into sharp weapons that pierced through the back of the heart, and a large piece of beautiful tumi bloomed on the chest.

"Uh……?"

She looked at him in disbelief, swallowed the blood gushing out of her throat, and asked with difficulty.

"Jay...why...?"

But Xia Youjie just looked at her with a smile and didn't speak.

One, two, three...

The tumi flowers are still in bloom, and the petals are soaked with bright red blood drops.The breeze swept across the grass, took away the petals, took away her vitality, and went away with the fragrance of blood.

"despair……"

They float away along the river.

Xia Youjie, who was standing at the end of the stairs, looked at the woman whose chin was stained red with blood and had lost her breath, put her hands into her wide sleeves, smiled indifferently, turned and left.

"Without this woman getting in the way, Gojo Satoru will definitely be sealed and imprisoned as planned."

A man covered in sutures looked at the dead woman regretfully, followed Xia Youjie's footsteps, and walked side by side with him.

"It's a pity, I still want to change it."

Next comes the funeral.

It must be a funeral.

Mu Ning lay in a narrow space, unable to move, speak, or open his eyes.

Then someone's tears fell on his face, his warm breath brushed his face, and a warm kiss fell on his lips.

She read despair from that kiss; she read attachment; she read deep reluctance; she also read monstrous hatred.

"Muning..."

Gojo Satoru's call was next to his ear.

"Muning..."

Then her hand was gently held up, and the ring that was warmed by body temperature was put on her ring finger.

"Muning..."

His calling faded away in her ears.

"Muning..."

slowly away...

Thinking becomes sluggish and chaotic, like a radio with poor reception, buzzing for a while, and finally falling silent.

This time, a new life starts from the garbage dump.

The 7-year-old chewed the bread in his mouth, mixed it with spoiled mineral water, and fed it to the swaddled child little by little.

In order to survive, Mu Ning tried hard to swallow the hard-earned food, and when she was half full, she raised her little hand to cover the boy's mouth, signaling him to eat too.

"Well, Kuni is so good." The boy swallowed the food, showing a pretty face.

In the following time, she worked hard to learn to speak and to walk.

"Get... get..."

Then, the first sentence she learned was naturally taught by the boy: brother.

"Kuni, you're so good."

Although life is difficult, the boy always smiles patiently and tolerantly when facing Mu Ning.

Slowly, as they grew up, they often leaned together to read newly picked up books and learn to read and write.When they are not hungry, they will also chase and fight among the garbage mountains.

Until one day when the fight for food failed, the boy pushed Mu Ning away with deep bone wounds, and said flatly: He doesn't want her anymore.

Then go alone to find your own burial ground.

Mu Ning, who was left behind, followed him, even if the boy stabbed her with words expressionlessly, he still chose to follow.

"up to you."

In the end, as if he gave up, he said these words lightly, and walked away pressing the wound.He walked for a long time until he lost his strength and climbed into a tattered cardboard box with difficulty.

This is the burial place the boy chose for himself.

Mu Ning looked at the boy and turned to leave. He didn't see the boy's eyes chasing her back until the girl was far away and he couldn't see him. Then he smiled relievedly and made mouth shapes.

Goodbye.

My Kuni.

Then in the evening, the crows gathered around the box as they waited for the boy to breathe his last.At this moment, Mu Ning returned to the boy's side with a bruised face.She sprayed anti-bleeding and anti-inflammatory medicine on his wound, held up the broken hand that had been digging up the garbage for a day, and sewed up the boy's wound bit by bit crookedly.

"Kuni..."

The boy opened his dark eyes and looked at the gray sky above his head.

"Well, I'm here."

"Kuni..."

"I'm here."

"Kuni..."

The 14-year-old Mu Ning left Meteor Street with Kuroro.Although the memory of the previous life is like quicksand that cannot be grasped by the fingertips, it is scattered into the ocean called forgetting.However, the memory of the animation "Hunter x Hunter" still occasionally pops up some fragmentary memories along with the world he has traveled and the people he has met.

Then she thought of Alluka.She wanted to leave the brigade and try her luck beating up the enemy.

But she has lived with Kuroro for so many years, and the other party has already noticed her difference, her precocious wisdom, her different way of dealing with people, and her occasional... nostalgia for home.

But Kuroro didn't show it. He just came back against the moonlight the night before Mu Ning left the brigade, and when he invited her to study together, he used the mind skill he had just stolen.

That should be an immature Psychic Technique, the function is to clear a person's memory.He was impatient, and on the premise that there was no good substitute, he still chose to steal it back and use it.

But because of his immature ability, Mu Ning still didn't forget it quickly even if the other party finished using the mind skill.

She pretended to forget, and escaped while the other party was relaxing.She avoided the brigade's bounty and pursuit, and then her memory was gradually eroded by the mind technique.

In this life, in the previous life, what you want to remember, what you don’t want to remember... It’s like a ignited white paper, at first it’s just tiny sparks, it slowly spreads on the paper, then, the memory is swallowed up bit by bit, and finally Even ashes are consumed by darkness.

"Well……"

My mind was dizzy, and when I opened my eyes again, the brand new Mu Ning looked at a strange shop in a strange city, with confusion and panic intertwined in his heart.

The coffee is rich and tangy, and the surroundings are damp and old. In her eyes, this is a bright and brand-new world.

"call……"

She on the bed let out a long breath and opened her dark eyes.

"I seem to..." Had a long dream?

Pressing her head, she closed her eyes and thought about it, but she couldn't remember again.

The bed beneath him was soft and warm, and the ceiling was dim above his head.The lights in the room were not turned on, and the only source of light was the dark blue that diffused in from the window.

Mu Ning turned to look at the window and found that the airship was still sailing in the night sky.Clouds gather in the sky, and on a starless and moonless night, the neon lights are connected together, depicting the entire city in color.

"Crash..."

There was the sound of water in the bathroom, as if someone was taking a shower.When she turned her head to look, the sound of water stopped, the slide door was pulled open, and the man walked out wiping his hair.

"Ah, you're awake."

He walked to the bed with bare feet, stretched out his index finger and lifted her chin, his deep cat eyes were full of exploration and examination.

He asked in a relaxed tone: "What do you still remember in Mu Ning's mind?"

The question left her at a loss.

remember what?You mean, have I forgotten something?

The image of the man pressing his own head and piercing the chanting needle flashed across his mind, and a creepy emotion flashed in his heart, which was suppressed by her.

after waking up...

You will be a new you.

Yi Ermi's words were like a curse on Sleeping Beauty's spinning wheel, echoing infinitely in her mind.

after waking up...

You will be a new you.

She complied with the other party's wishes and acted even more at a loss.

"Very well, you are already a brand new you."

Mu Ning's blank attitude without answering made Yi Ermi draw back his hand in satisfaction.He stepped on the fragments of clothes on the floor and stopped in front of the closet. Then, he put on a blue satin pajamas and put another purple top on the bed.

"Just wear this for now."

Just an empty pajamas, no underwear, no pants.

It seems that I can only stay in this house.

Sitting on the bed, Mu Ning looked at the pajamas on the quilt, grabbed it into her hands, felt the soft texture with her fingertips, and asked tentatively.

"who I am?"

Yi Ermi's movement of wiping her hair paused, then he lowered his head and stared at her with dark eyes.

"Yeah. I didn't expect it to be cleaned up to this extent... Well, forget it. That's fine. I'll train you myself in the future."

He patted Mu Ning's head in satisfaction, and then happily ruffled her hair.

"Your name is Mu Ning."

He laughed twice, with the end of his voice rising.

"It's my well-behaved and lovely lover."