The new transfer student is strong enough to burst

At lunch time, Huai Zixing and Xing Siyuan came to An Xue's side together. The school cafeteria hadn't been repaired yet, so they could only bring bento from home.

"Huadu!" Huai Zixing saw Huadu passing by and waved at him, "How often have you come to school lately?"

Xing Siyuan: "The big star doesn't need to catch up with the announcement?"

Huadu found a seat beside them and sat down: "The college entrance examination is coming soon, I don't plan to work."

Xing Siyuan and Huai Zixing talked a lot, they could chat all over the place after a meal, An Xue and Hua both listened quietly to their chat.

Huai Zixing suddenly mentioned that the Shuangcheng would hold a piano competition next month.

As soon as Xing Siyuan heard the word "piano", Xing Siyuan immediately thought of himself: "Piano competition? Then we must let..."

There was a sudden pause in his voice.

A name seems to be on the lips, but still can't say it.

Huai Zixing was puzzled: "Who? From our school? Is there anyone in No. [-] Middle School who can play the piano well?"

Xing Siyuan was also at a loss: "It doesn't seem to be there, is it? Maybe I remembered it wrong?"

The two of them didn't think much of it after they finished talking, and continued to talk about other topics after taking a bite of the meal.

Huadu on the side suddenly said, "I feel very strange recently."

"Huh?" An Xue plugged in half of the earphones.

Huadu: "I feel... I seem to have forgotten something, but this makes me feel very relaxed."

He looked out of the window, and the newly planted plum blossoms bloomed, embellished in the cold wind, with a touch of fragrance.

"I haven't felt this relaxed in a long time."

"That's good." An Xue said.

Under the adjustment of the world order, the urban reconstruction work is carried out very smoothly, and the society is gradually returning to operation.

On the day when the reconstruction was completed, the Special Administration Bureau was completely disbanded, and the abilities of everyone, including the Celestial Masters, were withdrawn. No one noticed the excessive rebuild speed.

Everyone seemed to have entered a small cocoon and was released again, letting go of all unexplainable ailments, and rushing to the next life.

An Xue's life is also going on.

The study pressure in the third year of senior high school is very high. Every day is spent in various exams, and even the holidays are compressed to a minimum.

Every weekend, An Xue and Xilou would come out to study together.

Cheng Leshan and Kong Xiangdi would occasionally get together with them.

Life is calm and busy, without any waves, it seems that there is no change from before, but it seems that a lot of things are missing.

what exactly is it?An Xue didn't know.

It's just that, in many cases, An Xue would subconsciously make actions that she couldn't understand.

For example, I will habitually reach out my hand before going out every day, as if waiting for someone to appear;

For example, when you hear a good song, you will take off one earphone and want to put it in someone's ear;

For example, when encountering an interesting question, she would take a photo and send it to someone, but when she clicked on the friends list, An Xue was confused again.

For another example, when passing by a certain piano store and seeing the piano displayed in the exhibition hall, An Xue would think of the piano competition he had seen. He stared at the performers on the stage for a long time, and there seemed to be countless emotions in his heart.

what is that?

Who is it?

Everything seems to be covered with a layer of shadows, and the feeling of emptiness, loneliness, and pain surges in my heart all the time.

He seems to have lost something.

An Xue was not the only one who felt this way.

On a certain weekend, An Xue, Xilou, Cheng Leshan, and Kong Xiangdi were on their way to the library together. An eight or nine-year-old child was running extremely fast. He accidentally sprained his left foot and was almost in front of them. fell down.

Xilou quickly supported him.

The foot hurt so much, the child gasped, tears rolled in his eyes.

After a while, another little boy who looked about the same age ran over, helped him up, turned his head and smiled softly at Xilou, and said, "Thank you."

He took the little boy away: "You ran too fast and almost fell."

The little boy was very irritable: "I didn't fall!"

"You fell, you twisted your foot, you almost cried."

"No no!!"

Seeing their gradually disappearing figures, Xilou was taken aback.

He seems to have lost his way in the misty black mist. He wanted to find someone, but he couldn't find anything. He also seemed to have such a child by his side, comforting him and accompanying him.

They are best friends for life.

but……

He couldn't find it.

Xilou's eyes were red, and he looked blankly at the three people beside him: "I seem to have forgotten something..."

Cheng Leshan, who was originally worried about Xilou's abnormal state, changed his expression when he heard this: "Isn't it, you also feel the same way?"

Kong Xiangdi: "I also always feel that I have forgotten something, ah, this is not a supernatural event of group amnesia?"

Now that you have this feeling, you must be able to find the reason.

The boys put down their studies immediately, and went to An Xue's residence nearby, sat around the coffee table, and went through the things that happened in their memory together.

People don't remember everything, some small details are forgotten, but some things that can be remembered have happened, interspersed in the lives they have experienced.

The four of them wrote down the things they remembered from childhood to adulthood on paper. On the surface, there was no problem, but after An Xue read them one by one, she was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked, "How did we know each other?"

"We..." Kong Xiangdi opened his mouth, "Yes, how did we know each other!"

Cheng Leshan: "I can't remember at all."

Xilou also shook her head: "I don't know. Not only can't I remember how I met An Xue, but I also can't remember how I met you."

Kong Xiangdi: "Me too...so how did we get together???"

An Xue frowned and pondered: "So, our memory has been tampered with, some things have been erased, and these erased things are likely to be the opportunity for us to get to know each other?"

But what is it?

How would they find out?

If only we could know...

An Xue lowered her head.

If he can know, can the part of his heart that collapsed be filled again?

Cheng Leshan and Kong Xiangdi opened their minds and listed all the possibilities. A piece of paper was full of writing, but none of them was reliable.

An Xue was tired from thinking, so she got up to water the flowers.

He didn't know when he developed the habit, maybe the day he saw the straw daisy.

The bouquet of flowers seemed to remind him of something.

Sitting at the coffee table for too long, Cheng Leshan's thighs were numb, and he stood up and wanted to kick his legs. One of them lost his footing and hit the shelf behind him. The books and other things did not fall, but a box fell down. The loaded photos were scattered all over the floor.

"I'm sorry An Xue! My feet are numb! I knocked your box off!"

Box?

Where did you get the box?

An Xue walked over, and before she could ask, Cheng Leshan had already bent over and picked up all the photos on the ground. The photos were taken of the scenery of different places, including snow-capped mountains, pine forests, and An Xue alone in front of these scenery Photos left.

Kong Xiangdi helped to pick it up together, and sighed: "Wow, have you been to so many places?! They are all student dogs. Why do I only have to study and take exams in my life?"

Cheng Leshan: "Did you go alone? Would you be bored alone?"

Xilou picked up a photo and was silent for a moment: "I went there alone? These photos, no matter how you look at them, should be group photos, right?"

With An Xue's consent, several people put the photo papers on the coffee table one by one.

There is only An Xue in the photo, but his position is often to the left or to the right.

Cheng Leshan: "If it's a single-person photo, I usually choose the middle angle, right? Occasionally one or two photos are left or right, and maybe the hand shakes. Every photo is biased? Is this a coincidence?"

Xilou took out two more photos: "These two photos are obviously leaning on a person."

Kong Xiangdi: "Damn it, if that's the case, it's terrible. The traces of a person have been erased? An Xue, can you remember who it was that went together?"

"No." An Xue frowned, "There are more terrifying things."

"What?" Several people looked at An Xue.

An Xue: "I have no memory of going to these places."

Kong Xiangdi, Cheng Leshan, Xilou: "..."

Groove.

A supernatural event? !

Discussions again stalled.

An Xue looked away from the photo, and turned to the diary that was packed together in the box.

He doesn't have the habit of writing a diary, and he doesn't know how to write a diary, let alone the memory of this diary.

However, on the cover of the diary, it is indeed his handwriting.

The only breakthrough seems to be the diary.

"For the diary, let An Xue read it alone first, let's go out and buy some drinks?" Xi Lou suggested.

"Okay, we'll be back later."

The three went out together.

An Xue was left alone in the living room again. He took a deep breath and opened the diary.

On the first page, An Xue was stunned.

The diary is also in his handwriting. The content is very concise, almost only one or two sentences, but he has recorded many things in detail. The time span is very long, starting from the first day he came to Shuangcheng. rise.

Just judging from the paper quality and ink marks in the diary, it seems that it was written at one time at the same time.

xx month xx.

I met * by chance. He was chased and jumped from a tree.

That was the first time we met.

xx month xx.

I went to watch the piano competition, and the rumored president of the student council turned out to be *.

xx month xx.

The first time I saw the ghost king *, I don't know how to recall the feeling at that time. At that time, I thought he was really appetizing.

Maybe it's because we're all crazy?

xx month xx.

* is the Bathers of Blood.

For the first time, I felt pleasure beyond pain.

so comfy.

An Xue flipped through the pages.

All the content in the diary is related to *.

who is this?

They've been through so much together, why doesn't he remember him?

He seems to have been completely erased from this world, with no photos, no memories, and even his name has become a "*" that can refer to everything.

xx month xx.

I seem to be in love with *.

I don't know how to describe the thought, I'm so... jealous.

I see another person in his memory.

At that time, I thought, fortunately * amnesia, fortunately * can not find that person.

Otherwise we might not have met.

I know I shouldn't feel this way, but I'm having a hard time.

xx month xx.

I promised to help * find the person in his memory.

I was probably insane who proposed this quid pro quo.

……

xx month xx.

I went back in time.

I met*.

I figured everything out.

I saved him, I met him, he fell in love with me, he came looking for me, and I gave him the nameplate.

I really... like*.

xx month xx.

I have always dreamed of a figure.

Ten years ago, when I was dying, that person put something into my body.

He saved me and I survived.

Until today, I didn't know that that person was *.

Time and space are really amazing things. The two of us met because of time and space, and were entangled because of time and space.

I am very happy.

…………

There are many, many more, what An Xue remembers, what she doesn't remember, what happened, or what didn't happen, are all engraved in the diary, and are imprinted on the paper with concise words and unclear emotions. above.

But, he forgot, he forgot everything.

"*", this person, and everything he has experienced with him, have all been erased from this world.

The light breeze can still shake the green leaves, and all the past with "*" may have caused waves, but now it can't make any more ripples.

When Xilou, Kong Xiangdi and Cheng Leshan came back, what they saw was An Xue who had collapsed.

They saw him frantically looking for traces of "*" and turning the house into a mess. They really wanted to hold An Xue and comfort him, but they couldn't do anything.

The memories that have been dug up will not come back, and the people whose traces have been erased will not reappear.

They are also people caught in the same whirlpool.

The search for lost memories ended up falling apart.

Not everyone noticed something was wrong, and they didn't need to disturb other people's normal life because of their sensitivity.

After that day, An Xue locked herself in the residence for three full days.

No one knew what he was thinking. In short, after three days, An Xue returned to her normal life.

Days still have to go on.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter. On the day when the heat comes, the college entrance examination is over.

Also on the same day, An Xue received a call from the hospital.

Qian Lin woke up.

An Xue rushed to the imperial capital.

Qian Lin's health is fine, but he has lost a lot of memory, but this has nothing to do with him, because he still remembers An Xue and his most important family members.

On that day, Qian Lin asked An Xue: "What are the arrangements for the summer vacation of the third year of high school?"

"I want to travel." An Xue replied.

A week later, he embarked on a journey.

The summer vacation of the third year of high school is hot and long.

He walked around alone, never staying in the same place.

He went to every place mentioned in the diary, to every scene recorded in the photographic paper.

Every piece of land, every piece of slate, may be the road he once walked with "***".

He came to a snow mountain.

Snow mountains in summer are different from snow mountains in winter.

The snow has melted, revealing the lush greenery all over the mountains and plains.

He stands on the edge of a cliff.

He couldn't remember what happened here, but he must have been here.

Because there is a photo, which is the scene here.

It's just... the photo was taken, it seems to be in the cliff?

An Xue didn't know how she and * got down, maybe there was a stone step to go down?

With this guess in her mind, An Xue took two steps forward, wanting to take a look.

As soon as his body leaned forward, his right hand was suddenly pulled.

A clear voice came from behind: "Don't be overthinking, my friend, if you really jump from here, there won't even be anyone to collect your body!"

An Xue: "?"

The man mistakenly thought he was going to jump off a cliff.

"No, I didn't..." An Xue turned her head, wanting to explain, but the moment the person holding him met their eyes, both of them were startled.

The shattered light overflowed from their touching palms, and those vanished fragments also flooded up in their minds. It was only for a moment, but An Xue seemed to have experienced her previous life again.

Happy, frustrated, painful, jealous, disappeared traces, erased memories, forgotten people... everything seemed to be frozen, and he stared blankly at the person in front of him.

The eye sockets are hot and humid.

"I've been here before, but I don't remember it." An Xue said, "I lost a memory, I lost a person."

That person seemed to be in the same state as An Xue. He looked at An Xue as if he was staring at his distant and illusory past.

"But now... I remember." An Xue's voice was trembling, and he tentatively and cautiously called that person's name, "Ran Yuchi...do you still remember me..."

An Xue didn't wait for an answer, what he waited for was a hug. On the edge of the cliff, on the snow mountain, he was hugged tightly in the once familiar embrace.

The breath rubbed against the cheeks and neck, and the collapsed, cold heart was instantly filled with warmth from the package.

He heard the long-awaited voice again.

Every time he wakes up in a dream, the voice is blocked behind the thick fog by memory.

"install……"

An Xue had a dream when she was unconscious.

After waking up from the dream, he forgot the content of the dream, but at the moment when he recovered his memory, the dream also returned to his memory.

He came to a strange and warm room, and with the floating fluorescent fragments, he touched the gift box on the table.

The light slowly unfolded in front of his eyes.

He saw a figure in the light that looked like a child.

The child rushed towards An Xue, hugged him, and said softly, "Thank you."

At that time, An Xue suspected that there was a problem with his eyesight, because he couldn't see the child's face clearly. No matter how he looked at it, the child's facial features were just white blobs of light in his eyes.

"Don't look, I just appear in your familiar appearance and communicate with you using the language system you are familiar with. I am not a human being, I am the 'eye'."

"I have survived in your body for ten years, everything is over, and I have to go."

"Before parting, there is something I want to tell you."

"The world order starts to operate, and the traces of the ghost world will be completely erased from the human world, but you don't have to worry, I know what you're thinking, he won't disappear."

The "eye" floated in a circle in mid-air: "Your bond is too deep, and you have been entangled with each other from the beginning to the end."

"I will protect you from any accident, but without him, I can't live in your body, so he must stay."

"In order to express my gratitude, I will now give you two choices."

"First, let him continue to stay with you. Second, I will send him back to the past. He will become an ordinary person, born and grown like an ordinary human."

An Xue hardly hesitated: "Choose the second one."

"Eyes" was very surprised: "Why?"

"I have participated in Ran Yuchi's past, so I know that he is not happy."

"Whether he became a bloodbather or became a ghost later, his life has never been decided by him."

An Xue said, "If there is a chance to do it all over again, that is the life he really wants to choose."

"Go back to the past, maybe you will miss the encounter!" "Eyes" reminded.

"No." An Xue said, "We will definitely meet again, as you said, we have been entangled with each other from the beginning to the end."

"I see."

"Eyes" smiled softly, his body scattered into crystal fragments, and the white glow faded from his eyes.

"Remember to keep a diary." He said to An Xue, "The images may disappear, but the words never will."

An Xue woke up.

He opened his eyes.

In midsummer, the wet cicadas chirped in.

The person beside him moved, and put an arm around An Xue's waist.

"This weekend, sleep with me again." Ran Yuchi's voice was hoarse from sleep.

"Okay." An Xue said softly, "I love you very much today too."

Ran Yuchi's eyelashes trembled, and he hugged An Xue into his arms, his gentle voice filled his ears.

"Me too," he said. "I love you, Ann."

——End of the text.

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