Yuanshen everyone has become my figure

Zhong Li saw Chu Luye's thoughts.

He sighed helplessly: "It's not intentional not to tell you, it's just that this matter is also involved with many other things, and I can't explain it directly to you."

The emotion in Chu Luye's eyes that was about to gushe out became a little calmer.

But he still stared at Zhongli with his eyes wide open, waiting for his further explanation.

At this moment, Xiangling brought up the dishes ordered by the two of them.

Zhongli then stopped what he had just started, and turned to look at Xiangling who came forward with the dishes.

"Stir-fried pork slices, Jueyun crispy rice, and a piece of Qingce farm food. You two take a look, are the dishes ready?"

The girl in yellow with dark blue and short hair put the dishes on the table, her movements were crisp and neat, and her tone was brisk and lively. It looked like she often did these things.

"One serving is not bad, thank you."

Zhongli smiled and nodded to Xiangling.

"That's good, Mr. Zhongli enjoyed his meal!"

Xiangling got the answer, so she nodded briskly, turned and left.

Before leaving, she glanced back at Chu Luye on the other side of the table, her eyes seemed to be filled with curiosity and some inexplicable doubts.

Zhong Li picked up the chopsticks, but he was not in a hurry to pick up the food, but said:

"As you can see, Xiangling here has no memory of you, which is the result of the last wave."

Zhongli explained in his mouth, seeing that Chu Luye was still staring at him without moving his chopsticks, he had to interrupt the half-spoken speech again, and said a little teasingly:

"Let's eat something first. This story is quite long. If you don't add some food while listening to it, you may be hungry later."

After finishing speaking, he sighed with some regret: "This table of dishes is specially ordered for you. Wanmintang's spicy dishes are a must. If you miss this time, it will be difficult to try again."

Chu Luye was still holding his breath, but after hearing this, he could no longer move his chopsticks.

...After all, it was Mr. Zhongli's wish.

Chu Luye persuaded himself in his heart, trying to suppress the urge to ask questions and get answers, picked up a chopsticks of vegetables, and stuffed them into his mouth.

Before eating, Chu Luye actually had an estimate of the taste of this dish.

After all, when Xiangling was cooking at home, Chu Luye was also the one who ate the most spicy dishes from her, and they were also cooked by Xiangling, so the taste would not be too bad.

However, after this chopstick dish entered his mouth, the taste that spread to his brain was far beyond Chu Luye's original imagination.

To sum it up, it's too spicy!

Chu Luye suddenly covered his mouth, grabbed the teacup beside him, and poured all the tea into his mouth.

At this time, he didn't care about the tea that he had just dipped in to write. After all, when people are extremely hot, they don't have the heart to worry about these trivial matters.

However, when Chu Luye drank the tea in the teacup in one gulp, he still felt like a drop in the bucket, and his mouth was still full of burning sensation.

He averted his eyes, stopped looking at the brightly red dishes, trying to use this method to make himself ignore the spicy taste in his mouth.

He never expected that the Jueyun Jiaojiao in Liyuegang would have such a spiciness, which shows how merciful Xiangling is to him when he is usually at home.

Zhong Li couldn't help but smile when he saw Chu Luye's face was flushed by the heat, and he pretended not to care and looked away, but breathed in softly.

He waved to Xiangling who was still busy serving dishes:

"Is there a drink like milk?"

Xiangling turned her head and saw Chu Luye was so hot that she breathed in, she immediately showed a clear smile:

"Yes! We always have these in our store, Mr. Zhongli, please wait a moment."

She finished serving the dishes as she spoke, turned around and took the tray into the back kitchen.

After a while, Xiangling returned to the table with a large bottle of chilled milk and put the milk on the table.

The crisp sound of ice cubes colliding caught Chu Luye's attention.

He couldn't help turning his head, looking at the bottle of milk with white cold air and beads of water on it.

——For a person who is so hot that he can't wait to stick out his tongue, it couldn't be more attractive.

"If these are not enough, you can ask me for more."

With a smile on his face, Xiangling instructed in a brisk tone:

"However, don't drink too much iced drinks, otherwise, you may have a stomachache later - a customer had such a thing before, and the medicine prescribed by Bubulu was so bitter that we vomited bitterly Woolen cloth."

When Chu Luye heard this, he immediately tore off his eyes that were firmly glued to the milk, turned his head, and pretended that he didn't care at all.

Not that he was worried that he would have a stomachache from drinking too much ice milk and make jokes about it—he wasn't a kid anymore.

Just out of some inexplicable psychology, Chu Luye didn't really want to show his embarrassed side in front of Zhongli.

...Although Mr. Zhongli has seen a lot of his embarrassing appearances, and this kind of mentality itself is quite naive.

Chu Luye complained about himself in his heart, but this did not prevent him from looking at the sky, the ground, and his fingers, but he did not look at the bottle of milk.

Xiangling left quickly after putting down the bottle of milk.

And Zhongli saw that Chu Luye had a very obvious and suspicious movement to divert attention, couldn't help but curled up his mouth and smiled, stretched out his hand and pushed the ice milk in front of Chu Luye:

"Don't hold back if you think it's spicy. There's still a table of dishes here. How can you finish them without a drink?"

Chu Luye turned back, looked at Zhongli who was full of smiles, and felt the familiar feeling that his own thoughts had been read through - Mingming Zhongli didn't put his hand on his forehead, nor was he listening to him. voice of the heart.

He picked up the milk, closed his eyes and took a big gulp for himself, thinking to himself with some broken pots:

Forget it, anyway, no matter how you cover it up, Mr. Zhongli will know what he is thinking. Mr. Zhongli has seen so many embarrassing things, and it won't matter if there is one more thing.

After a sip of iced milk, the spiciness was indeed relieved a lot—at least psychologically.

It seems that Xiangling and the others are indeed very experienced in solving the problem of guests being hot.

Chu Luye put down the milk bottle, and because of his bold action, a circle of milk beard was smeared on his mouth as expected.

Zhong Li, who was watching across the table, smiled and handed out a handkerchief.

"Wipe it."

Chu Luye was slightly taken aback, and took the dark handkerchief with overlock embroidery, which fit Zhongli's own style very well.

He hesitated for a moment, wiped off the milk stain on his lips, looked at the handkerchief with a dark stain, couldn't help but put the handkerchief into his arms with a guilty conscience.

He opened his mouth: "..."

No sound came out, but Zhong Li understood Chu Luye's meaning.

"You don't have to return it to me, the tide will dissolve all of this."

He shook his head and said such a sentence with a smile.

Chu Luye suddenly felt that the anger that had just subsided surged up again.

Holding his breath, he decided to turn his anger into an appetite. He ate cold milk at a table of spicy dishes at first.

Zhong Li looked at Chu Luye's apparent awkwardness again, shook his head helplessly, but continued to explain:

"Perhaps you will wonder why your memory didn't survive."

The movement of Chulu Yekuangchi obviously slowed down.

He began to glance at Zhongli from the corner of his eye from time to time, showing a look of being attracted to Zhongli, but unwilling to show it.

Seeing this, the smile in Zhongli's eyes became obvious again.

"The reason is mine. I entrusted my memory to you, thus avoiding the cleansing of the wave. But when I asked for the memory back later, you chose to give me your own memory as well."

"?!"

Chu Luye showed a shocked expression.

He stopped the chopsticks in his hand, and was the first to not understand—if he chose to hand over the memory to Mr. Zhongli, then the reason must be attributed to himself?How can it be said that "the reason lies in Mr. Zhongli"?

Zhong Li lowered his eyes slightly, but instead of directly answering Chu Luye's question, he asked another question:

"If it's you, do you think it's a kind of wear and tear to be washed away with everyone's memory, but happy and peaceful, living as before? Or keep all the memories, but not understood by others, and remember alone Does everything count as wear and tear?"

Chuluye was stunned.

After thinking about it, he stretched out a finger and made a "1".

"Do you think the former is considered wear and tear?"

Zhongli asked.

Chu Luye nodded, and quickly shook his head again.

"Do you think the former is wear and tear, and the latter is also wear and tear?"

Zhongli guessed:

"Well, if it's you..."

Chuluye firmly held out two fingers.

"You will choose the latter."

Zhong Li rolled his eyes and smiled softly.

Chu Luye nodded vigorously, his eyes fixed on Zhongli.

He wanted to say that since he knew that it was hard for one person to bear the memory, he should quickly return his memory and let the two of them bear it together.

"I'll give you back your memory."

Zhongli promised that he saw that Chu Luye wanted to retrieve his memory, but he couldn't accurately guess Chu Luye's inner thoughts.

So Zhongli pondered for a while, and asked another question that he thought was necessary.

"Have you thought about why you used to choose to give up your memory?"

Chu Luye was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

It's not that he hasn't thought about it, but memory-related events have always been so contradictory.

People without memory will desperately search for what happened in that blank memory, while people with memory may wish to throw away that memory all their lives, so that those things never happened.

——What's more, this memory is the kind that only you know about in the whole world.

"So……"

However, Zhong Li's words were interrupted by Chu Luye's hand stretched out in front of his eyes before Zhong Li's words came out.

At this time, Chu Luye didn't care about whether he would offend Zhongli by doing so.

Unable to speak, he waved his hands vigorously, shook his head frantically, and expressed his eyes, almost every cell in his body expressed resistance.

Zhong Li was stunned for a moment, then laughed helplessly:

"Well, since this was originally your memory."

Under the slanting light of the setting sun, Zhongli stood up from his seat, with a gentle smile in his golden eyes:

"Are you full, how about going for a walk with me?"

Chu Luye hesitated to speak, but for some reason, he felt a little parting atmosphere from it.

But he finally stood up and walked around Liyue Harbor at dusk with Zhong Li.

Zhong Li took Chu Luye to visit the market vendors at the port, and listened to a scene by Mr. Yun Jin, but was finally caught by the storyteller upstairs at a critical point in the story, "If you want to know what happened next, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down." ".

Ever since, when he walked out of the teahouse, Chu Luye was still a little bit aggrieved, being enticed by the storyteller, his mind was full of the next plot.

"arrive."

Zhong Li led Chu Luye and stopped in front of the fence near the sea in Liyue Port.

Chu Luye, who was still immersed in the story, was still a little unresponsive.

When he was about to hit the clock and the distance from his back was about to stop, he raised his head, only to find that the sea had been illuminated golden by the setting sun, and the sun behind Liyue Harbor was about to set.

Opposite to the sun that is about to set, there is a wave of neon colors that has rushed to the mountain not far away and is about to drown.

Zhong Li looked at the waves coming towards this side at a terrifying speed, and lowered his head to look at Chu Luye who was standing beside him.

He smiled softly: "Come on, I will return the memory to you, and send you back before the wave arrives."

Chu Luye raised his head and looked at Zhongli, not knowing how Zhongli would let the memory pass between the two of them.

Zhong Li bent slightly and approached Chu Luye, and quickly told him with his actions how he passed the memory between the two of them.

He dropped a kiss on Chu Luye's forehead like a dragonfly touching the water - separated by a distance that was almost nothing.

Chu Luye opened his eyes wide unprepared, watched Zhong Li retreat a distance, and then smiled in front of his eyes:

"Bring this memory to 'my future self' for me, and he'll understand."

Unbeknownst to Chu Luye, the location of a light kiss was printed on his forehead, and a flashing and disappearing rock pattern appeared, representing the memory entrusted to him by Zhongli.

He was still in shock at what had just happened.

So before his consciousness fell into darkness again, the last picture that Chu Luye, who was gently pushed away by Zhong Li, saw was——

Zhongli, who was close at hand, fell into the psychedelic colors brought by the waves at this moment, as if a creature in the water was observing the dancing floating lights on the water surface, looking up slightly at the colorful waves that submerged him in it.

drowned in the waves.