Touched by a ghost, I choose death

Before returning to the accommodation, Nanaya's cell phone rang, she took out the cell phone, and saw that the caller ID was Akashi.

Compared with text messages or emails, Akashi prefers phone calls, because he can quickly and clearly convey the information he wants to express.

"Sorry, the club activities are just over."

Hearing the other party's slight panting, Qiye suddenly thought that it seemed that she hadn't seen her bamboo horse play basketball for a long time.

"It's okay," Qiye breathed a sigh of relief, "Actually, there is nothing wrong."

"What's the point of that question?"

"No, it was just a whim."

"Although you always like to think too much," Chisi said meaningfully after a pause, "but it's rare to ask me such a strange question suddenly."

"Well... I really can't hide it from you," Qiye sighed, and had to briefly explain the situation, "I met a person with amnesia beside me, and I heard that it was because the family wanted him to forget the past, so it became like this , I personally can’t understand such an approach.”

"Indeed, it's hard to understand from the standpoint of a bystander," Akashi chuckled, "it's just because we are not the parties involved. The pain we understand is only on the surface, and their inner suffering cannot be experienced by outsiders."

"Hearing your remarks, do you think your family's actions are right?" Qiye was a little surprised.

"No. I'm just saying that it's reasonable for his family to do this kind of thing, but they didn't choose the best way," Chi Si paused, "but it's enough to see from this incident that his family is very Paranoid, but love him."

"We can think of what will happen in the future, and he must have thought of it when he made the decision at the beginning, but he still erased his memory without hesitation, just because he didn't want to make him suffer. Or in other words, he thinks the pain of forgetting Smaller, and what's more, he believes that the other party can not lose himself."

After Qiye finished listening, she was a little stunned and couldn't help asking: "If it were you, what would you do?"

"Know everything before laying out the layout. I don't even have the ability to get the best answer based on a brief overview."

"It's because I didn't think carefully. I'm sorry to bother you with such boring questions when I'm so busy."

"No, I'm glad you're willing to tell me this, Qiye."

After hanging up the phone, Qiye let out a breath.

The fog in my heart seems to be slowly dissipating.

It was two days later that I met Uchiha Sasuke again. The two made an appointment at Ichiraku Ramen. After there were not many customers, Nanaya was able to sit next to Sasuke with the permission of the shop owner.

"I kept you waiting." She nodded lightly.

Sasuke Uchiha just nodded without speaking.

Seven nights sighed inwardly.

To be honest, she really didn't know how to get along with the cold and beautiful boy, but Sasuke probably wanted to hear the information she had so far.

So Nanaya no longer kept her secret, and conveyed the truth of what Rin told her to Sasuke intact.

It took a long time after listening to Sasuke to move, and his indifferent expression finally changed.

His pretty brows were frowned, and his obsidian eyes were full of determination: "Anyway, I want to restore my memory."

"Even how unbearable it was in the past?" Qiye asked softly.

Sasuke nodded, closed his eyes, as if he had made up his mind.

Qiye finally sighed, thinking that Uchiha Itachi would go his own way in order to erase Sasuke's memory, but Sasuke wanted to restore his previous memory.The accident of fate is really embarrassing.

The two came to the shrine again, but this time Rin did not issue an order to evict the guests, but leaned in front of the door, as if he had expected their arrival.

"Have you thought it through?" Rin looked at Sasuke with a half-smile, "If you're like this, what Itachi did will fall short."

Sasuke nodded, frowning slightly: "He is him, I am me, I don't want him to decide my fate."

After hearing what Asahi Nanaya said to him, he also hesitated for a few seconds in his heart.Although he didn't remember Uchiha Itachi, what he did seemed to be for his own good, but actually pushed him to the end.

Walking forever in the mist, with nothing behind him and no way to see ahead, this feeling may be more painful to him than remembering the sadness he once had.

Uchiha Itachi loved him in his own way, but Sasuke was unwilling to accept such love. He didn't want to follow the path given to him by the other party, but wanted to overcome obstacles and open up the future by himself.

"Then come with me," Rin said with a smile, "Just wait outside the door for Qiye."

Qiye nodded, watched the two turn around and walked towards the back room, sighed, took out a book from the bag, and leaned against the wall to read.

Insects and birds chirping, gurgling water, reading in nature can indeed make the heart more peaceful, and those words can be better accepted.

After a while, the door of the back room opened, but Rin was the only one who came out.

Seemingly aware of Nanaya's doubts, Rin said softly, "Sasuke is inside."

Nanaya nodded, then tiptoed in and saw Sasuke lying on the bamboo mat.

His eyes were closed and he looked in pain, presumably in the midst of a terrible nightmare.Qiye suddenly noticed that there seemed to be crystal clear teardrops emerging from the corners of his eyes, dripping down his cheeks onto the bamboo mat.

She had known him not long ago, but he always looked cold and sometimes frowned, but he had never looked so fragile.

It seems that the memory of the past is indeed sad.Qiye breathed a sigh of relief, found a random place in the room to sit down, and continued to read.

It wasn't until she was about to finish flipping through the light novel in her hand that there was a sound behind her.Nanaya turned her head and saw Sasuke who was propped up with a confused face.

"This is..." he murmured.

He had just had a wonderful and terrible dream.

In the dream, there was a strict father, a kind mother, and a gentle brother. The family sat around the dinner table in harmony.

"Sasuke, don't be picky about food." His mother put something he didn't like into his bowl.

He looked at the things in the bowl and pouted. Just when he was a little annoyed, a pair of chopsticks appeared in his line of sight, picked up the handful of things he didn't like, and then a tomato appeared in his bowl .

"Eat." The brother beside him smiled softly at him.

Looking at the tomatoes in the bowl, his little heart suddenly felt as sweet as eating honey: "Yeah!"

"As an older brother, you always spoil your younger brother," the mother shook her head helplessly, "Sooner or later, you will hurt Sasuke."

Although the words were full of helplessness, there was a tinge of relief.

"Speaking of which, how is your recent studies?" Father asked lightly.

"This time I'm the first in all subjects." Itachi said respectfully with his head down.

"Very good," the father nodded with satisfaction, "Stopping a grade and still maintaining the first place, he is indeed my son." After speaking, he turned his gaze to Sasuke.

"I... the overall score is also number one." Sasuke said in a low voice.

Although it is true, there is still a certain gap between him and his brother who has always been the first in all subjects after skipping a grade.Although he was the first in the overall score, he still lost to a classmate named Haruno Sakura in the culture department by a few points.

"Really," my father paused, "you should learn more from your brother."

Sasuke nodded, but his heart sank gradually.

After the father got up and went back to the house, the mother on the side looked at the two children and said slowly, "Although your father is strict, it is for your own good. I hope you can understand his painstaking efforts."

Itachi and Sasuke nodded.

Sasuke finished his meal absent-mindedly and went back to the house sleepily.

When he was doing his homework, the door opened slightly, and he turned his head to see his brother walking into his room gently.

"Do you hate people always comparing me with you?" My brother sat on the edge of the bed and stared at him intently.

Sasuke was speechless for a moment.

Should I tell the truth?It is inevitable to be dissatisfied in my heart.He has been a competitive kid since he was a child, and he has always been praised by everyone for his excellent grades, but even so, it seems that he will never reach the height of his brother.

As if understanding what he was thinking, the elder brother smiled, with a bit of tenderness in his usual cold eyes.

"Indeed, my competition with you has been inevitable from the very beginning, and it is only natural for you to have hatred or resentment in your heart."

Sasuke's eyes widened after hearing this, and he quickly shook his head.

Faced with such a situation, it's okay to be unhappy, but he never felt any boredom towards his brother.

Because his brother has always loved him so deeply.

Will accompany him to do homework, and point out his mistakes sternly but patiently.When eating, he will pick out the dishes he doesn't like, and then give him what he likes.I will save my pocket money and buy him favorite gifts...

At that time, it seemed that he would never hate his brother.

But now he started to hate him.

Why insist on erasing his memory?

Uchiha Itachi paranoidly thought he was right, and then made such a painful decision regardless of his thoughts.On the surface, he was afraid that he would be hurt, but this love was too deep for him to bear.

Maybe after recovering his memory, he will still be haunted by nightmares day after day, but at least he knows who he is, and he once had a beautiful family, instead of walking in a blank space like before, and everywhere he went was a blur. nothingness.

"You're awake," Qiye put down the book in his hand, and walked over, "Do you feel better?"

Sasuke closed his eyes and said nothing.

Qiye took him as the default, breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "Since you have already remembered everything, then I also hope that you can help me with one thing."

Sasuke opened his eyes slowly, and what he saw was her serious face: "Say."

"In your memory," Qiye paused, "Who am I?"

Only then did Sasuke carefully look around Nanaya, and as time passed, his brows became more and more wrinkled.

His memory is still in a chaotic state, like the modules in a jigsaw puzzle, scattered in pieces in his mind, not yet assembled into a complete finished product.But the girl in front of him does exist in those memory fragments.