Song Jun opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling.

He had a dream.

He knew he was in a dream.

In the dream, he was in the fog, standing alone, and walking alone.

He walked for a long time, and the fog still had no bounds, and he did not stop because of tiredness or boredom, but he walked blindly and persistently, only because a voice told him to keep walking, it was his voice.

"Where are you going?" there was no response.

For the rest of the night, he walked tirelessly in his dreams, waking up exhausted.

Song Jun's life is regular and rigid, getting up at six o'clock, then stepping on the treadmill for an hour, rinsing and putting on a suit, passing the bustling storefront downstairs, passing through the bustling crowd, and then walking towards the company.

It takes only 10 minutes from this apartment to the office.

And he's been having this dream ever since he moved into this apartment, and it's been going on for a week.

Why did he move here?

He asked himself, and no one answered.

When he woke up one day, he was in this apartment called Frosting Garden, with a piece of paper on the eye-catching coffee table: stay here, stay here for three months, and you will know the answer you want.

The handwriting is very familiar, it is his handwriting.

There was another person in his body.

He always knew.

His memory is missing, and another person in his body knows what he doesn't. In fact, before moving into this apartment, he had never had the idea of searching for his missing memories. That memory did not affect his working life in the slightest.

Even now he has no desire to explore.

"Good. But he heard himself answer.

Then he found the three-month housing contract in the living room and saw the gift box in the corner.

So he began a long dream, and he walked alone in the endless mist.

This dream lasted for a week, and he thought it would continue, but that day he heard a voice.

She asked, "Who are you?"

The sweet and glutinous voice seems to contain honey.

The surrounding fog had not yet lifted, but in front of him stood a young girl, six or seven years old, with baby fat on her cheeks. The little girl wore her hair scattered, her head tilted, and her dark eyes looked at him suspiciously.

For this girl who suddenly appeared, Song Jun vigilantly did not speak.

"You're so tall, I look at your neck so sore~" Seeing that Song Jun didn't answer, she pursed her lips, rubbed her neck, reached out and tugged at his trouser legs, and her voice was soft and coquettish.

Song Jun looked at her for a while, his height was indeed too tall for her.

But she looked at him and stubbornly tilted her head.

After a while, Song Jun lowered his head, and he squatted down, his eyes level with her, so that she would not be so difficult.

"Who are you?" Song Jun asked.

"Big brother, you're good-looking, even better than your father. The little girl reached out and touched Song Jun's face, but Song Jun frowned but did not avoid it, allowing her to touch his face.

There is no imaginary disgust.

In addition to amnesia, Song Jun also has a disease, misogyny, regardless of age, as long as he touches him, he will be disgusted from the bottom of his heart, including his mother.

And this disease is also a sequelae left after his selective amnesia.

Her hands were small, warm and soft to the touch.

Even his heart couldn't help but soften.

He looked at the small lump in front of him, and his cold and hard eyebrows gradually softened.

"And, I asked you first. The little girl first smiled with satisfaction, then wrinkled her nose and looked at Song Jun with an unhappy expression.

She was waiting for him to answer.

"Song Jun, my name is Song Jun. Song Jun pursed his lips.

"My name is—" The little girl's mouth opened and closed, but Song Jun couldn't hear those two words at all.

Seeing that he was still puzzled, the little girl puffed out her cheeks, and became more and more unhappy.

The smoke filled again, the little girl was covered by the smoke, Song Jun reached out to pull, but nothing touched it.

"See you next time, big brother. When his consciousness returned, Song Jun heard this sentence.

It was the first time he had seen someone other than him in a dream.

"Big brother, why are you so tall, is it because you drink a lot of milk?"

He saw the girl again, this time still with her hair scattered, her ends curled, her fleshy face, and a dimple on her cheeks.

She patted his trouser leg.

He crouched down and looked at her and said softly, "I don't know. ”

"Big brother is so stupid!" she frowned and looked at Song Jun with disgust, "Mom said that drinking more milk can make you taller." ”

"Hmm. Song Jun nodded.

"But I don't like milk. Hearing Song Jun's affirmation, the little girl was still unhappy, and her two curved eyebrows wrinkled into caterpillars.

Song Jun looked at her frowning brows and pursed mouth, pointed his finger on her eyebrows, and rubbed it gently, "Then don't drink it." ”

"Then I won't be able to grow taller. The little girl slapped Song Jun's hand away angrily, puffing out her cheeks and becoming more and more unhappy, "I want to grow taller." ”

Song Jun frowned slightly, he liked her to laugh and wanted to see her smile.

A bell comes to mind.

"Ah, it's time, goodbye big brother!" she laughed and waved at Song Jun, her face was deep.

"See you next time. He muttered to himself, and then the fog gathered and he woke up.

He found paper and a pen and sketched the girl of his dreams on paper.

She has long, curly hair, a fleshy little face, she has, what does she have?

Song Jun looked at the painting in his hand.

A little girl with her head sideways jumped on the paper, but she had no face.

He couldn't remember what she looked like.

He put down his pen.

"Who is she?"

He asked softly.

No one answered.

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"Big brother. She came running up and down.

"Hmm. He nodded and crouched down. He noticed that the little girl seemed to have grown a little taller.

"Big brother, why are you always standing here?" she looked sideways at him.

Her eyes were big and round, and she smiled as sly as a cat.

"Big brother, why don't you ignore me. She pouted and nudged Song Jun.

Her mouth was red like a cherry, her nose wrinkled when she was unhappy, she laughed, and the dimples on her cheeks were deep.

"Do you know where this is?" Song Jun's finger poked at the nest.

"Big brother, you're so stupid!" her voice was soft, frowning and looking at Song Jun with disgust, "This is my dream!"

The fog gathered again, and he reached out to take her hand, but the next second she was still gone. Song Jun looked at the empty hands, and he could hear her softly shouting, "Big brother will see you next time." ”

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Song Jun still didn't remember her appearance, but he remembered the dimple.

On the faceless portrait, he dotted on her left cheek.

Song Jun waited for the night to come, waiting for her to enter his dream.

But this night, he didn't dream of her.

He remembered the little girl's words, which she said were in her dreams.

Did he go to her dreams?

Song Jun was puzzled.

On this day, Song Jun had a rare dreamless night, his tense nerves relaxed, and he felt refreshed for a long time.

He got up to wash, and then saw the white paper taped to the mirror: what a coward you are.

Song Jun didn't understand.

He took off the white paper and put it up, and the box had a thick stack of words that he couldn't read.

It was also because of these that he knew that there was another person in him.

He knew his lost memories.