I didn't hear the man's voice again after I got the silver coin in my hand, and when I looked at the notebook in my backpack again, it didn't shine anymore, what was going on?

Wu Xuan kept asking me about those coins, and I didn't know about it, so I had to talk nonsense casually, and the two of them felt tired after walking all the way, so they went to a cold drink shop to rest.

No longer asking about coins, Wu Xuan said again: "By the way, Tang Zhihang and they have no news after they go back, do you want to contact them and ask them how they are doing in their hometown?"

"Just ask if you want, anyway, just those two dead houses, you can stay at home until they get moldy and rotten. "To be honest, I'm like this too, isn't it, if it weren't for Wu Xuan, I might not be able to go out at home this holiday.

"Also, you are so familiar with Tang Zhihang, you know everything he does. Saying that, Wu Xuan put away her mobile phone and gave up her plan to send a message to Liu Lang, she suddenly asked: "By the way, do you have Tang Zhihang's memories of all Tang Zhihang's memories or only Tang Zhihang's own memories?"

I was stunned for a moment, Wu Xuan thought I didn't understand, so she explained: "That is to say, your memory is all the memories that Tang Zhihang has experienced since he remembered, or the things that Tang Zhihang himself remembers." For example, Tang Zhihang may not remember some things, but you remember the kind of things clearly. ”

As soon as Wu Xuan said this, I began to be curious, all my memories are Tang Zhihang's memories, but there are some things that Tang Zhihang may not remember anymore, and do I still remember those things?

I searched in my brain, trying to find something that Tang Zhihang should have forgotten, but I seemed to feel that there were many things that I couldn't remember...... It's like I don't remember a lot of things when Tang Zhihang was in school, to put it simply, why did Tang Zhihang hate Qin Shi so much...... I really can't remember why Tang Zhihang hates Qin Shi so much for a while, obviously I should still remember that incident when I saw Qin Shi before, and I still remember it when Wu Xuan asked me, but I didn't tell Wu Xuan. But why can't I remember it now?

I looked at Wu Xuan and said, "It should belong to the kind of people who remember some people and don't remember them, right?" Because maybe there are some things I don't remember, but Tang Zhihang remembers, and there are some things that Tang Zhihang remembers and I don't remember. ”

After understanding what I said, Wu Xuan was curious again: "So did Tang Zhihang have any interesting experiences before?

He ...... "I began to recall the past, the former Tang Zhihang...... No, Tang Zhihang was not a dead house in the past, he used to be very cheerful and sunny, and he was even very popular, although he didn't look very good...... But at least the previous Tang Zhihang was not a dead house, what was the reason why he became a dead house?

Wu Xuan saw that I was lost in thought, and she asked again, "What's wrong?"

I shook my head and said to Wu Xuan: "Wu Xuan, I don't seem to think of many memories of Tang Zhihang now...... Tang Zhihang's memories seem to be fading away in my mind......"

"Isn't this a good thing?" Wu Xuan said in surprise: "Doesn't this mean that you will have no memory of Tang Zhihang in the future, and you will completely become 'Tang Yihan' with only your own memory?"

Is that a good thing? If that's a good thing...... No, I don't think that's a good thing. Tang Zhihang's memory is very important to me, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is even a treasure, and it is precisely because of Tang Zhihang's memory that I am where I am today, isn't it? If I change it to another person's memory, change it to another person's way of doing things. I might even have died a long time ago, didn't I? This life of mine can be said to have been given by Tang Zhihang, and if I lost Tang Zhihang's memory, I didn't want to see that happen. Every memory in my mind is the most important treasure to me, and I don't want to lose them......

I want to get it back, about the memories I lost, it's like why I forgot about Tang Zhihang and Qin Shi......

What happened between Tang Zhihang and Qin Shi? I want to recall that incident, but I can't catch even the slightest fragment of memory, and all I can remember is what happened in the third year of high school, as if it was near the end of the semester...... It seems to be and...... Zhao Min...... By the way, I remembered, it was because of Zhao Min and what happened. But I don't have any memory of what happened......

Can't remember...... I can't remember anything...... But why, it seems that as soon as I think about it, I feel ...... The heart was stirring, and it was as if something was blocking the inside of the chest.

No, if I didn't know what happened at that time, I would definitely not settle down, thinking so, I took out my mobile phone and dialed Tang Zhihang's phone number.

Almost instantly, Tang Zhihang should be playing with his mobile phone, right? He said to me a little impatiently: "If you have a fart, let it go." ”

"Do you remember what happened between you and Qin Shi?" I also went straight to the point, and borrowed to admit that I was farting, "Why do you hate Qin Shi so much? I can't remember that thing...... Tell me, I need to know. ”

Tang Zhihang was stunned for a moment, and he said in a somewhat low and vigilant voice, "Why are you asking about this now?"

"I can't remember that when I said it...... I can't remember what happened at that time, I just remember that it seemed to be related to Zhao Min, is that what happened?"

Wu Xuan leaned over to listen to the sound in the mobile phone, Tang Zhihang was silent for a long time, and then said: "Since you want to know, I'll tell you...... Really, I don't even want to remember that anymore, and you're reminding me of unpleasant memories again. ”

Unpleasant memories, they should indeed be unpleasant memories, otherwise Tang Zhihang would not have hated Qin Shi so much.

Tang Zhihang was silent for a long time, and then he sighed and then said reluctantly: "Speaking of which, I don't remember what day it was, I only know that it was in the second semester of the third year of high school......, right? Alas...... And I said, 'How do you know?'......"