Most of the time, God is always reluctant to give face, such as the cursed rain that follows the elementary school sports day, or the frenzied storm that arrives at the same time as the departure time.

The people of Avaranga are never afraid of a challenge.

The captain methodically commanded the big ship to rush towards the storm cloud, the dark cloud with thunder and lightning was so low that it seemed to be able to reach out and touch it, people are very skilled in self-blessing, without the slightest panic and fear, the awe of nature or something, of course the wizards have, but it is more reflected in the "balance" of all things in nature, the cricket weather is worse obviously can not shake the crew's mind to go to sea, besides, although the captain is a ship mother control pervert, at least his skills are qualified.

Albert hid in the warm cabin, his room, and through the open window, they could see the clouds rolling.

"What is this?"

Cecilia closed the window and sat down beside him to watch him write and draw on paper.

"Station B Kanban Niang. ”

His painting is not art, but it is also good-looking and expressive, and the two blue and white hair color cute creatures pose with a reddish disgusted face and leap onto the paper.

"22 and 33, as if I was about to forget, so draw them. "Actually, they are similar to the two in the previous life, only hair color and dress style, the mutilated memory makes him have to fill it up on his own, that's weird, if you compare memory to a puzzle, the current situation is probably that the modules are used up, but the characters have not yet been put together," I almost forgot their hair color. ”

The reason he first came into contact with these things was simply because he was bored.

Sitting there alone can't do anything, only a charger plugged in, next to the socket, and a laptop connected to WIFI, of course, all you can do is surf the Internet, but whether it's funny or something else, the world is always dominated by young people, so he found anime, and the biggest barrage network.

The first time he forced himself to watch Riman, he was choked by the strange thinking logic of the characters after finally getting used to watching the paper people's movements.

He is used to being simple and direct, going through ups and downs, but watching a few female babies inexplicably turn around the protagonist and post upside down, intelligence has been offline for a long time, the villain has the same meaning as the comedian, and issued a declaration of middle school, the character design is fragile and glass-hearted, students don't go to school well and die for that trivial thing, talking all kinds of twists and turns is just anxious to kill the audience, that is really trying to hit people, if it wasn't for nothing else to do, he would never touch that kind of thing again.

Well, especially when the male protagonist summed up his high school career in a unique Wenqing sentence at the end, he almost smashed the computer.

In short, I wanted to say three words to the protagonist at that time: speak human words.

"Why are you only drawing?" she asked, "you don't have any faces?" "I forgot what they looked like." ”

Many of his memories are mutilated, but for Albert, these drawings represent [everyday] rather than "hobbies", so those things in his head are lost and lost, he doesn't feel pity, he just forgets some inconsequential things, and it is worth it no matter how you look at it, but it is clear that the serious lack of memory does not affect him at all.

He frowned, took out another piece of paper, and wrote and drawn.

This time, there are only rotten flesh tentacles twisted into a ball on the paper, and special-shaped mouthparts, as if all the products of random chaos are forcibly blended, and just one glance can make people feel irritated, and then a ...... Squid?

"It's disgusting...... What is this?"

"I don't know. He shrugged, "But it's certainly not a good thing." ”

The days of sea sailing are more boring than imagined, there is no Internet, no games, all you have to do is to stay quietly in the cabin to find something to do to pass the time, go to the restaurant on time when the meal is time, the money is paid, the passengers do not need to worry about anything, the activity space is so large, you are at most to walk on the cabin, interested in surfing so that you don't get moldy, in fact, nothing new in this world is new, any new thing will become old after a period of familiarity, most people can hardly bear the boredom of learning old things, the so-called three-minute heat, nothing more than that。

Rotten people are still rotten in another world, and scumbags are still scumbags in another world, unless there are major changes, this is the reality, everyone has times of confusion, but what should be faced is still to be faced.

In his hands, a story is being filled more and more complete.

In a continuous patchwork of drawings on paper.

"What about this?" I almost forgot about it, but I remember what I said about them. ”“？”

"A little girl who can never be saved. He painted the strange sight of someone being knocked to pieces in the gloomy passage, and the strangely shaped big-headed doll, "and the doctor who can never be saved, and finally." ”

At first glance, there is a sense of meanness, like an old woman who speaks very hard: "Grandma who leaves in order to find a sedative, and if the condition is triggered, she will die." ”

Albert slapped his head hard: "I hate attacking him, God knows why." ”

Scattered memory fragments are also a kind of torture, they are embedded in the brain, always unconsciously emerging when thinking, at the same time, the chaotic memory is accompanied by a faint but obvious, subtle sense of absence from the depths of the soul, always feel that something is missing, but everything is normal, at the earliest, they seriously affected his thinking, it was a kind of ignorant and vague state, now they are almost recovered, the soul also has a self-repair function, the lack has long been made up, but the existence of these memory fragments is still very tormenting.

Fragmented memories are quite easily triggered by associated words, and their symptoms are similar to psychosis, and they also directly cause Albert to fall into a manic state after the association triggers ———— is extremely sensitive to certain words.

But he has never hurt others because of this mania, neither physically nor mentally, and he is still very confident in his self-control.

After all, when he slept peacefully in his previous life, he almost entered the Tao.

It was an indescribable weirdness.

The whole life is instantly replayed in the mind, and the perceptions and thoughts at different stages are very clear, and they all come to mind, as if they can summarize it in one sentence and sort out the [Dao] that belongs to him, but it is a little bit worse.

Maybe it's really enlightened.

There is no reason, and I can't write any philosophical thoughts, just believe that I have found the so-called "answer".

Another piece of paper, another painting.

The paper shows a room, a few beds, a person, and the lines representing the shadows prove that it was a night, a room with no lights on, and there was a person who had been forgotten there.

Next to him were several machines, clutching strange threads in his hands, and hoses attached to tall, skinny tin cans.

Outside the window, it was pitch black, wind and rain, Albert seemed to hear the sound of the wind blowing the window again, in that painting, in memory, the curtains were blown a little by the wind that squeezed in through the gap, he clung to the line and the hose, his weak hands seemed to have regained their former strength, his nails were deeply embedded in his palms, but the face of the man in the painting carried a certain relief and relief, lightning illuminated his face, and the cloudy and yellowed eyes looked out the window, revealing a strange brilliance, in the dark, bright as the morning star.

He heard a "pop" sound, it turned out to be a drop of water falling on the paper, reaching out to touch his cheek, and he realized that he was unconsciously, tears streaming down his face.

"I remembered. ”