Memorization is a rare profession that has the ability to record memories into words and make them material.

"And there was a secretary next to me," I grinned and walked towards my friend's house with my lunch. That friend Qinglin and Wuzhong grew up together since childhood, and when I was young, Wuzhong was scared and cried because of Qinglin's ability.

Qinglin is recognized as the leading ability teacher, and the price of a secretary can be compared to the price of a house, but there are still many people who come to Qinglin, but most of them are rejected because "memory has no value".

Qinglin's family is in a quiet suburb, and he is the only one living in the big villa. And my family is also in the suburbs, but it is much more humble in comparison. I came to Qinglin's house, took out the key from my bag and opened the door.

\"Qinglin, Qinglin come down to the dining building!\" After waiting for a long time and not seeing any movement, I lifted my feet again and walked towards Qinglin's bedroom. Standing outside the door and looking at the bedroom, it was just an ordinary room, and the moment I stepped into the threshold, the whole room was covered in smoke. It is noticeably different from the previous room, flooded with warm pink, cute toys placed on the floor.

The sudden sound of flipping through the book changed the scene in front of me, and I looked at the streets and cities in amazement. I looked in the direction of the sound I had just made, and saw Qinglin lying in the middle of the street. As Qinglin continued to flip through the books, the scene in front of me was constantly changing, perhaps because of the night, the world that was originally pink turned a little purple. "It's a dream," I thought to myself, stunned.

Qing Lin, who was lying in the pile of books, finally picked up the pen beside him after confirming that there was nothing missing, circled the end of the book, and then closed the book. "Whose is this?\" I looked at the world that disappeared the moment the book was closed, and I couldn't help but be amazed again.

"A little girl who has lost her relatives and home" Qinglin tidied up her clothes and walked to the living room, picking up chopsticks and preparing to eat. And I felt a heartache, \"I lost everything, I really only have memories\" I raised my eyes and saw my friend who was sweeping wildly, and his face twitched and he hurriedly rushed forward.

After eating, they sat down together to rest, \"When did you become a philanthropist?\" I asked helplessly. \"I wasn't so kind, and the kid gave me another house left overseas. But then again, even if you come to me one day, I won't agree to help you remember. \"\"What?\" I was confused by Qinglin's sudden words. \"Are you embarrassed to hang out your broken memories?\" I blushed suddenly, \"Isn't it just ordinary, as far as it goes." \"

Qinglin shook his head and stood up when he heard my words, and dropped a sentence as he turned to leave, \"However, I don't want the people around me to live decadently in memories\" Qinglin's footsteps paused,\"Until he dies\"

\"I won't, I have my parents, my girlfriend, and you by my side!\" I looked at Qinglin's back and smiled softly, \"Cute guy!\"

However, the accident three months later changed everything, and Ishige's parents and girlfriend were poisoned by gas due to carelessness. I shook their cold corpses like madness, calling their names in a low voice, until they were forcibly pulled up by the police. I sat in my room sluggishly, my phone ringing, it was a friend from the past who called to care about him. Wu Zhong didn't say a word, \"Let's go find Qinglin\" The proposal on the other end of the phone made Wu Zhong jump out of bed like an electric shock, and rushed out like crazy.

When Wu Chong rushed into Qinglin's room, he was not seen, only to see a book on the table, written "Wu Chong".

I ran home with the book in my arms, and I couldn't wait to open the book, and everything in front of me changed instantly. Both parents and girlfriends smiled at themselves. With tears in my eyes, I threw myself into the arms of my parents and cried. "What's wrong?" the child's mother touched her head softly.

I don't know how long it took, but the book in my hand was almost finished. When I turned the book, I could clearly see his shriveled hands, and his eyes were sunken, and he gradually weakened as if he was taking drugs. But I didn't feel the slightest feeling, and I was still immersed in the memories presented in front of me. \"Ahh It's so happy, let's go on like this. \"I looked at the people in my memory with fascination. There was nothing lifeless, dull, empty in his eyes.

However, just as I turned a new page, everything in front of me suddenly disappeared, and I quickly turned a few pages with trembling hands, \"No! No! Why not!\" He flipped through the book like crazy, and when he turned to the last page, a picture of sitting with Qinglin that day appeared in front of him. The serious hollowness of my weight gradually disappeared, and was replaced by a burst of clarity. "However, I don't want the people around me to live decadently in memories\", Qinglin's words hit my heart and made a muffled sound. \"I won't, I have my parents, my girlfriend, and you by my side!\" I looked at my laughing self, and my heart ached. \"And you!\" I covered my heart painfully because of the picture, accompanied by a hoarse call with tears \"Qinglin\"

As soon as I closed the book violently, I wanted to get out of bed and go to Qinglin. But the physical condition of the collapse made me unable to find any strength to support, and I just wanted to stand up and fell to the ground. Thinking of the house where there was no one in Qinglin's house before, I suddenly became nervous. Struggling to move towards the door, after discovering his weakness, he screamed, \"Qinglin, I still have you!\"

\"Yes, I know...\" Catering to the sound of the door opening, Qinglin's lazy voice suddenly appeared. \"Qinglin?!\" I raised my head in surprise and saw the slender Qinglin leaning on the doorrail, looking at him indifferently. \"How do you...\"

\"Why am I here, I count the speed at which someone reads a book, and I should be reading it at this time." \" I looked at the handsome man in front of me excitedly, and quickly interjected\"No, I mean...\"

\"I just saw someone's ugliness\", the corners of Qinglin's mouth twitched slightly, and the second half of the sentence that he spit out easily made me feel as if I had been struck by lightning. \"I...\" I found that I couldn't find any words to quibble, so I could only lower my head in annoyance, trying to avoid Qinglin's gaze.

\"What?\" Qinglin put his hands around his chest and looked at the remorseful Wuzhong. Looking at Wu Chong, who didn't react, Qing Lin slowly walked in front of Wu Chong and squatted down. \"Hey...\" Looking at Wuzhong who was crying silently, Qinglin sighed loudly, sat on the bed, and looked at Wuzhong without saying a word.

A few days later, Qinglin's home. \"What?! Isn't it!\" Wu Zhong, who had regained his strength, was speechless for what Qinglin had just said, and shouted in protest. Qinglin let go of the hand covering his ears and looked at the unacceptable self-weight. "I'm not a philanthropist, so it's normal to charge a little fee. \"

\"So where do I live?\" I asked helplessly. "Think for yourself" I suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and my head kept repeating the \"I want to think for myself" that Qinglin popped up. \"It's too cruel, it's too cruel...\" I rubbed my hair in pain, and when I looked at Qinglin again, he was already leisurely eating the food he brought.

"Have you ever thought about remembering it for yourself?\", I looked at Qinglin curiously after the meal. \"Yes\"Yes, what?\" Qinglin, who heard this, glanced at me helplessly. "Why do you look at me like that? I don't remember any books about yourself", I tilted my head in certainty, "No"

\"Then you won't forget when you're scared to cry\"

"Oh, don't say that, it's going to be small after all. Besides, the man in that book is indeed terrifying...\", I couldn't laugh when I said this. "Is that your memory?", I asked Qinglin cautiously.

\"Hmm\"

That was when they were both young, and the two of them had always played together, and after a certain day, Qinglin never appeared again. I have been waiting for Qinglin to appear, and the days have passed quickly for two months. It was because I missed Qinglin that I decided to go to Qinglin's house to find him, and he came to Qinglin's house where he lived in an ordinary apartment. It was Qinglin's mother who opened the door for him, and the aunt told me that Qinglin was in the room.

However, when I pushed the door open and stepped in, I was frightened and fell to the ground. The small room was filled with inexplicable smoke, and a huge figure of a man stood in the smoke, and the man was about to smash it down with a wine bottle in his right hand. \"Wow...\" I was frightened and cried, how could he have seen such a scene, and quickly closed his eyes.

When I opened it, there was nothing. And Qinglin, who was thin, stood in the room and looked at him, without saying a word.

Since then, Qinglin's identity as a record has spread. People kept coming to the door to ask for a book for themselves, and I gradually forgot about it afterwards. Qinglin's house is getting bigger and bigger, and his parents have left the country. But Qinglin's expenses are basically given to his parents who have families in a foreign land, and he said that they are the ones who gave birth to themselves.

"That's my memory, my father's memory, the memory that took me two whole months to record. \" Qinglin raised his eyes to look at the flowing clouds in the sky, \" The mother was more insignificant in memory than the violent father, so she was not recorded. Before I could ask again, Qinglin said as if talking to himself.

\"But...\" Qinglin's words pulled back my emotion, \"There is a person in that book...\" Qinglin suddenly turned his head to look at Wuzhong, \"Always with me\"

I listened to Qinglin's words and wrapped up Qinglin and cried. Qinglin pushed him away funny and moved, \"Two big men, what are you doing hugging each other\"

At dusk, Wuzhong and Qinglin sat in the garden watching the sunset. \"I'm heavy\" Qinglin suddenly said, \"Hmm? how\", \"I'm too lazy to go over to that house anyway, you can go over and clean it for me every day\". "Haha", I stood up and rubbed Qinglin's head, and then smiled softly, "You cute guy!