Before she could return to the accommodation, Nanaya's cell phone rang, and she took it out and saw that the caller ID was Akaji.

Akaji prefers to make phone calls rather than text messages or emails because they can quickly and clearly convey the message he wants to express.

"I'm sorry, but the club activities are over."

Hearing the other party's slight panting, Qiye suddenly thought that she seemed to have not seen her bamboo horse playing basketball for a long time.

"It's okay," Nanaya breathed a sigh of relief, "it's not really anything. ”

"What's the meaning of that question?"

"No, just a whim."

"As much as you've always liked to think too much," said Akaji, after a pause, "it's rare to ask me such a strange question all of a sudden. ”

"Okay...... Sure enough, I can't hide it from you," Nanaya sighed, and had to briefly explain the situation, "I met a person with memory loss by my side, and I heard that it was his family who wanted him to forget the past, so he became what he is now, and I don't understand this kind of practice personally." ”

"It's true that it's hard to understand from the standby of the spectator," Akaji chuckled, "just because we're not the parties." The pain we know is only superficial, and their inner torment is not something that outsiders can experience. ”

"Listening to your remarks, do you think your family's actions are right?" Seven Nights was a little surprised.

"Nope. I'm just saying that his family has a reason to do this, but they don't choose the best way," Akaji paused, "but it's enough to see that his family is paranoid, but they love him. ”

"We can think of what will happen in the future, and he will definitely think of it when he made the decision, but he still erases his memory without hesitation, just because he doesn't want him to suffer. Or in other words, he thinks that forgetting is less painful, and that he believes that the other person can not lose himself. ”

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

"Know everything before you lay it out. I want to get the best answer based on a brief overview, but even I don't have the ability to do that. ”

"It's because I'm not thinking it through, I'm sorry to bother you with such boring questions when you're so busy."

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

After hanging up the phone, Nanaya exhaled.

The fog in my heart seems to be slowly dissipating.

The next time I met with Sasuke Uchiha was two days later, and the two made an appointment at Ichiraku Ramen, and after the lack of traffic, Nanaya was able to sit next to Sasuke with the permission of the owner.

"I've kept you waiting." She bowed her head lightly.

Sasuke Uchiha just nodded and didn't speak.

Nanaya 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 stopped selling Sekiko and conveyed the truth of what Rin told her to Sasuke as it was.

After listening to it for a long time, Sasuke made a move, and his indifferent expression finally changed.

His good-looking brow furrowed, and his obsidian eyes were full of determination: "Anyway, I want to recover my memory." ”

"No matter how unbearable the past was?" Nanaya asked softly.

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

Nanaya finally sighed, thinking that Uchiha Itachi was determined to erase Sasuke's memory, and Sasuke wanted to recover his former memory. The mistakes of fate are really embarrassing.

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

"Have you figured it out?" Rin looked at Sasuke with a smirk, "If you're like this, what Itachi did will fall short." ”

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

When he heard what Asahi Nanaya said to him, he hesitated for a few seconds in his heart. Although he didn't remember the person Uchiha Itachi, what he did seemed to be for his own good, but in fact it pushed him to the point of no return.

The feeling of walking forever in the fog, with a blank space behind him and no way to see ahead, was perhaps more painful for him than the sadness he had remembered.

Uchiha Itachi loves him in his own way, but Sasuke is unwilling to accept such love, he does not want to follow the path given to him by the other party, but wants to open up the future by himself.

"Then come with me," Rin said with a smile, "and Nanaya will be waiting outside the door." ”

Nanaya nodded, watched the two turn around and walk towards the back room, sighed, took out a book from his bag, leaned against the wall and read.

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

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

As if sensing Nanaya's doubts, Rin whispered, "Sasuke is inside." ”

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

His eyes were closed, he looked in pain, and he must have been in the middle of a terrible nightmare. Qiye suddenly noticed that there seemed to be crystal tears coming out of the corners of his eyes, dripping down his cheeks and onto the bamboo mat.

She had known him for a short time, and he always looked cold, sometimes frowning, but he had never been so fragile.

It seems that the memories of the past are 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 book in her hand that there was a sound behind her. Nanaya turned his head and saw Sasuke who was propping himself up, looking confused.

"It's ......," he muttered.

He had just had a beautiful and terrible dream.

In the dream, there is a strict father, a kind mother, and a gentle older brother, and the family sits around the dinner table in harmony.

"Sasuke, don't be a picky eater." His mother put something he didn't like to eat in his bowl.

He looked at the contents of the bowl and pursed his lips, and just as he was a little irritated, a pair of chopsticks appeared in his sight, snatching away the pinch of things he didn't like, and then a piece of tomato appeared in his bowl.

"Eat." The brother on the side smiled softly at him.

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

"You're an older brother, you're always used to being a younger brother," the mother shook her head helplessly, "and this will hurt Sasuke sooner or later." ”

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

"Speaking of which, how have you been studying lately?" Father asked faintly.

"This time, I was the first in my grade in all subjects." Itachi lowered his head and said respectfully.

"Very good," the father nodded with satisfaction, "I can still stay first in the first grade, and I deserve to be my son." With that, he turned his gaze to Sasuke.

"I ...... The overall score is also first. Sasuke whispered.

Although it is a fact, there is still a certain gap between him and his brother, who has always maintained the first place in the whole subject after skipping a grade. Although he was the first in the overall grade, he still lost by a few points in the cultural subject to a school-top girl named Sakura Haruno in the same class.

"Yes," the father paused, "learn more from your brother." ”

Sasuke nodded, but his heart gradually sank.

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 all for your good, I hope you can understand his painstaking feelings." ”

Itachi and Sasuke nodded.

Sasuke finished his meal absentmindedly and went back to the house.

As he was doing his homework, the door gently opened a crack, and he turned his head to see his brother gently entering his room.

"Do you hate people always comparing me to you?" The elder brother sat on the edge of the bed, staring at him intently.

Sasuke was speechless for a moment.

Should I be honest? There is dissatisfaction in the heart, that is an inevitable thing. He has been a competitive child since he was a child, and he has always been praised by everyone for his excellent grades, but even so, he never seems to reach the heights that his brother reached.

As if he understood what he was thinking, his brother smiled, and his always cold eyebrows and eyes were stained with a bit of tenderness.

"Indeed, my rivalry with you was inevitable from the beginning, and it was only natural that there would be hatred or resentment in your heart."

Sasuke's eyes widened when he heard this, and he quickly shook his head.

Faced with such a situation, he was unhappy, but he never had any boredom with his brother.

Because his brother has always loved him so much.

will accompany him to do his homework, and point out his mistakes sternly but patiently on the side. He will pick out dishes he doesn't like during meals, and then clip what he likes. I will save my pocket money and buy him a gift I like......

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

But now he is starting to hate him.

Why do you insist on erasing his memory?

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

Maybe he will still be haunted by nightmares day after day when he recovers his memory, but at least he knows who he is and that he once had a beautiful family, instead of walking in the blank space like before, and there is nothing everywhere he goes.

"You're awake," Nanaya put down the book in his hand and walked over, "Are you feeling better?" ”

Sasuke closed his eyes and didn't speak.

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

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

"In your memory," Nanaye paused, "who am I?" ”

Sasuke took a closer look at Qiya, his brow furrowing as time passed.

His memory was still in a chaotic state, like a jigsaw puzzle game of modules, scattered in his mind, and not yet assembled into a complete finished product. But the girl in front of her does exist in those memory fragments. (Please support the genuine version for the rest) 166 Reading Network