February 25, 646 AH. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When I woke up in the morning, I saw a note on the table, with words written on it that I didn't remember before, but I could read it, which was a strange phenomenon.

'Find the classified diary, the mantra is on the title page. ’

I didn't know what that meant, and then I found another note on the wall at the head of my bed, 'I lost my memory, I wrote everything down in my diary, the diary was in the study, the wind was out of the house, and no one in the family was cultivating, so I didn't need to be too nervous.' ’

It seems to be my handwriting, and it doesn't seem to be quite like it, I vaguely remember that the wind seems to have said to me that the subordinates in the family have not cultivated this matter, I am too lazy to identify and research it carefully, I want to go to the study first, find the so-called diary.

There were two people guarding the door, they were very respectful to me, they served me to wash up and then took me to breakfast, some ordinary snacks, which tasted good.

Inexplicably, I always felt that it was too lonely during the meal, and then I thought about it, maybe the wind went out, and I was the only one who ate.

I picked up the osmanthus cake on the side, and was about to put it in my mouth, but suddenly paused, I don't know why I am like this, subconsciously always feel that the next second it seems that a hand will reach out and take it away.

It seemed to be a very beautiful hand......

I felt something was wrong, I seemed to have forgotten something very important.

I directly picked up this plate of osmanthus cake and asked the next person to take me to the study, I don't know why I brought this plate of osmanthus cake, this is not my favorite food, and I don't need to take this thing to read the diary at all, right?

"This belongs to me, I'll eat it later when I accompany you to sort out your diary." This sentence suddenly sounded in my head, but the voice was a little distorted, and I couldn't tell who said it.

Some are strange, and some are familiar.

I suppressed these questions in my mind, hoping that I would be able to remember something when I went to the study and saw those diaries.

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There were a few thick notebooks neatly placed on the desk, which seemed to be my diary, and I dismissed the subordinates and closed the door, for some reason, I always felt inexplicably uneasy to have the subordinates around, even if the note on the wall in the morning said that these subordinates had not cultivated.

I opened the diaries, and found that the title page of the diaries had a note in a strange but recognizable handwriting, 'The contents of this book have been changed by someone else, don't read it.'" ’

I opened several journals in a row, and the notes on them were written like this, until the last one, which said, 'This can be read, I hid it first.'" ’

I didn't know why I believed what was written on the note, so I put it aside and read the diary.

April 13, 642 AH. It seems that the diary records something a few years old.

I didn't remember anything when I woke up this morning, I was strange and frightened by everything around me, and the man who claimed to be my brother Bei Qianfeng said a lot to me, and I didn't know whether to trust him or not, but I felt that he did not seem to have malicious intent.

He took me to breakfast, and I knew him well, maybe he was my brother.

The wind at the table told me a lot of things, it sounded very true, I believed a lot, he saw that my mood was much calmer, stood up, "I'll deal with the relevant affairs first, you can stay in Zhuangzi with peace of mind, it's safe here, don't be too suspicious." ”

He walked to the door and was about to push it, but stopped.

"Oh!" He looked back at me, "I almost forgot!" His voice suddenly became contrived, with a feigned enthusiasm, and he tried to make it natural, but he was acting a little too hard, and it was clear that he had warmed up for a while for what he was going to say......

What he said wasn't as bad as I feared: "We're going out tonight." Feng said, "I'll be back in two days, tomorrow is my father's death day, we have to go to the incense, and by the way, let Dr. Ye help you heal." ”

"It's not a bad thing, I'll write a note to take with me and try not to trouble you when I'm outside." I nodded.

Feng smiled, looking relieved, "Maybe this treatment will work, and you'll recover soon." He turned around and pushed the door open, "Will I go to the study or the martial arts training ground to find you later?" ”

"Let's study." I replied.

After eating, someone came up to clean up, and I walked in the direction of the study, maybe I could remember things when I was awake and had a good memory, or maybe I had walked this road many times and kept it in my mind, and I didn't get lost, and soon returned to the study.

I looked at the diary for a while, and then took out a pen and paper to write and draw aimlessly, I felt a little inexplicably empty, the wind did not deceive me, I really have no memory, not at all, there is nothing in this study that I can remember, but there are a lot of graffiti or essays around but it is indeed my handwriting, and this diary that records many things.

I can't think of any time growing up with the wind, except for the ones that happened after we met this morning, the ones I experienced before I was 12 years old, and my mind was empty.

I need to settle myself, put down the pen in my hand, I try to focus on something by closing my eyes like this, whatever it is, as long as it's something tangible, anything, yesterday? Last year's death day? Last treatment?

But nothing was found in my memory, and so many years of life disappeared out of thin air.

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This was the end of the first page of the diary, and I was a little frustrated that it didn't make me remember anything.

I felt like I was reading someone else's biography, so strange.

Maybe it's been too long, and ordinary people don't remember what happened a few years ago, right, I consoled myself and turned back a lot of pages in my diary.

April 5, 643 AH.

This morning I remembered the name of Dongfang Lian, and this woman with a pair of extremely beautiful hands seemed very happy, and she pestered me and said a lot of things that I did not understand.

She always mentioned the country of Liandong in her words, I asked the wind and read a lot of classics, but I found that no country called 'Liandong' appeared on this continent, whether it is now or in ancient times.

She began to teach me a very unfamiliar script, and she told me that it was their Liandong script, and I would spread it.

Interesting statement, isn't it? I had no rights, no money, no memory, but she was sure that I could promote a written language.

All in all, I found her funny, and I could feel an indescribable closeness to her.

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Oriental Lotus! Some pictures flashed in my mind, and her face gradually became clear, yes, she can always find things to talk about during meals, and she always likes to ask for a plate of osmanthus cake to accompany me to the study to sort out the diary.

That strange and unfamiliar text should be this Liandong's text, I was just about to take a closer look at the words left on those notes to try to recall anything, but found that all the notes were gone, and the study door was still closed.

It was so strange that I looked back and found that the diary I had just read had also disappeared and disappeared......

"Xiao Yu, how are you feeling today?" The voice outside the door seemed familiar, but I couldn't remember.

"Oh, it's me, I'm your brother Bei Qianfeng." The voice outside the door spoke again.

It turned out to be the wind, and I thought I should breathe a sigh of relief, but I found that my body was trembling slightly.

I don't know what's wrong, I seem to be instinctive, afraid of the wind?

There must be something wrong with this, which I don't yet understand......

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