PS: At the moment, I use the first person, trying to highlight the protagonist's inner uneasiness, and then describe it in the third person. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It didn't feel right, this room was very unfamiliar, I didn't know where it was, I didn't know how I got here, I didn't know how to get home. But I must have spent the night here, and when I opened my eyes I found myself lying here, in a completely unfamiliar room......

My eyes gradually adjusted to the environment, I looked around, the surroundings were dark, this strange room actually had no windows, and there was a stack of clothes neatly placed at the head of the bed, it was a man's yes, but it must be a person who was much older than me.

"Xiao Yu, are you up?" A voice sounded outside the door, very unfamiliar, but also faintly familiar, and I couldn't remember it for a while......

I didn't dare to respond casually, I tried to lie motionless as much as possible, and if that happened, I usually remember what happened, but today I really don't remember it at all. I must have secretly gone to the cellar, and secretly drank the old wine stored there, and I was so drunk and unconscious that I had no memory of where I went.

Maybe I should find a set of clothes that fit first, the one at the head of the bed is obviously too big, I thought. Reaching out to lift the quilt, I suddenly realized that something was wrong, and I didn't figure out what was going on at first, but I immediately understood. The hands on the quilt did not look like mine, the fingers were slender and white, and the nails were neatly groomed, and although they looked well-proportioned and beautiful, they were much larger than my own.

I stared wide-eyed for a moment, moved my fingers, and the hand on the quilt moved my fingers, I gasped, lifted the quilt violently, and looked at my body...... I've grown up, I've grown up a lot, it can't be!

I rushed to the bronze mirror on the table next to me, staring at myself in the mirror. It was a young man in his twenties, of a mediocre countenance, of the kind of person who would be left unnoticed when thrown into the crowd, and I cried out in my heart, gasping silently—if I had not suppressed my voice, I would have let out a scream of terror, which I recognized: it was my eyes, and the man in the mirror was me, but he was nearly ten years old, or more......

It couldn't be, I shivered and reached out to grab the edge of the table. Another scream welled up in my throat, this time following my gasp. I took a step back from the mirror, and at that moment, I heard the sound of the door being pushed.

"Xiao Yu, don't be afraid." It was a young man of about twenty-five years old, much more handsome than me, and I could faintly see the shadow of my father. But my father is long dead, and even if he is still alive, he is much older than him, and as for my eldest brother, who seems to be omnipotent, he is only five years older than me, and he will not be the man in front of him.

"Who are you?" I asked, leaning my back against the edge of the table.

"I'm your brother." The young man looked at me with concern on his face, and his eyes showed a little sadness, "It's me, Bei Qianfeng, your brother." ”

"This can't be, my brother is only 17 years old!" I shouted and tried to escape, but there was nowhere to go, this room had no windows, and the only exit was the door blocked by the man in front of me.

"Let's put on the clothes first, the clothes are at the bedside." The man who claimed to be my brother hesitated for a moment and said, "The pajamas are too thin. ”

I hesitated to walk to the bed and pick up the suit, which I thought was too big, but now I realize that it fits well and I do get bigger.

"It's been 8 years." Just as I was changing clothes, the man slowly spoke, "Xiao Yu, 8 years ago, you ......"

"8 years?!" I interrupted him, and I felt the blood on my face lose its color, and the whole room began to spin. I don't know where in the room there was a ticking sound of water dripping, but it sounded like thunder to me. "But......" he walked up to me, and I muttered, "What......"

"You're 20 years old, Xiao Yu." He said. I looked at him, and the stranger was smiling at me, and I didn't want to believe him, or even hear what he was saying, but he continued, "You had an accident, very serious, you got a head injury. You can't remember things. ”

"Can't remember anything?" I said, 'It's not going to be all forgotten in 8 years.'

He took a few more steps towards me, approaching me cautiously, as if I were a frightened animal, "everything," he said, with a pained look on his face, "You wake up every morning and forget everything you had yesterday, your memory is only kept until you are 12 years old, and you don't remember anything after that"

My mind was in turmoil, date by date and age flashing by, and I didn't want to ask, but I knew I had to. "When...... When did I have an accident? ”

"When you were 12 years old...... I closed my eyes, and as much as I tried to resist the news, I knew, deep down: 'That's true.'" I heard myself crying, and then my 'brother' came up to me and gently pulled me into his arms, he held me and stroked my head, and I realized that this action was inexplicably familiar, and it made me feel better.

"Don't worry, Xiao Yu, it's okay." He said, "Brother will protect you." ”

"I'm scared."

"I know." He replied, "But don't worry, my brother is here, he will help you, you will be fine, trust me." ”

He led me out of the dark room, "One day you woke up and jumped out of the window because you were so panicked, and everyone in the village searched for a long time to find you, and since then you have slept in this windowless room at night, and there are people guarding the door. ”

Indeed, if there was a window, I would have jumped out of it and escaped, and I thought it was indeed a move I would make, and I believed him a little.

He took me around the village, I was a little relieved, he took me to the study, and took out a book from the bookcase, "This is your own diary, you can take a look here first, there is something to call the people at the door, they came back to inform me, I still have some things to deal with." ”

I nodded, if he is really my brother, he will indeed have to be busy with a lot of things, after all, our parents passed away early, and the whole village is taken care of by my all-powerful brother, it would be strange if he had spare time to accompany me here to find 'memories'.

I sat in my chair and flipped a page at random, and he saw my cooperation, so he was relieved to leave.

I saw that there was a pen and paper on the side, so I picked up the pen and wrote a few random words on the paper according to the words on the diary, and after comparing it, I made sure that this diary should indeed be written by myself, so I read it with confidence. There were many things that I had no memory of, and I realized that there was a past in my life - even though I had no idea what had happened during that time, and I had a present - and it was this present that brought me here, to this strange study. But between my past and my present, there is only a long, silent blank ......;