She felt lost, she wanted to look, but she didn't know what to look for. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info There was only a blur and blank space left in her memory, and if anything remained, it was only a fragment that could not be seen. Nothing, nothing left. Only the pain of something important being torn apart in her heart reminded her of the forgettings she had no impression.

Who is it that broke into my world? Who is it that opens my closed heart? At that time, I was in that state, shouldn't I have refused? But why, why would anyone come into my world, even to my Pure Land?

Wait, that dream! Her eyes widened suddenly, and she remembered the dream that made her feel a little strange. Only this time, what made her pay attention was what happened in that dream. She...... Got the answer, got the answer she'd been wanting all these years.

It was just a dream, she said it in her heart, but she couldn't convince herself with such words anyway. How could she not know what kind of existence her dreams were? Didn't their deaths manifest themselves in her dreams at the same moment? And this is exactly why she thinks she is the murderer who killed them. She never dreams easily, and every dream will imply something in disguise. Either them, or he......

He? Wait a minute...... He, no, you...... Who is it? Who are you? A vague figure appeared in my mind, the face seemed to be in the backlight, I couldn't see it really, only the short hair that was a little flowing fluttered in the wind from nowhere, but it was so familiar.

She stretched out her hand a little dazed and a little urgent, wanting to touch the figure, but as soon as she stretched out her hand, the figure disappeared like smoke, leaving only the schoolbag in front of her that did not belong to her. When the figure disappeared, her pupils suddenly shrank, and the tearing pain in her heart became even more intense, causing her outstretched palm to stiffen suddenly.

She pursed her lips vigorously, a flash of realization flashed in her eyes, and then dropped her outstretched palm on the bag that did not belong to her, and slowly opened it. As she did this, she noticed that her palms were shaking unconsciously, which made her gaze even more silent. Perhaps, the original owner of this schoolbag is far more important to her than she imagined.

She pulled out a book from her bag and sat down on the couch with it in her hand. Then he took a deep breath, and then opened the cover and looked at the title page where most people would have their names dropped.

"Zhang Zhou......" she muttered the name, and for a moment there seemed to be a lot of things flashing in her mind, but when she looked at it, it was still a blur. She squinted, trying to intercept the fragments, only to get the broken words.

"Do you remember?" In the dark narrow alley, the person who pressed her head asked in a low voice, obviously close to him, but he couldn't see his face clearly, and even his voice was blurred and couldn't really be heard.

"I'm not going to die." In a familiar place, he stood in the scene she was extremely familiar with, clenched her palm hard, and spoke loudly to her, but she couldn't see his appearance clearly, couldn't hear his voice clearly, and didn't even feel the temperature of his palm. Only the determination in those words made her throb inexplicably. "I promise!" He said. But these three words made the tearing feeling in her heart even stronger.

She subconsciously let go of the book she was holding tightly, and let it fall to the ground with a click, but she covered her aching chest hard. Knowing that the more she wanted to remember that person, the more painful her chest would be, but she still bit her lower lip and tried hard to recall those vague fragments.

She could feel a force in her mind trying to stop her from remembering him, even trying to dispel the vague impressions she had left in her mind and make her lose interest in finding the figure. But she was able to resist this strange and familiar power, and even felt a little familiar, as if she had already experienced this power......

After a long time, she let go of the hands covering her chest, got up from the sofa with a pale face, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked out of the window at the sky where there were still fine snowflakes, and let out a long breath to empty all her thoughts. Zhang Zhou...... Is it? She murmured, chewing on the name.

After a long time, she withdrew her absent-minded gaze looking out of the window, and was about to turn back to the sofa, and then when she looked through the schoolbag that belonged to Zhang Zhou, something swept from the corner of her eye made her body freeze suddenly. She turned her head a little stiffly, looking in the direction that made her chest throb inexplicably, there, there was a thin white mark, far away, not real, but she knew it in an instant.

It was a narrow alley, a narrow alley full of snow. Inexplicably, she recalled the fragments that had just appeared in her mind. That narrow alley...... Is that there? She thought like this, and wanted to go to that place to have a look, but her body became limp, and it was difficult to take a step. It was like a weak creature that had encountered a natural predator, deprived of all thought by the fear of the heart, and only instinctive trembling.

It wasn't until she forcefully looked away from the spot that her locked body returned to normal. Her legs went limp, and she no longer had the strength to support her body, so she couldn't help but sit down on her knees. Those eyes didn't dare to look at that place anymore, and silently looked away, staring at the city under another sky, bathed in falling snowflakes.

His full chest heaved and he breathed hard, trying to regain his strength from being drained. A pair of godless eyes stared at the scattered snowflakes emptyly, looking at it, but a faint green fluorescence appeared in the depths of the pupils, and then disappeared dimly. At the moment when the fluorescence disappeared, she quietly shed tears as she looked at the snowflakes falling in the sky. An indescribable sadness swirled over her, and gradually dispelled the fears, along with the thought of going to the place to have a look......

That doesn't mean she's given up on pursuing that name, though. She sorted out the traces in this room that might be related to him, and filled it with the image of the owner of the name little by little.

The men's clothing, which was clearly worn by someone in the recent past, made it easy for her to guess his possible height and size; The textbook that was exactly the same as hers, and the notes of the same content that the teachers had asked her to write down, made her sure that she and he were most likely in the same class......

It's just that she doesn't know what kind of relationship he has with her. At that time, what kind of reason did he set foot in, and even live in this pure land that only belongs to him?

Zhang Zhou, Zhang Zhou, this name, seems to have an invisible magic, every time she reads it, it makes her heart sprout a different throbbing. Could it be that he is her lover? However, she obviously hasn't fallen in love with anyone, and it's obviously impossible for her to fall in love with anyone. As a hedgehog, how could she be stupid to hug another hedgehog and make each other bruised?

But, but why, every time she thinks of this, she has an inexplicable sense of disobedience in her heart? It's as if something has been misinterpreted into something completely different......

She lay on the couch where she might have been staying lately, her eyes twinkling, and countless thoughts swirling in her mind. It's just that no matter what kind of doubt you have, you can't get a result. There are so many things that have been forgotten, everything has become fragmented, most of them have been lost, and only a few pieces of the puzzle remain, where can you see what they were original?

Perhaps, you can get the rest of the puzzle pieces from someone else? If you forget his existence, others won't forget it, right? At least the teacher, at least the classmate, if he was really her classmate, as she expected...... She held such thoughts, but there was an inexplicable uneasiness surging in her heart. She tried hard to suppress the uneasy feeling, and fell asleep on the sofa that made her feel inexplicably comfortable......

The next day, her uneasiness became a reality.

"Zhang Zhou? Who's that? The girl in front of her looked a little evasive, and seemed to be not very suitable for her abnormal behavior of taking the initiative to ask, and even felt a little flattered. However, when she said this, there was not the slightest strange look in her weak eyes, as if the truth was just as she said, as if there was really no such person in this class.

Li Ai subconsciously frowned, and amplified his voice with some excitement, "How come?" Think about it again, are you mistaken? The expression on her face seemed to frighten this somewhat weak girl, she shook her head hurriedly and said, "No, really not, I remember very clearly, there are only two boys surnamed Zhang in the class, and their names are not Zhang Zhou......

“…… Is that so? Li Ai lowered his eyes and muttered, a little panicked for a while. Did she guess wrong? Or was all of this just an illusion on her part, and that there was no such person in the first place? However, is that name, but those traces of his existence, also an illusion? But if this is not the case, could it be that the girl in front of her has also lost her memory of him?

Her face was pale, but she was deaf to the girl's words, and turned back into the classroom, where she asked someone the same question, and received the same answer. She didn't believe it, but no matter who she asked, she got the same answer. She finally gave up the question, and sat down in her place, frowning, struggling with the countless chatters about her in the classroom, thinking, trying to determine whether it was reality or her own delusion.

She lifted her eyes in pain, looked around helplessly, and suddenly froze as her gaze swept over the desk that was clearly full of books, but no one was sitting. Then she rushed forward like crazy, took a book and opened it, but did not see the familiar name. But she still didn't give up, and simply turned out all the books under the puzzled eyes of everyone, and checked them one by one.

Until the end, she didn't find that name. But she chuckled, and held one of the books in her arms as if she were holding a treasure. "It's not a dream, it's real...... It's all true......" she said incoherently, but tears flowed from her eyes.

She didn't find his name in these books, or even the handwriting he had written. But she found that some of the new-looking books were missing. Inexplicably, she can be sure that the books that are missing here are now in the living room of her house, and they are stored in the schoolbag that belongs to Zhang Zhou. And this empty seat belongs to him!

She was crying obviously, but she was very happy in her heart, and this joy made her smile involuntarily in the cry. Crying and laughing, it looks like he's gone crazy. However, in this seemingly excited, almost crazy performance, she had calmed down. Although she had already confirmed his existence and knew that none of this was her own delusion, there were more questions in her mind.

Why...... Why did he exist, but no one remembered? Even, even the traces he left in this world have faded. And why, there are still traces of him on those books in his living room? Is all this just a coincidence?

"Zhang Zhou......" She held the books, knelt on the cold floor, and recited his name, over and over again......