"Zhang Yimo, you bastard!"

I heard Ah Cheng yelling outside, followed by a loud bang, and the whole valley trembled. Zhang Yimo, the www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" pavilion, carried the person he brought out, and the other hand pulled me out and ran out. As we went up, the valley floor behind us was covered in smoke, and I knew they were down there, chasing us.

I was half-dragged and half-hugged by Zhang Yimo, and within a minute we had already walked into the narrow crack. The voice of the pursuer behind me was not too close, he put me down, and pulled a ball out of his bag, this time he didn't throw it directly, but set a time to throw it again, and then we continued to run.

When I finally reached the big fault with the water in the water, what I was worried about came.

"How do you get up?" I asked.

"Don't worry." Zhang Yimo put down the person he was carrying on his shoulder, the person was wearing a protective suit, I don't know who it was.

"What does Ah Cheng mean by the agreement?" I asked, gasping for breath.

"I had a pact with the organization that they would get my asylum." Zhang Yimo took out two flashlights from his backpack, gave one to me, and gave the other to the man in protective clothing.

The man didn't speak, but took a flashlight and shone it on the waterfall.

"You're also involved in this transformer project?" I'm a little surprised, he showed that he was fighting against this organization some time ago, but why is he also related to this organization? Could it be that those people are referring to him when they say the change at the top?

"It's a long story, it wasn't like that before." He wasn't going to explain it to me, or he wasn't going to explain it to me now.

Before I could think about it, there was a loud explosion outside, which I assumed to be his ball, and I never heard anyone chasing after it. It was supposed to be a certain type of time bomb, small and easy to carry. The sound of the explosion was accompanied by a tremor, and there were rocks crumbling outside, but we seemed to be very solid here, just shaking, and there was no sign of rock breaking.

At this time, a large black shadow appeared above the fault, and I guess something large was descending from it.

"Let's go." Zhang Yimo took us to the fault and fell into the water.

Descending from above was an old lifting platform-like thing, resting right on top of the hole that continued down from the water. The three of us stood on it, holding on to the rusty railing. There was a chain as thick as a leg attached to the top of the lifting platform, and Zhang Yimo took out a small ball again and threw it into the hole below. The ball was ripped off by the huge force of the falling water, and then there was an explosion. The lifting platform began to slowly rise after the explosion, and I heard the sound of the chain rolling, there may be some mechanism underneath, which is specially used to open the lifting platform, Zhang Yimo activated the mechanism with a bomb.

"You're familiar with this cave." I'm a little afraid of heights, but luckily the light around me makes it less obvious.

"I wasn't there when the cave was built, but this was the first time I've come in." He lit a cigarette.

"But didn't you have an agreement with this organization? Haven't you even been to the base of your partner? "I'm a little skeptical.

"In fact, it's not just here, there are bases in other places. But those bases were destroyed. This place was reopened by them after that incident. He said, "This is the base that your father once abandoned." ”

"My dad? He was also involved?! By the way, isn't my dad dead? "Both of my memories mention that my legendary dad is dead.

"You can say the same thing." He replied, with words in his words.

"In what sense is he dead?" I asked. Although I was at a loss for a lot of things, I knew that I was in an event where I could not judge the problem with ordinary thinking, and what I had seen so far could not be explained in a simple sentence or two.

When Zhang Yimo heard me ask him like this, he turned his head with a smile on his face and looked at me in the shadows.

"It's a matter of nature." He seemed to be talking to himself, and it was like talking to me, but I didn't understand what he was talking about.

After that, there was a conversation without a sentence, and there was nothing substantive. I finally knew why the man in the hazmat suit didn't speak or come near me, because my suit still had the stinking fragments of the corpse on it.

Zhang Yimo had already taken off his protective suit when he came out, so I recognized him. I think the person he took with him should be the purpose of this trip.

It took almost ten minutes for the lift platform to reach the halfway point of the fault, and it stopped right here, with falling water behind us and nothing in front of us, did it stop here for me to enjoy the view?

"Damn, it can't be broken, right?" I frowned and muttered to myself.

"It's time to stop. It did stop here when we came down before. Zhang Yimo said.

"You mean the rest of us are swimming against the water?" I'm expressing emotions that I can't understand.

"That's pretty much it." Zhang Yimo said and put his hand into the water. You must know that the water is very heavy, and we can't climb into the waterfall with our bare hands, what about the tree vine he said before? Why didn't I see it all the way?

Zhang Yimo pulled out another chain from the water, which was about the same thickness as the one that hit me in the face when I woke up in a cave below the valley. The chain was pulled straight out, indicating that the other end of it was attached to the mountain wall after falling into the water. Zhang Yimo buckled into the chain link with his hand, and then pulled back with all his might, and in an instant, the water stopped! A two-meter-high quadrangular passage appeared on the mountain wall in front of us.

"Let's go." Zhang Yimo turned his head sideways and pointed to the passage and said to another person.

The man jumped from the lift platform into the passage, followed by Zhang Yimo, and finally me. The passage was pitch black, I looked around with a flashlight, there was no graphic decoration in it, and the traces of excavation were not new, it should be a passage that was played before.

"Where does this lead?" I asked.

The man who walked first finally spoke: "The gate of reincarnation." ”

He's the one who leads?! Zhang Yimo arrested him, could it be that I used to know this person very well?

We walked more than 200 meters until we encountered a big uphill climb and I was a little too tired, so I slowed down my pace.

"Let's go, it's better to stay in here and go out for a hot spring quickly." Zhang Yimo came over and carried me on his shoulder, where did he get so much strength? Isn't he tired? But anyway, I can rest now.

After going uphill, we reached the end of the road. It's like an iron window going up, I don't know when someone broke the iron fence on those windows, we went out of here, it was still dark outside, there was a stream on the left, and in front of it was another fault, and the stream flowed down when it came out of the section, and in front of the fault was a hole in the same downward direction as the place we had just come. We were standing under a strangely shaped tree on the bank of the stream.

"Where is this?" I asked.

"The Gate of Reincarnation." The leader said.

"Where's the door?" I looked back at the bars at my feet, he wouldn't mean that, would he?

"Below the fault." He said.

I took two steps forward holding on to the tree, trying to shine a flashlight down, but was caught by the leader.

"What are you doing? Don't want to live anymore? His tone was quite serious, and he was still a little trembling, what kind of giant meat grinder is down here?

I looked at him inexplicably, Zhang Yimo stood in place and looked under the fault, because the light was not good, I couldn't see his expression, I didn't know what he was thinking. Actually, even if I see the expression, I don't necessarily know what he's thinking.

"Let's go." He sighed and turned to us.

We walked behind Zhang Yimo, the road here was like a rocky hill, full of stones, and if you didn't walk well, you would fall.

After walking into the stream for about ten minutes, Zhang Yimo led us to climb to a slightly higher rock, where there was another passage into the mountain wall.

We entered the passage and walked, and the feeling in it reminded me of something, like a sentence.

"I follow your rules, but none of this can be known to Nini."

This sentence echoed in the depths of my mind, it seemed to be said like this and it didn't seem to be, who was the person who spoke? My intuition tells me that it is Zhang Yimo, but could these things be fake memories created by that kind of thinking body?

I thought as I walked, and before I knew it, I had been walking for more than half an hour. There seemed to be no end to this road, Zhang Yimo hummed a song without a word along the way, and I inexplicably felt that my eyes were tired, and I fell asleep on the ground.

By the time I woke up, I was lying on that huge bed, in clean white pajamas.

"I'm back!" I sighed. But the strange thing is that I don't know where this bedroom is, the previous cave was in Tibet, and there are coordinates and latitude and longitude that can be marked, so why am I glad to be back here? There is a problem with my three views.

Who changed my clothes, who gave me a bath, if it was Zhang Yimo, then what was my relationship with him?

In one of the two memories, one has him, and he plays a gentle and considerate person in that memory, and such a person will generally fall in love with him. I admit that this Zhang Yimo in front of me has a gentlemanly demeanor, but he is a bit unfathomable to me, and he and I are both related to the transformation organization, so what is his identity.

What about me, was I a crazy person too? What are you going to do with the crazy transformation of those people?

That's right! The one who leads!

I thought of this and hurriedly got up and walked over, reached out to open the bedroom door but stopped, should I go to the living room? Den? Kitchen? Or something else? Where is Zhang Yimo?

I just realized that I didn't know anything about this Zhang Yimo.

Just as I was stunned, the bedroom door opened, and a long staircase descended from it. Zhang Yimo stood at the door and looked at me stunned, hurriedly came in and turned around and closed the door behind him.

"What's wrong?" He asked me.

"What about the guy you brought out?" I asked.

"I told him to do something. Are you looking for him? He turned to open the door again, and it was already the living room outside.

I went out and sat on the couch, and now it's night, and I don't know which side of the globe it is, and the clock on the wall shows that it's 11:20 p.m.

Zhang Yimo sat next to me, picked up the strange fruit on the coffee table and ate it.

"What are you bringing that guy out for? Who is he? I asked. To be honest, I didn't feel embarrassed to sit with him like this, probably because I've been there for a while, so I'm used to it.

"He's one of those who keeps you the status quo." Zhang Yimo turned on the TV on the wall with the remote control, and the TV was broadcasting the evening news of the United States, so this is the United States?

"I think it's weird, according to what you said, if the people who remember me can stay the way I am, then I just need to run around and make people remember me." I supported my head with my hands and sat up cross-legged.

"This world has the rules of this world, no one will appear out of thin air, those who maintain your status quo, their memories have all the fragments of your memories from birth to the present, which add up to make up the current you. In other words, the way you are is actually a reflection of their memories. Zhang Yimo explained, switching TV shows at the same time.

"So what kind of being am I? I'm just everyone's memory? So who are you talking to now? "I don't understand.

"You're still you, it's just that your identity has been taken away. If they were someone else, they would be fine even if their identity was taken away, because they belonged to a part of this world. ”

"You mean I'm not part of this world? What does that mean? "I'm even more confused.

"It doesn't mean anything, I'm just talking about the rules of this world." He handed me a fruit for me to eat, and I shook my head and refused. I can't eat, I don't have much appetite.

"What is Ah Cheng, who is also a reformed human organization?" I mind this very much, the man who texted in another memory, what is his purpose?

"Ah Cheng?" Zhang Yimo was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized that he said: "Oh, you said him, he and..." ”

I looked at him and I knew he was hiding a lot of things, and he knew the names of those people for sure, but didn't tell me, why?

"Can you tell me about me?" I asked him.

"But I wish you didn't remember." He said.

"I'll remember sooner or later."

"But not now."

The conversation ended because he kissed me.

The next morning, the sun woke me up through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I sat up and stretched, Zhang Yimo didn't know where to go.

I went back to my bedroom, took a shower, and then opened the door again and went to the library.

I walked straight up to the two-handed sword, the goat's head in its gauntlet flickering, and whispers began to ring around me.

"Tea." I shouted at my sword.

The runes on the sword glowed green from the bottom to the top, and then the eye sockets of the sheep's head also lit up with green light, and the sword body emitted an emerald green mist-like light, and a voice seemed to come from a long distance.

"Who's there?"

I looked behind the iron gate, and there was nothing.

"You have experienced the Zhangzhung era, tell me, what is the relationship between that era and the current Zhangzhung civilization." I say.

"Who are you?" The voice began to move closer, and then a gust of wind surrounded me with a green light like mist, "You don't belong here. ”

"Tell me." I stick to my own questions.

"The affairs of Orlant have nothing to do with you." The sound faded away, as did the wind and light around them.

I didn't give up, and reached for the hilt of my sword, only to be knocked to the ground by an invisible force.

Forget it, I'll take a look at it in the library.

No longer fighting with the sword, I found a few books whose names I didn't even know and took them away, then sat in the living room and read, and when I was hungry, I went to eat and take what I wanted. There are always so many good things to eat in the kitchen, and I can't get enough to eat.

Among the books I had in my hand was one about religion, one was a biography of Magellan, and one was about the cuisine of the five countries of Orlante. Isn't Banka Buka all on the map? They even have good food!

I don't have much to do anyway, I don't know where this is, and I don't know where the people who remember me are. Time seems to be limited, but it's abundant. I took the book to the kitchen, there were a lot of strange ingredients in the kitchen, and when I chatted with Zhang Yimo, he said that the food he ate here was all Olante things, I guessed the names of these ingredients, tried to find the corresponding things in the book, and then followed the production process step by step. After three hours, I made two dishes, the crispy bird platter and the demusche fruit.

Enthusiastically brought the two dishes to the living room, only to find that Zhang Yimo and a man were sitting on a small wooden table outside the door talking. It made me a little embarrassed, I didn't know what he was talking about there, but apparently my presence interrupted their conversation.

"Here you are." The man got up to say hello to me, he seemed to know me, but I didn't know him.

I put down the two dishes in my hand, smiled at him awkwardly, Zhang Yimo came in, walked up to me, looked at my dishes and said, "It seems that we don't need to prepare another dinner." ”

The man followed, with a happy look on his face. I glanced at Zhang Yimo, and he said to the man, "Liu Jiujiu, you go and take out the bowl." ”

The man opened the bedroom door with ease, and when he went to the kitchen, Zhang Yimo sat down and said to me: "His name is Liu Jiujiu, I have seen you before, you can understand the others slowly." ”

I nodded and sat quietly, he looked at my dish with a strange smile on his face. Maybe the look I made is not so delicious, but it shouldn't be too bad, I remember that I cooked for Xiao Yu for three months, and both memories are like this, it shouldn't be wrong.

Liu Jiujiu came out with the dishes and chopsticks, and the first chopsticks went down to the crispy bird. Crispy Bird is a dish made by Sauce Crispy Bird with Banle, Banle is a fruit, and Crispy Bird is a flying bird as big as a chicken, with bright red skin. The book says that the taste is sweet and spicy, but I haven't tasted it, so I don't know how it tastes.

"Hmm... This red shimmer isn't ripe. Liu Jiujiu chewed the meat and frowned and said, "The taste of Qiu Guo didn't come out." ”

Zhang Yimo also got off the chopsticks, and he picked up Demu Shiguo and put it in a bowl to eat. Demu is also a bird, the whole is light blue, and Shiguo is a fruit the size of a grain of rice, with a slightly bitter taste, and the two ingredients are made by grilling and honey to make a very simple taste.

Zhang Yimo took a bite, stopped for a while, and then took a sip of water and swallowed it directly into his stomach, without chewing. What a strange way he had to eat.

"What, isn't that special pig bird ripe either?" Liu Jiujiu asked Zhang Yimo gloatingly. I was a little confused by what they said, they probably didn't know that these two things were in the Orlante food book.

"Nini, why do you think you're going to cook?" Zhang Yimo wiped his mouth and asked me.

"I flipped to a book on Orlante cuisine, and if I'm idle anyway, I'll try it." I said that I picked up the food with chopsticks and ate it, and both tasted strange...

"Oh, it's not easy for you to make Orlante food, I'll see what other food is recorded in that book." Liu Jiujiu's eyes widened in surprise, and I put the book on the dining table, and he reached out and took it. The two dishes were written on the same page in the book, and I made a bookmark with a napkin, and he flipped through it.

"Crispy Bird Spell... Demu Shiguo... Well, it's been a long time since I've eaten something like this. What two dishes did you make? Liu Jiujiu looked carefully at the other records in the book.

"It's the crispy bird spell and the fruit of Demu's time." I said lightly, questioning my cooking skills.

"Huh?" Zhang Yimo and Liu Jiujiu looked at me in unison, and then they began to laugh, Zhang Yimo got up and led us into the bedroom, and the door was opened in the house I bought in Fog City.

"Let's go, go eat something." Zhang Yimo walked to the wardrobe in the bedroom, opened the wardrobe and took out a coat to put on, this house was bought by me in another memory, why is there his clothes?

"What's wrong with my dish?" I asked.

"Nothing, good." Zhang Yimo turned around and gave me a big smile.

"You've used the wrong ingredients, and if it weren't for us, you might have poisoned a few people." Liu Jiujiu laughed and said, Zhang Yimo glanced at him and stopped talking.

The city center of the foggy city, the People's Liberation Monument.

"I remember something unpleasant happening to me here before." Liu Jiujiu said.

"Gallus won't care." Zhang Yimo patted Liu Jiujiu's weight loss and said. I don't know what they're talking about and don't bother to ask. There were a lot of people on the street, and we wandered around for a while, and Liu Jiujiu said that there was a delicious noodle here, and we followed him.

The noodle restaurant is small and the environment is very poor, but there are a lot of people. We squatted at the door with the noodles in hand and started eating, chatting as we ate.

"Nini, what do you know about Orlante?" Liu Jiujiu asked me.

"Not much, I've read a little bit in books." I stirred the noodles.

"It's a pity that I can't let you see it now. I can tell you though, as long as you want to know. He chewed the noodles in his mouth and said, "I'll always be on your side." ”

"And do you know about the Transhuman Organizations?" I asked.

"I know, Zhang Yimo said that you don't remember."

"I don't want her to remember if she could." Zhang Yimo said: "I will guarantee that those who remember you are alive, for me, this is enough." ”

I was silent, and it seemed that if those people lived, I would be alive, and it didn't matter if I had a so-called identity or not. I don't remember the ties and hatreds I had, and like a blank slate, I could choose the life I wanted. So what do I want in life?

To eat a bowl of noodles, we went to the riverside. There were people fishing by the river, and we sat on the reef and watched the sunset shine on the river. I don't like the sight of the shining, I don't like the feeling that the day is about to pass.

We talked a lot, about things about the Orlant era. At that time, the people were Banka Buka, they didn't just open maps, they also loved life and everything God gave them. But beauty is not always eternal, war still broke out, as new places were discovered, differences between different cultures, distorted beliefs, the seeds of war were planted in the hearts of every Orlante creature, they delusionally imagined a world together, but the world was God's, and God did not allow disagreements to happen, so the originally peaceful world gradually became full of exclusivity. God blesses every living being who submits to Him, and this blessing is called identity, and only those who have the blessing can survive in God's world, that is, the land of Orlante, while others who are not blessed will disappear from the face of the earth.

"Is my identity a blessing from God?" Back in the bedroom, I was tired all day, soaking in the bath and looking at the bamboo leaves blown by the evening breeze, Zhang Yimo was also in the pool. He looked at the moon in the gap in the bamboo shadow, and his expression was solemn. The hot springs are full of steam, and his sturdy body looks particularly charming against the background of the moonlight and mist.

"Your identity is not so simple, but now that Liu Jiujiu is willing to help, then things will be a little easier." He turned his head to look at me, and the shadow of the water flickered in his eyes, which felt familiar, as if I had looked at him as I had done it too.

"Did you play any role in my life before I lost my memory?" I looked a little dazed, and unconsciously asked what was in my heart.

"It never changed, as it does now."

As he spoke, the man had already arrived. It may be that the water in the hot spring is too hot, that the moon in the sky is too full, that the wind is blowing just right, or that the night is too beautiful. His kisses were always so tender, and I seemed to melt into his arms.

Such a night, such a he, makes me feel familiar. I didn't even know if I could trust him, but under his arm made me surrender myself.

The exhausting night made me sleep deeply for more than ten hours, and when I woke up again, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

Zhang Yimo came in from outside, carrying a bag of clothes in his hand.

"Are you awake?" Zhang Yimo put the bag next to the bed and leaned down to look at me. His hand was in my hair, and for a moment I wanted to spend it like this forever.

I nodded, sat up, he touched my cheek, and then pulled out a long black silk dress from the bag.

"Tonight we're going to meet another person who remembers you." He said.

"Was the leader last time on this list too?" I mean, does he have a memory about my survival? Zhang Yimo nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'm here." ”

"But my hair—" I touched my short hair, it did grow a little, but it didn't even reach my shoulders.

"It's okay." His gentle kisses always soothe me.

I washed up and changed into a skirt, which was so long that I had to put on heels. Zhang Yimo had already prepared a pair of black heels, the heels were a little worn, and I put them on just right for a good time.

"Every time you put on these shoes, you step on something." Zhang Yimo looked at the shoes on my feet and said with a smile.

"These are my shoes?" I asked.

"Otherwise, would I have another woman here?" He walked up behind me and helped me straighten my dress.

"Who the hell are you?" I really want to know what he is to me. Here are my clothes and shoes, and I'm gradually finding some familiar feeling here, why is that?

He suddenly put his face close to my neck and whispered in my ear, "Who do you want me to be?" ”

I turned to look at him, his damn eyes were driving me crazy, I wish he was someone I could trust, I wish he was someone I could rely on, but I hope just I hope that what kind of person he is, I don't know at all.

He lifted my chin with his fingers and gently pressed his lips up. A polite kiss, then looked me in the eye and said softly, "We're almost late." ”

When I went out and got in the car, the driver was Master Liu. The car was lengthened, there were drinks and wine in the car, I didn't drink anything, and along the way looked out the window at the view of the city.

"Where is this?" I asked.

"Demon Capital." He replied.

I have his memories of him being from Modu. But will there be anyone here who will remember me?

The car stopped at a villa area, Master Liu got out of the car and opened the door for Zhang Yimo, and Zhang Yimo came over to open the door for me. This time we were going to a birthday party, and he didn't tell me whose birthday it was, and we didn't bring gifts.

I put on a mask that covered the left side of my face, the mask was black and had feathers sticking to it. I walked into a gray villa with Zhang Yimo, who was straight in a suit, and before I entered the door, I could see that there were many people at the gate. When we entered, no one took us along, they were all dressed in ceremonial dresses, but the whole villa was smoky, like the environment of a nightclub, some people were singing on the stage set up in the hall, and others were shaking their bodies with wine glasses. It's four o'clock in the afternoon, and it feels like eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening.

Zhang Yimo put me in a window place, and then went to get a drink. Within a minute of his departure, a man came up to me and spoke.

"Why are you here?" The man was a little chubby and tilted his head at me with a wine glass and a look of disgust on his face.

"Who are you?" I looked directly at him as I searched my memory for memories of the man. No.

"Hey" the man came closer, he smelled of dog food. "Listen, there's no need for people like you here, let's go somewhere else to solicit business." As he spoke, he poured the wine in his hand on me. I dodged sideways, reached out and grabbed the man's hand, and pulled his five fingers back hard, and he grabbed me with his other hand, and I grabbed his other hand in the same way, and he fell to his knees, and I kicked him in the crotch, and then reached out and grabbed his head and pushed it against his knees, and he fell completely down.

The surroundings were chaotic, and I put this man in without causing panic. I pulled the man by the leg to a quiet room, closed the door, tied the sheet to the man's hands and neck, and woke him up with a few slaps.

"Son of a bitch!" The man woke up and saw me, dazed and cursed.

"Where have you seen me?" I stepped on his crotch with my heeled feet and pulled the sheets around his neck with my hands. As long as I push a little harder, no matter which one it is, it will make him feel painful.

"Fuck you." The man tried to reach out and pull the sheet around his neck, but found that his hands were also tied, and I stepped on his foot with a little force, and he cried out in pain. "Grass you ancestor!"

"If you step on it, you won't even have a chance to be a straw dog." I continued to push hard, and he began to beg for mercy.

"Where have you seen me?" I asked.

"Last week, I went to meet you on the West Road, and I asked you how much it was, and you said you should have a meal. As a result, I went to the toilet and you ran away and stole Lao Tzu's money. The man said.

"Then why did you let me go? Shouldn't you ask me to pay back the money and then beat me up? "I asked, if it were me, I'd be like that.

"Today is the boss's birthday, and all the people who come are people with heads and faces." He explained.

"What do you do?" I asked.

"I'm telling you, you won't be able to get out of this house." The man saw that my strength was weak, and he began to curse again.

I slammed my foot hard, and he screamed in pain.

"What do you do? What's your boss's name? ”

"Auntie, I'm a driver, nothing at all." He cried and begged for mercy.

"What's your boss's name?" I continued to ask, the strength under my feet getting stronger.

"Momomomo, Momodai." He leaned back, and his face turned red from the sheets in my hand.

I squeezed my feet, the slender heels of my shoes stomped through his skin and into the flesh, and he cried out and fainted. I threw away the sheet in my hand and turned to get ready to go out.

The boss here is Modai, and the man said he saw me here last week, and said I stole his money... What the heck? Was he sure he was right?

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a person outside the door preparing to enter. This person and I looked at each other, and I recognized it immediately.

"Xiao Yu?" I was a little surprised why he was here.

Xiao Yu didn't say much and pushed me into the room, then turned around and closed the door.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Yu asked me, my eyes had already seen the unconscious man on the ground.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"Are you alone?" He asked me. I was wary, and he asked me in this place, in this tone, to show that he must know something.

At this moment, the door opened, and Zhang Yimo walked in from outside.

"So you're here?" Zhang Yimo walked over with a smile, naturally glanced at the man on the ground, and then turned to Xiao Yu and said, "I think I can take care of her." ”

"Before he comes, you guys go quickly, I don't want to make trouble at this time." After Xiao Yu finished speaking, he turned around and went out. Zhang Yimo looked at the man on the ground and said, "Look, whatever I say, I will always step on something." Then he put his arm around my waist and walked out of the room.

"You're here to see Moday?" I asked him. It was this Modai who gave me false memories.

"Leave him alone for now, we're going to see another person." He bowed his head and whispered in my ear.

The banquet was held at six o'clock in the courtyard of the villa, and now at half past five, we were still shuttling around the house.

"Do you see the woman over there?" He said, "The one in the red dress, we're going to see her." I looked up in the direction he said, and it was a middle-aged woman, unlike the others, standing there quietly, with no one approaching around.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"You'll find out in a moment."

We walked straight over and noticed that the reason why there was no one around the middle-aged woman was because she had a circle of bodyguards in suits standing nearby with their hands behind their backs.

Zhang Yimo took me over, and when the woman saw that Zhang Yimo was about to say something, she suddenly saw me and her expression became joyful.

"Thank goodness you're okay." She looked at me with her hands on my face with tears in her eyes.

"I guess for her safety, let's leave first." Zhang Yimo always had a smile on his face.

The surrounding circle of bodyguards escorted us out, and then the middle-aged woman got into Zhang Yimo's car with me.

"You're—" I don't know who she is, and my memory doesn't give me any memory of this woman.

"Silly boy, I'm your mother." The woman looked at my face with the mask off and was a little emotional. Zhang Yimo handed us cigarettes, and we lit them. From this point of view, it is possible that she is my mother, and I can't imagine that I was born in that kind of elegant family.

"Why are you here?" I asked. I don't remember her, I don't remember past emotions.

"Because..."She glanced at Zhang Yimo, changed her mouth shape, and then said, "Young Master Zhang said that he would meet me here." ”

I glanced at Zhang Yimo, and he smiled at me.

The car drove back to the place where we came out, which was a café, Zhang Yimo pushed the door and let us in, and inside was the bedroom.

"Is this the Vertical Dwelling?" She said it was my mom, and I'll call her mom after that. When she entered the room, she exclaimed, "I didn't expect me to have such an honor to meet." Then she looked at Zhang Yimo again.

"I'm going to find something to eat." Zhang Yimo turned around and walked out of the room.

Mom and I sat on the edge of the bed, the room was wide but there were no chairs. She looked around the room, then looked at me with relief and said, "It's good that you're here." She was as happy as seeing her daughter marry into a wealthy family.

"Isn't our family also rich?" I'd like to confirm what I'm remembering.

"Silly boy, money can't get these things." She said.

"This house is called Zonghengju, is it because you can go wherever you want?" I asked.

"Yes, the principle of this house is much more complicated than the portal, and what Young Master Zhang built can't be measured by money. I've only heard about it, but I didn't expect to have the opportunity to come in. She said a little excited, it seems that this Zhang Yimo is a great person in my mother's heart.

"How do you know I live here?" I didn't say I lived here, but she did.

"You have always lived with Young Master Zhang, legend has it that Young Master Zhang lives in Zonghengju, you live with him, don't you live in this house?" Mom asked me about it instead.

"When did I live with him?" I asked.

"You've lived with him since you were a child." Mom's answer surprised me very much.

"Am I not in Italy?" I asked, puzzled.

"You live in this house, you can go anywhere you want." My mom replied that she seemed to feel that I was normal everywhere because I lived in this house.

According to what she said, I remembered the study in Italy, which Zhang Yimo opened without using a key, which is really suspicious.

"Why did I live with him?" I think back to those diaries, are those fake? The last time I went back, I didn't look through the diary.

My mother was about to answer me, when Zhang Yimo came in from outside the door.

"Ladies, how about we have a full stomach and then talk?" He let us go out to eat.

That's the end of the conversation, and after that Mom hasn't mentioned it, about transforming people, about anything else, including Gal, she avoids mentioning it. Our small talk became awkward.

After the meal, she was sent by Master Liu to rest in another room in the house where the living room was located. I sat on the beach, my feet in the water, thinking about things.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yimo came over and sat next to me.

"Why should I live here with you?" I asked him directly.

"Because this is your home." He's dodging my question.

"What is my relationship with you?" I could tell from my mother's tone that Zhang Yimo had won her heart.

"In this world?" He asked me with a smile.

"Yes, in this world." I looked at him and asked him to answer very seriously.

"We were engaged when you were five years old." He looked at me with a soft smile on his face.