On the way from the industrial zone to the city, Mr. Lu drove, and Ye Qingyun and Cheng Jiayi sat side by side in the back seat. Because of the concealment of their identities, the two can only maintain a certain distance from each other.

I don't know what the reason is, Mr. Lu can't turn on the air conditioner when he drives, so Cheng Jiayi had to open the window wide, prop his elbows on the window, and look sideways at the green trees outside the window one by one.

The color of the sky slowly dissolves from the red of the setting sun to a deep dark blue.

Her heart was empty, but unusually calm.

The depression that was disturbed by those curses some time ago was finally swept away at this moment.

Instead, there is a large area of numbness, because I don't pursue many things, and suddenly I have a feeling of being loveless.

It's a bad feeling.

Her left hand rested on the black leather seat between them, unconsciously tapping like a piano.

Ye Qingyun stared at her slender and white fingers like green onions, showed a doting smile, looked up and saw the back of her long hair and fluffy head, and finally couldn't help but reach out and rub it, and her low voice sounded faintly: "What are you thinking?" ”

Cheng Jiayi let his palm clasp behind his head and shook his head gently.

Mr. Lu probably saw their movements in the rearview mirror, and joked with a smile: "Your brother and sister have such a good relationship, it reminds me of my ...... with my sister when I was a child."

Then came a flurry of memories.

Cheng Jiayi listened, her thoughts drifted away, and she didn't know if when she reached that age, she would remember the years like Mr. Lu, and people with such a poor memory like her, I don't know how many years I can remember when the time comes.

The point of poor memory, it's quite scary to think about it, although it's not as strict as amnesia, and people who have met it since childhood generally remember it, but many important turning points are like being broken after being drunk, and there is no impression at all.

She can remember when she was in elementary school, her uncle traveled abroad and came back and gave her a gorgeous watch.

The bronzed watch studded with diamonds was a luxury that could not be bought in China at the time, and the delicate flap was made in the shape of a crown, which she couldn't put down.

As a result, on the first day, on the way to show my mother, I accidentally fell and broke my watch.

The blood on his knees and the broken straps are all vivid.

But she couldn't remember when and how her uncle died.

She can remember when she was in high school, playing rock-paper-scissors with Shu Hang in an online game, two five-headed cartoon characters waving obviously slightly larger hands, she won his scissors with her fists, and then he playfully typed out a line of "the winner treats", the happy expression on her face.

But she couldn't remember how the dense black dots on her wrists came from that year.

In fact, she used to write a diary, but most of it seemed to be sad things, so she never thought to look at it again.

After graduating from college, she entrusted two large boxes of diaries to her parents, who probably still cherish them for her, but she won't read them, and once seemed to define those as "memorials for forgetting", and wrote them down just to make herself forget.

So, was her memory trained by herself to be what she is now, or is there some other reason? (To be continued.) )