It's late autumn, the temperature plummets, and the occasional autumn breeze brings a hint of coolness.

The orange and yellow dead leaves hang on the green plants on both sides of the street, and it looks particularly bleak when the cold rages and fights against the falling.

On the cold and iron-green cement road, a long and thin figure strolled alone.

It seemed to be a young man, but he was wearing an outdated army-green coat that did not fit the times, and his clothes were covered with dust and dirt, and in some places even showed a little dirty black cotton wool, which was very shabby.

But he didn't care at all, and held an equally dilapidated small wooden box tightly in his arms, and his arms firmly protected the wooden box on his chest.

The wooden box was some years old, and Zhou's body was full of traces of time, heavy, and seemed to be full of things.

The man's back was straight, his steps were sonorous and powerful, like a soldier who had been trained all year round, his legs were straight with every step, and the distance he took was exactly the same.

But if you look closely, you will find that there is a touch of stiffness in his pace, like a doll with rusty joints, which does not have the naturalness and stretch of normal humans.

The streets were full of people, but no one noticed the strange man, and everyone seemed to be blind and ignored him.

The two women who were familiar with each other face-to-face and chatted about homely things did not notice that at a certain moment, a figure passed in front of them, still chatting about the east and west families very naturally.

Occasionally, he chased and played children on the street, laughing and inadvertently passing by strange men, and he only tried to avoid the crowd while protecting the wooden box in his arms.

Lonely walked along the corner of the concrete road, his gray pupils without the slightest light, godless and empty.

He's looking for someone.

A very important person.

In fact, a long, long time ago, he was also looking for someone.

How long has it been?

Long to ...... He didn't know how long it was......

Countless cold and summer comings and goings, countless springs and summers, autumn harvests and winter hiding, he wandered alone in all parts of the world.

There seems to be something wrong with his brain, he doesn't have a lot of energy, and he doesn't remember many things.

He didn't remember who he was, he didn't remember how he got to where he was, he couldn't remember anything about what had been before.

The only thing I remember is who he seems to have made a pact, a very important pact.

So what is the content of the agreement?

The strange man stopped, trying to remember with a blank face, racking his brains, but still couldn't remember anything.

Maybe if you find the person you agreed with, you can remember it.

Thinking so, he continued to open his legs.

Some time ago, he met a man.

It was a very special person, and he didn't know how to describe it, but he felt very familiar to him, unlike everyone else.

He is a puppet, with no sense of touch, no pain, and no superfluous feelings.

But when I met that person, a lot of emotions that had been silent for many years kept surging outward uncontrollably.

Your heart beats faster, you feel sour when you think of the years you were looking for, you feel happy when you are given a gift, and you feel a little reluctant when you are separated......

Turns out I can ...... too With such a wealth of emotions?

If you continue to follow him, will you be able to remember more of the past?

For the past few days, he had been hiding in a quiet and dark floor, waiting for the man as usual.

He loved it, there was no light, no noise, nothing to disturb him.

You don't have to actively look for it anymore, just wait passively, which is much better than before.

He felt a little satisfied, but also a little surprised.

How long has he not felt this emotion?

The autumn wind blew, sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground, and also blowing the black hair on his forehead that was pressed by the dogskin hat.

The strange man was so engrossed in his mind that he didn't notice in the slightest, and a maroon horse was rampage through the streets.

"Let's go!"

"I'm sorry!"

"I'm sorry!"

On horseback was a young man in a strong suit, who tightened the reins, his face turned pale, and he kept apologizing to the pedestrians on the road.

"Dare to ride a monster on the road with this technique?"

"You can get a driver's license here, huh?"

Pedestrians on the road complained while consciously avoiding the horses.

Scolding and scolding, you should let or you have to let it, otherwise you will be hit by a traffic accident, and you will not be the one who suffers.

The young man on the horse kept apologizing to the passers-by, and his heart was also bitter.

His horse is usually docile and obedient, and he himself has been a veteran driver for several years, but somehow, today this horse is like taking the wrong medicine, completely disobedient.

Fortunately, the road is quite wide, and with his experience and skills, the speed is a little faster, but it is not enough to hit pedestrians.

As soon as I finished thinking about it, there was a loud "bang".

The strange man who collided with the big horse also came back to his senses in an instant, and subconsciously tried to protect the old wooden box on his chest.

He spun his stiff head quickly, making a series of clicks that seemed to be plastic twisting, and stretched out of his heavy coat pocket with one hand, a kind of doll-like knobular joint on the palm of his hand bursting into a dazzling light in the center of the sun.

A pale inky halo centered around him spread like ripples in all directions. The center of the street is immediately rendered in a subtle yet ornate ink color, like a Chinese painting by a master.

In the ink rendering, they are all losing color rapidly, and only he is still in a body whose color has not been affected in any way, as if isolated from the world.

The sound of traffic in the market seemed to be speeding away, and the man looked nervously at the old wooden box in his arms, and after turning it over several times, he finally found some fallen wood chips in its already decaying corner.

He touched the box distressedly, and slowly turned his head, and gray light flashed in his gray and godless eyes.

......

After hearing the muffled noise, the young man on horseback only felt that the horse under him was stunned, and it seemed that there was a resistance preventing it from moving forward, and due to inertia, he couldn't help but fall off the horse.

The young man let out a trembling exclamation and quickly got up again.

You can't really bump into anything, do you?

I just saw that there was no one, huh?

Anxious in his heart, the young man didn't care about the abrasions on his body, so he hurriedly came to the front of the maroon red horse, looked around left and right, and didn't even let go of the horse's hooves.

After checking it several times, I finally put my mind at ease.

Didn't you hit anything?

So what's going on?

The young man muttered, scratched his head, and turned to look at his mount.

"it!?"

In the sunlight, a group of Trojan horses staggered down the street, their painted bodies reflecting the cold light.

(End of chapter)