It's an ordinary evening, and the impermanent clouds are starting to rain again, but they seem to have a different meaning. The water droplets, which are as thin as mist and as cold as ice, seem to be crying from the sky, and as if they are paying tribute to the past that will be lost.

Ye Qingmian, Yu Hanzi, Bai Diandian, Zhong Ming, and even Ye Qingsha and She Xuan, who were far away in a mysterious organization, all raised their heads in unison, and all the people related to the Gray Palace clearly felt that a memory in their lives was only held by an irresistible force, and then disappeared inch by inch like a fuse that had been ignited.

"My memory..."Ye Qingmian stayed in place in disbelief, he clearly felt that his memory of the Gray Palace proclamation was slowly fading.

Risking the danger to unfold the ability to see through the fate line of the circulating world, countless lines appeared in Ye Qingmian's world, and one of them was slowly disappearing from one end, which should be his memory of the gray palace.

"Kindergarten things... I don't remember at all. ”

The phone rang for a while, although the familiar music had been heard countless times, Ye Qingmian still heard the urgency and nervousness from it this time, and picked up the phone with some uneasiness, it was Yu Hanzi.

"Old Ye, you... Do you feel it? My memories of the Gray House are beginning to fade away. This is... What's going on? I just looked through the photos of us when we were children, do you remember a group photo of us in the first grade? Gone. ”

Yu Hanzi's voice trembled a little, in fact, at this moment, she had to hold the phone with two hands. Otherwise, she may not be able to hold her phone because of excessive nervousness. This kind of forcible erasure of memories from the power of inability to recognize is not something that an ordinary person can bear from the heart.

"I don't know. Ye Qingmian responded numbly.

"I remember if the Grey House proclamation said that if you are killed by someone of the Overseer rank, you will be erased from all traces of existence, including memory. Yu Hanzi felt frightened, but more than that, sad.

"I don't know. Ye Qingmian's eyes were red, this conclusion was not something he could accept, how could he die? He shouldn't have died. What the hell happened?

"What should we do about Lao Ye? What should we do? I don't want to forget the Gray Palace! Why is this happening, do you think I will die like this in the sky, there is no trace left, why, we... How can this be stopped. Yu Hanzi couldn't cry on the other end of the phone, sad, scared, helpless but powerless to change.

"I really don't know. ”

Ye Qingmian hung up the phone, and the whole world was quiet together. At this moment, whether it was the passing crowd around them, or the insects and birds chirping, they were completely ignored. At this moment, Ye Qingmian's mind was blank, and he wanted to think about something clearly, but his thinking was a mess.

It was cold and my fingers were a little stiff. I wanted to move forward, but I found that I couldn't open my legs. In fear and uneasiness, the painful feeling of memory being erased little by little. The first fight with the Gray Palace in elementary school, in Ye Qingmian's clear perception, was a little blurred and disappeared. He knew he had forgotten something important, but he couldn't remember what it was.

"No, why is that. Ye Qingmian looked at the ground in front of him numbly, his eyes were empty, full of disbelief and resistance. The breathing is getting more and more intense, but it doesn't provide more oxygen to think. "Why did you die? ”

Ye Qingmian was very afraid, afraid that he would not be able to stop this process, afraid that he would forget it little by little. The process of being erased has been crushed to junior high school, and then it is high school and college. In the end, I will completely forget that there was such a person called the Gray Palace.

Something happened to the Gray House, and he would be helpless in the last moments. It's a pity that Ye Qingmian not only couldn't be by his side, but he couldn't even fill his grave with a handful of soil afterwards, and even in the end, he didn't even remember his existence. What kind of brother is such a self?

"Why is this happening, who did it? If I forget you, can't I even avenge you?" Ye Qingmian began to feel angry, his fists clenched until he trembled, his eyes were crazy and scary, but no matter what, he couldn't stop the memory from slowly forgetting.

In a corner of the campus, Zhao Duoqing, who was snatched away by Xianyue in the morning, was bored flipping through a book in the study room, but suddenly stood up in a panic, with the same disbelief and shock, but only a few seconds later, the phone was decisively broadcast.

"Hey, I'm Zhao Duoqing. Are you all aware of it?"

"Sure enough..."

"Dawn enters Level 1 alert. ”

"Order 1: All the newcomers collected at the base immediately rush back to the room and immediately open the first-level blockade. ”

"Order 2: All middle and high-level players, no matter where they are, no matter what they are doing, immediately enter the safe reincarnation game space to avoid amnestics. ”

"Order 3: All search teams return to the base, and the special operations team immediately goes out to find and protect Miss Snow Hare's safe return. ”

Hanging up the phone, Zhao Duoqing, who had always been gentle and calm, kicked over the table in front of him, "Who the hell is it?!"

The amnestics continued, and there was not much time left for Zhao Duoqing, frowning and looking up at the window, the light slowly dimmed, the world began to lose color, and soon, Zhao Duoqing entered the reincarnation game space.

Zhong Ming, who returned to the Ming Ning Bu House, sat quietly at the table, his expression still calm, but under this mask of indifference hid the anger of a volcanic eruption.

The Gray House is dead, and he doesn't care. But Fang Qinglime was erased by the Gray Palace not long ago and sealed the future into the Bible, which made him have to care about the life and death of the Gray Palace.

The Gray Palace is alive, and Fang Lime's disappearance is only temporary. But at this moment, the Gray Palace is dead, and Fang Qinglime's fate is completely hopeless. Zhong Ming was gambling, he bet that after the death of the Gray Palace, the erased Fang Lime would reappear, but the quiet mobile phone did not make a single sound.

I can't wait any longer, wait any longer, and when Zhong Ming completely forgets the gray palace notice, I don't know if it will affect his memory of the other party's lime. "Yamaka love, you damn it. ”

The erased memory had reached the time of the first year of high school in the Gray Palace, Ye Qingmian sat weakly on the side of the road, and it was not until this moment that he felt his insignificance. If you can't even protect your own memories, can you still protect the people around you?

The Gray Palace is dead, and he is about to forget about him completely. Will there be a day when there are other relatives around him who will walk into the gray palace to tell the footsteps? Ye Qingsha, Ye Qingyi, Huaweaving, Ye Qingmian laughed miserably, and forgot it cleanly, at least it will not be sad because of this.

Unwillingly, soon. After a while, you will wonder why you are sitting on the side of the road, why are there tears streaming down your face, and your life will go on, not luckily, but pitiful.

Ye Qingmian was very scared, God knows if he had forgotten other particularly important people in addition to the Gray Palace? Has he ever been sad because of this? This feeling of being manipulated at will made Ye Qingmian feel like a puppet, a marionette who is dominated at all times.

It's as if there is a god high up in the sky, and he wants him to remember what he remembers. He didn't want him to remember anything, no matter how important, he could only forget it.

Ye Qingmian opened the memo on his mobile phone and frantically recorded everything he could recall in the Gray Palace.

In the first half of the sophomore year of high school, I skipped school with Gray House to go to the playground, but encountered a cable car failure and was suspended in the air for a whole day.

In the first half of the sophomore year of high school, the gray house stole the final exam papers in advance, and it took one night to make a standard answer, but because he slept too late, he missed the next day's exam.

In the second half of the sophomore year of high school, the girlfriend who was sued by the gray palace confessed to herself and was hospitalized by herself. Go to apologize to the Gray Palace, and he asks which girlfriend it is.

In the first half of the third year of high school...

Damn, I can't remember it anymore, has the progress of memory erasure reached the third year of high school? I can't remember what I experienced with the Gray House in my third year of high school. Ye Qingmian's hand holding the mobile phone trembled violently, and he couldn't control it with all his strength.

Wipe the screen wet with tears with the palm of his hand, desperately trying to record something more. The university, as well as the memory of the university, should be typed out as soon as possible, and it would be good if it could leave a little bit. Freshman year, freshman year enrollment...

In the first half of the sophomore year of high school, I skipped school with Gray House to go to the playground, but encountered a cable car failure and was suspended in the air for a whole day.

This record was clearly reflected in Ye Qingmian's eyes, but it slowly disappeared in his unstoppable despair, as if it had been gently erased by a magical eraser. It was once the memory of Ye Qingmian and the Gray Palace, but now, it no longer belongs to anyone, it only exists in the void that may have been.

The words that had been recorded in the memo turned blank one by one, and it was not only the memory that was erased, but also the last bit of hope that Ye Qingmian wanted to keep everything. Ye Qingmian knew that the spring in Hangzhou was very cold, but it was the first time he knew that it could be so cold that it was painfully cold, and it was so cold that it was cold to the bone marrow.

He knew that no matter what he did, he would not prevent the memory from disappearing, and everything that the Gray House told him would be buried. Ye Qingmian only hoped that this process would be slower, slower, even if it really hurt, let his memory be in his mind, and it would be good to stay for a while.

In the early winter of that year, when I met the Gray Palace, it was the early sun and evening dream, and I was in a hurry.

The love is getting thicker, the tears are getting thicker, and the rain is hazy. I am only afraid of the body and memories, and bury the void.

Tears kept falling, knowing that the man had tears and didn't flick, but the pain of the memory being torn and erased was more desperate than the fragmentation of the body.

For the first time, I felt so powerless, that money and power could not protect the most precious things. Countless negative emotions collapsed towards me like a mountain.

Ye Qingmian gave up struggling, and he was atheistic at the moment kneeling on the ground reverently, looking up at the clouds where the gods lived in the mythical story. He knew it was useless, but now he could console himself, maybe all he could do was a miracle that didn't exist.

"Whoever it is, please, please don't let my memories slip away. ”