"Essays on Poetry and Rebellion" on the morning of March 22

It's not so much the boredom of three people as it is my boring Friday, choosing to sit in the bookstore downstairs.

Because I was used to the tea room of the Western-style house, the living room at my aunt's house didn't feel like that...... In my impression, drinking tea should be the kind of place with full English windows and plenty of natural light.

As for the bookstore's second anniversary, although it has nothing to do with me, it makes me sigh when I can go home, but the series of troubles involved in the slime incident are indeed caused by me.

So I was banned from writing by my brother and sister Weiyang for a week.

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Seeing that Weiyang on the other side was calmly turning the pages of the book, while Xia Han next to her was pretending to do his homework, Qingyi naturally couldn't stand this leisure, she crossed her arms and looked like she was going to be angry at any time. Needless to say, it was the unreasonable and inexplicable accident that reassured her.

Enigmatic ideas kept pouring out of Kiyoichi's head, but unfortunately she didn't have a chance to put them into practice.

She decided to take her anger out on one person.

Because the opportunity is rare, I want to complain about this person. As for why the opportunity is rare, in fact, she doesn't know, anyway, she won't lose a piece of meat.

"Ah, congratulations, Sister Weiyang, after a week of training, she is already an eighth-stage magician, and if you work hard, you can be promoted to a quasi-magician." Qingyi smiled and opened the conversation.

"Thank you." He flipped through the pages without raising his head.

"Anyway, I'm also a two-stage engraver, okay?" Xia Han added dissatisfiedly. (Anyway, it's still a very low grade.) ）

The puffing Seiichi squeezed out a smile in the next second.

"You see that you and your brother have improved, so let me write, I promise to write some positive energy, okay? For example, my brother is a singer? ”

"Spare me......" Hearing this, Xia Han's brain immediately fell into a state of chaos like the stars dancing, and he fell to the table with a plop.

Unmoved, Weiyang closed the book with his white fingers, it was a book bound in printer paper, strangely not the usual coated paper cover, but a box inlaid with dark blue gemstones, and the box had no title on it.

Weiyang put the book in the box, looked up suddenly, and retreated a little.

"What's wrong?" Looking at Qingyi's trembling appearance, Weiyang's eyes turned around in confusion.

"What is this?" Qing Yihao continued to ask.

"Well, my master's friend lent it to me, and I'm going to send it back after reading it." Weiyang turned over and asked Xia Han, "It's you, when will we train together again?" ”

"I didn't intend to be a great magician."

You don't have to rely entirely on force to carry out your beliefs, right?

"Then brother, do you want to turn on the reasoning mode?" Seiichi propped up excitedly.

"No, no, no......"

Saying this, Xia Han suddenly turned his gaze to the golden ring-shaped bookmark on the side of the box, and his vision spun.

By the way, when Master left her suitcase in her room in the Western-style Pavilion, she also found an identical bookmark on the table, and the words inlaid on the ring could even be memorized silently.

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Sure enough, I still can't remember it.

"What are you looking at?" Weiyang asked.

"This bookmark...... I think I've seen it somewhere. ”

"This is a salted fish sent by this bookstore for an event, haven't you noticed that there is one on every table?"

Xia Han immediately stood up, looked around with frightened eyes, and then sat down again.

"Hey," Weiyang patted Xia Han on the shoulder, "Did you really start the reasoning mode with your sister's words?" ”

The two looked at Seiichi together with a questioning look.

"Look at what I'm doing...... I don't know, I'll just talk about it......" Qingyi, who was busy arguing in his mouth, was actually already carried away.

However, Xia Han picked up the bookmark and froze his eyes all of a sudden.

"Weiyang ......"

The two looked over together.

On the front reads, "I found you in the dark. 】

On the back is written, "But you will never belong to me. 】

"Sure enough, it must be the guest at the previous table who left a message for us, it must be some clue!" Kiyochi added excitedly.

Is there really a problem? Who is this man looking for? Found it and doesn't belong to him?

Several question marks swirled overhead, and finally assembled into an oversized question mark.

He immediately went to the other table, picked up the bookmarks piece by piece, and put them back one by one, only to find that both sides were blank.

It seems that this matter is extraordinary, and it can only be related to one person so far.

"Qingyi, if you are verbose again, I will join forces with Weiyang to lock you up, reason and reason, reason about your size!"

As he spoke, Xia Han was furious.

I know how neurotic Qingyi is.,But the brain waves aren't so powerful that they are.,It's just a coincidence.,Isn't it just a bookmark......

"Then I'd like to say a few words!" Seiichi finally couldn't hold back his anger.

But he asked Weiyang.

"Sister Weiyang gives people the feeling that she doesn't like to read at all, it stands to reason that a long-haired sister like Sister Weiyang should be popular in the class, with a cheerful personality and sociability, and she will call her friends to visit the mall together on holidays, right? Why do you have to be alone in the activity room reading like that little girl with short hair and gloomy glasses? Yes? Also, isn't the Faculty of Literature supposed to be boring and boring? I didn't dare to sign up for so many activities. Are you two really not going to hang out? Such a nice sun......"

"Isn't it you going to stay at home?" Xia Han and Weiyang blinked together.

I can't wait to go out with Weiyang. Besides, you've read too many novels and anime, who said that if you love to read, you have to be a little girl with short hair and gloomy glasses? Is.

"Qingyi, you guessed wrong," Weiyang continued after beckoning the waiter for tea, "I guess reading is not because I like to read, but because of the lack of the past." ”

"Missing?"

"In my grandfather's words, my past and present are not exactly on the same line, although the past is fading, just like this book." Weiyang calmly patted the box.

For me, there is no point in continuing life according to normal logic, so there is no need to label myself, not to mention that everyone is multi-faceted, since I can't even face the future and parting, and the past is no longer my past, then I can only continue to live as [Weiyang].

Even the self cannot be judged, so there are only some difficult ways to confirm the existence of the self.

Books are one of them, and looking at other people's histories is like going through so much like her, and that's enough, and I will gradually think of those times that I have forgotten.

And the conclusion is.

The moment is me.

"Therefore, if we can't find you, the world will come to an end. I understand that the owner of the bookmark is trying to make us ...... At least remember the moment. ”

"That's just self-determination." After complaining, Qingyi pursed his lips dissatisfiedly, "It's not good that Sister Weiyang is always so sentimental, I've read too many books." ”

"Sort of." Weiyang replied with a smile, "And, even if anyone tells me one day that he can give me back my lost memories, I will refuse." ”

After speaking, Weiyang looked directly at Xia Han, who was sitting on the side, and his eyes met.

This kind of vision is not the kind of temptation, nor is it an invitation, but more like a smile ready to break up at any time.

Some people believe that recording memories with photos, texts, or even video cameras can become eternal, and that at some point they can flip through photo albums and use these things to confirm their existence.

Weiyang denied this statement.

"In my opinion," Weiyang said, "the so-called eternity is something that cannot be measured, just like time, sometimes a moment is also eternal, and the method of measurement is ......."

He smiled and pointed to his heart.

Why are you so gentle all of a sudden?

Xia Han lowered his head and realized that he had been holding Weiyang's hand with too much force, and she didn't complain about the pain.

She stared at Xia Han intently, and nodded slowly,

"Thank you, Xia Han."

Xia Han grunted and swallowed his saliva, did I do something wrong?

"Hello, are you Miss Xu?" It's like a voice in response to something.

A middle-aged uncle in a crisp suit appeared at the table.