The pizza strongly recommended by Gong Chen did not make Yu Siqi feel any special texture and taste, on the contrary - as a fresh food tasted for the first time, it was like ordinary food, it was not particularly good, but it could also be eaten.

However, as a fast food of 25 yuan a piece, Yu Siqi felt that he might not go to that cake shop to consume in his life.

Cleaned up the pizza scraps on the table and threw the trash into the trash can that had already dried. Yu Siqi leisurely leaned back in the chair and watched the phone being charged, the recent tiredness had been pulling his whole body, and he didn't feel any signs of attenuation of his sleepiness even though he had taken extra sleep.

This feeling of exhaustion made him really too lazy to turn on the computer, anyway, there are no noteworthy single-player games recently, so it is better to wash up early and go to bed.

However, when he actually lay down on the refreshing and comfortable mat, the sleepiness in his mind was swept away, leaving only a large empty aftertaste, as if his mind had inadvertently thrown away all the contents inside.

Looking at the pitch-black ceiling and feeling the dust that occasionally fell upstairs with the residents' movements, Yu Siqi thought of the bag that Gong Chen gave him.

Neither the inkwell nor the "roots" were apparently anything special, but the bundle of things that were so tightly bundled seemed to be worth exploring.

Thinking of this, the thoughts in my head began to become clear. It was as ironic as if figuring out what was more important than his own sleep.

It wasn't hard to sit up from the bed quickly, and fumbling for the lamp switch from the darkness wasn't something to pay special attention to, the only surprise was that he was so eager that his calves twitched suddenly.

A heart-piercing pain made him cling to the inside of his calf, and he didn't dare to move at all.

When the labor pain subsided, Yu Siqi carefully patted his calf, feeling that he might be too lacking in exercise. So that such a sudden sitting up will have such an accident, and if you have the opportunity, you should really go to the Green Mountain community to run a few laps, just like the landlord.

But the landlord has a sister to accompany him, but he can only be alone, and he is really a little jealous when he thinks about it.

Forget it, that's not something to care about right now.

Grabbed the paper bag from the table and poured out all the contents.

Yu Siqi carefully examined these items again, and the inkwell that dried up under the light of the light emitted a strange light, making people feel that there might be some poison hidden in it.

Think too much.

Those two trunks of unknown plants are a bit like branches that have been forcibly broken off by others, and they may also be thousand-year-old ginseng.

And the pile of newspapers, which were tied up by cow tendons, were spread out one by one on the small table.

Yu Siqi didn't pay any extra attention to the newspaper, because something black fell out of it. Stooping down to pick up a black diary from under the table, Yu Siqi noticed that the diary might be some years old. Because the upper cortex has almost completely mottled and peeled off, revealing the hard parts inside.

Turning the first page of the diary, there was a large line written in dark ink: "What is more tragic than ignorance is fearlessness." ”

When he saw this sentence, Yu Siqi was a little disagreeable, but he still turned to the second page and began to read.

On March 11th, the sixth day of coming out of college, I felt like I had never been better. Xiaoyu has always been by my side, and with her, I think everything is not a problem.

On March 13th, we came to Sinsong City today, which is a very interesting place with many interesting things waiting for us to learn.

On March 19th, foggy, Xiaoyu's appetite began to deteriorate, and although I suggested accompanying her to the hospital, I was refused. I thought maybe I was overthinking, but she reassured me that it wasn't my cooking skills that had regressed, it was just that her taste had deteriorated.

What a coaxing guy.

On April 7th, Xiaoyu, the ambulance had already picked up Xiaoyu, I shouldn't have ignored this in the first place, why did this happen, I hope she can get better, I should pack my things and go to the hospital.

On September 1st, Qing, when I went to pick up Xiaoyu and was discharged from the hospital, I encountered a little accident, and when I drove by, I found that there was a car accident on the road, and death may not be something worth stating, but it is still necessary to retain a trace of awe.

October 22nd, heavy rain, today is a special day, the bad weather did not stop our love, it is time to leave for the Civil Affairs Bureau.

In fact, I personally suggest that it is more convenient to pick a sunny day, but Xiaoyao's determination to insist on not delaying has shaken my position a little, and I really can't do anything about her.

On November 4th, it was cloudy, Xiaoyu's illness recurred, and I walked back and forth in front of the intensive care unit, praying for her with all my spiritual strength.

On December 22nd, the smog was very bad today, but I still insisted on driving out because I had something very important to do.

March 3rd, Qing, the spring of the coming year reminds me of something, it has been more than three months since Xiaoyu's death, and I have gradually adjusted to the life of losing her.

But today fate played a joke on me, and I seemed to see a little ballad on the street. She didn't seem to know me, and of course, it made sense, because she was dead, from that sudden gastroenteritis.

March 29th, cloudy, lately I have been feeling a figure walking back and forth near my home, I don't know if I am too careful, I think it may be a small ballad.

April 5th, heavy rain, I don't know how to write this paragraph anymore. Because I have just accepted the cruel and ironic fact that the woman who looks very similar to Xiaoyu came to me and said that she was actually Xiaoyu.

Of course I don't believe it, maybe it's just my personal paranoia, but there's nothing I can do to stop my love for her.

After she fell asleep, I touched her hair and sniffed the familiar scents of her. My memories overlapped with the woman in my eyes, but my sanity warned me that it wasn't easy.

Because this is impossible, Xiaoyu's body was sent to the crematorium by me to be cremated, and it was also the second position of the 39th row that I buried her ashes in Nanshan Cemetery, just in that damn haze day.

On May 18th, the typhoon came, and I have been living with the self-proclaimed Xiaoyu guy for more than 1 month, and so far I have not found any flaws in her. Whether it's my preferences or tastes, or even my personal stuff, she is able to find her way without asking me, as if this home was where she once stayed.

Could it be that she is really a little ballad, but why do the dead come back to life? It's impossible, it's unusual, and it seems that I need to look into it.

On June 6th, the weather improved, and Xiao Yu and I went to that place. We visited her grave together and she was raving about the tombstone I chose. I don't know how to look at this, but I think reason may have disappeared between us.

As soon as I got home I shut myself in my study, it's time to make up my mind, old man.

On July 4th, it was very windy, and I was looking at something very interesting in a place far from Sinsong, and although the contents did not help my investigation in any way, I was still very interested in such things. Because it was a light that I found inadvertently when I stepped into a fog!

On August 1st, Xiaoyu seemed to find out that I was investigating her, and she was a little unhappy. I decided to appease her a bit, and I offered to take her out for a walk in the good weather, but she refused and locked the door in front of me.

It's hilarious that I'm locked in my own home, but I don't mind it, after all, she's the only love of my life, and I don't want my actions to hurt her too much.

So I decided to drop everything for a while and be a good husband.

On September 19th, Yin, today I made a very inappropriate decision, and restarting the investigation of Xiaoyao is something that is difficult for me to choose. But now she's been missing for 10 days, and I can't report it to the police station. You can't swagger into the police station and tell the police comrades all this, especially about how my dead wife came back, I think if I dwell too much on these things, I might be advised to go to Aoyama Psychiatric Hospital for a period of recuperation, which is obviously not the life I want.

On December 2nd, the investigation did not go very well, because Xiaoyu came back and I had to pretend to be a good baby in front of her. Because I found that she was losing her temper more than before, which was not something to be encouraged, but I still loved her forever.

On December 21st, the weather was no longer my concern, and although my investigation was making no progress, I noticed that Xiaoyu had left again, and when she left, she had specifically told me that she was going to travel alone to her aunt's house.

Of course, I raised my hands in agreement, but traveling alone to my aunt's house was something I could never have imagined. I think she probably thinks it's good for both of us to lie, because back when I was dating her, she told me that she grew up in an orphanage, and how could such a child have an aunt, what a lame joke.

But anyway, I'm used to her being away a few times a year, after all, she's always coming back to you when you don't expect it.

Therefore, instead of tasting the bitter fruit of the truth, it is better to immerse yourself in the absurd illusion, and perhaps it will be happier.

The back of the diary was rudely torn off, and from the perspective of the journal's owner, he was either a mentally unsane guy or a novelist who was a good storyteller. Obviously, Yu Siqi wanted to know the follow-up content very much, so he kept looking at the diary, but found that there was nothing else in it.

Just when he found nothing, a very fine piece of paper fell from the mezzanine of the diary in the palm of his hand.

It reads, "See you at eight o'clock on Friday night, at table six at Cassina." ”