The jailer just thought that Lin Chuan was a madman at first, but now he couldn't help but be shocked when he heard what Lin Chuan said, every word was his true situation, could it be that this kid was really a Taoist priest?

He couldn't help but think of the cloth bag that Lin Chuan was carrying, which was indeed some mysterious and mysterious objects.

"You're not talking nonsense?"

"I said what I said, do you believe it?" After Lin Chuan finished saying this, he stopped talking, and drank wine and ate meat alone.

The jailer retreated in a daze and frightened, his own family was safe and stable, not rich and noble, but his ancestors had shade, and his own parents did not squander, so he could live a stable life when he came here. But recently it is indeed worse than a day, the wife is seriously ill, spent all the family savings, and even the ancestral inheritance is sold, the wife in order not to drag herself down, but also many times want to seek death, if it is not for his own daily advice, please aunt look at his wife, I am afraid that my wife will feel that she is delaying herself and go like this.

But even so, the jailer didn't think of giving up this home, maybe this was also an opportunity for Lin Chuan to say a few more words.

"Don't drink alcohol in the Mid-Autumn Festival, don't walk by the water, death can be avoided, sword light" The official walked out with a heavy heart, thinking about Lin Chuan's words over and over again in his heart.

When I went home, I was just passing by the bridge, and there was water under the bridge, so did I say that I had to change the way when I got home? But the other road must go around most of the circle from the side of the village, at least an extra hour, and it is sparsely populated, and the road is extremely difficult to walk.

The jailer shook his head, the water under the bridge is not deep or urgent, even if it falls and chokes on a few mouthfuls of water, how can there be death?

Maybe this kid just said it by coincidence.

The jailer didn't think much about it, he just wanted to finish his official duties early and go home early to take care of his wife.

……

"You know what? Everything is passing bit by bit, and we are forgetting all the time. ”

"Forget what?"

On the roof of a small building in Chang'an City, a man and a woman are sitting on it looking at the moon.

Today is August 14, the night before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is already round and bright, tomorrow is the day of reunion, but for them, it is indeed a day of separation.

"That's the saddest part, we forget about some people, some things, these things we can't remember anymore, we don't even remember that it happened, we don't remember this person we used to know. And the most painful thing is that we never know what we have forgotten, or who we have forgotten. ”

"Is it painful to forget?" It was Chen Qi who said this.

"Will you forget me?" Cinnabar looked at Chen Yan and asked.

"I don't know, maybe, but it's nothing if we forget, just because we haven't met." Chen Yan shook his head, not seeing that Cinnabar's body trembled slightly when he said this.

In fact, Cinnabar asked Lin Chuan the same question earlier.

Cinnabar asked him, "Are you afraid that you will forget something?" ”

Lin Chuan replied like this: "If you forget, forget it, forget it anyway, I don't know what I forgot, what is there to be afraid of." Lin Chuan grinned, as if he didn't care at all.

"But isn't it sad that you don't even know what you've forgotten?" Cinnabar asked again.

Lin Chuan suddenly became serious, and he said something that made Cinnabar inexplicably a little moved, a word she didn't expect.