Listening to Sun Hai's words, an ethereal sound suddenly sounded in my mind, and the next moment, I think, should be Mengling's memory, all the content of this part of Forbearance, like a crazy wave, all poured into my mind.

And when I came back to my senses, I found that Sun Hai was gone, and the old shopkeeper had disappeared, leaving only Mengling with her head down. But Meng Ling's eyes looked a little sluggish, and she looked distracted.

I looked down at my hand and found myself in Mengling's memory in its concrete form for the first time.

"Congratulations, you successfully regained Mengling's memories."

A soft laugh sounded behind me, and I was startled, and when I looked back, I saw Zhang Hang standing behind me—but this Zhang Hang was the self I met before I entered my previous life.

He looked at me and smiled, then pouted at Meng Ling, and said that you can now return to the present world with Meng Ling. I hadn't figured out what was going on, and I was about to ask, but he seemed to have already seen through my mind.

"You don't have to worry so much - your purpose this time is to bring back Mengling's soul and return to the present world to revive her, isn't it? I'm telling you now, you've managed to find Mengling's soul, just do as I say. ”

With that, he slowly approached me step by step, and gently held my shoulder, as if to give me courage.

"Listen, Zhang Xuan...... You've done what I've said from the beginning, and so far everything has gone well, hasn't it? Then you should continue to do what I say, do you think I'm right? ”

I opened my mouth, but I didn't know how to refute it. He was right, but ...... I can't always feel like something is wrong. He told me that he had recovered Mengling's soul, and now he just needs to take Mengling back to the present world.

But...... Mengling in front of her, like a puppet, has been bowing her head deeply since the beginning, without looking at me. I silently walked over, squatted down, and then held Mengling's hand, but she still didn't respond.

Meng Ling's hands were very soft, but they were as cold as ice cubes. I stared at Mengling's empty eyes for a long time, and gradually made a decision in my heart. I turned to look at Zhang Hang and told him I wasn't going back here.

- If all the memories of forbearance hadn't flooded into my mind before he appeared, I might have taken his word for it. But now, I don't think it's right to bring such a Mengling back anyway.

I needed to find the right answer, one that would convince me. When I refused, his smile faded away, and his eyes began to glow with a crimson glow.

“…… I'm sorry, really sorry, I can't understand that you don't believe me at this moment, however, you don't have the right to choose. ”

With that, he shook the red and blue memory crystals in his hand and told me that I didn't have much time left.

With a slight snap of his fingers, a red-black spatial wormhole began to appear behind him, and he told me that either I would leave with Mengling now, or I would leave alone, in short, it would be impossible to stay.

And just when I didn't know what to do, suddenly, a gentle but firm voice came from behind me.

"Don't listen to him, it's a nightmare."

I was suddenly stunned, and then I saw that the face in front of me became gradually gloomy. Curiously turned his head to look, and the moment he saw the person standing behind him, his eyes couldn't help but gradually widen, and his heart was full of consternation.

- Another me, another hanging. But he is the young Zhang Hang that Mengling has always been thinking about.

He looked at me, then smiled and said, "You're curious why I'm here, aren't you?" I'll explain this to you later, but ...... I want to thank you in advance. ”

With that, he closed his mouth, but the next moment a voice echoed in my heart.

"Thanks to you for recovering the memory of forbearance, I was able to retrieve my memory from the illusion set by the nightmare."

“…… Incubus? Isn't he my past life? ”

The boy shook his head and continued to talk to me in his heart. He said that all this is a trap set by nightmares, and I am my real past life. And now the story itself is a lie set up by nightmares, and everything is a fake.

If I choose to continue to listen to the Nightmare and bring Mengling back to the blood-red wormhole, I will sleep forever in the illusion set up by the Nightmare, and I will not be able to wake up again.

I couldn't help but ask him why the nightmare did this. The young man Zhang Xuan let out a soft sigh and said I don't know if Mengling has told you that the memories of your past life need to be remembered by yourself, not through others.

"Knowing through others is leaking the secrets, so I'm sorry I can't tell you the truth...... But I know exactly why the Nightmare wants to kill you - if you fall into his lies and sleep forever, he will be able to take your body in this world and continue to live. ”

After that, he also showed a wry smile and whispered to me, saying, if you are willing to believe me, I can take you to the real past life, of course, in your current opinion, it is very likely that I am also untrustworthy.

"I understand where you stand, so if you don't want to, I'll help you drag the nightmare as much as possible, you run north immediately, rest assured, everything here is fake, you can run to the end soon.

And there you will see the boundaries of the illusion, as long as you break out of the borders, you can return to the present world, and do not encounter danger. ”

I glanced at Meng Ling, who was still unresponsive, and couldn't help but ask what Meng Ling was going to do, his eyes were a little dim, indicating that Meng Ling had been hypnotized by nightmares, and it was difficult to wake up, unless I entered the real past life.

I stared at the young man Zhang Hang for a long time, and a sentence suddenly flashed in my mind. That's what Meng Ling often says to me.

"The memories of your past life can only be found by yourself, I can't tell you, I'm sorry for the little hanging......"

For a moment, I looked at the young man Zhang Hang, and suddenly it dawned on me. Yes, this is what Mengling once said to me. I glanced back at what I called my nightmare, his eyes grim, and although he tried to maintain a harmonious smile, it made me feel uneasy.

I didn't hesitate any longer and told the young man Zhang Hang that I don't want to leave alone, I hope to find Mengling in the real memories of my past life. He looked at me blankly, and after a long time, he smiled with satisfaction.

"Thank you...... Sure enough, it was my afterlife. Don't worry, you will definitely get back Mengling's ...... smoothly."

With that, with a wave of his hand, another spatial wormhole appeared in front of me, but this wormhole was golden and exuded a warm glow. So I was more sure of my thoughts, glanced back at the gloomy nightmare staring at me, and jumped into the wormhole.

"You'll regret it......"

As I shuttled through the space, a hoarse voice kept whispering in my ears.

"I'm not going to ...... Let you escape so easily......"

"I'm not going to give up." I tried to make a voice to tell the guy, but the next moment my consciousness sank into darkness and I was completely unconscious.

It was early summer in June, and I lay on the ground, looking up at the clear blue sky, remembering the sea in my vague memory.

At that time, my father and mother were still holding my hand, we took a yacht, walked to the beach, drank coconut water, ate at a western restaurant, and returned to the suite of a high-end hotel, which had two beds, but the three of us were crammed into one bed. I don't remember exactly what I said, but I remember sleeping pretty soundly.

Sometimes I met my neighbor's aunt on the street, and she always complimented me on following my father, who was handsome and beautiful, with a long face, a pointed chin, and big and bright eyes.

When I got home, I stared curiously at my dad, who was sitting alone on the couch and didn't notice that I had walked to my side. There is a light smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at something with his mobile phone. Mom is cooking in the kitchen.

I looked down and saw a picture of a woman in a pale pink bathrobe that was short, revealing a pair of wheat-colored, overlapping legs. There are a few lines on the left side below: "Honey, how about this photo?" ”

Suddenly, Dad's shoulders shook, and he turned his head sharply at me who was staring at him beside him.

"Xiao Hanging, you...... When was it there? ”

"Just here."

"You ......" Dad's lips quirmed, as if he wanted to say something, and he looked flustered.

I took a step closer and reached out to touch his face, which was covered with a dense stubble that tickled my palms.

"Dad, the neighbor's aunt said that I look like you, and I am handsome and beautiful. Dad, are you handsome? ”

Dad looked at me for a long time, meeting my gaze. My black pupils reflected the figure that was as tall as a mountain to me.

Dad picked me up, I straddled his arms, Dad smiled and rubbed my head, and said, "Xiao Han, of course you are very handsome!" Dad is also very handsome, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to marry your mother back then! ”

For me, who sees my dad every day, I never realized that he was extremely handsome. The first time I had a clear understanding was in the fourth grade of elementary school, when my parents decided to divorce.

One day, after playing soccer with my classmates, I took off my shoes and walked into the living room, and I saw my father and mother sitting on the sofa facing each other, and the decorations on the coffee table, wallets, tissue boxes, and ashtrays were all scattered messily on the carpet.

I picked up the family photo at my feet and gently put it back on the shelf. My head couldn't react to what was happening, but when I looked down, I saw my body trembling slightly.

Dad frowned tightly and smoked vigorously, while Mom covered her face, hung her head deeply, and her shoulders trembled slightly. Transparent droplets of water fell from between her slender fingers.

What's wrong? Mom, Dad, what's wrong with you? Why is there such a mess at home, why don't you say a word?

Without any conversation, Dad left the house. He pulls a pitch-black suitcase and his dark blue blazer hangs over his arm. I looked up at my dad, who stopped and looked down at me.

But he didn't hug me, he didn't touch my head, he didn't grin, he didn't show me a gentle look that would reassure me.

He just gave me a faint look, and there was no color in those eyes, as if I didn't exist. For a moment I thought that the world in my father's eyes had lost its color, so my father couldn't see me.

Father opened the door, and the afterglow that almost overflowed the sky filled the hallway in an instant, and Father lost his color and became some kind of tall black substance.