"Brother Zhang, let me tell you, you better be careful, that person is a madman, today Brother Tian just said, I went to find him, as soon as I entered, he sent me business cards, and stuffed me with a bunch of photos, so that I have time to contact often, saying that I want not to forget him, I finally came out of his house."

I sighed, Wang Xiaomao took me to eat something, and at 9 o'clock, we came to Wang Jianhui's house, behind an old street, a small building with a single courtyard, and the lights were on inside.

"Brother Zhang, you go in by yourself, I can't stand that guy, I'm waiting for you outside, what's the problem, don't be polite to him, when the time comes, you shout, I'll come in immediately."

I sighed, the iron gate of the yard, there was no lock, it was open, the yard was full of fallen leaves, there was an old locust tree, I squeaked, pushed open the door of the yard.

There was a swing inside and an old table.

Walking to the door, I knocked and shouted.

"Mr. Wang, are you there?"

There was a thud, and then the sound of going downstairs sounded, and then there was a collision, something knocked over, and as soon as I opened the door, I was scared, as if I had seen a ghost, and the man in front of me, thin and tall, looked handsome, with sunken cheekbones, and a large winter, barefoot, wearing only a thin gray T-shirt.

"I'm Wang Jianhui, friend, you take this, remember to contact me when you're free." Wang Jianhui said coldly, and I took the business card he handed me.

On the business card, there is Wang Jianhui's date of birth, as well as photos, addresses, phone numbers, and various habits, personalities, etc.

"Remember, my name is Wang Jianhui."

I sighed and nodded.

Wang Jianhui used his cold hand to pull me into the house, and as soon as I entered, I was stunned.

I looked at it at random, such as when, who came, what Wang Jianhui did, every record was detailed and detailed, and there was also time, accurate to the second.

"What's wrong with you, my name is Zhang Qingyuan."

I sat on the sofa in the living room, and even the sofa was covered with sticky notes with adhesive tape, and there were pictures of Wang Jianhui hanging on the wall.

"Can't be forgotten, can't." Wang Jianhui's eyes were cold, and his voice said with a chill, I saw his eyes, there was no brilliance at all, an attitude of indifference to the surroundings.

And I talked to him about the purpose of my coming to him.

Wang Jianhui's brows tightened, rubbing his unkempt hair, as if he was trying to think of something.

Then, suddenly, he took out the sticky notes on the table, looked at the watch, and began to write, it was to write about my visit to his house tonight, including how many steps I walked into, how I sat down, what I said, and wrote it down in detail.

I watched him write for almost half an hour, and finally finished.

"Can you tell me what you have forgotten?"

Wang Jianhui glanced at me indifferently.

"You're starting to forget things, and if you don't want to disappear, you'd better be like me and write down all your things."

Hu Tianshuo explained to me before, I took out a small notebook and began to write, today's series of things, but not as complete as his.

"I can't remember what happened." Wang Jianhui said coldly, and then violently, grabbed my hand, and looked at me with horror in his eyes.

"I'm Wang Jianhui, you have to remember, you must remember, don't forget." After saying that, Wang Jianhui got up, ran like crazy, and went upstairs, I hurriedly got up and chased after him.

"What's wrong?"

After I went up, I saw Wang Jianhui and entered a room, I followed in, the black light was blind inside, listening to the sound, Wang Jianhui seemed to be trembling, as if he was afraid of something.

I touched the wall, I felt that I felt a lot of notes, after finding the light, suddenly, my eyes widened in surprise, at my feet, in front of a thick stack of notes, the room, completely covered by notes, white notes.

Wang Jianhui covered himself with a quilt, constantly trembling.

I ran over and lifted the corner of the quilt, Wang Jianhui was crying, holding his head, kneeling on the bed, snot and tears flowed out.

"What the hell is going on? Can you tell me? Mr. Wang. ”

"12 o'clock, 12 o'clock is coming, hurry up, record, if you don't record, it'll be late." Wang Jianhui cried, I decided to stay here tonight, after saying hello to Wang Xiaomao outside, I returned to Wang Jianhui's house, and went to the bedroom to see that Wang Jianhui had fallen asleep.

It was 12 o'clock in a few minutes, and I was a little tired, so I found a blanket to cover it on the sofa at Wang Jianhui's house, and fell asleep.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my house? ”

There was a noise, I opened my eyes, and suddenly, I screamed, only to see Wang Jianhui's cold face, full of anger, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, screaming, and slashing towards me.

I immediately got on my feet and lay down on the floor.

"I'm Zhang Qingyuan, you forgot, I was here last night."

Wang Jianhui's expression returned to normal, put down the kitchen knife, and then hurriedly touched it around.

"The first time we met, I was Wang Jianhui, I remember to contact me often, and I must not forget me."

Saying that, Wang Jianhui handed me a business card, exactly the same as last night, I began to talk to him, I came here, I forgot something, suddenly, my head was blank.

"What is it?"

I can't remember, what happened yesterday, except that I want to come over here to play, I only remember that I saw a woman named Lan Chuhan, she seemed to want to chat with me, and I can't remember anything we talked about.

Dididi, it was Hu Tianshuo who called, I picked it up and asked.

"Tianshuo, what am I here for?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while.

"I don't remember either, but I made a record yesterday about Lan Ruoxi." Then Hu Tianshuo told me what he had recorded, Lan Ruoxi, and I felt a sour feeling in my heart.

After hanging up the phone, I took out the note I recorded last night, indeed, I came for Lan Ruoxi's matter, Wang Jianhui sat next to me coldly, looking at the note written yesterday.

"Mr. Wang, can you tell me? What the hell is going on. I said, taking the little notebook and remembering it.

Then I realized that Wang Jianhui had forgotten a lot of things since two years ago, and he just thought he was forgetful at first, but in the days of forgetfulness, he had a dream, a girl who was a little younger than him, and a man who was a little older than him, kept begging him not to forget them.

In the days that followed, Wang Jianhui, gradually, couldn't remember what happened the day before, he had the habit of writing a diary every day, and then he looked through the diary, and there was only one sentence.

You can't be forgotten by others, and once you forget, you're gone, only in the story.

After reading a thick stack of well-marked sticky notes, Wang Jianhui showed me the most important words in his diary.

I silently recited it countless times in my heart, Lan Ruoxi's name, I can't forget her, if what is said above is true, once I forget her, I'm afraid, she will really disappear.

For a whole day, I was checking Wang Jianhui's notes, and I recorded with him, today's events, this time I began to record in detail, and also called Hu Tianshuo to tell him the situation here, he said that he would instruct the brothers of the ghost burial team to let them also write about me every day.

I tried to call out to Yin in my heart, but there was no response at all.

The time of the day, very soon, approached the evening, and as time passed, Wang Jianhui began to tremble again.

I'm still recording, rummaging through sticky notes.

Wang Jianhui tonight, the headache is very bad, I don't know what's wrong, I am also a little restless, there is a strong wind outside, because the windows are in disrepair, a lot of them are broken, and the cold wind continues to pour in.

At half past eleven, Wang Jianhui yelled and ran back to the bedroom, I was still in a small notebook, writing today's events, and making another phone call with Hu Tianshuo.

With a giggling sound, a child's sneer came from outside, I turned my head, and suddenly, I saw a bleeding child floating outside, it was a ghost, and I stood up in surprise.

"It's almost time, Zhang Qingyuan."

I just felt like my brain was about to melt away, blank.

"Don't forget me, remember, my name is Wang Jianhui."

In my mind, suddenly, I remembered Wang Jianhui, and then looked out of the window, the little ghost who was bleeding from the seven orifices had no smile and stared at me coldly.

Without saying a word, I clenched my fists and rushed over.

"Soon, Zhang Qingyuan, the door to the story is opened."

Behind me, I clenched my fist, turned around, and punched it, and all of a sudden, in the room, the same little ghost, stood around me, opened his mouth wide, and let out a burst of evil laughter.

I clutched my head and started to feel groggy.

"Your name is Wang Jianhui, and... Orchid... Lan Ruo ......"

With a click, I fell to the floor and lost consciousness.

"Hurry up and eat, Qingyuan, your mother's braised fish, today's fish is fatter."

In a trance, I felt a middle-aged man, calling me, and a woman who thought she was skillful, next to him, but I couldn't see their faces, but the gentleness, as if to melt my heart, was coming from the two of them.

I woke up.

"I'm here, what are I doing?" I took a look, and the messy, blank paper notes in the room were very old, the wind was constantly blowing, and the room was full of sticky notes, flying.