As for what happened to Shen Yu's father later, she didn't say anything more, and I didn't ask again.

This is actually a tacit understanding that I have formed with her in the past six years, she always wants to speak and stop, and her speech is also plausible, and today is the day when she talks the most.

She is often criticized for being arrogant, withdrawn, and unsociable, but I understand that most of the time she doesn't mean it.

First of all, she is not a person who likes to open up to people, she is not talkative, and she is not good at socializing. Hearing some things about her father today, I feel that her personality is actually quite similar to her father.

Moreover, her mind is too clear, her thinking is too fast, and she has the "superpower" of "logical singularity" before, so when others are still thinking about the causes of stage A, she has already jumped to stage F all of a sudden.

A high-level god can't explain to low-level players how to pass a level, because they have different foundations and different ways and methods.

And, most importantly, this explanation also wastes the time of the Great God - he would rather carry you directly to the next level than spend that time explaining to you.

For smart people, the cost of time is important. Sometimes the time that one person thinks is useless and can be spent at will may be the treasure that another person cherishes the most.

So, over the years, I've long since felt her pulse.

What she wants to say to me, I listen; I don't ask what she doesn't want to say to me.

I will answer all the questions she asks me; And I will ask her what I want to know, but if she doesn't answer, then I won't ask again.

This is probably the key reason why she has no friends, but she has been with me alone for so long.

The two of us drove down the mountain and finally caught the last high-speed train back to Weiyang. She was probably tired from talking so much today, and as soon as she got on the train, she leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes and fell asleep.

I pulled my laptop out of my backpack, and I had recently had the idea to write.

Yes, my head is like a hard disk of surveillance video, filled with everything I have seen and heard, even the grass and trees in the scene of the incident, and I remember every move of the characters clearly.

But Shen Yu's experience reminded me - if this "video recorder memory" is a superpower brought by the black ship, then will I lose this ability like Shen Yu on a certain year, month, and day?

In that case, will my experience, all the time and all the stories I have spent with her, be slowly forgotten by me, will it be covered by new memories as the years go by, and finally become just some short fragments and blurry images in my mind?

However, I don't want to forget every little detail and every little action I get along with her, her smile, every word.

So I thought, I'm going to try to start writing down something, especially about what happened during this time. The human brain has a lifespan, but words are relatively eternal, even if there is any mistake in the future, I can rely on these knocked down words to trace these joys, sorrows, and sorrows, to recall these joys and sorrows.

I was writing with a lot of emotion, and Shen Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

"What are you doing?" She tilted her head to look at me.

"Write...... Write a script. I quickly closed my laptop and prevaricated.

I suddenly thought of my cousin Yan Huan, I don't know how his detective novels are written, and I have been really exhausted recently, otherwise I must pay attention to his online articles, and by the way, I will correct his thinking - don't be crooked and excessive, don't implicate everything in Shen Yu. Otherwise, if she really finds out, the consequences will ......

"I just thought of something." Shen Yu said - it turned out that she hadn't fallen asleep, just pretended to sleep.

"Huh?"

"How old were you when you saw the Black Ship?"

"Eleven."

"Also in the summer?" She asked again.

"yes, summer vacation, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Do you remember what day it was?"

"This ......," I tried to remember, but I couldn't really remember.

Although I have a good memory, I only remember what I see and hear. Children play non-stop every day during the summer vacation, who cares about the time, probably only the two days of the holiday and the beginning of school can be remembered.

"Do you remember what month it was? July, or August? She asked, a little impatiently.

"August, early August." I remembered one thing, my neighbor's family is a family member of a military martyr, and a few days before I went to the Zhulong River, the town cadres also came to their house to express their condolences because of the August 1st Army Day - a bucket of soybean oil and a portrait of the leader.

"How old are you?" Shen Yu's mind was jumping again.

"Two years old."

"So, when you were eleven years old, I was exactly nine. You saw the Black Ship at the beginning of August and I ......"

I sat up sharply: "You mean, we might have witnessed the Black Ship on the same day?" ”

Shen Yu nodded: "When I went home that year, I specially flipped through the calendar, and it was August 5th. ”

I shuddered in my heart, so it really could be the same day.

"You said that there was heavy rain in Pagoda Village in the past few days, right? We can check the weather on those days and see if it's the same day. ”

"It's very likely, and besides, I saw the black boat in the afternoon, and so did you—is it possible that we saw the same boat, first in Xuanwu Mountain, and then on to the Zhulong River, or the other way around?" I say.

"Yes, yes!" Shen Yu said with a little self-reproach, "After so many years, why haven't I realized this?" I always saw everything else clearly, but every time I thought of the black ship, I immediately blurred, and I had no confidence in thinking through it at all. ”

Her words reminded me, and I remembered one thing.

"Do you remember, I'm a VCR memory?" I said, "I can remember all the details of anything that happens to me." ”

"That's right."

"But there's one thing I can't remember even if I try to do it. That was the real face of the woman in red on the black ship at that time.

"Until now, as long as I close my eyes, the fluttering appearance of her red dress is vivid, even the folds of her dress, and even the patterns on the red yarn can instantly appear in front of me. But her face alone seemed to be forever shrouded in a gray mist. ”

"It's like a mosaic in the video?"

"Yes." I said, "But when I think about it, I always have the feeling that this woman I used to know very well. ”

"Ever? But you were only eleven years old at the time, have you ever seen a woman of similar shape before? ”

"No," I said, shaking my head, "I don't think I've ever left Pagoda Village before I was in junior high school, and I've never seen such a beautiful woman.

"Of course, I didn't know when I was held in my parents' arms, but at that time, it was too young to have any women's memories."