I don't know if I was so bored as a child that I used an oil pen to draw the hour, minute, and second hands on my wrist and never moved.

Because, for some reason, I had amnesia.

When I woke up, it was on a street, a street that I don't know where!

This bustling street makes my head a little dizzy. Who am I? How did I end up here? I wondered, looking at the pedestrians coming and going in a daze.

The sun overhead was dazzling.

Walking Street, here seems to be a pedestrian street of a city. Later, I found out that this place was Gangneung City.

After the word pedestrian street popped up in my mind, my body felt a little tired, so I found a cold wall and sat down slowly.

Can't remember anything? I don't have any picture in my head. I don't even know who I really am. The people who walked past me covered their noses in disgust.

"That beggar stinks, what the hell is the chengguan doing, how did you let a stinky beggar run in?" A girl grumbled as she passed by.

Suddenly, another girl who was shopping with her let out a 'huh' sound and stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong, Yueying? What are you looking at? The girl who was pinching her nose asked curiously.

"It's nothing, I always feel familiar with him." The girl shook her head slightly, puzzled, "Maybe it's an illusion." The one I knew, who was already dead. ”

As she spoke, she was about to leave with her best friend, but after taking two steps, she still couldn't figure it out after all, and walked back: "Hey, this gentleman, what's your name?" ”

"Me?" I looked up and smiled wryly, "Sorry, I forgot." ”

"You forgot?" The girl blinked, and on her beautiful and flawless face, a dazzling smile suddenly appeared: "Since you have forgotten, then forget it." Hey, I forgot who I am, do you want to come home with me? ”

The girl next to her was startled: "Ah, you're going to pick up this beggar and go home?" Wouldn't you, Yueying, you're funny? I usually pick up some kittens and puppies or something, so I won't talk about you. But you actually picked up someone! One man! And a stinky beggar...... Hey, I'm talking about you. Did you really pick it up? ”

The girl didn't care about her best friend's words, and grabbed my hand so hard that it seemed like I would run away again as soon as I let go.

Strange, why would I think it was to escape again?

I looked at the girl in confusion, her face flushed and excited, and she didn't care about the stench on me.

Does she know me?

I was confused, and she pulled me away, and I went farther and farther.

"I forgot who I am, sir, I'll give you a name. Just call, well, just call ......" The girl smiled and leaned her head on my shoulder: "How about calling it Little Kiki?" ”

Little Kiki? What a weird and ugly name.

As soon as I wanted to protest, the girl kept shouting: "Little Kiki, Little Kiki, Little Kiki, Little Kiki, Little Kiki, Little Kiki!" ”

The girl screamed and screamed, and at some point, she burst into tears. Laughing and crying at the same time.

She, why is she crying?

The backs of the three of us were stretched in the sunlight and faded away.

That's how I was, I was picked up by Shi Yueying. It's better to use her words, to be picked up again.

My name is Xiao Qiqi, this is what Shi Yueying said. This beautiful girl who I feel unfamiliar with, but who seems to be familiar, also said, I am her husband. After being missing for a few years, she was so desperate that she even bought a cemetery for me and erected a tomb for me. Unexpectedly, today, the ghost sent me back again.

But I always felt that there was something wrong with her words. But for an amnesiac person, intuition or something doesn't mean much. Because everything needs a reference, and without memory, I have completely lost a reference.

"Let's go take a shower. Hee-hee. Speaking of which, you stink. Shi Yueying took me to a big villa, the corners of her mouth were curved, her big eyes were also curved, and her smile was like two beautiful crescents.

The girl pushed me into the bathroom, put hot water in the bathtub, and walked out again: "I'll look for a change of clothes for you." Your clothes from more than three years ago are still in the closet for you. ”

I scratched my head, took off my clothes that were indeed very dirty, and soaked my body into the warm water. I groaned as the comfortable temperature of the water enveloped my skin. The messy head is finally much clearer.

Who are you? Is it really Xiao Qiqi, Shi Yueying's husband? She said I had been missing for three years, so what had happened to me during those three years, and why did I have no memory at all?

I looked up, and I saw myself clearly printed in the mirror across from me. To be honest, that handsome face is also extremely unfamiliar to me. The sights received in the pupils do not correspond to those of the brain.

Is this my face?

I touched my cheek, and I was even more confused. My mind was blank, and I couldn't even remember anything before I met Shi Yueying.

When she spotted me, I was sitting on the pedestrian street like a beggar, watching the bustling crowd. But how exactly did I get to that pedestrian street? What did I do before I went to Walking Street?

I don't know anything about all this. There is only a blank space like death, and that blank is like fat choked in the throat, which cannot be swallowed, spit out, and is indescribably uncomfortable.

Stretching, I tried not to think about it any longer. In short, no matter how you dig up your memory, if you want to dig out something that you don't have, even if it's a god, I'm afraid you can't do it.

I was taking a haphazard shower, and when my fingers touched the skin on my body, my eyebrows suddenly furrowed.

Got up from the bathtub and kept examining his body.

It's strange, the body is obviously not as dirty as imagined, not even dirt, white and tender, not like a long-term wandering beggar.

The water kept sliding down my skin, and I picked up the sour and smelly clothes on the ground and took a closer look. The clothes are so dirty that you can't see the composition and style of the material, but it is true that it should be in constant contact with the garbage heap.

I've been wandering around like this for more than three years?

But if I really live in the garbage heap a lot, how can my skin still look as pampered as it is now?

Or is this outfit actually someone just changed into it for him not long ago?

Who is the person who changed my clothes? What purpose do they have? Why, I can't even remember anything from before? Amnesia is really a troublesome and annoying disease.

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