Yi Yang and Yu Xin went directly back to the office of the public security building, Yi Yang looked at the time, and before he knew it, it was already afternoon, and neither of them had the appetite to eat. Yu Xin was still immersed in the conjecture of Jing Hongyun, and had a lot of questions to ask Yi Yang, but she didn't know where to start.

Yi Yang looked at the silent Yu Xin, thought for a while and said, "Don't have too much pressure, we will go to the arraignment tomorrow, now there is a direction after all." Yu Xin looked at Yi Yang and nodded silently, wanting to ask Yi Yang if he believed what Jing Hongyun said, but he didn't ask after all.

Yi Yang told Yu Xin that after going home to rest earlier, he went to the archive room to retrieve the interrogation records of the previous suspects and took them back to his residence.

Yi Yang's residence is very simple, a one-bedroom apartment-style house, but the inside is very neat and clean, and it doesn't look like a single man's home at all. Yi Yang was lying on the bed, although he was holding the interrogation record, but his thoughts drifted to other places, and one after another scattered memory fragments drifted through his mind: old houses, bright starry sky, and dilapidated courtyards, Yi Yang grabbed his hair tightly with both hands, and he once again felt that there was a childish child's voice talking to him, but he couldn't hear it clearly, and he couldn't understand it.

Yi Yang went to the bathroom to turn on the faucet, rinsed his face with cold water, wiped it with the towel next to him, looked at the mirror for a long time, silently turned around and went out, and after taking a taxi, he came to the villa of Jinghongyun again.

Jing Hongyun didn't show a surprised expression at his arrival, and stretched out his hand to signal Yi Yang to sit on the sofa in the living room. Yi Yang looked at Jing Hongyun and was silent, and Jing Hongyun showed an expected smile: "I knew you would come, but I didn't expect it to be so soon, your patience seems to have deteriorated." ”

Yi Yang slowly raised his head, hesitated for a moment and said, "Teacher, you always say that the time is not right, those memory fragments appear less and less, and they are less and less clear, I am afraid that ......"

Jing Hongyun looked directly into Yi Yang's eyes, as if there was another person in his eyes, sighed and said: "You always want to find the previous memories, although I don't know if it's correct, but I do want to help you, but ......"

Jing Hongyun stood up, paced back and forth in the living room, suddenly stopped and looked back at Yi Yang and said, "Actually, I don't know much about your childhood, even if I tell you everything I know, you are just like listening to other people's stories, and it doesn't mean anything to you." ”

Jing Hongyun took a deep breath and continued to say slowly: "I have been helping you for so many years, I hope you can recall it yourself, because only in this way is the real you." ”

Yi Yang rubbed his forehead with his hand and said slowly, "Teacher, I don't know if I'm really myself now. ”

Hearing such a sentence without a beginning or an end, Jing Hongyun didn't have any doubts, looked at Yi Yang and said affirmatively: "Yi Yang, you believe me, you are yourself, you just forgot something." He slowly walked to Yi Yang's side, leaned down and patted Yi Yang's shoulder, and said with some solemnity: "Don't have any worries, you will definitely find what belongs to you." ”

Yi Yang looked up at Jing Hongyun's familiar face and said something that was incomprehensible again: "Why? ”

Jing Hongyun sighed again, his eyes looked at the ceiling, as if floating into the distance, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "Don't ask this question again, it's important for you to find yourself......" Jing Hongyun's tone became much heavier: "For me, it's also very important." ”

Yi Yang has asked the same question a lot, and he has heard the same answer more than once, Yi Yang stood up and walked out the door, and when he was about to go out, he turned around and whispered to Jing Hongyun: "Teacher, after my parents died, only you knew my past, I hope that if one day I really can't find it myself, you can tell me everything." ”

Jing Hongyun nodded and said, "I hope there won't be a day, I'm sure you can find it yourself." ”

Yi Yang didn't take a taxi after going out, but walked on the street alone, the weather in Shengjing in September was not as hot and dry as that, a cool breeze blew, Yi Yang felt dull and refreshed a lot. He didn't know what the memories he had lost were, but he could feel that it wasn't just memories that he was hiding.

After seeing Yi Yang leave, he came to the study, silently opened the drawer and looked at the photo of the child, and muttered, "Maybe it's really not far away." ”