Tired of sleeping, afraid of getting up, like infatuated and drunk, half-hanging and half-rolling old curtains.

After several days of rain, the winter in Shanghai added a bit of chill.

This morning, Ye Liang yawned, pushed open the window, and saw a blue and clear sky outside, and a faint freshness flowed in the air.

She wore her pajamas, yawned, and sighed, "It's a nice day." "After freshening up, I put on my makeup in front of the mirror. She drew her eyebrows and eyes, put on thick lipstick, and the woman in the mirror had flaming red lips, as hot as a fire.

"Bought breakfast back!" Zhao Nan shouted downstairs.

Zhao Nan has been worried about the past few days, always worried that Ye Quan will be sad a lot, and has become extraordinarily diligent, not mentioning all the things that Ye Limit promised before going down to the river, and he also bought a hot breakfast in the morning, waiting for Ye Limit to go downstairs to eat.

Several times, Ye Quan looked at Zhao Nan in disbelief: "I saw it in the morning, the sun is still coming out of the east, why are you so good now, I always feel that you want to calculate me." ”

Zhao Nan smiled, and Dunzi shouted: "Uncle is worried about what you want to ......"

"Dunzi, this fritter thief is delicious." Chen Feiyang blocked the mouth of the pier with a fritter. Dunzi bit the fritter helplessly, and his wet eyes were full of puzzlement: it's really hard to guess what adults think.

"What do you think?"

"Hehe, I'm afraid that if you think of something that you don't have, you will keep torturing us to find work for us." Chen Feiyang smiled and gave Ye Quan porridge, "This porridge is good, eat more." ”

"You're all weird." The first time Ye Liang saw a gentleman like Chen Feiyang, he was really a little unaccustomed.

After Ye Quan finished eating, twisted his waist and went upstairs to make up his makeup, Chen Feiyang sighed: "I'm really afraid that she will remember everything and cry." Hey, I'm most afraid of women crying. ”

Zhao Nan shook his head: "Since everything is gone, then don't mention it, don't let her know." ”

That day, Zhao Nan originally wanted to use the thousand-year-old rhinoceros horn to lead those insects to the whirlpool, and suddenly thought that if those insects entered other spaces through the space-time tunnel, it would cause devastating disasters to the unknown era, and only using fire attack was the best way, but how to use fire in the water? At this moment, Huo Zhongliang's wandering spirit reappeared. This geist was thrown out of the whirlpool with countless geistins, because he had a lot of military talent, and he was not caught by the Taoist priests, and the geist burned himself with real fire, and also burned those insects into ashes and disappeared together.

When a person is still alive, but his soul can wander away, it is called a detached soul.

At that time, Huo Zhongliang was alive, and he could still lead people around to search for Japanese spies, standing on the bank of the Chuhe River and waiting for Zhao Nan and Yuan Shou to come ashore. That geist is not a soul from this space, but from an unknown space, Huo Zhongliang of that space does not know life and death, but once this geist soul is destroyed in this space, no one knows what will happen.

Seeing that the geist and insects were burned out, and the remaining ashes were sucked by the whirlpool, thrown into the unknown space in the distance, Zhao Nan was cold, he didn't know what would happen next, and when he returned to the shore in despair, he saw that Huo Zhongliang was gone, and the others broke out into cheers when they saw him return safely.

Huo ...... Mr. Huo, where did you go? ”

He looked at Ye Liang and stammered as he asked.

Ye Liang saw that he was not injured and breathed a sigh of relief: "Who is Mr. Huo?" Hey, did you get hurt by those monsters? ”

As he spoke, he reached out and touched his forehead.

Zhao Nan shook it, avoided her hand, and turned pale: "What did you say?" You don't know Huo Zhongliang? ”

Ye Quan shook his head: "I think you really hurt your brain." ”

Zhao Nan was in a hurry, he grabbed Xiao Wu's clothes and asked, "Where did Huo Zhongliang go?" What happened to Huo Zhongliang? ”

Xiao Wu looked dazed: "Zhaonan, who are you talking about?" What Mr. Huo? ”

His expression didn't seem to be fake, and Zhao Nan looked at Shen Xianliang and Lao Meng who were standing on the side: "You say, what about Huo Zhongliang?" ”

The two of them also shook their heads in unison: "Who are you talking about?" We've been on the shore and haven't seen anyone else. ”

"Huo Zhongliang, weren't you arrested by Huo Zhongliang? Huo Zhongliang of the garrison command? ”

"Mr. Zhaonan, you can insult me, but please don't insult my faith." Shen Xianliang was furious.

Lao Meng also shouted: "It's too much, what are you arresting?" Are we a good partnership? ”

What's going on?

Xiao Wu pulled Zhao Nan aside: "Zhao Nan, you may really hurt your brain, Mr. Shen is here to help us, although I belong to the same camp as him, but I respect Mr. Shen, he doesn't care about personal gains and losses for the sake of righteousness, what do you say to arrest him, what Mr. Huo, inexplicable." ”

Zhao Nan suddenly understood, it turned out that the wandering spirit was wiped out in this space, and Huo Zhongliang in the same space would disappear, and all traces of his disappearance in this space would be erased.

At this time, there was a gurgling sound of water on the river, and everyone's hearts were tight, and Xiao Wu clenched his pistol.

"I've found a few more geists."

Yuan Shou went ashore wet, and looked at Ye Quan with compassion in his eyes: "Mourning, I saw Huo Zhongliang's wandering soul disappearing." ”

Ye Quan's eyes widened, and he laughed: "Have you discussed it with Zhao Nan?" One or two are joking with me, what Huo Zhongliang? Who is he? It's as if I know him well. ”

Ye Liang couldn't straighten up with a smile, and his shoulders trembled.

Some people laughed so hard that they trembled, and from another point of view, it was similar to crying. For some reason, such an association suddenly slipped through Yuan Shou's heart.

Ye Liang lowered her head, took advantage of no one to pay attention, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and when she raised her head again, she was still smiling like a flower, and her beauty was shining in this confused night.

In this way, Huo Zhongliang disappeared along with the burning spirit, except for Zhao Nan and Yuan Shou, everyone present had their memories of him erased, as if this person had never appeared.

Returning to Shanghai with a heavy heart, Zhao Nan found that it turned out that no one here remembered the existence of such a person.

Qinghan heard him talk about Huo Zhongliang, and looked puzzled: "Who?" How come I've never heard of it? What does it have to do with leaf limit? ”

Zhao Nan blended into the garrison headquarters and found that the people here did not have Huo Zhongliang's memory at all, that person, the man named Huo Zhongliang, was tall and dark-skinned, and when he grinned, he showed snow-white teeth, he ...... Did it really exist in this world?

Zhao Nam begins to suspect that his memory is skewed.

But Yuan Shou told him that Huo Zhongliang really existed, and that everything was not a dream, nor was it insanity.

"Before, I underestimated him." Yuan Shou sighed, "A person like him is indeed worthy of Ye Quan's affection." ”

"But now...... He...... Ye Liang had completely forgotten about him. Zhao Nan sighed, now that he and Yuan Shou are standing on the same starting line, they can pursue Ye Limit openly, but why can't they both forget Huo Zhongliang?

Ye Liang twisted his waist and walked upstairs step by step.

He and she sat at the dresser, looking at themselves in the mirror, picking up lipstick and touching up on their lips.

Suddenly, she stood up and wrote a word Huo on the mirror with lipstick.

There are many strokes of this word, the lipstick has been used for a long time, and after writing, Ye Quan's hand slowly stroked from the horizontal of Huo Zi, along the stroke order, little by little, and finally the fingertips were bright red, like a crystal blood droplet.

Sometimes pretending to forget, in fact, is to treasure.

Salt your shadow, marinate it, air dry it, and when you're old, drink it.

Some feelings have some past, condensed in a corner of the heart, and over time, sharpened into amber.