Chapter Ninety-Seven: My Name Is Xiao Mu

It was almost dawn when Qiu Cheng fell asleep, because it was summer at this time, and the night was actually very cool, and there were no hateful mosquitoes by the river, which felt like a favor to him, and there was nothing to disturb him while he was sleeping. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

And even in the daytime, there are pedestrians or vehicles passing by the riverside road on the riverbank, but no one cares about the sleeping autumn journey, some people see it, but also try to avoid it, like facing a homeless man, or a madman, they may be worried that if they wake up the madman, the madman will beat people, or they are worried that the madman is a disease, a disease that will be transferred.

In short, in this city where mechanization is constantly running, no one will pay attention to a weak person, pay attention to a person who is sleeping on the grass.

Qiu Cheng because of the lethargy after the memory operation,So he slept until more than four o'clock in the afternoon,These days because of memory things,He has completely become a nocturnal person.,Daytime is because of this reason to sleep.,And night is the beginning of the story.,Daytime sleep,It's to forget everything.。

And there was no scorching sun on this day, the dark clouds came and went, as if it was going to rain, but it never rained, the weather forecast kept saying that there would be rain today, but the rain was like a shy girl, and it never came to Shinkong City, as if waiting for something.

And this night, Qiu Cheng almost didn't have any dreams, as if there was nothing left, sleep was sleep, so deep that it made people feel dead, in the cool wind, finally he moved a few times, and then opened his eyes.

He saw the scenery again, a beautiful and prosperous city, and a beautiful river, and then he sat up straight, feeling that his head was a little dizzy, he didn't know why he was dizzy, looking at this strange city, he was in a strange place, he didn't know why he was here, why he fell asleep here.

He looked at himself, he was dressed in clothes, nothing else, but there was a suitcase next to him, he opened it to see, some equipment, keys and other things, and then looked at the bracelet on his wrist, as if he understood something, and then closed the suitcase and stood up, because he had slept for too long, the balance of his body was not good, his dizziness was aggravated, and he almost fell to the ground again, but he supported it.

He sat on the long stone chair on the riverside road again, as if he had experienced an exhausting thing, and now he needed to rest, looking at the people passing by, strange, he was like a person with a blank mind, trying his best to understand the world.

At this time, no one paid attention to Qiu Cheng, and finally he had rested enough, and felt that he was very hungry, so he began to want to look for food, only to find that he had nothing left except a suitcase.

I had no choice but to walk along the riverside road, a little embarrassed, like a person who had just come to this city, penniless, and a decadent look, if it was a little dirtier, he would be treated as a beggar.

Walking on the side of the road, Qiu Cheng tried to reach out and want to take a ride, although he didn't know where he should go, but now he just wanted to leave this place and see other places.

There were often cars passing by on the road, but none of them stopped, and he seemed to know that this would happen, and he looked at his whole body to understand what was going on, and as if he understood what would happen to everyone in this city, and finally there was no intention of stopping the car.

He felt like he was alone, like he was alone in a city with no people at all, like an empty city where no one could help him, or like a ghost who would see him.

Secretly sad, as if he was born with the same existence in his heart, he suddenly found that this feeling was very familiar, and wondered if he had this situation often before, and then his heart began to slowly get used to it, this feeling with sadness.

Walking aimlessly like this, just when Qiu Cheng was secretly hurting himself, on the road, a car passed by, and suddenly braked beside him, Qiu Cheng subconsciously stopped, this is a very ordinary car, which can be seen everywhere on the street.

The window opened, and the driver was a man of a certain age, who looked like he should be in his forties, but with the kind of old man who made people feel a little rustic, he said to Qiu Cheng: "Young man, I saw you stretching out your hand just now, do you want to take a ride!" ”

Qiu Cheng didn't speak, just paused for a moment, then nodded, and the man said with a smile: "Then come up!" Looking at your sloppy appearance, it's really a bit unbearable. ”

Qiu Cheng felt that he had met a kind person, and he was a little excited to get on the bus.

The car started again, Qiu Cheng sat on the co-pilot's seat, and the memory seller's suitcase was placed on the side, and the person who was a little older saw the suitcase, obviously recognized who this suitcase was, and asked with a smile: "Are you a memory seller?" ”

Qiu Cheng was a little embarrassed and touched the suitcase and replied, "I want to...... I guess so! ”

The man felt that Qiu Cheng's answer was a little funny, what should it be, but he didn't ask this question, but asked, "Where are you going?" ”

Faced with this problem, Qiu Cheng had a headache, even he didn't know where he was going, and he didn't seem to have a purpose in his mind, how could he know where he was going? Finally he replied, "I don't know." ”

The man was even more depressed, someone wanted to take a ride, but he didn't even know where to go, isn't this a little strange, and then asked: "Did you just come to this city?" I don't know how to get there, I'm very familiar with Shinkora, you tell me a place, I'm sure I'll be able to find it. ”

Hearing that person say that, Qiu Cheng seemed to try his best to recall something, and then said slowly: "I don't know the name of that place, I just have a little impression in my mind, I just know that there are office buildings, some old houses, old communities, and many alleys." ”

The man's face darkened when he heard this, and he felt like he had met a madman, and said with a smile: "Young man, you don't even know the name of the place, then I have no choice, according to what you said, office buildings, old houses, old communities, and alleys, this, you can see it everywhere in Xinkong City!" Aren't you kidding me? ”

Qiu Cheng was still helpless, he didn't know how to answer, as if he was very uncomfortable, he wanted to say something, but there was nothing to say in his head, he seemed very helpless, or innocent.

The man saw this, sighed, and then continued, "Or else! I see that you are a little pitiful, it seems that something has happened again, why don't you go to my store first, please eat something, and then talk about the rest of the matter, what do you think? ”

This person seemed to be very relieved Qiu Cheng, and Qiu Cheng was so moved that he wanted to say something when he heard someone treat him like this, but in the end he just said: "Thank you!" ”

The man smiled happily and didn't care at all, Qiu Cheng looked at this person, felt that he was lucky, he had met a kind person, and then continued: "Thank you so much, excuse me, what do you call it!" ”

The man smiled happily and replied while driving, "My surname is Zhang, and everyone around me calls me Lao Zhang, so you can call me Lao Zhang too!" ”

Qiu Cheng smiled faintly and nodded.

Lao Zhang was still very polite and asked back: "Young man, then what do you call it!" ”

Qiu Cheng smiled faintly, stretched out his hand, revealing the bracelet of the memory seller, and replied lightly: "My name is Xiao Mu, and I am a memory seller." ”