"You're so kind to the little crow, and you don't know that you think he's the cub you gave birth to in October."

Medici said this, and he was a provocateur of the King of Angels, and the man who could say anything wanted to slap them in the mouth, and combined with the sitting position with his feet crossed on the coffee table and the playful smile - the degree of underbeating was tenfold.

For a moment, I really wanted to throw the newly developed potion cannon into his toilet bowl and let him experience the surprise of waking up to find that the toilet was blocked, but considering the poor ecology of the local area and the innocent people around me, I regretfully gave up the idea and gave him the magic of "Rapunzel" - since then, the nightmare of the middle-aged man "Xie Ding" has completely escaped Medici, that is, his hair is a little "wildfire can't be burned, and the spring breeze blows and grows", and from a distance it looks like a big red Sadako.

"Sadako" dragged this aunt's long bloody hair for a day and a night, and I heard that she was hooked and hung up to her scalp no less than thirty times.

Actually, I know Medici was just trying to express the question, "Do you need to be so nice to him?" but the hunter who doesn't talk well deserves to be cleaned up.

A person's feelings are limited, and the feelings of a mythical creature are even more limited, and it is indeed a rare thing to pay great patience and care for an existence that is not related to him, but for Medici's doubts, I can explain.

After being induced by Amanisis to remember the fact that "the old civilization has fallen", my feelings as "Meng Bai" suddenly lost their home, and I didn't know where to place my parents and friends. When Alex told me the news that he couldn't go back, I thought they were alive and well in another time and space that I couldn't see, hear, or touch - although my disappearance would cause a lot of people to worry, they also had their own people and the lives they loved, and I would only be a small regret and occasionally sigh after dinner.

The only thing I'm worried about is my parents. While I was expecting them to have another child to fill my vacancy and give them a send-off for the rest of their lives, I was worried that they wouldn't have that much time and energy to raise another child, and that it would be dangerous for my mother to give birth at her age - or adopt a child, but if you really want to adopt, don't run into that kind of little white-eyed wolf who turns his face ruthlessly when his wings are hard.

But the so-called "another time and space" does not exist, and my various worries have become a joke, and the feelings of "Meng Bai" are floating like duckweed, and I feel that I have become a lonely ghost, and I can only write history to pass the time, and I am in a state of confusion all day long...... It wasn't until a little crow climbed up on the table and tried to feed me all sorts of food, and stuffed the sweet and sour back into this vain shell, that I was a little surprised, because he knew what I liked to eat.

Feelings are a very mysterious thing, more mysterious than fate.

There is such a story in our school, two music students because of the final exam team-up, they have not crossed paths before, very different personalities, but after an ensemble, they inexplicably become good brothers who talk about everything.

In "La Traviata", no matter how much gold, silver and jewelry the counts and viscounts sent, Marguerite always looked indifferent, but Armand shed tears for her sickly, and she fell in love with him.

….

Previously, I was willing to love Amun, largely because of Alex's entrustment, although he is really a leather monkey sometimes, but I don't like to go back on my word, but after that "feeding", my heart suddenly twitched, and I understood what I wanted.

I wanted a container, a container into which I could throw the redundant and complex feelings of "Monber" into what I might call "love".

Since the people I love and the people who love me are gone, then I will love other beings, love a little crow who is not related to me, love a group of travelers trapped in the desert, love a group of snow-capped mountain people who are in the company of ice and snow, as long as they give me a little trust and admiration, I can use them as containers for me to pour out my feelings, like a dandelion wandering in the wind finds soil.

Of all the vessels, Amon was undoubtedly my closest one, and I poured out the most to Him. History, inventions, writings, interesting stories I encountered when I was a human being, various histories

Cultural practices of the former country...... He is like a sponge absorbing water curiously and happily accepting everything, and occasionally encountering things I don't want to confide in, such as Chinese, he will have a little emotion, but I don't blame him, after all, the phenomenon of "the more you can't get, the more you want" is quite commonplace.

"Since His 'capacity' is so great, it doesn't hurt to confide in him more," I decided to tell him about Monberg, who had been a human being.

After leaving the memorial site for the forsaken remnants, we returned to the place called "home", where one carved candle was lit and placed on the table, and the other was placed on the museum shelf for decoration, and the craftsman applied a layer of glaze after carving it to give it a glassy smooth texture.

"Of course, listening to everything that has to do with 'Monber, there is a price.'"

"At what cost?"

"Remind me when I forget who I am."

"But your memory has always been good."

Amon looked at me inquiringly, trying to understand why I was saying this, since the Rose of Redemption, He has been in a seemingly nonchalant but in fact extremely sensitive state.

"It's not a memory problem." I said, "It's the impermanence of fate that always tosses people beyond recognition."

The life of "Meng Bai" is certainly not as long as that of mythical creatures and high-level extraordinary, but it is also nearly 30 years, and there are many things to say when you look closely—from which child you fought with in kindergarten, to which teacher she was punished when she was in school, to which loved one died, to which student's parents were solemnly thanked.

For a while, I didn't know where to start, so I just asked Him to ask, and I answered.

"Who did you remember when the chief spoke?" Amon asked the first question, and he was afraid that he had been holding back for a long time.

"My mother."

"What about your father?"

"The circumstances of their death are different, and so is my mentality."

After taking me out of the rock crevice, in order to stabilize my mental state, Alex sealed me, allowing me to maintain the level of "Sequence 3", which has divinity and a certain ability to protect myself, but does not rely much on anchors, and at the same time put a lock on my memory, I have memories before the age of nineteen, and those after the age of nineteen are locked up by him - he analyzes from the perspective of a professional psychologist, and my mentality at this node is the most positive and conducive to consolidating my mental state.

….

He was right, at that time, I walked into the university of my choice with great ambition, thinking that "I must do well at the beginning of the four years of college", and I chose my favorite major, so I studied all subjects carefully, and I always rushed to sit in the first row during class, and the teachers of all subjects knew me, and the most familiar of them was the teacher of "English Literary History", I often asked him for sentences that could not be broken down in the original English books, and I also became friends with him.

At that time, I thought I could be called diligent, but I was not so "diligent" in everything, in order to be able to apply for a scholarship in the same dormitory, in order to add a few more points to the application for scholarships, I was running between various competitions, as a volunteer service, when running for student union officials, I would rather form a group with drama lovers I met online to watch the recording of musicals, or find someone who is also idle in the exchange group to play badminton, or go to the café outside the school to touch those oily and slippery cats.

All in all, the combination of work and rest, there is no need to worry about firewood, rice, oil and salt, and I don't know that life is short.

But fate has always been unreasonable, and it did not allow this happy time to last long.

One afternoon, I picked up my phone during the break after playing badminton and found that there were many calls from my mother, and when I was about to call back, a text message popped up -

"Something happened to your dad."

Alex used this text message as a baseline when he blocked his memory, and he made my memory stop twelve hours before I received it, when I was lying in bed as usual, falling asleep.

"What happened?" Amon asked.

"There was a woman who jumped off a building and died, he happened to pass by and was stoned to death." I know

Dao's tone was cold, "She should find an open place."

"What kind of man is he?"

After a moment of silence, Amon asked again.

A man with a lot of friends.

In my memory, my father was always surrounded by many uncles, uncles, uncles and aunts whose names I could or could not name, some pen pals with whom he learned calligraphy, some seniors who had instructed him at work, innkeepers, civil servants, bankers, doctors, writers, and teachers whom I met while traveling...... It is not strange that a man knows many people, but it is strange that he is extremely warm and cordial when dealing with everyone, and the conversation is an hour at a time, which I can never learn, and in the social scene of the Empire, I stayed for less than ten minutes and wanted to slip away.

At his funeral, there was also an endless stream of people who showed regret and described the accident as "flying disaster", many of whom were colleagues of his father, and they all said that he was a man of integrity and competence.

Integrity, competent, responsible, passionate, helpful......

I listened to the impressions of my father from people who came to mourn, nodding my head mechanically like clockwork, and what came to mind was the picture of him teaching me to hold a brush, and he taught me to write a basic "horizontal", and tirelessly said: "Silkworm head swallowtail", "low on the left and high on the right", "light on the pen and heavy on the pen". A monk - he was also a person his father knew before his death, while knocking on the wooden fish while chanting, he recited his "Diamond Sutra", I muttered my writing tips, silkworm head swallowtail, low on the left and high on the right, the pen is heavy and the pen is light...... The cycle repeats itself, like another set of scriptures.

….

There are many things a father teaches his son, but on that night of the wake, all I could think about was that he taught me how to write "horizontal", and I was angry that I couldn't write as good as him, so he wrapped his big hand around my trembling little hand and took me to feel the power of the pen—it was amazing, the paper was as muddy as it was for me to walk, but now it was as smooth as a marble floor.

Two years later, I had a good time in the three-stroke exam, and other students were still struggling to draw the strokes, and I had finished the payment and handed in the papers.

There are always big or small regrets in life, but as long as I aim to "do everything he taught me", the dull pain caused by regret will disappear somewhat.

Ten years later, my mother met another man, who had also lost his spouse in an accident, who was much younger than his mother and had a son who was in elementary school. Perhaps because of the sympathy of the same disease, they began to live together after a period of dating, although I do not hold the old idea that "my mother has to be widowed for the rest of her life", but I always feel that this person has too many thoughts and is not tolerant enough, and it remains to be seen.

But whenever I tentatively talked to my mother about it, she would teach me something else.

Amon asked cooperatively, "What's the matter?"

Thoth said bitterly, "Get married."

Although the national policy at that time was "late marriage and late childbearing", it was too abnormal for a 29-year-old young man to not even have a girlfriend, and she once wondered if there was something wrong with me, and before she could speculate in a more frightening direction, I quickly declared that I had a girlfriend.

There were only two, one was a month before my father's death, and I didn't have much contact with her after my father's death, so she politely expressed her condolences and offered to break up peacefully, and then got along with a handsome guy from the Faculty of Letters; The other is an exchange student, who talked about it in her senior year, and after she went back, it became a long-distance relationship, but as we all know, it is unlikely that a long-distance relationship will achieve positive results, and I was busy preparing for the graduate school entrance examination at that time, and when I came to my senses, she had deleted me.

I admit that it was wrong for me not to wish her a happy holiday on Valentine's Day, but why do good Chinese celebrate the foreign festival? I also ordered flowers for her during the Chinese Valentine's Day.

"Gone?"

She asked me on the phone, and even if she didn't turn it on, I could imagine her hatred of iron.

"It's gone." I added, "I don't have that worldly desire right now."

Mother sneered, and whenever I tried to say something sensual to her, she would ask some realistic questions.

"If you don't get married, you don't have children, and no one will give it

What are you going to do in your old age?" She asked, "Do you want a nurse?" The current caregivers are broken! Two days ago, there was news that a nurse suffocated an old man!"

"Uh......"

"Or do you expect that big raccoon dog you raised to become a sperm? Don't be kidding, you can't become a good person after the founding of the country!"

"I ......"

"Haven't you met one or two female colleagues who can develop a bit?! Fight for some anger!"

"Mom, we're not in the office now, I'm in love, I still have to prepare for class."

I hung up the phone with lightning speed, not expecting it to be my last call to her.

./hariot