Vast and chaotic, heavy smoke and clouds, during the walking, sometimes cold wind, sometimes snow, sometimes rainstorm, sometimes warm sun......

The four seasons overlap and change with each other in just one hour, and Nangong walks in it at night, sometimes covered with frost and snow, and sometimes dry mouth.

After walking through a period of chaos, I saw a towering tree, with thick branches and no leaves, only red persimmon-like fruits.

Nangong Wan, who was thirsty, picked one and took a bite. It didn't smell good, it was shriveled, and it was like eating a candle.

"Who? Steal my fruit! ”

A childish voice suddenly rang out.

Before Nangong Wan could raise his eyes to look over, a fruit fell on his head, causing him to frown in pain.

He couldn't even hide from a single fruit, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

Behind the chaotic clouds came a chubby boy with a round face, and when he walked, the flesh on his cheeks trembled slightly, and he shook and trembled.

The kid's eyes are big and round.

The little guy frowned, and asked Nangong Wan fiercely: "Who are you?" Why Steal My Story? ”

"Story?" Nangong Wan glanced at the fruit in her hand and felt it carefully, only to find that a story was imprinted in her mind: the abandoned three-year-old child was picked up by a masked woman and raised in black porcelain.

The child in the story looks exactly like the child in front of him.

Nangong Wan threw the fruit back to him, "Manly man, don't be so stingy." If you come to my territory, let alone a single fruit, even the whole fruit tree can be given to you. ”

The child crossed his waist and said solemnly: "You don't have a fruit tree, so you can say it casually, this is called a false mouth." Shame, shame. ”

The child really made Nangong Wan a little ashamed.

"Then you say, how am I going to make it up to you?" Nangong asked in the evening.

The child buckled the back of his head and thought for a long time but didn't come up with a way, and pointed with his hand, "Then you say." ”

Nangong Wan grabbed the child's finger and asked him to put his hand down, "You can't point your finger at someone when you speak." Okay, I'll tell you a story, as compensation? ”

"Really?" There was a sparkle in the child's eyes.

Nangong nodded lately.

A handful of folk tales were grabbed, and Nangong Wan casually told one. The child listened very carefully, with blank eyes, watery eyes, and well-behaved and ignorant.

After the story was told, Nangong Wan put the half-eaten fruit in the child's hand, "Now we will write it off." ”

The child was still immersed in the story and nodded slowly.

Nangong Wan tapped the tip of his nose, "What's your name?" ”

The child reacted, "You broke into my territory, and you didn't report your name first, but let me tell you first, no way." ”

"If you don't say it, you don't say it, it seems that some of them don't want to make friends with me. In this case, if there is any good story in the future, I can only hold it in my heart. Nangong said late.

"Don't, don't, my name is Night." The boy grabbed the corner of Nangong Wan's clothes and begged for the same.

The word "dark night" fell heavily on Nangong Wan's body.

He calmed down and asked the child, "Do you like to hear me tell stories?" ”

The night chicken nodded like a peck at rice.

Nangong Wan said: "It's better to play a game, I'll tell you a story, and you answer me a question." ”

The child nodded again like a chicken pecking rice.

After a short story was told, the child was still proud, but Nangong Wan said: "Okay, it's time to answer me a question." Why are you here? Is there someone who told you to keep something here? ”

The child folded his fingers and counted carefully, "These are three questions. You'll have to tell me two more stories. ”

Nangong Wan said: "As long as you answer me, I can tell you three." ”

The child was so excited that she replied, "Sister Yaoxi asked me to stay here, saying that she would take me out of here when I grew up." ”

"It's boring here, there's no good food to eat, and even though I don't have to eat or drink or get hungry or thirsty, I still like the excitement outside."

Nangong Wan pointed to the fruit on the tree, "Where did those stories come from?" ”

"That's another problem! You owe me another story. ”

Nangong couldn't help him at night, "Okay, okay, I owe it first, and then settle the bill together." ”

The child said happily, "When I came, there was already a lot of fruit on these trees." After I moved in, every once in a while, new fruit would grow from the tree. ”

Nangong Wan: "Listen to what you mean, there is more than one tree here?" ”

"Of course." The child stood up and pointed into the distance.

Nangong Wan's gaze followed the child's point, the clouds dispersed, and trees were revealed. They resemble the fruit-rich persimmon trees in the human world, with golden, yellow and clear fruits emitting a shimmer on the branches.

If these fruits contain memories of living life, where should he start looking for them?

"Do you know what stories are hidden in these different fruits?" Nangong asked in the evening.

The child shook his head, "Too much." ”

yes, too many.

"It's time for you to tell me a story." The child begged Nangong Wan.

Nangong Wan was actually in no mood to pay attention to him, if he couldn't find the memories that belonged to the owner as soon as possible, the situation would be very passive.

"You want to pay off?" The child saw that he was absent-minded and thoughtful.

Nangong Wan saw the child's angry face and said: "Of course I won't repay the debt, but I want to find something very important now, and when I find it, I can tell you as many stories as you want to hear." ”

"Liar." The child was frustrated and disappointed.

Nangong Wan stretched out his hand to pick a fruit and took a bite, it was the story of a man who was addicted to a gambling house and abandoned his wife and children, not what he was looking for.

"Are you hungry?" The child pointed to the distance, "If you are hungry, you can eat the fruit of the tree over there, it is very sweet." ”

"Besides, I've heard all those stories, so it doesn't matter if you eat them all." The child's generous and well-behaved appearance made Nangong Wan very fond, and reached out and touched his little head.

"I'm not here to eat." Nangong was preoccupied at night.

"Is what you're looking for related to these fruits?" Styx asked.

Nangong Wan suddenly thought of something, squatted down and asked, "Have you ever heard a name, Yange?" ”

When the night heard these two words, her face was wrong, "Why are you asking this?"

Nangong Wan hesitated, didn't dare to tell the truth, and said nonsense: "When I went to Tiangong Tower, I heard someone mentioning this name, as if she had locked all the stories in her mind here. I thought of it just now, so I asked. ”

The child vigilantly signaled Nangong to silence the evening.

"Shh......h

The child said: "Don't mention this name, Sister Yaoxi will be unhappy." ”

After speaking, the child pointed to the distance, "The fruit of the tree I want you to eat is all related to words and songs." It's so sweet. ”

Nangong Wan touched her stomach, "I'm just hungry, you take me there." ”

The child tilted his head and looked up at him, "Then you'll have to tell me a lot of stories." ”

"No problem." Nangong Wan touched the child's head.

The child walked with Nangong Wan for a long, long time, and finally stopped under a huge tree.

Many of the trees were bitten into the trees, and the night pointed to them and said, "These are not sweet." ”

After speaking, he picked a fruit, and just when Nangong Wan wanted to stop it, he had already taken a bite of it and ate it with relish, "This is sweet." ”

He handed the fruit to Nangong Wan.

If the fruit is eaten, how can you help Yange get back her memory.