Qiuqiu took a deep breath, and suddenly the thing she was looking for jumped in front of her, making her feel at a loss.
Is she really ready?
This mural should also record her experiences just like the deeds of those seniors?
She lowered her head and opened her eyes.
Suddenly I felt... this feeling of panic is called being close to homesickness?
Qiuqiu raised her head again.
OK, she is mentally prepared.
No matter what she saw on the stone wall, she felt that she could accept it—
Wait, why can't you see anything?
Qiuqiu leaned forward and his face was almost pressed against the stone wall, but the stone wall in front of him was still blank and smooth.
What did she see just now?
There was clearly a portrayal on it just now, why did she lower her head and make psychological preparations? All these things are gone?
It's impossible that she read it wrong, right?
No, it's definitely not a mistake.
The person who carved these pictures should be taller than her. When a person writes and draws on a vertical surface, he will naturally choose a height parallel to his sight.
But now, no matter how high or low it is, there is indeed a blank space on the stone wall.
Where did the picture just now go?
Qiuqiu reached out to touch her without giving up.
There is nothing.
What happened? Who replaced the thing in front of her?
The sound of the wind roared past his body, and something rushed into his eyes.
Qiuqiu instinctively reached out to block his eyes.
The wind made her unable to stand steadily, so she took a big step back and put her back on the stone wall.
The stone wall was cold, and the coldness poured in from the back, flowing through the whole body like a rapid flow. Qiuqiu felt his feet weak, like an undercurrent, two feet, half a person, and finally he was dragged into it.
, She felt as dull as a stone. She kept sinking, she couldn't move at all.
Qiuqiu can't see anything clearly.
Countless mixed voices seemed to be calling her anxiously. Qiuqiu instinctively wanted to respond, but she couldn't make a sound, and her throat seemed to be blocked.
Many mottled lights and shadows pounced on the face and body. Countless flavors of ups and downs, and the autumn and autumn seem to have tasted every kind, but they can't taste every kind of taste.
What's going on.
The sounds gradually settled and the wind stopped.
Qiuqiu stood in the dark sky, surrounded by countless gorgeous lights and shadows.
Are those fog-like pictures peeled off the stone wall?
No……
No.
Qiuqiu reached out and gently touched a little soft shadow.
This is not a picture on the stone wall.
This is... her memory.
She knew that she could feel it.
Shi'er walked towards her from not far away.
He walked through the complicated lights and shadows and walked to her side.
"Shi'er..."
Qiuqiu looked at the person standing in front of her and felt mixed feelings.
In these surging pasts, almost every film has his existence, and he firmly occupies all her memories, even if those are broken pieces.
"Where do these... come from?"
Qiuqiu felt uncertain and panic in his heart.
These memories that should belong to her were scattered in this place.
"I don't know either." Shi'er said softly: "The Ninth Peak controls the inheritance of the Ninth Peak, and every disciple of the Ninth Peak will leave their former marks here."
Elder Zhou's voice came from afar: "The Master of Peak is right. These fragments are gathered together by this place. Their past sadness and past events are all sealed on this wall. This memory just now
Suddenly I broke free from my ties, because you were looking for them, and they were also looking for you."
Qiuqiu stood there in a daze, looking at the passages, the light and shadows and sounds, and couldn't say a word.
"Qiuzhang Peak, the past you want to find is here."
Here is the past she wants to find?
Qiuqiu looked around in a wandering manner.
She wanted to get all this back so much, but all this was in her hands now, and she suddenly hesitated and uneasy.
What kind of person was she in the past?
Is she the same person as she in the past?
Are these memories really what she wants?
...There was a lot of chaos in her mind, and countless thoughts came one after another.
What exactly is she afraid of?
Elder Zhou did not show up, nor did he speak again.
Shi'er just stood quietly behind her and did not urge her.
Qiuqiu turned his head and looked at him.
He hopes that she will get back?
It must be.
Because of these pasts, each section has his existence.
This is her and him.
What exactly is she like when he wants?
Is she now? Or... or is she the person he imagined and remembered?
Qiuqiu's doubts and anxiety gradually became clearer.
What is she afraid of?
She asked herself, what was she afraid of?
What she fears is...losing herself.
Accepted the memories of the past, the feelings of the past, the likes and dislikes of the past...
Is she still the same as she is now?
Will she be changed and twisted into another person? Will she forget the present instead?
she……
Qiuqiu took a deep breath.
The quiet beside her was surprisingly quiet, so quiet that she could hear her heartbeat.
Beat, beat.
Jump so fast and so uneasy.
Qiuqiu had not made a decision for a long time, and Shi'er did not urge her at all.
He just stood quietly beside her.
No matter what decision she made, he understood.
Regardless of whether she has regained her past memories or not, she is his favorite person.
The past they share is sadness and joy.
But in the long years he lost her, he had long stopped looking at anything else.
As long as you find her, as long as you see her, his wish is enough.
Qiuqiu's wandering eyes and lonely figure made him feel particularly unbearable.
She is in a dilemma with gains and losses.
Everything in front of her was what she was looking for, but when it was really coming, she didn't know how to face it or accept it.
He understands all these, and understands them all.
No matter how she chooses, he will not change anything to her.
"Shi'er."
He replied: "I'm here."
Qiuqiu turned his head.
"Have you ever had this kind of time?"
Don't know how to choose?
He thought about it seriously, nodded and said, "Have you done that."
He has had such times.
That was when they returned to the Central Plains from the Nine Peaks. At that time, the forces in the Demon Realm were infiltrated and the situation was extremely dangerous. Before he left, Elder Ou made a divination for them.
He may die.
He was not afraid of death, but he couldn't bear to let Qiuqiu go with him to die.
He hesitated along the way, and then he made a decision.
He found a reason to let Qiuqiu return to Jiufeng.
If there is any disaster, he is willing to bear it all. Even if he dies without regret. But he doesn't want her to encounter those dangerous disasters, and he doesn't want her to endure the pain and sorrow. He hopes that she will live well, if he encounters an accident,
He hopes that she can forget him and then walk her life path with carefree care.
But things never develop according to people's planned advances. Qiuqiu came back too quickly. His plan was lost. She entered the sealed land with him and stood with him. She faced everything side by side without retreating
Half a step.
He was determined to use his life and everything he had to protect him.
But the final result was that Qiuqiu used her life and everything to protect him.
Elder Ou’s hexagram was not wrong, but the person who left the last time was not him.
He thought he had made the right decision, but the final result was unexpected.
Qiuqiu said softly: "I don't know...will I become another person."
"You have always been you."
"Yes." Qiuqiu turned his head: "I want to know how we met and fell in love in the past. I want to feel the mood at that time. The joy at that time... You can tell me everything even if you do it.
But for me, it is still a story, someone else's experience, and I can't get it myself."
She still longed to find it back and remembered it.
Not only experience, but also feelings and emotions.
Qiuqiu took a step forward.
The lights and shadows that were originally hanging there quietly suddenly became as if disturbed.
They flew all over the sky, as if swept by the strong wind, threw it into the high air, and began to fall down again.
It was like a heavy snowfall.
Qiuqiu raised his face, countless fragments of light and shadow, and those broken and fragmented sounds, red joy, pale sorrow of separation, gray loss, black fear...
Countless colors mixed together, countless sounds gathered into a stream, Qiuqiu's tears came out at some point, and she stood there with tears in her face, her body trembling as if it was unloaded.
Shi'er's eyes were all her, all of her.
He saw every move, every subtle sound, and every reaction of her.
Qiuqiu's body shook, as if from a distant place, or from the depths of her body.
She fell back softly.
Shi'er reached out to catch her, as if she had caught a snowflake falling from her heart.
She is so light and so soft.
Shi'er held her face, Qiuqiu's eyes were half closed, there was no blood on her cheeks, and her lips lost their rosy color like petals in the cold wind, and they were still trembling gently.
"Qiuqiu?"
Qiuqiu did not open his eyes.
Shi'er hugged her tightly and carefully.
At this moment, he also felt panic and uneasy.
He had no confidence in his heart.
There won’t be any accident in Qiuqiu, right?
This way of retrieving memories will not cause any trauma to her?
If she struggles with pain, Shi'er would rather she not touch these things in her life.
"Qiuqiu? Qiuqiu?"
Qiuqiu's eyes slowly opened.
Her eyes were as clear as spring water, quiet and pure.
"Qiuqiu?"
She heard his voice, but it seemed that she didn't hear it.
Her hand moved forward and pointed: "Look." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support are my greatest motivation.)