Watanabe Temple had already huddled herself under the quilt, until it was completely dark outside the window, and then gradually became brighter again, but the heat on her cheeks still did not subside.
Although he had anticipated such a day for a long time and had even made many plans for it, Watanabeji still felt embarrassed——
No matter what kind of person she was in the past, this was indeed the first experience of being confessed to in her memory.
Watanabeji has long since been moved by a romantic confession like any ordinary girl, and after returning to the room, she will keep circling in her mind the atmosphere and content of the confession, and will fantasize about it.
The expressions of the people next to you, or artificially adding some meaningless decorations like filter stickers to the surrounding background.
These are all inevitable jerkiness, but because of this jerkiness, they are a little more memorable.
Watanabeji didn't know if she had fallen in love with anyone in the past twenty years, but before that, she heard from the god named Yadou that she seemed to want to pursue someone named Hibari Kyouya.
Being hunted down as a result of people?
Is it like this?
The girl thought uncertainly.
Now she really wanted to drag that god over and ask her why he knew so many things but refused to reveal any of them to her!
It's really disgusting to be a Riddler, shouldn't she know what she was like in the past?
After thinking of a sudden god, Watanabe Temple's thoughts gradually turned to one side, and he finally felt a little sleepy.
yawn.
The girl yawned and slowly closed her eyelids.
Eh...
Is it a dream?
Watanabe Temple had already looked around blankly.
The surroundings were pitch black, but there were little bits of fluorescence coming from nowhere in the darkness, making it seem less scary.
It seemed like this was the first time the girl had dreamed of such a scene, but she felt that the current scene was particularly familiar and unfamiliar.
Familiar because I seem to have been here many times, strange because I subconsciously feel that there should be no light here.
What is this light?
The girl suddenly discovered that those light spots seemed to be traceable. As long as they simply connected the fluorescent lights in the dark night, they would soon form a line of light leading to an unknown place——
Anyway, I have nothing to do, so why not go over and have a look.
The girl thought this way and raised her feet to take steps.
She just followed the light and walked deeper into the darkness. The further she walked, the greater the resistance she felt - it seemed that this place was not suitable for her to live, and she always felt that something was faintly resisting her.
near.
This instead aroused the girl's rebellious psychology.
You won't let me come over? I insist on coming over!
She moved forward harder.
In fact, it was not just rebellious psychology that was at work, but what made her even more curious was that she heard crying coming from the end of the light - someone was crying there, and it sounded like a girl.
Who is it?
Why cry?
Under the dual influence of curiosity and rebelliousness, the girl didn't know how long she walked, but she just took one more step than usual, and suddenly she seemed to have fallen into another world——
Light came from the side, but the source of that light was not the bright sun, but a rather narrow window that let in dim sunlight.
On the other side of the window is a dilapidated room with little decoration. There are faded posters hanging on the wall of the room, and the words xx Charity Home can be vaguely seen.
But the girl was not attracted by these conspicuous things. Her eyes seemed to be stuck with glue, fixed on the person lying on the bed in front of her.
This was a crying child. His back was facing the direction of the girl. His thin shoulders were trembling and twitching, which was enough to show that the other person's sadness was not caused by such a trivial matter as being robbed of candy.
"Why are you crying?" the girl wanted to ask the other party.
The child seemed to be startled, her shoulders stopped moving, her whole body froze in place with some fear and curiosity, and her head slowly turned back.
"because--"
The next second, the girl sat up from the bed. Her heart was beating loudly, but her mind was rarely blank——
Did you have a dream just now...?
She couldn't remember.
"Awu, why do you think people can't remember what they dream about?"
While having breakfast, Watanabe Temple suddenly asked this question.
Yamamoto Takeshi was stunned for a moment, then he smiled heartily and said, "Because the brain also needs to rest. There are so many things to remember during the day, and it would be too hard to work hard at night."
This is a pretty qualified answer.
But the girl couldn't help but pout, it seemed that this was not the answer she wanted.
Takeshi Yamamoto noticed Watanabe Terahaya's lack of interest and asked curiously, "Did Terahaya dream about something? About the past?"
The only thing that can make a girl with amnesia care so much is the memory of the past, right? Could it have something to do with those underground organizations?
A hint of darkness flashed in the man's eyes, and then he listened more carefully.
In fact, Watanabe Temple didn't remember much, and there were at most a few scenes left in her mind. She tried hard to recall those scenes, and while thinking about it, she said slowly -
"It should be something from the past, but I always feel like I saw other people's things."
"There's no sense of reality."
"It would be nice if I could remember."
"Terahaya, do you want to recall the past memories?" Yamamoto Takeshi ate his porridge spoon.
The girl hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded, "If I have the chance, I will try to remember it, otherwise I will occasionally feel very uneasy - what if the past me is different from what I imagined?"
"It's okay when things like amnesia appear in TV dramas, but when it's my turn, I can't help but wonder... What if the me now is different from the me before? Will that count?
Two people? When I think back on it, will it still be the same as it is now?"
Watanabeji had been trying hard to summarize his recent state of mind, and finally came to a logical conclusion: "It's probably because I'm too worried about this, so I have such inexplicable dreams. Look at it from the perspective of a bystander."
Myself or something..."
She knocked her head in distress.
"Ah hahaha, don't worry so much." The man laughed, still convincing and cheerful - "No matter how things change, it will still be the same."
"Then Awu won't worry. What if I become a stranger in the future when I think about it?"
"No matter what, I will always know 'Watanabeji Hayao'." Takeshi Yamamoto touched the girl's head, "If you become a stranger, then start getting to know her again."
"The you now and the you before are just like the me in junior high school and the me now, just 'Watanabeji Hayao' in different stages. If only it is difficult to re-understand, I am still very good at social aspects.
Confident.”
As he spoke, the man laughed heartily, showing his neat and white teeth.
Watanabeji had already blinked his beautiful green eyes, and suddenly put down his chopsticks silently.
Her eyes were lowered, but her hands were raised and spread to both sides.
Yamamoto Takeshi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled.
The man stood up, and the chair behind him made a not-so-pleasant drag sound, but no one paid attention to this.
His legs are very long and his steps are very long. It only takes two or three steps to go from one side of the table to the other.
Then, Yamamoto Takeshi squatted down, and the girl's raised hands were wrapped around his neck.
That's a child's gesture asking for a hug;
And the person being asked easily understood this difficult question.
Watanabe Temple had buried his cheek on the man's shoulder and neck, and suddenly felt a lot more at ease. The insecurities that had been lingering in his heart since the morning all disappeared like clouds in this solid hug, and only the things in front of him could be seen.
is real——
Awu is right.
As long as you don't completely replace a person, you will still be your true self no matter how much you lose your memory.