In this place where there is no concept of time, Ye Linghuan walked for unknown lengths of time.
Ling Huan felt very tired, sleepy and hungry. As time passed, the hunger became more intense, making her stomach feel like there was a fire burning. The pitiful amount of uncooked rice before had been digested long ago. Of course she was also very thirsty, but she would never dare to drink the water from the Zangtou River. However, there is still a long way to go before actual death. She Zishu accompanied her, and she said that the living would not experience real death in such a place. Ling Huan's current state is close to that of a hungry ghost wandering in the world, enduring the suffering caused by hunger in vain, but unable to die.
It was dusk all day long, and there was no other scene for a moment. Nothing is sometimes a good thing for the living. It is difficult for ordinary animals and plants to survive at the border between the world of death and life and the real world, but if you see the endless sea of flowers on the other side, you will be one step closer to the road to hell. Then when can I return to the real world? She Zishu only said that she returned to her own world when the color of the sky changed, that is, when there was an ordinary change of day and night. As for when, she couldn't give an exact answer.
During this period of time, Ling Huan had discovered that this woman was very different from ordinary people.
She only knows her name. Ling Huan was not without doubts, maybe this woman didn't want to tell her. But after this period of time, she realized that Zi Shu was not pretending. This feeling of being forgotten by the world gave Ling Huan a special kind of affection for her. She wouldn't feel at ease if she talked about her personal affairs with a stranger she had just met, but in such a desolate and lifeless place, there was only one person she could trust. Seven or eight. She had been silent for too long before that.
Except for Ye Yinquan, she talked a lot about Xie Zhe and Han Zhang, and Xue Miyin was no exception. Zishu is a good listener. She is always quiet and always stares at you when you speak - although this is a bit unsettling, she listens carefully after all. Under such expectant gazes, Ling Huan even revealed his guilt towards Xue Miyin without reservation.
"I'm sorry for her." She said, "I will never forgive myself in this life."
"That's right."
She Zishu's answer was what made Ling Yu feel strange. No matter what, most people will say some comforting words after hearing such a tragic story, such as "This is all a last resort, stop blaming yourself" and the like. Although she wouldn't really feel any less guilty because of this, she felt something was wrong without hearing the words from experience. Zishu did listen carefully and never showed any malice towards any of her words or actions. But at this time, Zishu would show such weird offense, like an ill-considered child. Come to think of it, she really has lost her memory.
But there are many types of amnesia.
"Could it be that he hit his head? A relative of mine was like this. When he was seven years old, he fell on his head while playing. He only remembered some moments with acquaintances, but he couldn't even name them... But within two days, he alright."
"I have no obvious injuries." She Zishu touched his head, "And I've been like this for many days."
"So, have you ever been scared by others? When my grandma was young, she had a friend. During the war, her husband and son were both captured as soldiers. After the war, other people came back one after another, but she was given two news of her death. After that, she went crazy and forgot everything. She would not remember it no matter how others explained it. People saw that she would only suffer repeatedly because of learning the truth, so they stopped giving her explanations. Until she died, I feel like I’m only in my thirties, and my husband and son are still at war.”
"Then do you think I'm crazy?"
"It's not like...and if something like this happened, you probably wouldn't want to think about it, right?"
"No. I can't recall the grief at that time, nor will I be stimulated. Naturally, I want to find other lost memories. And now, I don't seem to know what grief is."
Ling Huan looked troubled, but also full of sympathy for She Zishu. Even if it couldn't help her remember anything, she hoped it would at least help find the cause of her amnesia. Ling Huan scratched his head and finally thought of something.
"What about another situation? I also heard from others that there was a man in his forties who lost his memory after having a high fever. Some people said that he was caught in the rain the night before and caught wind and cold; others thought that he was He was possessed by an evil spirit." Ling Huan tried his best to recall the fragments of words he had heard in the past, and narrated them in series, "After the fever subsided, he could not remember anything. He did not know his last name, and his family members had also forgotten it. Like a baby who knows nothing. Little things like dressing need to be taught step by step..."
As Ling Huan spoke, he pondered for a while and muttered: "Wouldn't it make me a fool to think like this?"
She Zishu looked at her quietly, seeming a little helpless, or maybe this was Ling Huan's hallucination due to his embarrassment.
"You're not stupid either..."
Her voice dropped. There was only so much she could think of in She Zishu's situation, let alone help her savior. Zishu naturally didn't mind, she never expected her to solve her troubles. Ling Huan stopped talking, and She Zishu didn't have much conversation either. He didn't bother her silence, so the two of them kept the silence and walked slowly forward along the bank of the Zangtou River.
The surroundings were still enveloped in warm twilight, and they seemed to be walking in the eternally frozen dusk. Only the slowly spreading clouds in the sky reminded them that they were not frozen in time. This special space is breathing its own breath, just like them. There are also many lights and shadows on the river. Ling Quan and She Zishu are walking by the river, and it is inevitable that they will glance at it from time to time. After a while, Zishu noticed something strange. The color of those shadows is much deeper than the clouds in the sky, and they also have their own unique rhythm as they roll and relax.
"There's something in the river."
"What?"
Ling Hu looked into the river and noticed those special shadows. They seemed to be swimming towards the shore, and the two people on the shore stopped at the same time, alert and curious. Soon, layers of shadows crowded together and spread to the river.
A figure stood up and approached the two. Shadows surrounded her like her most loyal followers.
Ling Huan was a little at a loss. She glanced at She Zishu, who didn't respond either. Maybe like her, she still couldn't figure out how to deal with the woman who walked in front of her. Neither man was a man for nothing, and it would be difficult to go toe-to-toe with the newcomer before the other showed hostility. The strange woman's hair covered her eyes, making it difficult to see her expression. Logically speaking, such an appearance should make people wary, but her smile and tone were so friendly that they were confused.
"You are here." She said to Shezishu in a familiar tone, "That's right. You have to work harder, I was forced to bet a lot on you. Hahaha..." Shezishu He opened his lips in confusion, not knowing what to ask. Are you asking what the other person’s words mean, or whether the other person knows you and your past? After the stranger finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at Ling Huan with a smile:
"It's great that you have grown up. When you were a child, you were a little girl that everyone loved, and now you look like this..."
Ling Huan looked at the woman's face carefully, but couldn't remember anything. If she had seen such a special appearance, she should remember it. Could it be that when the other party saw me, he didn't remember much? How could such an "old acquaintance" happen to appear in such a place to meet him?
Although thinking this way, Ling Huan realized that he didn't feel much surprise. In a place like this, anything could happen, and she was used to it. But the questions that should be asked must be asked clearly. Ling Huan does not want to remain confused.
"Um, may I ask what you are..."
"I healed your ears when you were a child, but you may not remember."
Guixiangu said it lightly, as if she didn't think it was a big deal, and it was normal for it to be forgotten. Ling Huan's whole body trembled like an electric shock, panic written on his face. She never expected that the benefactor she had long forgotten would appear in front of her like this. It was too unreal. Is this strange woman really...
"Are you really a ghost fairy?"
"It won't do any good to lie to you, right?"
Guixiangu grinned, her long hair leaving a large shadow on her face. Although Ling Huan could not remember her appearance for a long time, maybe at this time, the person who appeared in this place would not be an ordinary person. Ling Huan had chosen to believe it in his mind, but he still didn't take back the shock and doubt on his expression.
"I came here just to facilitate you. Let me solve your problem first." Guixiangu glanced at the confused Zishu, and then said to Linghuan, "I met your cousin a few days ago. It's called Ye Yinyu, right? There's one word different from you."
Ling Huan became even more convinced that this person was Guixiangu. She nodded repeatedly, forgetting all the pain she had suffered recently, and asked eagerly: "Really? Have you really seen her?! Is she, is she doing well? I, I, I think..."
Guixiangu sneered and said, "Look at how impatient you are. I've calculated that she should have arrived by now - well, it's hard to say. Anyway, I'm here to take you to see her."
There is such a good thing! Ling Huan, who was already so excited that she couldn't even speak, was trembling all over, and the changes in her expression were no longer enough to show the excitement in her heart. She Zishu knew the reason for her excitement, but didn't understand the reason. I had indeed heard her talk a lot about her sister before, and seeing her old friend again...should be worthy of such joy, right? Something moved in her memory, but she couldn't really recall the specific fragment.
But she wasn't happy for long, as a black shadow stretched out from Guixiangu's feet without any real body. They flexibly project onto the phoenix's legs and climb upwards, like tree snakes, like vines, like tentacles. She hadn't figured out what was going on, but she felt that these shadows had a special power, clinging, pulling, and dragging on her clothes and skin. The black shadow beneath his feet spread suddenly, forming a pure black hole.
At a loss, before she could scream, she fell into the abyss under the slightly surprised gaze of She Zishu.
