At half past eight in the evening, the cheap guardian—or rather the gentleman—called Kashasha out and they went for a walk together.
Naturally, Kashasha would not give up such a great opportunity to go out and scout the environment. After packing up the gray hair last year left his room.
However, during the walk, the gentleman was keenly aware of the gray-haired young man's displeasure.
To be honest, Ikashasha has a bit of a ghostly appearance, and when he holds his face, he looks like a ghost doll who wants to curse people.
"Have you been fooled?" the gentleman asked.
"How do you know - well, you were indeed fooled."
Kashasha replied, belatedly thinking that this kind of rehabilitation training after memory cleaning was new to him, but for that gentleman, he had already experienced it four times. This is probably why Mr. can predict his actions perfectly.
In other words, the cheap guardian watched as he was tricked by him many times! And then stay silent about it!
"I can't help it. You didn't lose your memory before, but you asked me again and again not to expose your own tricks. I can't favor one thing against another, so I agreed to him."
A smile appeared on the corner of the gentleman's mouth, and he said slowly,
"Look on the bright side, you didn't suffer, Kashasha. You were just teased, and the person who teased you patiently wrote 50,000 to 60,000 words of nonsense."
That's right...
Writing that thing is much more labor-intensive than reading it. This is hurting the enemy by a thousand and hurting yourself by eight hundred. No, the person who wrote the preface was also himself!
This is a philosophical question, so did he suffer a big loss at the same time, or did he suffer a big loss twice? Kashasha fell into chaos for a moment.
I have to say that Kashasha is the most fun to play with during this time period. Seeing the gray-haired young man's performance, the gentleman chuckled and began to whisper:
"You can also use the same method to tease the next one. For example, add something in the preface to ensure that the next Kashasha is more confused. Don't worry, I will definitely help you keep the secret."
Kashasha instinctively felt something was wrong, but his resentment at being teased made him very attracted to this idea...
After hesitating for two seconds, he decided not to have a conscience and follow the advice in the preface. There was no need to regard the past Kashasha and the future Kashasha as himself.
…Maybe that’s how the preface turned into almost 60,000 words step by step.
"Although it sounds a bit unethical...will you really help keep the secret?"
The gray-haired young man asked, trying hard to pretend that he was not attracted by the idea - in fact, he had already thought about adding something to the preface.
"certainly."
Kashasha became happy again and crossed the gravel path in front of him with brisk steps. They are now in a very large luxury sanatorium, and the room used as the "initial birth point" for Kashasha is just the tip of the iceberg of the sanatorium.
The surrounding scenery of the sanatorium is beautiful. However, winter night falls very early, and the carefully arranged trees and flowers turn into ghostly shadows in the twilight. Although it is dark, there are lights so you can see the road clearly.
The gentleman was already feeling tired.
His body does not support prolonged exercise. However, the cane engraved with crow patterns can make his steps full of grace at such times. Although the potion of the first generation Kashasha can intervene in his genetic defect, it still cannot cure it.
The current Kashasha is full of energy and seems to be full of curiosity about everything.
He ran in front of the gentleman, and then returned after being out of the latter's sight. At first there was some sound in the steps of the gray-haired young man, but then it became silent. Residual muscle memory ensures that Kashasha is a natural stalker.
After walking around the sanatorium, a set of stairs appeared in front of the gentleman.
There are more than a dozen levels, and each level is not very high. But with his physical condition, he definitely cannot walk on the ground like Kashasha.
Kashasha stood at the top of the steps and watched. He seemed to be thinking about coming down. The worry and concern in his eyes were quite clear.
"No need." The gentleman said, "Although my physical condition is not good now, it is not to the point where I need help from others."
His tone was a bit cold. Kashasha then stood at the top obediently and watched him climb up with difficulty.
When he was almost at the top, the gray-haired young man couldn't help but reach out and give his guardian a hand.
"Sorry, sir." Kashasha smiled innocently, with a bit of cunning.
The gentleman said nothing and patted the gray-haired young man, indicating that they were going back. This time Kashasha did not walk in front, but followed him slowly and unhurriedly.
The gentleman sighed inwardly.
Even if there is the barrier of losing memory, gaining Kashasha's trust at this stage basically costs nothing.
The untrained Kashasha was easily influenced by the external environment. Through various small details, the gentleman was able to make the gray-haired young man accept him as his guardian in less than a day.
After this stage, the gentleman will never have this opportunity again.
…………
Kashasha returned to his room.
He rolled on the bed first, and the book that had ruined him was still on the bedside. "Grimm's Fairy Tales" was returned to the gentleman's bookshelf. The gun was stuffed under the pillow, within easy reach of him.
There was a USB flash drive on the bedside table that recorded all his memories. The problem was that the husband gave him the USB flash drive but not the computer——
The reason is that it is too late now. He hoped that the gray-haired young man could develop a good routine instead of staying up all night. Anyway, he would have plenty of time to read tomorrow.
This was indeed the case. Kashasha knew that he would not be able to help reading those memories overnight.
Faced with this kind of concern, Kashasha couldn't refuse. He even drank the pure milk that the gentleman warmed for him, which he had no interest in drinking. This made Kashasha feel like she was being cared for like a child.
"It feels a bit difficult to cope with..."
The gray-haired young man murmured softly, staring at the ceiling with intricate patterns.
The nonsense preface actually served other purposes besides wasting his time:
It subtly left the rationality of memory cleansing in Kashasha's heart; and between the lines and the gentleman's dependence and familiarity, it gave him the concept of a guardian.
That gentleman used scheming.
"Whether he made no secret about cleaning his memory, or whether he personally handed me the self-defense weapon later, it was all calculated."
"Including hand-cooked dinners and walks, deliberately showing off his declining physical strength in front of me..." Kashasha said to himself, "Sir, he wanted to gain my trust, and he was even showing weakness. Suddenly he felt a little flattered."
Kashasha also observed the situation when he went for a walk:
The nursing home he is currently in is not a heavily guarded place. It is not even far from the city, and you can see a few lights.
If he wanted to run away, it would be easy with the knowledge left in his brain.
Therefore, although that gentleman is using conspiracy, his attitude is sincere. Kashasha found it really difficult to refuse such a guardian——
He could tell that his husband really cared about him, even though he might be hiding something.
"If the review can record all my previous memories, then the impact of amnesia on me will not be particularly great... Maybe I can be more tolerant to my family?"
"My Healing Game"
Even so, the messy preface still made Kashasha a little concerned... and he rolled on the bed a few times. He reluctantly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
