Deliberate mistake

I am deep in an old house with an antique style. It looks old, but from the carved beams and painted buildings on the decoration and the ornaments of all dynasties and generations, you can still feel the people who once lived here the honorable.

Why am I here?

In fact, I don't really care about this issue, because everything in this house is very familiar to me. I can clearly feel how many guest rooms, how many famous paintings there are, and I also know where the plain-looking porcelain actually comes from. The hand of a master, as if I am the owner of this house, but the strange thing is that I don't have the slightest impression about it.

After going around and going around, I came to a room, and the overwhelming sense of familiarity came up like a tide. For some reason, I felt that I had owned this room before. Its smell, decoration, and furniture seemed to be as kind as if I bought it with my own hands.

The woman was sitting on the Ming Dynasty official hat chair in the corner of the room, making tea contentedly. When she saw me walking in, she waved and said, "Come and sit."

I sat down on another empty chair. I turned my face to the side to see the woman's face clearly. Maybe it was because the steam in the tea was too thick. I couldn't see her face clearly in the mist. This must be a woman of extraordinary temperament.

"You look sad, have you encountered any difficulties?" the woman said while handing me a cup of hot tea.

I nodded in thanks, and moistened my dry tongue with tea: "I have encountered doubts about the family. I don't understand what the so-called family is?"

"Family? Family is something worth dedicating your life to." The woman seemed to have encountered a topic of interest, and her tone became high.

"I want to contribute to the family, but some members of the family don't seem to recognize my dedication." I sighed.

In the room filled with strong tea fragrance, I told the woman what happened to me in Bai's house.

"It's boring, it's too boring. Such a family is not worthy of your devotion. These people are just taking advantage of each other." The woman rolled her eyes, as if her interest was spoiled, "If it was in my family, these inexplicable People have already been executed by me."

execute?So extreme.

"Then which family are you from?" I was a little curious.

"Of course I am... Hey, who is it?"

The woman seemed to be caught in deep memories, muttering something.

"Which family?"

"Which organization?"

"who am I?"

"Who is that person?"

I vaguely heard these words.

"Ah, ah, it's so troublesome, don't think about it, I'm so boring." The woman seemed unable to remember those questions, "All in all, my family is an excellent family."

"That's it."

Through her description, such a family seems to be very desirable.

But which family is it?

I met her for the first time, but for some reason, it seemed like an old friend who had known each other for many years, and we were very familiar with each other.We chatted happily and talked about many things. She was very humorous and told many anecdotes that made me laugh out loud.Time passed quickly amidst laughter and laughter, and the downpour suddenly fell. We watched the plum blossoms swaying in the wind and rain outside the window, and fell into silence for a while.

"It's not just your family that's bothering you." She said, "It's just that the sorrow and resentment on your body won't be so strong."

What a sensitive guy, so familiar with me, did we really know each other before?

"You're right." I drank the last sip of tea and put the cup on the coffee table with a "snap" forcefully. "My troubles are because of someone."

"Is it your lover? Or someone you like?" She laughed softly.

"How is it possible." I also laughed, "It's just a friend who has no feelings and is hopeless."

"Do you miss the days when she was with you?" She gently filled the teacup with tea.

"No." I looked at the smoke rising from the cup, and thought of that lonely and cold face, "I'm just worried about her."

"What are you worried about?"

"I'm worried about what she will look like after I leave." I raised my cup and took a sip of the hot tea, "From what I know about her, since she knows the weakness of not having feelings, she may wear that disguise forever. The mask of sensibility lives on."

"Sounds like a nasty guy." She seemed to agree with me.

"It's an exaggeration to say that even if I could go back, I would probably be killed by her."

"Because you don't have feelings? Although it's cruel to say so, such a person is quite interesting. There is an urge to change her." She couldn't hide the laughter on her lips, "I once had a younger sister, She's also a hopeless person. But, contrary to your friend, she is a completely sentimental and headstrong person."

"Sister, it's really a strange word for me."

But what about "was"?

"That guy..." Her words stuck in her throat, "Strange, why can't I remember her."

She stood up restlessly and said something I didn't understand.

"who is she?"

"Is she dead?"

"Did I kill it?"

I poured the woman a cup of tea and waited for her to calm down.

"I remember." She said in a very soft voice, as if she was afraid of waking someone up.

"I remember who I am." The voice was so soft that I could barely hear it.

I looked up curiously at her face, but I froze because I felt like I was looking in a mirror.

Endless fear arose in my heart.

"I'm not you?"

The man in the mirror burst into an incomparable smile.

The author has something to say:

From here, enter the content of the second volume, and you can guess who the "I" here is.