[Tutorial] Butterfly Effect

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half year later

"I feel like I have had a long dream. The dream is full of fog and everything is blurred. When I wake up, I feel like I have forgotten something. Forget it, the dream is probably nothing more than this."

After the bitter winter, the branches spit out tender buds, and the spring is full of vitality.Then the flowers withered and the leaves bloomed, and the blue sky was covered with green everywhere, and the halos of light fell in the gaps between the branches and leaves, mottled.With the hot wind and the singing of cicadas, midsummer has come again with hot steps.

Lian Qing wondered if she had received the favor of some god overnight, in other words, the pie fell from the sky, and she unexpectedly learned many things she had never touched before without a teacher.On the occasion of the New Year, she woke up from her dream, looking at the sky filled with colorful fireworks to celebrate the arrival of the New Year. She was at a loss and always felt that something was different, but she couldn't detect it.

It wasn't until she turned on the computer as usual to watch some animations that she felt that something was missing.Usually there seemed to be some books piled on the table, but now they were empty.

Can't remember, forget it.

Japanese dramas that can be understood without subtitles, sports tests that can be successfully passed without hiding, and even internships are handled with ease, as if they have long been familiar with the process of processing these documents.

Ah Qing felt that his brain was burned out, so he suddenly became a world-class wizard.Everyone was amazed at her change, the person who stayed at home all the time and didn't even bother to move her fingers, is now as diligent as a worker bee returning home with honey.

But she felt that something was missing, but everyone around her told her that she must have fallen asleep.

And she finally ushered in the summer of graduation.

Complicated graduation design, dreadful graduation defense, and taking graduation photos in a loose bachelor gown, Lian Qing looked at the school that had carried her for four years, and finally bowed deeply.

She chose to travel alone, as a last indulgence before embarking on her career.

The location is Italy.

She is very puzzled. She loves China's Jiangnan water town and desert style more than Western countries.But this country, full of religious color and aftertaste of the Renaissance, has always attracted her.Apart from these cultural backgrounds, something else seemed to attract her.But... can't remember.

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If you haven't been to Sicily, it's like you haven't been to Italy.

The largest island in the Mediterranean also has the densest population.Across the southwest of the Apennine Peninsula, this source of beauty sits quietly here.The hot and dry Mediterranean climate makes the summer here seem a little sticky, but it is obviously much cooler than the hot Chinese stove.

The saltiness in the sea breeze and the sound of the waves beating against the sea bring vitality to this beautiful island.The cultures of Byzantium, Arabia, ancient Rome, etc. are intertwined in this vast religious land.

To Ah Qing's surprise, understanding the conversations of the residents here is as easy as eating and drinking.And fluent Italian also blurted out, smooth tongue sound, tongue tip to the palate and then fall to the bottom of the rhyme.

Ah Qing adjusted the sunglasses on his nose, watching the people coming and going in front of him through the dark brown translucent lenses.Intricately carved attics, towering church spires, majestic statues of St. Mark, and white doves fluttering on the wires.All of this made her feel inexplicably familiar, and she could even blurt out what was around here—as if she had lived here for a long time.

The historic architecture of Palermo is integrated with the modern city, combining ancient rhyme with technology.Every piece of relief with sharp angles, every pair of colorful carvings, every column full of geometric sculptures, all of which linger in the heart of the color of this Muslim city.

Every time she passes through the streets and alleys, and every time she meets the enthusiastic smiles of the residents here, she feels as if she has been separated from another world.The language barrier and isolation that I was worried about did not happen.In fact, her parents didn't agree with her coming here alone at first, but in the end they couldn't hold back her obsession.

Every flower and tree here seems to have been admired before, but there is a refreshing feeling.

Strolling across the square in the middle of the street, sitting quietly by the fountain, she took out a sketchbook from her bag, watched the white pigeons jumping and pecking at the feed, and people came and went with warm smiles. She habitually dropped the tip of the pen on the paper, There was a smooth buzzing sound.

Everything is so peaceful, the rhythm is as slow as a melodious flute.And she wants to record this long-standing cultural charm and the smiling passers-by together, and make it an eternal commemoration.

With each stroke, she always had a strange illusion.Used to do the same here too.And the sketchbook in his hand seemed to be missing something... something important.

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"If there is no problem, just sign this document." Prison Temple pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked solemnly at the collaborator in front of him.

After revisiting the old place and returning to Italy to start working again, the prison temple has already let go of the shackles in his heart.It's just that all the memories that don't look like a teenager have turned into scars on my heart.He rejected the leader's apology, and since then rejected the endless marriages from various families.One of the two most important things is missing, so the remaining life can only be dedicated to the family.

Prison Temple calmly glanced at the obediently signed collaborator in front of him, and couldn't help feeling relieved.

In short, this time the economic cooperation is also very smooth.

He stretched out his slender fingers and picked up the coffee cup in front of him.Not a bitter espresso to die for, but a latte that's full of froth and a lot of milk.Lifting the rim of his cup and taking a sip, he slightly frowned his handsome eyebrows.

—Sweet as hell.I don't know why that stupid woman always likes such sweet things.

But he still calmly slid the cup of warm honey-colored sweet drink down his throat.

Prison Temple began to learn to draw, but unfortunately he has no talent, the lines he draws are always crooked, and the colors on the paint can’t be understood, and the excess water is always squeezed out and the whole picture is blurred. Paintings—sometimes so hard he almost freaked out.

I can't understand what it means in Chinese!What are the vowels, pinyin, flat tongue, and warped tongue? As a person who is used to speaking Japanese and Italian, I can't straighten my tongue to speak these mysterious languages.

When the addiction to smoking occurs, she will unconsciously think of her coquettish expression when she said that smoking hurts her body.Then the movement of the hand will stop awkwardly, and the half-puffed cigarette will be stuffed back again.

In fact, after living alone for so long, he is still very good at cooking.But the first time he came into contact with Chinese cuisine, which has a wide variety of cuisines, it was a headache for him.Frying, frying, frying, stewing with fried sauce, steaming, boiling, grilling, steaming, stir-frying, smoking, honey marinating, marinating and soaking in the sun - so many cooking methods made the prison temple, which has always regarded itself as a genius, have a headache for the first time. The book is thrown out.

Even simple dishes give him a headache.He began to admire Ah Qing's craftsmanship, and also missed the taste of authentic Chinese cuisine.

Prison Temple rubbed the bridge of his sore nose, withdrew his thoughts, and glanced at the scene outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

This coffee shop was once when Ah Qing was on a mission, and this location was also where she used to sit.Everything seemed to be still in sight, but she was missing Qiaoxiaoqianxi.

He turned his gaze into the distance, but saw someone sitting quietly in the square in the middle of the street, in a posture he was familiar with.

The flaxen-haired woman was outlining something stroke by stroke. The magic mirror covered her face, making it impossible to see her appearance clearly.

Although it was just a blurry silhouette, the prison temple felt very familiar.When they are familiar to the bone, even if it's just a back view or a footstep, you can recognize who the other party is.

Before the brain can react, the body has already acted first.Ignoring the cries of the people who were signing the documents, the prison temple had already rushed out of the door of the cafe.

Prison Temple knew very well that the woman was no longer there.But the person not far away who was drawing with a notebook looked exactly like what he remembered.Whether it's his expression when painting, or his posture, he clamors in his heart—all of these are real.

From striding forward to running, he completely disregarded that the slim suit imprisoned his large-scale movements.Her short silver-gray hair was driven by the wind, fluttering and outlining dazzling colors in the sun.

Ah Qing only felt that someone was walking all the way here, she subconsciously stopped the pen in her hand, and looked around.After sweeping around, his eyes finally stopped on the silver-haired man who was becoming more and more visible.

The menacing look made her shiver involuntarily.Looking through the dark glasses, the man was indeed coming towards her, but she didn't know why this ferocious looking man was walking towards her.

- Debt collection?theft?robbery?mafia?

Ah Qing pursed her lips, hurriedly put away her things and prepared to run away.Of course she understands that this slow and melodious country is the birthplace of the world-famous mafia, and it is also the place where many criminals are entrenched.

And she was alone, how could she compete with this tall man? 36 meter, go is the best policy.Putting on her high heels, Ah Qing hurriedly left the fountain, startling the restful doves under her feet.

Prison Temple's face darkened, seeing the woman in front of him seemed to be looking at him, she hurriedly packed her things and left.He quickened his pace, wanting to confirm the expectation in his heart.

Ah Qing glanced back, seeing the man running towards him at an accelerated speed, he couldn't help trotting all the way to get rid of this lingering man.

——Obviously so good-looking, why do you want to be a criminal? !

She slandered secretly, and almost fell to the ground with a sprain on her heel.

"hiss……"

Ah Qing glanced at the slightly red and swollen ankle with some pain, and slowed down the speed of his feet.

"and many more!"

The man's voice sounded behind him.The deep voice is very pleasant, hoarse and magnetic, like the light spots falling in the crevices of the shade of the light years in midsummer, bright and pure.

Ah Qing gritted her teeth, endured the pain and moved forward a few more steps.

"Lian Qing—!"

...?

Ah Qing stopped in her tracks, turned her head in surprise, and looked at the man who was chasing after her.She looked the man up and down carefully, but she didn't remember the slightest impression that she knew him.

"Do I know you?" She glanced at the man suspiciously. It's impossible for a person who stays at home all year round to know such a foreigner.

The other party did not answer.She saw a kind of ecstasy slowly emerge in those gray-green eyes, and the glistening green spread in the eyes, like a pure lake.And this color of joy slowly flowed in his eyes, rippling like ripples on Junxiu's face.

He reached out and took off the sunglasses on Qing's face.

The long flaxen-colored hair was lingering on her chest, and a few strands of hair stuck to her face in the wet and sticky weather, and her cheeks were slightly hot and bright red, which looked very moving.And those looking-looking eyes are like clear amber, with familiar light spots flashing.

There is no denying the name he called, the exact same appearance, and the fluent Italian...

"...Who are you?" Ah Qing frowned in amazement, looking at the man with silver hair and green eyes, he felt familiar, but couldn't remember.

—she doesn't remember.

Prison Temple lowered his eyebrows bit by bit, fumbled in his breast pocket, and finally took out a photo.This photo has been kept close to my body and has become an exclusive item closest to my heart.

"...do you remember this?"

The photo appears to be very old, with some curling around the edges.But what is still clear above is the group photo of the two under the night sky.Prison Temple cautiously looked at the frowning woman in front of her with a strange expression, her tone was soft.

Ah Qing took the photo, looked at the scene in the photo, and was sure... the woman in the photo was herself.But when and where, I have no memory at all.She raised her head and glanced at the man in front of her quietly, then looked down at the photo.

The man in the photo...is that him?

Something flashed through my mind, but I couldn't remember it.And sure enough... there was something in Italy that drew her here.

"I'm sorry... I don't know." She pushed the photo back to the person in front of her, but when the other person took the photo, she couldn't help pinching the corners of the photo.

I always feel... this photo seems to be something very important.

Prison Temple seemed to remember something again, and fumbled in his pocket.Then he took out a ring with a gorgeous brilliance, which looked expensive.The small ring was in the same style as the one on the man's hand.

"That... I found the ring you lost..."

As if confessing to the girl he likes for the first time, the slender and tall man's fair cheeks were a little blush, he pursed his thin lips, and there was a trace of embarrassment in his eyes.

Ah Qing blinked, raised her head slightly and looked at the man in front of her with an uncomfortable expression.

She watched the man take her hand and put the ring on his ring finger.

The size is just right, not too big, not too small, as if it belonged to her.

"What's so good about the drawn ring, I'll give you a real one."

……

Who?

Ah Qing shook his head lightly, trying to distinguish clearly the flashing scene just now.But to no avail.

Looking at the ring in her hand, a burst of sourness suddenly came to her heart.

Misty water mist condensed in the eyelids, and tears that fell suddenly fell from the cheeks.

In fact, she didn't understand why she was crying, but the throbbing in her heart told her that this scene seemed to be waiting for a long time, and now it finally came true.And the emotions surging in my heart were like a raging tide, beating on my heart one after another.

Prison embraced her gently, leaned down and kissed the soft eyelids.Moist lips rubbed against his eyelids, tears ran across his cheeks and onto his lips.

Cold and salty, but with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Everything needs to be restarted - but it doesn't matter, he is willing to accompany her to walk this road again.The memory has become a blank, like a blank sheet of paper, which can be repainted with more colorful colors without grayness.

There was a warm arc around his mouth, and the edges and corners of his eyes melted a little bit, like the clear sky after the rain.

"My name is Hayato Kikuji. It's a pleasure...to meet you again."

--THAN--

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The new pit of Skylark BG is in full swing! 【Hello

·About why Qing will be resurrected

After Sylvia's effectiveness disappears, everything before will be erased.And the gap between the two worlds was also repaired, so Qing returned to his own world.But the memories about the experience were all erased due to the collision of the soul.

It is impossible for Viola and Lian Rui to be resurrected, because the two of them have lived too long with their strength, and if their strength disappears, they will only disappear in ashes.And Ah Qing, as a new body in constant reincarnation, will only live normally like ordinary people.

So in the finale she has flaxen hair and brown eyes again, her appearance remains unchanged.

·About the fusion of two worlds

The disappearance of Sylvia's power to connect the two worlds led to a collapse.

So the comics that were recorded as records no longer exist.

(≧▽≦) Of course, it is also Xiaoqian's own HAPPYENDING selfishness.

·About this article

It took a whole summer vacation to finish writing this novel.

A total of 35? 36W?Words... To be honest, it is really not easy to finish writing a whole novel.

And I will work hard towards 59's various BGs in the future!Because 59 is my destiny for the rest of my life!forever!

Thank you to all the little angels who have seen this along the way.And all the little angels who insist on leaving me messages =w=

See you in our next novel (≧▽≦)

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