On the dialectic that death does not necessarily mean death

At that time, Liang Huai had already guessed that Liang Ti would be troubled by that untimely hat that flew away for the rest of his life.

In a vast sunflower garden in the western suburbs of the city, the golden sea of ​​sunflowers made people dizzy for a while, and the scorching wind and waves hit one after another, and the smell of sunflowers being sunburned and oily was in the nose.

Liang Huai was walking behind, and he had already seen Liang Ti's shoulders swaying sharply, but Liang Ti didn't stop.

Liang Huai knew that after losing his memory, Liang Ti desperately wanted to know his past, but Liang Huai couldn't give him his past.Since passing through a sunflower garden by chance can arouse Liang Ti's fragile memory response, Liang Huai doesn't mind Liang Ti stubbornly walking out of the shade and enduring the heat reflected by the sunflowers in the field.What Liang Huai cares about is that Liang Ti will really think of something.

After all, Liang Ti's past was not a good time worth remembering.On the contrary, Liang Ti lost his memory, depression, low immunity, and sickness in the blank year before, all of which are the consequences of the damn past.If possible, Liang Huai hopes that Liang Ti will lose his memory and never remember the past for the rest of his life.

Liang Ti was wearing an ordinary straw hat bought on the street, and an ordinary casual shirt. Because Liang Ti's figure was too slender, the already loose hem appeared wider. There is a large area of ​​snow white under the clothes.

Liang Huai only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and he didn't realize that he had already wandered into the void for a long time.And when he reacted, Liang Ti rushed down the ridge of the field and fell into the sunflower forest, chasing that insignificant straw hat that flew away inappropriately.

"Xiao Ti!" Liang Huai obviously lost his chance.However, he didn't dare to follow, Kui Lin was too big, once he left, he really couldn't find Liang Ti.

"Xiao Ti! Stop chasing, come back!" Liang Huai shouted again, he heard the warm summer wind gently blowing on the sunflower forest, making a rustling sound, but he couldn't hear it Liang Ti's footsteps and the corresponding echo.

"Damn hat!" Liang Huai cursed in a low voice.He took Liang Ti to a small village in the suburbs to relax. Now the countryside is focusing on the development of rural tourism, and the straw hats hand-woven by the villagers can be seen everywhere.Seeing that Liang Ti was always in a daze, Liang Huai bought a hat casually.Liang Ti's attention was finally diverted by the straw hat, and he smiled cautiously.

What I didn't expect was that the broken hat was so weak that it would fly away when the wind blew, but Liang Ti paid so much attention to it, so he crashed into such a boundless sunflower sea.

Liang Huai couldn't remember how many people he called and how long it took him to find the lost Liang Ti in the huge sunflower forest, but he remembered that Liang Ti failed to recover the hat and was found by Liang Huai Afterwards, crying in Liang Huai's arms until his whole body was trembling, he kept chanting intermittently: "Brother, don't leave me..."

Liang Huai thought at the time that although Liang Ti had forgotten the past, he was instinctively hurt by the shadow of the past.

Liang Huai forgot that once that annoying hat appears, Liang Ti will still chase after it unconsciously, and his life will still be turned upside down and muddy because of that hat.

What Liang Huai didn't expect was that at that time, Liang Ti had already recovered his memory, but he learned to cover up and conceal it. In his dark memory, unbearable resentment grew, and he abused himself like a moth to a flame. He wants to take revenge on those who have hurt him, as if he never feels that punishing others is also torturing himself.