After pulling Lao Gong out of the sea,

Bo Rong thought about it carefully, and he really didn't have the memory of filing for a divorce. He thought of that monster, the monster who made a deal with him, and suddenly felt a little nervous.

Wen Zening was still asking if he was full?

Bo Rong nodded, indicating that the small bowl of porridge just now was enough.

Having seen Bo Rong's big appetite before, Bo Rong became reserved at this time, but Wen Zening didn't expose him, only thinking that this kid was indeed full.

Thick fog filled the house, and the fog flooded the entire city of Gondwana.The heater in the room was so warm that it made people drowsy, and Bo Rong was still promising Wen Zening: "I like my teacher the most, and it is definitely not my divorce."

Wen Zening stared at the porridge bowl that Bo Rong drank, and did not continue to discuss the topic of divorce, but said to him: "It's been a long time since I cooked porridge for you, I don't know if it suits your taste."

Bo Rong felt that he had missed something, but he still comforted his partner and said to Wen Zening, "Teacher, I like everything you do."

As if to prove this point, Bo Rong kissed his partner lightly, and confessed in a low voice: "I like the teacher the most."

Wen Zening was about to take the empty bowl away, but was startled by Bo Rong's sudden confession. His cheek temperature rose, and he wanted to leave the room quickly, but Bo Rong smiled softly and offered to help.

"Teacher, I'm back. I'll take care of you in the future. Just let me do the dishes."

Bo Rong's calm demeanor made Wen Zening a little embarrassed.

"Ah good--"

Wen Zening let Bo Rong take away the empty bowl and left the bedroom.

Standing alone in the bedroom, Wen Zening looked at the fog outside the window, and always felt that the fog seemed a little too thick.

The fog seemed to prevent him from leaving.

Wen Zening set his eyes on the calendar in the bedroom, Bauhinia 562 years...

It's about a month behind my own memory.

Wen Zening has the habit of taking notes. In his research notes, each article has a date.

In the early hours of this morning, when he woke up from a nightmare, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.However, until he saw the thick fog outside the house, and his own handwriting on the notebook, but not the research records of his own memory, Wen Zening felt that everything was weird here.

Wen Zening checked carefully and found that the memory had been lost since Bo Rong left the tower last year.

Wen Zening didn't know how long he had slept. He determined the point of memory loss, and suddenly felt a pang of hunger, so he hurried downstairs to cook porridge.The small bowl of porridge for Bo Rong was originally for himself.

Wen Zening's plan before going upstairs was to look at his research notes again, trying to find the erased memories.

No matter how you look at it, it's impossible for my situation to be simple amnesia.

After all, whoever loses his memory will not be able to open the door of his home, and will search the kitchen when he wants to chop vegetables, but he can't find any knives.

It's just that the development of things is often beyond people's expectations. When Wen Zening came back from downstairs and walked on the stairs, for a moment, he felt that his house had changed, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

It wasn't until he saw Bo Rong standing by the window that Wen Zening realized that when he woke up in the early morning, Bo Rong wasn't there...

After the two talked, they thought there would be some breakthrough, but they told Bo Rong about the tower, saying that they had just met again, and Bo Rong actually admitted it directly.

Just like when he was in Gaota, he refuted directly, saying that he was not the one who filed for divorce.

There was no evidence, but Wen Zening still believed it, because it was Bo Rong who did such capricious actions.

So Bo Rong also lost this memory?

Wen Zening looked at the desk, and found that the research notes before he left the room had disappeared, replaced by another brand new notebook.

It was empty, nothing.

Wen Zening rubbed the space between his brows, and recalled that when he first went upstairs, there seemed to be no research notes on the table.Thinking of the sudden appearance of Bo Rong and the sudden disappearance of memories, Wen Zening once again looked into the thick fog outside the window.

There must be something outside that I can't see.

Wen Zening sat down at the desk again, opened this brand new notebook, and wrote the date on it——

[Bauhinia, January 562, 4, fog. ]

After hesitating for a long time, Wen Zening closed the book again, left the desk in the bedroom, turned around and went to the study where he did his research.In the study there is only one round window facing the road.If it was the past, looking out from here, you can see the scenery of most of the family courtyard of the National University.

It's just that the folded window is also sealed.

Wen Zening put his finger on the window, the cold touch of the glass made him calm down a little, the comfortable arrangement is indeed his habit, it looks like he hasn't been touched by anyone.

Whether it was three years ago or now, Bo Rong didn't like to come to the study, he rarely set foot in it.

This also allowed Wen Zening to easily hide some things in the study that Bo Rong didn't know.

……

In the crevice of a certain high-rise of the bookcase, there was a hammer bought by Wen Zening.

At first Wen Zening bought it to repair the bookcase, but Bo Rong said he was going to rebuild a bookcase for himself, so the hammer never came in handy.Later Bo Rong disappeared, and Wen Zening almost forgot the hammer in the study.

Fortunately, at this time he remembered.

Wen Zening roughly estimated the force point of the round window, and waved it vigorously, preparing to smash the glass window of the study and get out of the closed room.

And at this moment, the thick fog outside the window suddenly rolled up, and the monster Wen Zening had always assumed existed in the thick fog revealed a tentacles.

The diameter of the round window in the study was only two meters. Standing behind the glass window, Wen Zening couldn't see the whole picture of the monster clearly, no matter because of the vision problem or the thick fog.Of course, this did not prevent Wen Zening from judging the monster's size. He only had one tentacle attached to it, and it blocked [-]% of the windows.

Before Wen Zening could see clearly that the tentacles were covered with reddish-brown bumps and seemed to be covered with yellow-green mucus, the tentacles moved away.Immediately after, what appeared outside the round window was a mass of monster heads that were entwined in a random place.

Maybe it's the head, Wen Zening frowned and thought, after all, he saw four or five pairs of eyes on it.Perhaps there are more eyes that have not been revealed under the thick fog, but the parts that have been peeked at are enough to make people tremble.

One person and one strange, looking at each other through a thin window, Wen Zening felt his body screaming, resisting, and urging himself to leave quickly for no reason.Wen Zening felt a little uncomfortable against his body's instinct, but for some reason, Wen Zening felt unable to take his eyes off him.

His tentacles knocked on the glass window, Wen Zening reached out again to touch it, but at this moment, Bo Rong knocked on the door of the study.

"Knock Knock-"

"Teacher, may I come in?"

Wen Zening was slightly distracted, the monster that was still outside the window suddenly disappeared into the thick fog, the coldness of the body and the expansion of the pores stopped at the same time.

Bo Rong poked his head out from the door, his round eyes looked over, it was Wen Zening's familiar partner.

"I finished washing the dishes. Teacher, what are you doing in the study alone?"

Wen Zening looked at Bo Rong, and then turned his head to look outside the round window, feeling that the monster was somewhat familiar.At the same time, Wen Zening subconsciously placed the hammer in the middle of the bookshelf, hiding it among the many books. At this moment, he didn't want Bo Rong to know that there was still a hammer in the study.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angels: 49053105 and Fei Qu cast 1 mine respectively; 28 bottles of irrigation nutrient solution for 20 paintings.

Because the number of words in the update last week was not enough, I closed the small black room (*/ω＼*), so before the small black room comes out, the update may be relatively short, try to update it every other day, sorry QAQ