I lost my memory after crossing

The end is separated by the vast sea.

I don't know what happened that night. When He Yu came out, it happened to be Zishi, the time when old and new alternate, and everything reincarnates.

Like a dead man who lost his soul, he walked slowly towards me with the most depressing sorrow in the world. He smiled and said to me, "I'm tired and don't want to wait any longer."

Like a relief, but also like the final fall.

What kind of despair should it be to make him say this to me.

He Yu's world finally collapsed, and at this moment, I finally understood that the pavilion master and He Yu——

no longer possible

21. Final Chapter

On the third day after He Yu left Zhiyuxuan, Xingzhi received a document.

It was a very ordinary document, but Xingzhi even trembled when he took it from Shadow.

This is a petition, He Yu's petition.

He took over the task of the film director, Class A, after his left arm was crippled and his internal strength was lost.

He Yu is begging him to die!

Is this the answer you gave me?

Xing Zhi looked at the paperwork in his hand, and sat slumped on the chair, his limbs and bones were exhausted like never before.

"Go back..."

The window is covered with overcast clouds, and there are faint signs of rain. In this kind of weather, when it falls, it will probably become the first snow of this winter.

Through the window, Xing Zhi saw Yan Lin, who was guarding the gate outside, stomping his feet in the cold. His appearance was very funny. Xing Zhi put down the paperwork in his hand, put on a cloak, and went out the door.

Leaving the warm room suddenly, Xingzhi shrank for a while.There is no wintersweet at the end of the sky, every winter, there is a bleakness everywhere, except for dead branches and leaves, there is no other color, unlike modern society, all year round, the streets are full of ever-blooming undefeated flowers, colorful, Very eye-catching, when he was still Su Xingzhi, he once complained that people always like to use these fake plastic flowers to deceive themselves, deceiving themselves and others in the fake romance.

Only now did he realize that without those gorgeous illusions, winter would be hard to endure.

Seeing the pavilion master walking towards him, Yan Lin thought that the pavilion master was going out on something and was about to be accompanied by others, but the pavilion master stopped in front of him, did he look for him?

"What is the order of the pavilion master?"

Xingzhi didn't speak or move, Yanlin was a little dazed, couldn't help but looked up secretly, but saw the pavilion master looking at him strangely.

His heart trembled, and he quickly wondered if he had offended the Pavilion Master again, and suddenly heard the Pavilion Master say, "It's a bit cold in the room."

Yanlin froze for a moment, and took a peek at the several stoves in the room where the charcoal fire was burning.

"My heart is cold." Xing Zhi brushed back the shattered hair on his forehead, and sat on the ground casually, thinking of what He Yu once said again.

——"If I'm not Xiaozhi, so what?"

——"Then I will no longer be He Yu."

"Yanlin," Xingzhi looked up at Yanlin and asked, "If I were not your Pavilion Master, what would you do?"

Yanlin raised his eyebrows strangely, a little confused, "You... are the pavilion master."

"I mean I'm not your original pavilion master."

"But... you are the pavilion master!"

"Forget it," Xingzhi suddenly lost the strength to continue arguing, "Loyalty and love are not the same..."

"But I'm definitely not your pavilion master." Yan Lin looked at him more and more strangely.

"It's not his little stop..."

Xing Zhi forced a smile, "He's tired, and I'm tired too. No matter how beautiful a fake flower is, it's still fake..."

He has been in this strange world for so long, and he has been planning for power and status, but suddenly he can't remember why he did this. In a trance, he seemed to see many familiar faces again, He Yu, Xiao Jiu, Yan Lin, Su Lu, Su Qi, and those who have forgotten their names.

There is a glass that separates him from them. Everything in the past three months is replaying in front of his eyes. At this moment, he is sober as never before. He has no love for rights and no desire for blood. , even the obsession with He Yu disappeared.

stop...

stop...

Who will call me again?

stop...

Xingzhi suddenly opened his eyes, the fluorescent lights hurt his eyes, and a kind face appeared in front of him.

--Mother

——Get up, it's time to get the cake.

cake?By the way, today is my sister's birthday!

Xingzhi dressed happily and went to the garage to drive the car out.

Mom was smiling and waving at him at the door.

——Come back early, we'll be waiting for you at home!

The bustling street retreated a little bit from the car window, Xingzhi touched the necklace in his pocket, his heart was full of naughty and cute sister, she disappeared for a semester, I don’t know if she has grown taller again, the little thing loves beauty so much, You will love this gift very much.

The green light at the intersection just turned on, Xingzhi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and my family was waiting for me.

Bustling streets, gorgeous lighthouses, tall buildings, colorful lights——

There was also that dazzling white light that instantly robbed him of his vision, accompanied by the harsh sound of brakes.

The warm liquid covered the eyelids, which were bright red.

The light, the sound, gradually moved away from him, and he seemed to be imprisoned in another world, silent, dark, and lonely.

…………

Have you ever tried to hold a handful of snow in the cold winter, and slowly waited for the snow to melt into water, bit by bit the biting cold penetrated into the flesh and bone marrow, no matter what methods you tried, you couldn't get rid of it.

Xingzhi feels this way now, he seems to be buried in the snow, every inch of his skin is filled with severe cold, even the blood is slowly condensing into ice, unable to move, unable to escape.

A voice circled in my head.

——Daddy, I'm so cold, really cold, why don't you come to save me...

——Daddy, Daddy, where are you, I'm going to die!Why don't you come and save me? !

—Daddy, I—hate—you—

Why is it so sad, so desperate, and the shrill female voice in my ear keeps calling Hao'er.

Haoer?Who is Hao'er?Who am I?Why am I here?

Why does my heart hurt so much...

I am Nanshan Hao, she is...

"mother--"

Xingzhi woke up from the nightmare sweating profusely, staring at him in horror.

His throat was as dry as countless knives were cutting, he stumbled to the table, picked up the teapot and poured it into his mouth, the cold water stung his stomach, his hands softened, and the tea spilled all over the floor , lying on the table in embarrassment, with a splitting headache.

Am I dreaming?

what did i dream aboutJust thinking about it for a moment makes my head want to explode.

Why can't I remember it at all?Xing Zhi slammed his head hard, staggered to the window and opened it, the night wind suddenly blew him shivering, and even the restlessness disappeared.

It's snowing outside the window, it's snowing.

The wind and snow were a little heavy, and some of them leaked into the room, messed up the paper on the desk, and scattered it on the ground.

Xing Zhi squatted down to pick up one by one, suddenly his whole body froze.

He Yu's petition.

He slowly picked up the piece of paper, looked at it carefully, from the beginning to the signature, one by one, he seemed to see He Yu writing with a pen, as firm and upright as before, every word The words are engraved with his persistence and determination.

This is He Yu, who Nanshan loves, He Yu who is unique in this world!

At this moment, he seemed to have thought through a lot of things, and he was sober as never before.

I am not your Xiao Zhi, and you have never been my A Yu, so I let you go, and I also let go of myself.

With trembling hands, Xingzhi picked up the brush on the table and wrote his name stroke by stroke.

A drop of water stain spread on it, and he touched the tear stain that had not yet dried up, but he was unable to distinguish it again.

Nanshan Xingzhi, Su Xingzhi, He Yu, this is the final decision of the three of us.

Nanshan, I will return your Ayu to you.

The sky was twilight, and the goose feather snow fell all night, and it still didn't mean to stop. The world was covered with silver.

The candle that had been burning all night was finally extinguished, and soon someone would come in and take away the documents he wrote, and He Yu would also receive his reply. In the first snow of this winter, he buried his bones in a certain corner of the world, looking for his belongings. His stop.

It's time to wake up from this big dream.

Xingzhi drove away everyone, locked himself in the room, and did not eat or drink. This was the last day he gave himself to be sad. After today, he would completely forget about He Yu and become Su Xingzhi.

At least on this day, he can indulge himself to be weak and cry.

It was precisely because of this that Yanlin lost his last chance to intercede. In the early morning of the second day, the snow that had fallen for a day and two nights finally stopped, and the mountains were covered by heavy snow. Tianzhiya hadn't seen such heavy snow for a long time.

Shadow held the wooden box in his hand and waited outside all night, and was not allowed to enter the house until early morning, where he bowed down and kowtowed.

He was still in a trance, his eyes were dark, but his eyes were piercing.

"What is it?"

"Returning to the pavilion master is the last thing He Yu left behind, and let the subordinates pass it on."

Xingzhi stared at the wooden box and smiled, since he let go, why bother to bother.

"Take it and burn it."

Shadow finally couldn't hold back, looked up at Xingzhi, the wooden box in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties, which made him feel a little disobedient, in the end, he still lowered his head and lowered his eyes, got up and left obediently.

Xingzhi just watched him get up, back up, turn around, and leave, the wooden box also disappeared from his sight, away.

"and many more!"

Shadow paused the hand that opened the door, turned around with his head down, and waited for the pavilion master's order.

It wasn't until the wooden box appeared in front of his eyes again that Xing Zhi felt that the emptiness in his chest was filled. He looked at the wooden box in Shadow's hand motionlessly, neither wanting to open nor destroy it, just like that.

I don't know