[Grave Raiders Notes bg] Lost Notes 2: Heavy Fate

The oil lamp in front of him was still burning, Nan Xing looked at Zhang Qiling, who was still looking out the window.

Nan Xing realized that if she didn't move on to the next topic quickly, they might have been meditating facing each other until dawn tonight.

"Zhang..." Nan Xing originally wanted to call Zhang Qiling by his real name, but just as he opened his mouth, Zhang Qiling turned his head back and looked at her.

She suddenly realized that maybe they grew up together, and they had specific names for each other, and even if they didn't, they probably wouldn't call them by their full names directly.

So she thought about it and asked, "Before...how did I call you?"

"Brother." Zhang Qiling replied.

Sure enough, there is really a specific name.

"Brother, I have something I want to ask you." Nan Xing's change of address was seamless.

She stood up and took a package from the table by the window.

Go back and sit down in front of Zhang Qiling, and open the package, inside is the men's robe that Nan Xing was wearing when he woke up from the carriage.

When Zhang Qiling saw this dress, his eyes moved slightly, like fleeting waves on the calm sea.

"This is the clothes I was wearing when I woke up. I think it looks very similar to the one you are wearing." Nan Xing looked at Zhang Qiling's body all the time.

"It's mine." Zhang Qiling lowered his eyes and spoke calmly.

"Really? The first time I saw you in the evening, I thought this dress belonged to you." Nan Xing smiled, "But why are you wearing your clothes on me?"

Zhang Qiling raised his eyes and looked at Nan Xing, as if he was remembering something, he didn't speak for a long time.

"Accident." He finally spoke, cherishing words like gold.

Nan Xing understood that he didn't want to say more, and realized that she might have asked about some embarrassing memories, so she didn't follow up with the question, and organized words in her mind to ease the atmosphere, "Such accidents can happen a few more times."

Zhang Qiling suddenly stopped.

The atmosphere did not seem to ease, but even more uncomfortable.

"I didn't mean to touch your clothes...I mean, because of this accident, I was able to still have the connection with you after losing my memory..." Nan Xing's strong desire to survive made her speak quickly It's like pressing eight times to fast forward.

Seems to be getting darker and darker, Nan Xing simply gave up explaining, lowered his head and lowered his eyes and said, "Well, I just wanted to hit your clothes."

"I know you're not." Zhang Qiling looked at Nan Xing's black hair and said slowly.

"Brother, during this period of time, I have always hoped to find my memory and the people who are important to me in my memory. So I cherish this suit very much. This is the only connection I have with the past after amnesia. My intuition tells Me, the owner of this dress must be very important to me, so I have been waiting. Fortunately, I have waited for you so soon." Nan Xing looked at the oil lamp on the table, his voice lowered,

"I know that the last step of becoming a spirit person is to drink a glass of red wine and activate the gift of heaven. From then on, your life will no longer belong to you, and they will impose everything on you. All the missions of the Zhang family It will be automatically engraved on your mind, overriding all your personal thoughts. You will forget your past, even your future, and naturally, you will forget me..."

The cold wind outside the house poured in through the crack of the door, blowing away Nan Xing's last words.

Zhang Qiling seemed to hear something in the howling wind, and turned his head slightly.

It should be Zhang Ruixue who is back.

Time is running out.

Nan Xing didn't say any more, wrapped the other half of the sleeves of the Tibetan robe back on his body, and then picked out the burnt wick.

After kneading the wick into black powder, he picked up the writing brush on the table and dipped it in, motioning Zhang Qiling to stretch out his left hand, and wrote a line of numbers on his somewhat long fingers. "This is the last work of the handover. This string of numbers will be the first message you see after waking up."

zero two two zero zero five nine

Immediately afterwards, Nan Xing quickly wrote the word "Nan Xing" on his palm. "Even if I know you will forget, I still hope that when you wake up, you can still see the connection with the past like me."

Zhang Qiling glanced at the words on his palm, then raised his head to look at Nan Xing.

The light in the room was dim, and under the lighting, Nan Xing's skin showed a delicate and moist texture like warm jade.

Some kind of indescribable strange feeling spread in his heart, and he didn't respond for a long time.

The two of them had a tacit understanding, and they didn't speak any more. After a long while, Zhang Qiling carefully closed his hands.

At the same time, the door was opened from the outside.

After Zhang Ruixue came in, she looked at the two people sitting opposite each other, and asked, "It's time, Nan Xing, have you finished handing over?"

Nanxing nodded.

Zhang Ruixue sat down beside Nan Xing, glanced at the writing brush on the table, and Zhang Qiling's left hand that was lightly held.Then he looked away, nodded as if he didn't know it, and said to Zhang Qiling: "Then I will start the last ceremony, it may take a while."

The little time Zhang Ruixue mentioned lasted until the next morning.

Zhang Ruixue looked at the sky outside the house, turned to Zhang Qiling and said, "What is left to you is rotten, and they will take away everything that can be taken away."

Then, she glanced at Nan Xing thoughtfully, and added: "If you waver, now is your last chance to leave."

Zhang Qiling's ears moved, he could feel the approaching footsteps on the stairs,

The Zhang family is coming here, and the voices of these people are very soft.

"...Brother." Nan Xing's voice was covered by the sound of the door opening.The dazzling sunlight came in from the outside, and at the same time, there were some unclear figures who were backlit by the sunlight.

"Zhang Qiling." A figure called him: "There is no time."

Zhang Qiling looked at Nan Xing, she hadn't opened her eyes yet under the sunlight.

At this moment, he suddenly understood what the indescribable feeling in his heart represented—for the first time, he had someone he wanted to remember, and he wanted to remember her.

"Goodbye."

Zhang Qiling stood up, turned and left the room, walked into the morning sun, and saw the huge coffin parked in the snow, being carried and parked in the middle of the yard.He walked over and drank a glass of red wine that was handed to him.Then lay down in the coffin.

The coffin was closed, and he slowly closed his eyes.

The author has something to say:

This chapter is a bit short, but I have also revised it many times... Originally, I was a person who only liked brainless sugar, but I don’t know what’s going on with this book, and it feels so depressing.So I have to double the sweetness in the next dungeon, anyway, the next stage is youth, and I can do everything I need to do!

In addition, PS, I will start to learn CG illustrations in class next week, and the follow-up update rhythm will continue to be updated two to three times a week~~