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I'm not.

I do not have.

Don't talk nonsense.

Denying that San Lian swiped over, subconsciously sullen her face, Qing Liu pursed her lips, and looked at Zong San Zuo Wen with a frigid face.

In fact, it's not that it's not expected.

She justified the other 'self' in a low voice.

It's just that if you have already got it before you start looking forward to it, you will naturally not look forward to it like looking forward to something you haven't got yet.Maybe it's not that I don't like it, it's just that... what I have in my hand is not so precious.

——Wait, it seems even more scumbag Σ(⊙▽⊙"a

The villain in his heart grabbed the ground with his head, and couldn't hold back his expression that was about to collapse. Qingliu coughed lightly, lowered his eyelids slightly, and moved away from Zongsan Zuowen's gaze as naturally as possible, and quietly fell on his hand. superior.

"I go first."

After a moment of silence, Zong Sanzuo got up.

"You have a good rest."

His voice is soft and soft, and he rarely speaks harshly.

However, at this moment, when Zong Sanzuo was speaking, even Qingliu could hear the tension in his voice, trembling slightly, like a fully drawn bowstring that was about to break in the next moment.

The frivolous color but the large sleeves that look a bit dull because of the patterns flowed quietly like a fish from the corner of the clear stream, the door of the room was opened silently, and then closed again with a bang, the sound of Fusangshen's footsteps Gone soon.A moment later, another sound of footsteps came from far to near, and stopped outside the door.

"Asahina, can I come in?" The Silver King's voice sounded outside the door.

"can."

Qingliu raised her hand and rubbed her cheek vigorously, making her expression look more relaxed.

"What did you just say?" Weitzman opened the door and walked in. The first sentence he said in surprise was something that Qingliu didn't want to hear right now, "Mr. Zong San's complexion is very bad."

"I think I don't look too good either."

After failing to adjust his expression, Qingliu glared at Weitzman, and pointed at himself with a stinky face.

"Ah, I'm so sorry." Weitzman folded his hands and bowed. This supposedly European scientist, at these times, always showed his habits after living in this country for many years.He sat down beside Qingliu's bed and stared at her for a while without blinking, "Did you two quarrel?"

When this young man opened his eyes slightly and showed curiosity, he always looked very serious.

Thereby covering up the fact that he was gossiping.

"...No." After a moment of silence, Qingliu sighed, "To be precise, the two of us didn't talk at all, okay?"

When she said 'two sentences', she deliberately emphasized her tone.

Emphasize.

Weitzman blinked, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"You look like a kid who is having trouble with your friends now." He said to Qingliu in a very old-fashioned tone, "When you fell down before, before I even realized it, Mr. Zong San rushed over picked you up."

"Oh." Qingliu said with an indifferent face, "You let me down."

"He cares about you very much." The Silver King said softly, "It's just that I'm too embarrassed to express it."

Qingliu pursed her lips tightly and stopped talking.

She looked at Weitzman carefully. The Silver King always said that he had been on the ship for more than 70 years and was already an old man.

But his eyes are so bright and clear, as if the stars are falling from the sky, he looks like a lively boy of [-] years old, he doesn't look like an old man who has lived for so long.

Rather than saying that Weitzman is an old man, it is better to say that Qingliu is more similar.

"Forget it." Looking at Weitzman for a while, Qingliu slowly relaxed.She leaned back on the head of the bed, "It will be resolved." The girl repeated as if she was trying to persuade someone, "It will be resolved one day."

She chuckled with an emotion she didn't know.

- will always be resolved.

There was a voice whispering in her ear, it was not soft, it was as cold as giving an order to kill everyone.

"So." Weitzman thought for a while, "You still don't know if you are the master Mr. Zongsan said? You have no idea at all?"

To be honest, just by looking at Qingliu's expression, he thought it was impossible.

"Of course I have an idea." When she came back to her senses, Qing Liu twitched the corners of her mouth, but still couldn't make a smile.So she could only say to Weitzman with a deadpan expression, tired and helpless, "Although I'm not willing to admit it, I think the answer to this question should be yes. But here lies the problem." She spread her hands, " I'm sure I haven't lost any memory of any time period, and the only ones I don't remember are memories from before the age of five."

Weitzman kind of got it.

"so……"

"That's why those Fusangshen with swords." Qingliu gritted his teeth heavily, and asked a little bit sharply, "Could it be that he just went to the battlefield with a five-year-old child in his arms?"

"..."

Weitzman was speechless.

This is indeed an unsolvable mystery.

The only problem is that Qingliu is sure that she has no amnesia, although it is not impossible to have a vague memory of such a year or two in more than ten years.

But she insists that she has not forgotten, and others cannot force her to say that she has forgotten.

"You're right." So in the end, Weitzman could only nod his head and agree, "But what's going on?"

Qingliu stopped talking.

What was going on, she already had a vague guess in her heart.

Yes, Qingliu has already noticed.Sometimes, she would uncontrollably show another kind of aggressive state, but she didn't feel anything abnormal.Perhaps the "self" that those swordsmen Fusangshen said was fighting as a god judge had something to do with the self in this state.

When she was in Meteor Street, she was in another state, so she naturally accepted the "master" of California Qingguang... huh?

Qingliu suddenly reacted.

right.

When she was on Meteor Street, she had already accepted California Qingguang calling her master very naturally.

—and then forget it again.

Weitzman, who was temporarily forgotten, looked at Qingliu, and found a little fear suddenly appeared in the other person's eyes, fear of something uncertain.

"Asahina?" He softly pulled the girl's attention back, frowning worriedly, "What's wrong?"

"I……"

Qingliu opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't speak.

It was as if something was strangling her throat, preventing her from speaking.

Some kind of rules that must be followed, as strong as moral values, subconsciously prevented her from saying these things out.

"Nothing." Qingliu could only answer in a low voice, "I suddenly remembered something."

"Something... not so good."

Whether Weitzman believed Qingliu didn't know, but in order to let this curious young man temporarily give up researching what was wrong with him, Qingliu could only forcefully change the subject and talked to him about other things.Basically, it’s like telling a story, talking about monsters, gods, different worlds, etc. In this respect, she can still fool this otaku who has stayed at home for 70 years [thumbs up.jpg]

Weitzman also changed the subject very cooperatively.

On the one hand, he knew that Qingliu really didn't want to talk about these things, and on the other hand, he felt that he would definitely be able to dig them out in the future.

The two continued to chat for a while, and Weitzman got up to leave.

"Don't pay too much attention to things that you don't understand." He told the girl like this, "Isn't it good that you don't understand sometimes?"

Qingliu tilted her head and just smiled.

In fact, she didn't want to find out about those things, it was clearly the truth, even if she had to jump on her, she wouldn't want to see it.

If you don't want to figure it out, you can't.

Qingliu felt that she was getting tired of this kind of life, but the strange thing was that her brain was not tired.It was as if her own consciousness and body were divided into two parts, and she was resisting to continue, but her body and brain had become accustomed to such a life, and she was even eager to try it.

"so tired."

Qingliu murmured, slowly closing her eyes.

Dreams always come unexpectedly.

In the afternoon, the dense tree shadows were reflected on the neat tables and chairs, and the sun and the wind poured in from the large windows, blowing the white blackout curtains rustling.

There were still vague chalk writing on the blackboard, and the eraser was randomly thrown on the gray podium table, next to two half-written chalks.

There was someone standing in front of her with long black hair reaching to her waist, neatly dressed in an ugly sports school uniform, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and a light smile appeared in the dimple.The man looked at her gently, raised his hands and pulled the hair on his cheeks behind his ears, and said softly, "Have you thought about it yet?"

"..."

She did not speak.

"I know this is not the same as your original idea, but what does that matter?" The person didn't care about her resistance, and continued patiently, "You always have to try different things, What's the point of such a long life if you always go on step by step?"

"……I have no idea."

Qingliu heard herself speaking, her voice was low and hoarse, a little fuzzy.

"Senior sister, even if you say that... But I may fail, and once I fail, there will be no chance."

Her tone seemed to be firm, but Qingliu could feel the tension and ready to move in her chest, and she almost blurted out her promise.

Although she didn't know what she was going to promise.

"I don't need to gamble this time, do I?"

"What do you mean may fail? Even you, would you still be afraid of this?"

"Even if it's me, I'd be afraid." Qingliu heard herself choking, and forced herself to continue, "In this school, who wouldn't be afraid. Sister, who wouldn't be afraid?"

After a long silence, the man smiled and sighed, and did not continue to persuade.

"Anyway, there is still one month before the final exam." She said softly, her eyes slightly bent, "If you want to come to our side, we welcome you at any time."

The wind suddenly picked up, blowing the long hair of the girl in front of him.

She raised her hand to hold down the flying hair, and the cuffs were pulled back because of the movement, revealing her delicate wrists.

On the white wrist, a three-finger-wide complex black tattoo is particularly eye-catching.

"—Classmate Shi Qingliu."

Qingliu opened his eyes abruptly.

She is now able to deal with these dreams calmly.

Staring at the ceiling for a while, Qingliu inhaled gently, and slowly held the wrist of his right hand with his left hand.

The vague tingling still continued, not sharp, but continuous, as if being pressed against by some hot blades.

Very slight, yet persistent.

what does it feel likeQingliu didn't know.

But she knew one thing clearly - if she continued like this, she might disappear.

Or can't say that.

Those lost memories, the long past, if one day they make a comeback, can the current self still retain consciousness?What would that aggressive self do with this memory?

Or rather...

In the end, who is he?

— What test?

Qingliu curled up slowly under the quilt, holding her right hand with her left hand more and more forcefully, blinking her eyes vigorously in the darkness, refusing to let the water mist that emerged out of fear condense and fall.

"I will always be here."