The night is as cool as water, and the moon is filled with misty moon. He stood beside the bed, his limbs are weak, and he feels nothingness
What is truth? What is lies?
If memory can be sealed and records can be distorted, then how can the so-called truth be proved?
Do things you think of when you open your eyes and think of something you think of? Do things you think of when you close your eyes and dream of when you dream of something you must be fake?
Whether it is true or false, he just wants to follow his feelings at this moment
He turned around again and looked at Qingxiao who was sleeping soundly
He loves this person completely, no doubt
The cool night wind blew, the curtains were floating, gently brushing through his pale and naked body. The surging love tide finally calmed down slowly
The moonlight shone on the carpet in front of the bed, as misty as cold as a fog, and a solemn feeling similar to religious miracles. He stared at the handsome silhouette of Qingxiao in the shadows, and his heart felt strangely calm.
The master told him that it was his enemy, but the dream told him that it was his lover
The dream tells him that the master is his enemy, but the heart tells him that the master still cares that his gentle and desolate eyes are not an illusion, and he will not misunderstand the pity and care in the voice.
More than one thousand days and nights in three years, the memory will not be easily erased
eternal……
He stroked the collar around his neck and those vows and promises, floating in the wind
He was in love with Qingxiao, and he was sure that he loved his master, and it was certain that they also loved him in different ways.
But the two were enemies, and Qingxiao imprisoned his master seemed to be for him
What is the reason for this? He can't find such a complicated problem, he can't understand it.
But this does not mean that he cannot solve this problem. When the light of reason cannot penetrate the night, at least there is one thing he still has:
intuition
His legs were a little weak, and he had to hold the windowsill for many days to practice. He could walk upright for a long time. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have felt tired so quickly, but for some reason, he felt particularly weak and powerless at this moment.
Dreams and reality, truth and lies, the only thing he can trust at this moment is his own heart
He gently lifted up a corner of the curtain and looked out at the night outside, which was surprisingly quiet. At the end of his sight, the old oak tree stood under the moonlight. There was only a thick black silhouette, like a huge signpost, indicating the direction to him.
Across the slope and reach the oak, there is a winding gravel road leading directly to the long-abandoned workers' house in the basement of the house, with the answer he wanted
He had never been there, and he didn't know what the ban was, but with his current physical strength, he could still get there after trying harder
Walking there, he saw his master looking at the other person's eyes and asking everything clearly
Only when he sees that person face to face can he hear the real voice deep in his heart
Only when you look directly at those eyes will all your questions be answered
But he, who has been accustomed to crawling in front of his master for a long time, can he still pluck up the courage to look at his master and find the answer from his master's expression? When he thinks of this, he can't help but tremble all over his body.
Qingxiao... He moaned in his heart, habitually trying to catch the person who was by his side again, but the person was still sleeping, and he was sleeping so heavily. Of course, even if the person woke up, it would be impossible for him to accompany him.
He still needs to face some things independently
Close his eyes, he took a deep breath, and felt the coolness in this quiet moonlit night
He thought of it, but he didn't notice that Qingxiao behind him quietly opened his eyes and stared at the lonely back under the moonlight. Qingxiao's eyes were filled with extreme pain: Why, Xiaoyu? Why can't all my love and care be recalled to your memory? At this time, he is the one you can't forget!
********************
I will go out shopping this afternoon and do something by the way. When I come back at about seven o'clock, you can eat it yourself first. Qingxiao put down his knife and fork, took a sip of water, glanced at A Ling who was thinking, and said: You have nothing to do with it, right?
A Ling lowered his eyelids and said: No
A hint of undetectable anger flashed in Qingxiao's eyes, but he didn't say anything. He ate the water cup heavily on the table, got up and left the dining table.
Because it was too strong, some water rippled out of the water cup, splashed on the table, A Ling wiped the water trace without saying a word. Qingxiao has always been in a bad mood these days. He often goes out for a long time. He may not be able to help with any troubles he encountered. He had to try to minimize his presence and hope not to cause trouble to Qingxiao.
As soon as he packed the kitchen, he saw Qingxiao taking the shopping list and preparing to go out. He was stunned and said: Are you going out at this time?
Qingxiao stopped and said: It's Ah, do you have anything to tell me?
A Ling thought for a while and said: It's only been a little while now, the weather is very hot
Qingxiao curled her lips and said: You really care about me
That smile seemed to have a different meaning, but before A Ling could react, he had walked for a while and the sound of a roar of cars came from downstairs.
A Ling walked to the window and saw the bright silver BMW disappearing in view. The sun was bright at noon. He had to squint his eyes and look back. The wall clock on the wall had just passed by 15 minutes.
After lunch break, I did some rehabilitation exercises and sorted out each room. It was only after four o'clock that time was not there, and time always passed very slowly.
A thought flashed through my heart: Should I take this opportunity to meet my master?
Over the past week, Qingxiao has often gone out. He always wondered if he would go to see his master, but he always felt that Qingxiao might come back soon, so he gave up. But this time, Qingxiao told him to come back at seven o'clock, and it seemed unreasonable if he didn't act.
These days, he didn't even dare to touch the computer and turned on it. If he didn't log in to the bank website and accept the latest instructions from the owner, he would feel guilty.
But if you just cut off your contact with your master with suspicion of your master and drag it down day by day, wouldn’t it be more sinful?
But that's what he's been doing
Sometimes even he himself doubts whether he is deliberately escaping from facing his master's day, but he should come after all.
The basis of the relationship between master and slave is trust. If you allow doubts about your master to entrench your heart, how can you continue between them?
Sighing softly, A Ling barely cheered up and looked up at the old oak tree outside the window
********************
The slope is not high, and A Ling stopped and walked around. It took only half an hour to reach the top of the slope. He sighed and sat on a wooden bench under the oak tree to rest. The abandoned workers' room had appeared in sight, close to the sea.
It was a very inconspicuous house, but because of the existence of the owner, it had an unusual meaning.
A Ling felt that the shape, color, and even the corner of the sky that set off the hut had some religious mysterious connotation.
Owner
In the past three years, it has been his God, the supreme ruler of his soul, if he still has a soul
A Ling's elbow was placed on the wooden table, with his left hand on his lips, and habitually biting the end of his index finger. The slight stinging pain made him find the feeling of being in the world. He was on the way to find his master, preparing to ask for an answer. The gravel road under his feet led to the small house facing the sea.
One answer...
He suddenly felt palpitations. What kind of answer would he want? What if the answer was not what he expected?
This was not the first time he thought of this question, but he always forced himself to suppress it as soon as it emerged from his mind. He thought wishfully that the master would give him a satisfactory answer
But when you really think about it, how naive and ridiculous this idea is!
If the master is really his enemy...
He couldn't help but tremble, and felt the chill from his hair to his fingertips for a moment, just want to turn around and leave, go back to the house and wait for Qingxiao obediently. Anyway, the master did not force him to take action immediately
But how long can we escape? Qingxiao...Master...
He will definitely make a choice between these two people
He stared at the gravel road under his feet, and the thick green shade swayed in front of him, bringing a slight dizziness. A wild bird screamed and flew away with its wings.
He sat blankly, watching the sun shadow move past his toes inch by inch, turning into a faint dark shadow at dusk A Ling tightened his heart and slowly stood up: Since he had made a decision, there was no reason not to walk down, even if it was a cliff, he could only jump down and look at the hut in the distance, narrowing his eyes slightly
********************
Now the cottage is right in front of him, there is no door. A Ling hesitated for a moment and walked in. The moment when his figure was hidden in the darkness, he suddenly felt an ominous premonition. The huge panic was suppressed in his heart. He couldn't shout out that there was a door in front of him. He pushed it open without thinking and rushed in almost running away.
But no one was just a cubicle room, already covered with dust
A Ling breathed a sigh of relief and took a few quick breaths. He found that his hands and feet were disobedient and moved his stiff hands and feet for a while. He stepped out and pushed open the door next to him.
Still no one
No one
No one
No one
Each door was open in front of him, and his mouth was cracked in the darkness, and he silently laughed at him. He felt dizzy, held the wall next to the corridor and gasped heavily.
Now there is only one door left, right at the end of the corridor. The door is quietly closed, locking a room of mysterious
A Ling stared at the door, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. Behind the door, there seemed to be a tragic fate waiting for him, but it was so attractive that he wanted to rush over and open it immediately.
He was silent for a moment, walked over and closed the door step by step, and the copper handle was smooth and clean. Obviously, someone had used A Ling's hand to put it on the copper handle recently. He clearly felt his pulse beating. He let out a long breath and gently rotated the handle.
The door opened, he walked in and was stunned
White
There is nothing, white in your eyes
No chandeliers, no windows, and not even a gap
There is endless endlessness in front of you. The cold and hard white not only does not give people a sense of purity and refreshment, but also has a dirty and filthy smell, reminding people of the shroud in the funeral home
The room is not big, and even without any utensils, it feels narrow, cramped and over-magnified. The combination of aggressive white and unusually low ceilings creates a sense of isolation from the world and an indescribable sense of oppression. The external world is completely faded, as if it is in a different time and space, and all connections are cut off.
No, it's not empty
On the opposite wall, there was a clock hanging, a clock without a pointer.
There is no hour hand, no minute hand, no second hand, only the sound of ticking pointers sounding
The surroundings suddenly became surprisingly quiet, as if he had left the magician's box, and he was the little white mouse that could not escape from the box.
He felt his throat dry and his whole body could not move at all, so he could only stand on the spot, staring at the clock on the wall with no pointers as he was possessed.
Fear climbed into his heart bit by bit, but he didn't know where this fear came from
In a trance, he felt that something huge disaster was approaching the truth was emerging, but he still couldn't understand what the truth was.
Don't understand, don't want to understand
He refused to look, think, and explore
At this last step, he finally couldn't help but timid and decided to give up
A strange sound came from his throat, and he turned around and ran away
But there is no way
The door is closed
Closed tightly
Leave only a pale shadow
He was shocked and pulled the door hard, but it didn't move at all, as if it was locked.
He stared at the door, stepped back step by step, and suddenly reacted and fought desperately: Qingxiao, open the door! Open the door!
Qingxiao, please! Open the door!
Qingxiao! Please!
Please!
……
The cry became more and more miserable and humble, but there was no response
There was never a response
********************
Note: Generally speaking, patients with amnesia recover their memory gradually, and it is easy to bear the real strong stimulation. Therefore, Qingxiao will only restore memory when she is extremely disappointed and anxious. It can be aroused through hypnosis or scene reappearance. Qingxiao cannot do hypnosis, so she can only have the latter dream. Generally speaking, it is a manifestation of the human subconscious, so it cannot be considered a matter of no explanation ^^
But I don't feel satisfied with this paragraph, I will modify it again
Wilde, Secret Room and the Clock Without Pointers are the plot of the first part. The former is a sweet past, while the latter is a key plot when Xiaoyu is about to be broken
PS has just opened a new group, 39539494 JMs who failed to join the 1 group can join this group Ah^^
What is truth? What is lies?
If memory can be sealed and records can be distorted, then how can the so-called truth be proved?
Do things you think of when you open your eyes and think of something you think of? Do things you think of when you close your eyes and dream of when you dream of something you must be fake?
Whether it is true or false, he just wants to follow his feelings at this moment
He turned around again and looked at Qingxiao who was sleeping soundly
He loves this person completely, no doubt
The cool night wind blew, the curtains were floating, gently brushing through his pale and naked body. The surging love tide finally calmed down slowly
The moonlight shone on the carpet in front of the bed, as misty as cold as a fog, and a solemn feeling similar to religious miracles. He stared at the handsome silhouette of Qingxiao in the shadows, and his heart felt strangely calm.
The master told him that it was his enemy, but the dream told him that it was his lover
The dream tells him that the master is his enemy, but the heart tells him that the master still cares that his gentle and desolate eyes are not an illusion, and he will not misunderstand the pity and care in the voice.
More than one thousand days and nights in three years, the memory will not be easily erased
eternal……
He stroked the collar around his neck and those vows and promises, floating in the wind
He was in love with Qingxiao, and he was sure that he loved his master, and it was certain that they also loved him in different ways.
But the two were enemies, and Qingxiao imprisoned his master seemed to be for him
What is the reason for this? He can't find such a complicated problem, he can't understand it.
But this does not mean that he cannot solve this problem. When the light of reason cannot penetrate the night, at least there is one thing he still has:
intuition
His legs were a little weak, and he had to hold the windowsill for many days to practice. He could walk upright for a long time. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have felt tired so quickly, but for some reason, he felt particularly weak and powerless at this moment.
Dreams and reality, truth and lies, the only thing he can trust at this moment is his own heart
He gently lifted up a corner of the curtain and looked out at the night outside, which was surprisingly quiet. At the end of his sight, the old oak tree stood under the moonlight. There was only a thick black silhouette, like a huge signpost, indicating the direction to him.
Across the slope and reach the oak, there is a winding gravel road leading directly to the long-abandoned workers' house in the basement of the house, with the answer he wanted
He had never been there, and he didn't know what the ban was, but with his current physical strength, he could still get there after trying harder
Walking there, he saw his master looking at the other person's eyes and asking everything clearly
Only when he sees that person face to face can he hear the real voice deep in his heart
Only when you look directly at those eyes will all your questions be answered
But he, who has been accustomed to crawling in front of his master for a long time, can he still pluck up the courage to look at his master and find the answer from his master's expression? When he thinks of this, he can't help but tremble all over his body.
Qingxiao... He moaned in his heart, habitually trying to catch the person who was by his side again, but the person was still sleeping, and he was sleeping so heavily. Of course, even if the person woke up, it would be impossible for him to accompany him.
He still needs to face some things independently
Close his eyes, he took a deep breath, and felt the coolness in this quiet moonlit night
He thought of it, but he didn't notice that Qingxiao behind him quietly opened his eyes and stared at the lonely back under the moonlight. Qingxiao's eyes were filled with extreme pain: Why, Xiaoyu? Why can't all my love and care be recalled to your memory? At this time, he is the one you can't forget!
********************
I will go out shopping this afternoon and do something by the way. When I come back at about seven o'clock, you can eat it yourself first. Qingxiao put down his knife and fork, took a sip of water, glanced at A Ling who was thinking, and said: You have nothing to do with it, right?
A Ling lowered his eyelids and said: No
A hint of undetectable anger flashed in Qingxiao's eyes, but he didn't say anything. He ate the water cup heavily on the table, got up and left the dining table.
Because it was too strong, some water rippled out of the water cup, splashed on the table, A Ling wiped the water trace without saying a word. Qingxiao has always been in a bad mood these days. He often goes out for a long time. He may not be able to help with any troubles he encountered. He had to try to minimize his presence and hope not to cause trouble to Qingxiao.
As soon as he packed the kitchen, he saw Qingxiao taking the shopping list and preparing to go out. He was stunned and said: Are you going out at this time?
Qingxiao stopped and said: It's Ah, do you have anything to tell me?
A Ling thought for a while and said: It's only been a little while now, the weather is very hot
Qingxiao curled her lips and said: You really care about me
That smile seemed to have a different meaning, but before A Ling could react, he had walked for a while and the sound of a roar of cars came from downstairs.
A Ling walked to the window and saw the bright silver BMW disappearing in view. The sun was bright at noon. He had to squint his eyes and look back. The wall clock on the wall had just passed by 15 minutes.
After lunch break, I did some rehabilitation exercises and sorted out each room. It was only after four o'clock that time was not there, and time always passed very slowly.
A thought flashed through my heart: Should I take this opportunity to meet my master?
Over the past week, Qingxiao has often gone out. He always wondered if he would go to see his master, but he always felt that Qingxiao might come back soon, so he gave up. But this time, Qingxiao told him to come back at seven o'clock, and it seemed unreasonable if he didn't act.
These days, he didn't even dare to touch the computer and turned on it. If he didn't log in to the bank website and accept the latest instructions from the owner, he would feel guilty.
But if you just cut off your contact with your master with suspicion of your master and drag it down day by day, wouldn’t it be more sinful?
But that's what he's been doing
Sometimes even he himself doubts whether he is deliberately escaping from facing his master's day, but he should come after all.
The basis of the relationship between master and slave is trust. If you allow doubts about your master to entrench your heart, how can you continue between them?
Sighing softly, A Ling barely cheered up and looked up at the old oak tree outside the window
********************
The slope is not high, and A Ling stopped and walked around. It took only half an hour to reach the top of the slope. He sighed and sat on a wooden bench under the oak tree to rest. The abandoned workers' room had appeared in sight, close to the sea.
It was a very inconspicuous house, but because of the existence of the owner, it had an unusual meaning.
A Ling felt that the shape, color, and even the corner of the sky that set off the hut had some religious mysterious connotation.
Owner
In the past three years, it has been his God, the supreme ruler of his soul, if he still has a soul
A Ling's elbow was placed on the wooden table, with his left hand on his lips, and habitually biting the end of his index finger. The slight stinging pain made him find the feeling of being in the world. He was on the way to find his master, preparing to ask for an answer. The gravel road under his feet led to the small house facing the sea.
One answer...
He suddenly felt palpitations. What kind of answer would he want? What if the answer was not what he expected?
This was not the first time he thought of this question, but he always forced himself to suppress it as soon as it emerged from his mind. He thought wishfully that the master would give him a satisfactory answer
But when you really think about it, how naive and ridiculous this idea is!
If the master is really his enemy...
He couldn't help but tremble, and felt the chill from his hair to his fingertips for a moment, just want to turn around and leave, go back to the house and wait for Qingxiao obediently. Anyway, the master did not force him to take action immediately
But how long can we escape? Qingxiao...Master...
He will definitely make a choice between these two people
He stared at the gravel road under his feet, and the thick green shade swayed in front of him, bringing a slight dizziness. A wild bird screamed and flew away with its wings.
He sat blankly, watching the sun shadow move past his toes inch by inch, turning into a faint dark shadow at dusk A Ling tightened his heart and slowly stood up: Since he had made a decision, there was no reason not to walk down, even if it was a cliff, he could only jump down and look at the hut in the distance, narrowing his eyes slightly
********************
Now the cottage is right in front of him, there is no door. A Ling hesitated for a moment and walked in. The moment when his figure was hidden in the darkness, he suddenly felt an ominous premonition. The huge panic was suppressed in his heart. He couldn't shout out that there was a door in front of him. He pushed it open without thinking and rushed in almost running away.
But no one was just a cubicle room, already covered with dust
A Ling breathed a sigh of relief and took a few quick breaths. He found that his hands and feet were disobedient and moved his stiff hands and feet for a while. He stepped out and pushed open the door next to him.
Still no one
No one
No one
No one
Each door was open in front of him, and his mouth was cracked in the darkness, and he silently laughed at him. He felt dizzy, held the wall next to the corridor and gasped heavily.
Now there is only one door left, right at the end of the corridor. The door is quietly closed, locking a room of mysterious
A Ling stared at the door, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. Behind the door, there seemed to be a tragic fate waiting for him, but it was so attractive that he wanted to rush over and open it immediately.
He was silent for a moment, walked over and closed the door step by step, and the copper handle was smooth and clean. Obviously, someone had used A Ling's hand to put it on the copper handle recently. He clearly felt his pulse beating. He let out a long breath and gently rotated the handle.
The door opened, he walked in and was stunned
White
There is nothing, white in your eyes
No chandeliers, no windows, and not even a gap
There is endless endlessness in front of you. The cold and hard white not only does not give people a sense of purity and refreshment, but also has a dirty and filthy smell, reminding people of the shroud in the funeral home
The room is not big, and even without any utensils, it feels narrow, cramped and over-magnified. The combination of aggressive white and unusually low ceilings creates a sense of isolation from the world and an indescribable sense of oppression. The external world is completely faded, as if it is in a different time and space, and all connections are cut off.
No, it's not empty
On the opposite wall, there was a clock hanging, a clock without a pointer.
There is no hour hand, no minute hand, no second hand, only the sound of ticking pointers sounding
The surroundings suddenly became surprisingly quiet, as if he had left the magician's box, and he was the little white mouse that could not escape from the box.
He felt his throat dry and his whole body could not move at all, so he could only stand on the spot, staring at the clock on the wall with no pointers as he was possessed.
Fear climbed into his heart bit by bit, but he didn't know where this fear came from
In a trance, he felt that something huge disaster was approaching the truth was emerging, but he still couldn't understand what the truth was.
Don't understand, don't want to understand
He refused to look, think, and explore
At this last step, he finally couldn't help but timid and decided to give up
A strange sound came from his throat, and he turned around and ran away
But there is no way
The door is closed
Closed tightly
Leave only a pale shadow
He was shocked and pulled the door hard, but it didn't move at all, as if it was locked.
He stared at the door, stepped back step by step, and suddenly reacted and fought desperately: Qingxiao, open the door! Open the door!
Qingxiao, please! Open the door!
Qingxiao! Please!
Please!
……
The cry became more and more miserable and humble, but there was no response
There was never a response
********************
Note: Generally speaking, patients with amnesia recover their memory gradually, and it is easy to bear the real strong stimulation. Therefore, Qingxiao will only restore memory when she is extremely disappointed and anxious. It can be aroused through hypnosis or scene reappearance. Qingxiao cannot do hypnosis, so she can only have the latter dream. Generally speaking, it is a manifestation of the human subconscious, so it cannot be considered a matter of no explanation ^^
But I don't feel satisfied with this paragraph, I will modify it again
Wilde, Secret Room and the Clock Without Pointers are the plot of the first part. The former is a sweet past, while the latter is a key plot when Xiaoyu is about to be broken
PS has just opened a new group, 39539494 JMs who failed to join the 1 group can join this group Ah^^
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