The rain in the south changes faster than a child's mood. One moment it's a clear sky with a bright sun, the next it's overcast with heavy clouds, and rain like beans pelting the glass, making a ding-dong sound that gives me the feeling of the heavenly river leaking.
"What's wrong, still thinking about what happened at the end?"
Zhang Dabiao plopped down beside me and handed me an orange. I shook my head and refused, "It's not that I want to know, it's that I can't remember what happened at the end at all. It feels like my memory is fragmented, a very uncomfortable feeling, as if I've lost something important. Do you remember anything?"
Zhang Dabiao peeled the orange in his hand and popped it into his mouth, his voice slightly muffled. "Remember? Are you kidding me?" After swallowing the orange, he slowly peeled another one before speaking, "I only remember being knocked out by something. I can't remember anything after that, except that I think I saw someone, and that person said something to me, and then I didn't know anything else. If anything happened, you should know better than me. Did that scoundrel Sun Chuang say anything to you?" Su Dan Novel Network
I smiled bitterly and shook my head.
Sun Chuang did tell me a lot, but most of it was about how I got to the county hospital. He didn't mention who brought me there at all. Every time I tried to press him, he would use some other excuse to brush me off. As for what happened, I still hadn't figured it out.
Not much information was obtained from Sun Chuang. To put it simply, on the fourth day after I fell into a coma and arrived at the hospital, he received an unknown phone call. The message was simple: pay the medical fees at XXX Hospital, or face the consequences.
At first, Sun Chuang dismissed the call as a scam. But just as he was about to get out of the car, he was bagged and dragged away. When he opened his eyes again, he was back at the county hospital. After he regained consciousness, someone told him about my condition.
As for who kidnapped him, Sun Chuang had no idea. During the days I was unconscious, he tried to escape, but each time he was tied up like a pig and brought back. The last time, he was given a warning: 'Song Qingyun, if you don't wake up, you can go down and find him.' This is why Sun Chuang was crying with snot and tears when he saw me wake up, thinking I had hired someone to tie him up.
"Brother Zhang, do you remember how we got to Qingfeng Mountain? Who organized us to go?"
Zhang Dabiao paused, threw the orange peel into the trash can, and shook his head, "I can't remember. I don't know why, but whenever I think about it, my head hurts terribly, as if there are thousands of needles piercing it. It's like my brain has been sealed. What about you? Did you remember anything?"
I smiled bitterly, "I only remember a name, something like Yue'er?"
"Yue'er?"
Zhang Dabiao frowned, his expression full of recollection.
"No impression. I only remember helping you kill that white-haired zombie. After that, it felt like a dream. I really can't remember the specifics. I saw some people moving in front of me, but I couldn't see what they looked like at all."
I remembered a bit more than Zhang Dabiao, but it was still just fragmented images. I couldn't recall the exact details, as if someone had hit me with a stick and made me forget.
But I knew this was definitely not as simple as I thought. I had only lost a lot of blood, and it had nothing to do with memory loss. As a Yin-patterned master, I was very aware of my every move. Therefore, there was only one possibility: someone had sealed my memory.
This thought surprised me immensely, because a person's memory isn't like a movie that can be deleted at will. It requires great power to do so. There are fewer than a handful of such people in all of China. How could this vast Qingfeng Mountain hide such a divine being?
But if there wasn't such a divine being, why would my memory be fragmented?
This was also my doubt, because my memory stopped at the moment I went to Qingfeng Mountain. I had no impression of why I went, or who went to Qingfeng Mountain. Every time I tried to recall, my head felt like it was being pricked by needles.
If someone hadn't tampered with me, this situation wouldn't have occurred. But I had no clue where the problem lay, not even a loose thread. It seemed I could only find a solution by returning to my master.
"Why are you two gentlemen here? You made me search everywhere..."
Sun Chuang, like a drowned rat, shook the water off himself and grumbled, "Do you like this southern weather? It's either raining or raining. It's really unbearable."
I raised my eyebrows and remained silent. I felt tired even saying an extra word to someone who only acted when there was profit. If it weren't for the fact that he was a distant relative of my master, I wouldn't even bother to acknowledge him.
In my opinion, if someone told Sun Chuang that his parents could be sold for a good price, I think he wouldn't hesitate and would seal the deal on the spot.
Zhang Dabiao, on the other hand, his face turned cold, and he threw the half-eaten orange at Sun Chuang.
Bang—
"Ouch, why did you hit me..."
Sun Chuang hadn't reacted at all, covering his face and looking at Zhang Dabiao aggrievedly.
"Scoundrel, when trouble arises, you run faster than a rabbit. If it weren't for the fact that you're a distant cousin of Master Qingyun, I'd want to kill you right now."
Facing Zhang Dabiao's scolding, Sun Chuang's face turned red. He stammered a few times but said nothing.
I didn't want to make things too awkward, so I asked, "Why are you here? Didn't you go to book tickets? Why did you come back?"
Sun Chuang shook the water off himself, looking a bit dejected, "I did go to book tickets, but who knew that the train to this place was suspended due to a mountain flood? It's just my bad luck..."
"That's why they call you stupid. If the train is out, don't you know to book a plane ticket? Can a living person be suffocated by urine?"
Sun Chuang gave Zhang Dabiao a big eye-roll, "Do you think I wouldn't think of that? The planes are also suspended. If you don't believe me, watch the news yourself."
Just then, the news was broadcast on the TV in the corridor.
"Due to heavy rainfall, mountain floods have erupted in many areas. For the safety of passengers, air and rail services are temporarily suspended until..."
Zhang Dabiao was speechless. He glared at Sun Chuang, who looked a bit smug, and vented his anger on the oranges.
Sun Chuang chuckled, as if to prove he wasn't lying. But seeing Zhang Dabiao look at him again, he could only put on a stern face and pretend that the laughter hadn't come from him.
Rumble—
A flash of white lightning suddenly exploded in front of the window, startling Sun Chuang. "Damn it, what kind of rotten weather is this? Why is there suddenly thunder?"
Although I was also startled by the lightning, I was more drawn to Sun Chuang. Because under the light of the station, I discovered that a small head had appeared on Sun Chuang's shoulder.
As the lightning disappeared, the small head also vanished. But I saw clearly what was on Sun Chuang's shoulder in the light of the lightning.
"A little ghost."