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One Night World 02

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    Every morning, he will become transparent and disappear, and then his memory will disappear with time, until at night he appears in this world again as a human.

    He will never know who he is and what he has experienced, because he only has one day's memory, more precisely, he only has one night's complete memory.  In the interlacing of time and space, he only knows what he is looking for in the depths of his heart, but he doesn't know what it is.

    Every night, he only feels that there is something pulling his footsteps in the dark, making him walk back and forth on this street in his memory. What kind of encounter will he have?

    Every corner of this street seems to have an inexplicable connection with him, which makes him feel very familiar, but he is extremely disturbed in his heart. He doesn't know where these inexplicable emotions come from, although he walked under the street lamp  There is not a shred of useful memory in my mind.

    The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus comes with the wind and is aggressive. No matter whether the people on the street are willing or not, it will make people intoxicated in a dream they have woven.  Or it may be because it only has one night of life and death, so it has to be presumptuous. Even if it has been scattered on the ground and is trampled under the feet, it still struggles to get rid of its own dream about life and death, life and death.  Open in the hearts of passers-by.

    He wandered slowly in this empty city in the dead of night, like a lonely ghost without an owner.

    Her hair fragrance is a unique smell, and to him, this smell represents her.  He looked up at the oncoming woman, only to realize that the restlessness in his heart was either love or hate, more like fate.

    Until the moment he saw her, he didn't know the purpose of his coming here. All his memories came to his mind. It was some sad things. He walked step by step without sound, very heavy.

    Should I be dead?  he asked in his heart.  Because of the scene in his memory, he followed her and jumped off the top floor.

    All the memories played in his mind like a long movie, he paused in surprise, then returned to normal, and walked forward.  He knew that after turning a few more turns along the road in his memory, he would meet her again.

    05 Thousands of encounters

    After walking through a few more intersections and crossing a few streets, he really met her, yes, she just appeared in front of him, and the two walked head to head again.

    He remembered something and was just about to speak, but it was still a step too late.  When she walked down the small steps absent-mindedly, she stumbled and fell to the ground.  And he had already made enough preparations to catch her, the timing was just right, he was neither a step late nor a step early, so he just caught her just right.

    Sure enough, it was exactly the same as the picture in his memory, and he was secretly a little proud.

    The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus came from the alleyways of the city, and he finally saw her face clearly, that face perfectly coincided with his vague memory, or that face made his original vague memory clearer.

    She sprained her ankle, he squatted down and checked, her ankle was very red and swollen.

    "Does it hurt?" He touched it lightly, feeling a little distressed.

    "It doesn't hurt." She forcibly held back the pain that hurt her nerves.

    This thought involuntarily appeared in his mind: You are always so stubborn.

    He confidently proposed to take her home, because he knew that she would agree to his request, which was very gentlemanly and hooligan.

    "No, thank you, I'll just take a taxi."

    He took off her other high-heeled shoe, held both shoes in his hands, and then squatted down so that she could rest on his shoulders.

    The wind after the heavy rain is softer and colder.  She has a natural affection for him, perhaps because of meeting him in this empty street.

    The night became even quieter, and the sky began to drizzle, and she, who was lying on his shoulder, opened his umbrella.  Under the yellow street lights, their shadows joined together and disappeared in the darkness.

    And the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus diffuses more unrestrainedly in the rain.

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