The Memory Lost in Space - 83. Chapter 83

Luolan laughed dryly: “That… is just a rhetorical method of speaking, rhetoric!” She was extremely depressed. It was really close to Zhu who was red, and near Mo was black, and it was completely harmed by Fenglin.

Cinnabar’s body leaned forward again, and even though Lorraine leaned her head back hard, the two of them were still getting closer and closer, and could already feel the breath of each other on her skin.

“Chen…Cinsha, cold…calm!”

“I’m very calm.” Cinnabar stared at Lorraine without blinking, without the coldness of the past, as if a dormant volcano was about to erupt.

This is also called calm? Lorraine wanted to cry. “I was wrong, I shouldn’t be joking about men.”

“Now…” Cinnabar leaned forward again, her voice very low, “Which one of us is cold?”

Lorraine didn’t even dare to look at him again, blocking her hands in front of her, and suddenly closing her eyes. “I!”

The oppressive breath in front of her suddenly dissipated, she opened her eyes, and the cinnabar had disappeared.

Lorraine exhaled.

Originally wanted to say goodbye with a smile, but unexpectedly angered Cinnabar, but sooner or later he would be angry when he knew her deception, which was not bad.

Lorrain returned to the bedroom and tidied the house carefully.

Everything returned to its original place, looking exactly the same as when she first stepped into this room eleven years ago, except that there was an old black music box on the bedside table.

Luo Lan looked at it quietly for a while, then lightly pressed the play button, and the ancient melodious singing sounded:

Where does the wind come from

Blow and blow

Blow down the flowers, blow away and wait

The sea has turned into moss

…

Lorrain laughed at herself, not knowing where the wind came from, but in the end everything was blown away mercilessly.

She opened her personal terminal and deleted the “Qianxu” that had been reluctant to delete in the friend column of the address book.

Personal terminal asks: Are you sure to delete?

Lorraine clicked “OK” without hesitation.

She did not expect things in the world to be so ridiculous. He is dead, she never forgets; he is alive, but she wants to forget everything.

Lorraine glanced at the house where he lived one last time, his eyes swept across the black music box, and left without any thoughts.

The singing behind him is desolate and sad.

Where does the wind come from

Blow and blow

Blow out the stars and blow away the future

The mountains and rivers turned into helplessness

…

Ye Jie lived in the place where the Spartan Palace was dedicated to entertaining VIPs. It was not close to the commander’s residence, but not far away. It was only half an hour’s walk away.

Lorraine walked casually along the boulevard.

The last eleven years of her life were about to be left behind by her, but her mood was surprisingly calm, as if there was no joy or anger, no love or hatred, neither fear nor expectation.

Lorraine stood in front of Ye Jie’s door.

The central brain of the house sensed her, and automatically sounded a “dingdong” sound representing a visitor.

Ye Jie should have expected that Lorraine would come, so he opened the door almost immediately and let her into the house with a smile.

Lorrain looked around. “I lived here when I first came to Alicata.”

“How did it feel then?”

“Dazed, nervous, scared, lonely. The six dukes did not want to marry me, so they had to draw lots to decide the groom. I secretly prayed, hoping to meet a husband who is easy to get along with.”

Sadness flashed across Ye Jie’s eyes, and she opened her arms as if she wanted to hug Luolan.

Lorraine took a step back and looked at Ye Jing coldly.

Ye Jie didn’t force it, and made an inviting gesture. He smiled and said, “You’re welcome, please feel free.”

Lorraine asked: “Can you talk at will?”

Ye Jie raised his wrist and clicked on the personal terminal. “It can interfere with the transmission of sound waves in a short period of time. Whether it is monitoring or alien abilities, it will be blocked.”

Lorraine mocked: “You have all the tools to commit the crime.”

Ye Jie shrugged his shoulders with a good temper, and said with a smile: “Do you think Cinnabar and Ziyan are not installed on their personal terminals?”

Lorraine saw an easel in the middle of the living room and walked over. “You can paint?” It is totally unimaginable whether the leading hobby of the Dragon Blood Corps is painting or this ancient paper gouache painting.

“The way to relieve stress is like you can cook.”

Ye Jie stood beside Luolan and looked at the painting on the easel with her——

A walnut tree with a grand canopy and a two-story wooden house behind it. Lorland was wearing a white cashmere skirt, black short boots, and gloves, picking up walnuts. Ye Jie followed her, holding a wooden barrel in one hand, holding the picked walnuts, and one hand was about to feed her a piece of peeled walnuts.

Lorraine felt that everything on the screen was familiar and familiar. “Is this something that really happened?”

“Really. You made walnut muffins with the walnuts you picked up. They were delicious.”

Lorraine murmured: “The house is what I like, and the tree is what I like.”

The house she once planned to save money with Qian Xu was like this, and there must be a tall tree next to the house. Could it be that everything she longed and looked forward to was what she had owned before?

Ye Jie asked, “What is your choice?”

“I want to restore my memory.”

“Do you still want to kill me to avenge Qian Xu?”

Lorraine shook her head bitterly: “I blamed you, Qian Xu’s death has nothing to do with you.”

Ye Jie patted Luolan’s shoulder comfortingly. “I know you are sad, but believe me, when you recover your memory, everything will pass.”

Lorraine looked calm, but her voice was fragile: “Will I forget the memory of Alicata?”

“will not.”

Ye Jie used his index finger to smear a little red paint from the paint tray, and showed it to Lorraine. “Your memory now is like this little red paint, bright and glaring, so you can only see it.”

He pointed to the crystal tub next to the easel for washing pens, which contained more than half of the blue-green water. “This is the memory of your past. From your birth, childhood, adolescence, youth, there are parents, relatives, lovers, friends, enemies, unforgettable joy, unforgettable grief, it is the reason why you All the reasons to be you.”