Chapter 276 Memories

After bouncing back three steps, he stood at attention, his head still throbbing from the impact, and without daring to rub it, he weakly explained, "I just wanted to see my sister-in-law."

Xiao Cheng refused to visit her: "She's asleep."

Xiao Wei's face paled suddenly as he thought of something unpleasant: "She's asleep..."

Xiao Cheng glanced at him indifferently: "I drank egg porridge."

That's good! My sister-in-law can drink porridge now!

Xiao Wei's heart, which had fallen off the cliff, suddenly stopped, slowly rose, and his pale face gradually returned to normal.

I put down my schoolbag and started frantically rushing to finish my homework.

I'll check on my sister-in-law again before I go to school.

If I don't finish my homework, the teacher will keep me after school in the afternoon, and then I won't be able to come back to see my sister-in-law.

Without the White Dew solar term, the food on the table loses its soul and aroma, becoming tasteless and bland. Xiao Cheng and Xiao Wei simply made something to eat, and that was their lunch.

Xiao Wei continued to rush to finish his assignment.

Xiao Cheng went back to his room to check on Bai Lu, checking her forehead temperature from time to time and wiping her face with a wet towel.

The sky outside the window changed; the sun was covered by dark clouds, and a light rain began to fall, pattering against the windowsill.

A light drizzle, like smoke or mist, drifted into the window, but a second before it entered the room, it was stopped by a pair of large, well-defined hands that pulled the outward-facing window back, blocking out all the cold wind and rain.

A light rain fell, and the fog gradually grew larger, dripping and pattering against the windowsill with a crisp, unpleasant sound.

Like the soft knock on the door right now.

Xiao Cheng knew that the stubborn mule wouldn't go to school until the White Dew season, and the door was left open.

The stubborn little donkey knocked on the door and then tiptoed in.

Seeing that the girl lying motionless on the bed looked better than she had when she left in the morning, he finally felt relieved.

She whispered goodbye to the older brother who was sitting by the bed wiping the girl's hands: "I'm going to school."

Xiao Cheng: "Hmm."

Bai Lu had a dream.

In her dream, she returned to the 21st century, at the age of seventeen. On the day she was kidnapped, she was wearing a white dress and tied to the bed. Just before the evil hand reached for her, a gunshot rang out, and bright red blood fell onto her dress.

White was stained red, and despair and fear vanished.

The black figure, wielding a dagger that could cut through iron like mud, severed the cold, hard chains binding her hands and feet with a single stroke.

The scene shifts to the two families having a happy meal together.

Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Grandma, Grandpa on the other side, Grandma on the other side, Uncle, Aunt on the other side, Aunt on the other side... and her too, everyone chatted freely at the dinner table, laughing and talking, the atmosphere was just as lively, warm and peaceful as during the Spring Festival.

Back home, my grandfather, maternal grandfather, and father went to the study together to discuss the political affairs of the State-appointed Joint Investigation Team.

A subordinate brought over important files, which she took to her father's study. While outside the door, she overheard the "plan" being discussed.

Grandpa happened to come out to answer the phone. When he saw her, he didn't scold her, but just let her come in.

Her father, maternal grandfather, and paternal grandfather took turns warning her not to get involved in the matter, not to go to that man, because that man was too dangerous and she would suffer.

Before graduating from university, she had successfully hypnotized people from all walks of life through her family's connections, and she was very confident.

I don't think that man could be that dangerous.

She was frustrated because she couldn't make an appointment with anyone and couldn't find anyone to talk to until a call came in from an unknown number, and a deep, clear voice rang in her ear.

"Miss Bai, do you have some time?"

After confirming the other party's identity, she set a time and place to meet, and used a trick to get rid of the veteran who had been protecting her since the "kidnapping" when she was seventeen.

Go to the pre-arranged hypnosis location to meet him.

He was dressed in all black, with a tall and imposing figure. His features were exceptionally handsome, with deep and aloof eyes. He sat on the sofa with an air of keeping people at a distance, and when he looked up at her, his deep eyes were dark and unfathomable.

The hypnosis session was not going well, and she became unusually nervous. Perhaps it was because he was related to the "plan," or perhaps it was because his psychological defense mechanisms were too strong. Her pride in being able to "break through" hypnosis was simply not being broken.

I cannot access his memories.

Until he said, "Don't be nervous, I'll take you inside first, and then you can guide your lost memories."

He relaxed his mind and let down his guard, and she successfully followed him into that world of swords and shadows.

One by one, scene by scene, his life from childhood to adulthood, struggling in despair, resisting in darkness, turning defeat into victory in the bloody world, becoming king amidst gunfire, and contemplating in the deserted night.

He experienced everything that ordinary people would never encounter or experience in their lifetime during his youth; the saying "bitter before sweet" did not apply to him.

His youth was still a dark period.

My brother, with whom I shared life and death, was brutally murdered by a business rival, leaving no trace of his body. They even made a video and sent it to him.

He was dressed in all black, with a small white chrysanthemum pinned to his chest, and his magazine was full of bullets as he moved through the darkness.

When he appeared at the enemy's headquarters, his cold and handsome face was covered by a black mask. After the bloodbath, he left his enemy with his last breath and threw down the little white chrysanthemum.

He ripped off his blood-stained black mask, amidst the terrified, desperate, and regretful gazes of his enemies.

One shot to the head.

His mask was dirty, so he found the owner of an old shop in a familiar alley and asked him to replace it.

The scene freezes a second before the boss takes out his mask, then the fleeting black shadow disappears.

He said he was tired and wanted to rest.

Then they left.

She chased after him and asked him to meet her next time, and he agreed.

He's abroad next time he calls, so tell her to wait until he gets back.

The plan had been launched, and her father and grandfather were in grave danger, so she went to find them as soon as she hung up the phone.

As the plane passed over the outer edge of the Bermuda Triangle, a powerful hurricane suddenly swept across the sea, shrouding the sky in darkness. The compass malfunctioned, and the plane was sucked into a large vortex by the hurricane's magnetic field. The final scene was a blindingly bright light after the darkness.

A second before consciousness faded, a heavenly voice seemed to fall—"Since you're here, make the best of it; the world can be settled."

A burst of white light swept away all consciousness.

The scene shifts...

Beneath the weathered ceiling, his usually cold and aloof face became clearer and clearer, his deep, ocean-like eyebrows gradually coming into view. When their eyes met, his aloof demeanor disappeared, replaced by worry in his eyes.

His sexy, aloof lips were tightly pressed together, then opened and closed slightly after a moment, as if calling out for something.

Perhaps it's a name.

His vision was blurry, blurring with each blink, gradually fading from clear to blurry again, revealing his face.

His voice.

The sound came from a very distant place, and just a second before my vision completely closed, my ears finally regained their hearing.

He was calling out, "Lulu."

Who is Lulu?

It feels so familiar, I'm so tired, my brain feels so heavy and painful.

I can't remember anything.

"Lulu?"

He is calling out again.

His deep, familiar voice reassured her, but the worry in his eyes grew more and more obvious and clear.

His handsome face became clearer and clearer, overlapping with scenes of figures, in black and red.

From skyscrapers to houses with blue bricks and black tiles.

Is it him?

"Xiao Cheng?"

(End of this chapter)