After dinner, Chen Cheng drank tea with Xiang Long and his wife and continued chatting, and both the host and the guests had a great time.

Finally, seeing that it was getting late, Shen Cheng stopped bothering him and got up to leave.

Xiang Xin said goodbye to her parents and left with Shen Cheng.

Back at Guangdian Cat Cafe, Lin Yuhui and the others had just finished dinner and were taking a break, chatting and playing games.

As soon as she entered the room, Shen Die, who was writing furiously, raised her head and said to Xiang Xin proudly, "Xiang Xin, I have already started the third question. You are already behind!"

"Wow, you are so cunning!" Upon hearing this, Xiang Xin immediately rushed up and started writing quickly with Shen Die.

Shen Cheng watched the scene with a faint smile on his face, without saying anything more.

Curl it up, curl it up...

"Ye Xi Ye Xi, can this problem be solved using this method?" Wu Tong had started learning from Shen Die and the others at some point, and was still asking Ye Xi for advice with great interest.

"Well, I still recommend this solution. Although it's more complicated, the steps are very short..."

Ye Xi also patiently explained to Wutong, without showing any sign of annoyance on her face.

Wutong nodded in confusion until Ye Xi finished explaining.

It really is zero-based teaching, and the teaching is high school math. What's more terrifying is that looking at Wutong's expression, it seems that he really understands...

The corner of Shen Cheng's mouth twitched slightly.

Now it seems that the intelligence of avian species is really generally very high. Yu Lan can lead a team to develop drugs, Ye Xi can thoroughly understand all obscure books, and although Qibisi looks silly on weekdays, he also understands languages ​​​​of various countries.

Is it because we are born with spiritual abilities that the human brain is more developed...

Shen Cheng felt that his guess was quite reliable.

"Remember to wipe your mouth after dinner. Look at you, there's stuff stuck on the corners of your mouth." After finishing the question, Ye Xi looked at Wutong, frowned slightly, and took out a tissue to wipe the corners of Wutong's mouth.

"Thank you, Ye Xi." Wu Tong scratched the back of his head and said a little embarrassedly: "After all, dinner was so delicious."

In the blink of an eye, it was time to rest. Because tomorrow was the weekend, Shen Die and Xiang Xin wanted to study for a while longer, especially Xiang Xin. Because she went home for a meal, the distance between herself and Shen Die widened a little.

I don't sleep, I can still roll!

But the two women were still ordered to go to bed by Shen Cheng with a stern face.

After watching the two girls return to the bedroom with little interest, Chen Cheng thought for a moment, turned his head and smiled at Ye Xi: "You seem to like Wutong very much."

"I just don't hate her." Ye Xi responded calmly: "She looks a lot like an old friend of mine."

“…” Shen Cheng nodded silently.

The old friend that Ye Xi mentioned, Shen Cheng had seen in Ye Xi's memory, was a squirrel Huanya, who was indeed very similar to Wutong, chattering and helpful, but also a little clumsy.

It's a pity that she finally...

Ye Xi's creation of the Outcast should have a lot to do with that squirrel Huanya.

Today, as usual, Chen Cheng and Xiao Qi slept together.

Xiao Qi seemed a little tired these two days. She fell asleep immediately after getting into Shen Cheng's arms. Shen Cheng suspected that it was related to his memory of watching Xiao Qi during this period.

The reason why Shen Cheng could see Xiao Qi's memory was probably because of the dark purple feather he had always placed under his pillow, which connected his illusion of Xiao Qi when he and Xiao Qi slept together.

The last memory...

Shen Cheng murmured in his heart.

Logically speaking, the memory he saw last night should be Xiaoqi's last memory in that organization.

What should the last memory be?

With such doubts in mind, Shen Cheng slowly fell asleep.

…

When he came to his senses again, Shen Cheng entered the dark space again.

Those black fragments floating around have all disappeared. In the entire illusion space, there is only Xiao Qi floating with his body curled up.

Xiaoqi's appearance has not changed at all to this day.

After standing still for a moment, Chen Cheng approached Xiao Qi silently.

After all, in this space, the only person he can interact with now is Xiaoqi.

Perhaps the last memory is in Xiaoqi's body?

When he got close to Xiao Qi, Shen Cheng suddenly discovered that Xiao Qi seemed to be emitting a faint light?

What is that?

Leaning over, Shen Cheng immediately found the light source in Xiao Qi's arms.

It was a very tiny fragment, only the size of a fingernail, and its shape was exactly the same as those floating black fragments, but this fragment was golden.

This piece of debris floated quietly in Xiaoqi's arms, and was protected tightly by Xiaoqi's thin body. It seemed that it was something very, very important to Xiaoqi.

Xiaoqi...the last memory?

Shen Cheng guessed that this must be a very beautiful memory, so it was worth being protected in Xiaoqi's arms like this.

Was it Xiaoqi's memory from before he was captured by that organization? Was it the encounter with that holy old lady? Or was it the help he received from someone else?

Reaching out his hand, Shen Cheng slowly touched the fragment.

This time, Shen Cheng didn't feel any resistance and easily touched the fragment.

Then, the whole world suddenly darkened and became pitch black.

Chen Cheng knew that he had once again entered Xiao Qi's first-person perspective.

"Xiaoqi, let's do the tangram together?"

The next moment, a soft voice came into Shen Cheng's ears. The voice was very clear and warm, making people feel like they were bathed in spring breeze.

Shen Cheng's heart trembled violently.

This voice... Chen Cheng would definitely not have heard it wrong, he was extremely familiar with it, because it was... his own voice!

Could it be that Xiaoqi's last memory was...

As the voice reached his ears, Chen Cheng could also feel that Xiao Qi's soul, which had been silent for a long time and was tightly locked by shackles, had gradually loosened.

——Whose voice is this?

Xiao Qi's thoughts reached Shen Cheng's ears.

—So strange, yet… so warm, I've never felt this way before. Who is it…? Is it… Mom?

Xiao Qi's voice was full of decadence, confusion, and helplessness, as if she had lost her soul, which made Shen Cheng feel distressed.

"Here, move a little further in..."

"Put this piece here, right, really smart..."

Every word I said entered Xiaoqi's ears, and at the same time, the shackles on Xiaoqi's heart gradually loosened.

——Such a gentle voice... so warm... if... it could always be like this...

——If, it had been like this from the beginning...

The darkness in the field of vision gradually became brighter, and Shen Cheng's smile also appeared in Xiao Qi's field of vision.

--Mother……