bid farewell

The nauseating and dizzy feeling was like a suffocation. It came upon the illusionist at the same time as two friends who shared life and death. She wished she could faint immediately.

But the human body's adaptability is so amazing that she found that after she had mastered observing things with her peripheral vision, she had also adapted to the dizziness that came with going back to the past.

She coughed uncontrollably and raised her hand to touch her throat.

etc.

The illusionist touched his left hand stiffly with his right hand, then staggered to his feet and looked for a mirror. In the mirror was the face of the young boy Liu Tianyi.

With the ability of the King of Kings, she can not only go back to the past, but also control Liu Tianyi's body and is no longer a powerless ghost.

The illusionist almost couldn't wait to rush out of the house, to first confirm today's date and then run to school.

As soon as the door opened, Wan Ting was standing outside. The illusionist blurted out: "Wanting, is today January 1st?"

"What are you talking about?" Wan Ting looked at her strangely, "You've been confused by my absence from school. Today is December 31st."

"December 31, 93 years in the new calendar"

"yes."

The Memory Master subconsciously touched his neck again, even though there were no scars there.

"What's wrong with your neck?" Wanting asked nervously.

"It's okay. The Coke was too strong and splashed on my neck."

"I was so scared, I thought it was..." Wan Ting paused, "I came to say goodbye to you."

The voice-controlled lights in the corridor went out, and Wanting's expression was unclear in the darkness.

The illusionist pulled her into his house and said, "Come in and talk. I'm alone at home. My parents are out."

"You don't ask me why I came to say goodbye"

Tonight is very different from the first night of the new calendar year 94. If the moonlight on the night Wanting died was like water, then the moonlight tonight is as dim as the shadow of some giant beast.

It lurked in the cracks by the window, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, peeking at everyone equally under the moonlight.

The room was too dark. There was only a small desk lamp on in Liu Tianyi's bedroom behind them. The illusionist randomly pressed a few switches on the right hand side and successfully turned on the ceiling fan above her head.

"The light in the living room is broken. Let's talk in my room." The illusionist decisively made up a lie, gave up looking for the light switch, and turned to walk towards the bedroom.

"Don't go, it's right here." Wan Ting's eyes glowed softly in the darkness, "It's good even without light."

The illusionist nodded silently and looked at Wanting carefully in the little light. After not seeing her for a week, she had not changed at all and did not look like someone who was about to commit suicide.

"I'm leaving now."

"Aren't you studying here?" the Memory Master asked knowingly.

"No." Wan Ting said briskly, "I don't know where to go either."

“Someone wants to take you away.”

"Haha," Wanting seemed to have thought of something funny, "You can say that."

"Why should I go with him?" The Memory Master couldn't laugh. "Isn't it good to stay in Yanqu City and go to school with Liu Tianyi, grow up together, and apply to a university in Danjiang together?"

"It's fine, everything is fine, I like my life now very much. But it's not entirely that someone wants to take me away, I want to leave, I have to go."

"Why"

"Why do you ask so many whys today?" Wan Ting smiled gently, "I have a lot of whys too."

"Why is today always worse than yesterday? Why are adults always in a hurry? Why can't the strong accept the happiness of the weak? Why do you have to use something great if you have it?"

Wanting, covered in the moonlight that was like gray satin, took a step forward, her eyes becoming brighter.

In a trance, the illusionist thought that all the moonlight between heaven and earth was rubbed into her eyes, making the moon so dim tonight.

The illusionist suddenly realized that this was the condition for activating Wanting's superpowers, but it was too late.

She secretly regretted that she was misled by that reasoning. She had always firmly believed that Wanting erased her memory by relying on a certain object, not her own superpowers.

It was too late to save her. She drowned in the moonlight that was brighter than the midday sun. She could only hear Wanting's gentle voice:

"On the night of January 1, 94, you will forget everything that happened that day."

"Wanting, Wanting!" The illusionist didn't know what to say for a moment, "Don't you want to grow up?"

“If becoming an adult requires giving up all the small but real joys and emotions and becoming a black hole that is never satisfied, then I don’t want to grow up.”

"No, it's not like that." The illusionist grabbed her hand.

"There are indeed a lot of terrible adults in this world. I apologize to you on their behalf. If you are willing to wait a little longer, you will definitely see many people who are different from them."

"You sound like an adult." Wanting pulled her hand free.

The Memory Master was speechless. For the first and only time, she suddenly didn't want the truth so much.

"Don't be sad." Wan Ting said happily, "I left because there was something I had to do. The adults couldn't do it well, so I'll do it and you can keep it."

"What?" The illusionist's voice was hoarse, and she vaguely guessed what it was.

Wanting winked at her: "Actually, I have super powers."

"I know, you used it on me."

"My superpowers also have superpowers."

"What do you mean?" This was the first time the Memory Master heard such a statement.

"Even superpowers have abilities that I don't know about. I don't like them because their birth came at the cost of my departure. They know that I hate them, but they have a reason to exist."

"What are you talking about?"

"I said, after I'm gone, my superpowers will give birth to superpowers, something I don't know, you don't know, and no one can know. I'm leaving it to you now, reach out."

The illusionist opened her palms awkwardly, and Wanting smiled and pinched a small ray of moonlight and placed it in her palm.

"That's it, don't know what it is."

Like a puppy meeting a long-lost friend on the lawn, Wanting gave her a big hug: "Goodbye."

Wan Ting's hair rubbed against her neck, making her feel itchy. She heard Wan Ting say sullenly, "Forget about what happened tonight."

The Memory Master fell into endless darkness.

"Liu Tianyi, don't sleep anymore, it's time to go home from school!"

Someone was pushing her shoulder, and the illusionist slowly opened her eyes.

She was very clearly aware that it was January 1, 2005, the day Wanting committed suicide. Last night, Wanting said the last words to her, and she fell asleep in a daze.

It was the girl with the hairpin who woke her up. It seemed that Liu Tianyi's birthday party last week was not in vain. She rubbed her arm with red marks and asked: "What time is it?"

"It was 5:10, and everyone ran away right after class."

“Why don’t you leave?”

The girl with the hairpin looked at her with amusement: "I'm on duty, I can't leave unless you leave. Hurry up and pack your things, Zheng Song and the others are waiting for us at the school gate."

"Wait for us"

"Yes, do you want to come with us to eat at the newly opened self-service hot pot in the South Gate? These are the people you met at the last birthday party."

The illusionist put on an awkward look and said, "I want to go, but my homeroom teacher wants to talk to me after school, so you should go first."

"Okay." The girl with the hairpin ordered her naturally, "Can you help me pour out the water in the mop bucket? Thank you, come play with us next time."

Watching her skipping away, the illusionist didn't think that Liu Tianyi could become her true friend - this was a friendship that was unequal from the beginning.

Of course the memory master would not help pour the water, as she had discovered that this past world was just a erased memory.

The reason why she can use Liu Tianyi's body to act at will is that no matter what she does, this memory will be erased.

Since you will forget everything and nothing will work, that means you can do anything. Liu Tianyi probably thought this way back then, and she would definitely go looking for trouble with Zhao Jianyu with high morale.

Liu Tianyi is such a person. The more Zhao Jianyu persuades her not to go to school, the more she wants to go.

Moreover, young people always have some grand and lucky ideas: Even if I forget what I have done, as long as this thing is useful to Wanting, it is worth it.

What Liu Tianyi would do was to confront Zhao Jianyu face to face and force him to answer questions about Wanting again.

But the illusionist would not do that. A terrible adult like her has her own set of survival rules.

The Memory Master glanced out the window and found that the campus was silent. Perhaps it was because this world was just a memory that had once disappeared, and those insignificant people would not appear.

Following the path that Zhao Jianyu and Liu Tianyi took, the illusionist entered Zhao Jianyu's dormitory.

The dormitory door was not locked, and there were two cups of water on the table. The illusionist walked forward and touched the cups and found that they were warm.

This guy actually knows how to get hot water to entertain guests, or in other words, what kind of guests deserve his care?

Fortunately, there were only two people living in this four-person dormitory, and there was an empty locker. The illusionist hid in it effortlessly and prepared to eavesdrop with a clear conscience.

Not long after, the guest she was waiting for arrived.

"You didn't lock the door when you went out." Wanting's calm voice came clearly through the iron door of the locker.

The Memory Master was astonished.

"I forgot." Zhao Jianyu's voice was tense, "I usually don't forget things, I don't know what happened this time."

Outside the cabinet came the sound of chairs rubbing against the ground, and the sound of teacups touching the table. It seemed that only one person sat down, and another person was standing beside him.

"Sit down." Wan Ting made a strange sound. The sound was soft and intimidating. It was something that the illusionist and Liu Tianyi had never heard before. "Tell me what you think."

Zhao Jianyu was silent, as if he was organizing his words carefully. After a long while, he finally spoke: "Since then, I have never successfully used my ability again. Everything seems like a dream."

"Sometimes, I wonder if I have delusions, or if there really are superheroes in this world."

Wanting's voice was like a dream, but full of encouragement: "More."

There was another long silence. When Zhao Jianyu spoke again, his voice was filled with tears: "This is a punishment. It makes me lose my ability."

"I, that is obviously the only gift God has given me. With such a powerful ability, I can get everyone's attention. I even have the hope of being sent directly to a specialized college in a big city..."

The illusionist was quite surprised that Zhao Jianyu actually lost his superpowers after the Zhao Yazhuang murder incident.

Zhao Jianyu was still choking up: "Because that little bastard was killed by my pinch, I had to hide this matter. I...ahhhh!"

With a dull thud, Zhao Jianyu seemed to fall off the chair and onto the ground.

There were silent sobs and curses outside the closet, but Wanting's voice was still calm: "Listen carefully to what I say. That young man hurt you, and you killed him, planting the seeds of murder and harming yourself."

"If you kill an unjust person."

The sobbing sound became smaller: "What is an unrighteous person?"

There was another soft sound, followed by the sound of dripping water. The illusionist could not help but move his body and moved to the gap between the cabinet to take a look.

The illusionist saw Wanting sitting sideways at the table without her glasses, and she raised her hand to gently knock over the water glass.

The water in the cup flowed slowly along the edge of the table onto the head of Zhao Jianyu who was sitting slumped. Zhao Jianyu looked up stupidly, neither dodging nor speaking.

Wanting, or maybe not Wanting, continued, “Look at this water. It falls equally on the righteous and the unrighteous.”

She stretched out her five fingers and held the sunlight that shone into the room through the gap in the curtains. The weak light and tiny dust particles were all held in her palms:

“Behold the light, which shines equally on the righteous and the unrighteous.”

She straightened the cup and asked a question in a declarative sentence: "What is an unjust person?"

Zhao Jianyu's cheeks were swollen with an abnormal red color. He did not wipe the water off his head and said excitedly: "I think those who are wrong are the unjust people."

"I, I...If he hadn't bullied me, I wouldn't have killed him. If he had the ability, I wouldn't have crushed him to death."

"If, if," Zhao Jianyu's face faded a little bit, "but I don't have the ability now."

“If you do the right thing, it will come back.”

"Look, sin is lying at your door. It must desire you, but you resist it."

"I don't understand, Mom." After Zhao Jianyu said this, Wanting simply stood up.

Zhao Jianyu hugged her legs and said, "Wait, wait, Mom! I will understand immediately. I am very smart and useful!"

"Sin crouched at my door... I resisted it. I was insulted and burst into murderous intent, and I aroused my power to kill the unrighteous man..."

Zhao Jianyu still held her legs tightly. He slowly raised his head, his eyes shining brightly: "I will kill another unjust person."

The illusionist looked through the gap and saw the person who occupied Wanting's body looking down at Zhao Jianyu with a peaceful and kind smile.

"Besides that, is there anything else I can do for you, Mumu?"

"You don't have to do anything." Wanting lowered her body and wiped away the water drops on the edge of her round face. "You are still so young. You just need to wait for God to come. God will forgive you with his holy love."

“Who is God our God?”

"I don't know." Wan Ting smiled, "We will meet Him unconsciously, not in the present, not in the past, and not in the future. Only then will people call on His name."

Agape

The Memory Master's heart sank.

Wanting touched Zhao Jianyu's hair again: "And now, I have found an unjust person for you."

She slowly stood up, turned her head slightly, and looked at the illusionist hiding in the closet.

Zhao Jianyu's eyes, which were squeezed into slits by his fat, also looked over.