Chapter 74 Memory is the soul, the wind is blowing through the eyelashes

Fu Yanli blinked, realizing he was being overly pessimistic.

Xu Wenci doesn't eat rice, how about having some fruit?

He had just picked up the fruit and fruit knife from the table when Xu Wenci quickly turned around and hurried downstairs.

Fu Yanli heard footsteps, looked up blankly, and realized that Xu Wenci wanted to see him.

Unexpectedly, Xu Wenci rushed to his side, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and hugged his waist, taking the fruit knife from his hand.

"You can't eat fruit at night," Xu Wenci said expressionlessly.

Fu Yanli blinked again, and could see Xu Wenci's trembling heart through his trembling eyelashes.

Is it just my imagination?

Fu Yanli gritted his teeth.

Aren't you going to eat?

Fu Yanli asked.

silence.

Fu Yanli remained silent for two seconds.

Xu Wenci also remained silent.

"I won't eat."

A surge of intense anger at being tricked welled up within him, and he instinctively frowned and shouted.

Fu Yanli blinked.

What happened?

Why are you suddenly angry? There wasn't a rule against eating fruit at night in the last world...

Seeing that Fu Yanli still had no reaction, Xu Wenci lowered his head and raised his eyebrows almost imperceptibly.

"Fu Yanli, I hope you remember what you said at the movie theater today."

Fu Yanli nodded.

"If that's the reason, you can rest assured that I definitely won't say anything out of line."

As he spoke, he reached out and made a zipping motion near his mouth.

Neither of them mentioned this secret, which wasn't exactly a consensus.

Xu Wenci pursed his lips and left.

He said, "Isn't there food? I'll have some."

He seemed to understand why Fu Yanli was responsible for his meals.

Scallion oil noodles.

I made it intentionally lighter.

Xu Wenci tilted his head, frowned, and said, "It tastes salty."

Seeing Xu Wenci's furrowed brows, Fu Yanli looked anxious and asked, "Is it not tasty?"

Xu Wenci swallowed the noodles in his mouth before speaking, "What do you think?"

Fu Yanli looked up, appearing guilty.

"I'll go wash the dishes." He turned around and murmured softly, "Then I'll put less salt in next time."

"The noodles were bland last time," Xu Wenci said.

Fu Yanli stopped and turned around, puzzled.

Can a person's tastes change that quickly?

"Gu Pei told me about the two souls." Everyone assumed that it meant that the souls of two different worlds coexisted in one body.

But no.

Xu Wenci knew perfectly well that this was not the case.

If that's really the case, then he also has two souls inside him.

But no.

So, besides him, who else is inside Fu Yanli's body?

"Did it fade last time?" Fu Yanli was stunned, and answered irrelevantly.

"Your notebook." Xu Wenci didn't want to talk to Fu Yanli, so he pointed directly to the diary in the corner of the sofa.

It was Fu Yanli's notebook that he had kept hidden.

In fact, the most important clue in Fu Yanli's possession was not the script or the rules, but his diary.

“You’ve had amnesia all along. You remember everything that happened that month, right?” Xu Wenci stood up, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and continued, “Where has the other soul been hiding all this time? Did you write anything in your diary?”

Xu Wenci had no interest in opening Fu Yanli's diary; if he wanted to, he would have known the truth long ago.

“There is no other soul,” Fu Yanli said.

In the world of novels, memory is the soul.

Xu Wenci narrowed his eyes and remained silent.

“For the world of novels, memory is the soul,” Fu Yanli said. “The part of my memory that I lost will become another soul of mine.”

memory?

soul?

This information left Xu Wenci momentarily stunned.

Therefore, Fu Yanli's lost memories... will cause him to give birth to a soul...

Therefore, Xu Wenci judges whether he remembers the previous world based on his soul.

Well done.

Well done.

Xu Wenci couldn't help but want to applaud and exclaim in admiration.

“I don’t judge whether you remember based on your soul. I don’t know how many souls you have. Only Gu Pei knows.”

Fu Yanli explained.

Xu Wenci pursed his lips and smiled, but his amber pupils couldn't help but narrow slightly. "Fu Yanli, since you know me so well, knowing that pretending to forget the last world would soften my heart, and knowing that I might kill you again, then you should also know that when you told me you destroyed my rules, freeing me from constraints, I couldn't possibly..."

In response to Xu Wenci's breakdown and to interrupt his words, Fu Yanli gave him a gentle hug.

Very light.

Xu Wenci was stunned.

Although the hug was light, his heart pounded violently in his chest, and he couldn't help but blink; the sound of breathing was so close to his ear.

"I know, you will definitely find out."

So, what difference does it make whether you find out early or late?

"How exactly were my rules destroyed..." Xu Wenci took a deep breath, admonishing himself to speak properly and to be patient with Fu Yanli, this fool.

"I've lost that part of my memory..."

“Heh,” Xu Wenci laughed sarcastically, holding up a finger and beckoning it to Fu Yanli, “Come here.”

Fu Yanli obediently leaned his big head closer.

Xu Wenci pouted, grabbed Fu Yanli by the collar, stood on tiptoe, and gently touched Fu Yanli's hair with his other hand, his tone fierce: "Someone as cautious as you... would let yourself lose your memory... and not even a little curious about what those lost memories are?"

“There’s a limit to lying…” Xu Wenci narrowed his eyes, seemingly still not satisfied. He tugged at Fu Yanli’s ear again, and glared at Fu Yanli’s grinning face. “You’ve been lying to me all along, and you’ve lied to me about this too.”

Fu Yanli stole a glance at Xu Wenci's profile but remained silent.

"What exactly are the memories you've lost?" Xu Wenci pushed Fu Yanli away, took a step back, and his tense back suddenly relaxed, his mockery replaced by helplessness.

There must be memories of how the rules were broken.

“I’ll tell you later.” Fu Yanli blinked.

Xu Wenci knew that once Fu Yanli said those words, it was basically over.

It was very late, so he turned and left.

He knew that finding the answer himself was better than asking.

Moreover, Fu Yanli might not be willing to be honest with him.

"Xu Wenci, I forgot to congratulate you on reuniting with your mother." Fu Yanli was extremely good at changing the subject. Every time he changed the subject, it was extremely abrupt, but every time it would leave Xu Wenci stunned.

Xu Wenci turned around, frowning. "Bastard."

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Tears flowed endlessly, like a spring that would never run dry, sliding down Xu Wenci's cheeks, onto his chin, and dripping onto his clothes.

Fu Yanli pursed his lips and hugged Xu Wenci.

He knew that Xu Wenci's emotions had long since collapsed, but he kept holding on.

Just cry it out.

There's been so much going on lately.

Just cry it out.

Fu Yanli closed his eyes, and a tear fell into Xu Wenci's hair.

“Before… my dad kept telling me… he kept saying…” Xu Wenci’s voice choked, burying his face in Fu Yanli’s arms, unable to utter a complete sentence, “He kept saying my mother… she’s dead… I don’t believe it…”

"He hit me..." Xu Wenci sobbed, her tears smearing onto Fu Yanli's clothes.

"He said... my mother didn't want me anymore... because she ran away... she was hit by a car and died..."

"Grandma also said that my mother... doesn't want me anymore..."

Fu Yanli gently patted Xu Wenci's back, as if coaxing a child. He then gently touched Xu Wenci's forehead, which was alarmingly hot.

People whose emotions fluctuate greatly are more prone to illness.

He licked his lips, touched Xu Wenci's eyelashes, and felt the burning sensation from her hot tears. He withdrew his hand, wiping away the tear closest to the corner of his eye as he did so.

“Baby…” he murmured softly.

Everything was a twist of fate.

It seems like it was just a little bit short.

"If... if I could have sneaked away back then... maybe I could have met my mother who had been looking for me..." Xu Wenci murmured, clinging tightly to Fu Yanli's clothes, as if afraid of being thrown away.

The moment his mother tearfully told him the truth, the moment he learned it, he suddenly realized that his grandmother, who always took him out early and back late when he was a child, was hiding from his mother.

He was somewhat confused as to whether his grandmother's concern for him was an attempt to avoid the daughter-in-law she both loved and had to hurt, or a genuine affection for her grandson.

Fu Yanli picked up Xu Wenci, who had a thin scar on his wrist.

He could feel it every time Fu Yanli touched it.

Overwhelming guilt and immense pain would always engulf Xu Wenci, but each time, Xu Wenci would blame himself.

I blame myself for not going out at the time.

I blame myself for not pressing for more information about my mother's whereabouts back then.

I blame myself for not finding my mother in the previous world.

“Don’t blame yourself,” Fu Yanli said softly, “You did nothing wrong.”

Without Gu Pei, no one would know where Xu Wenci's mother is now.

"Xu Wenci, before your aunt met you, she asked me whether, given your personality, she should hug you when she met her, your mother," Fu Yanli murmured softly.

Xu Wenci wiped away his tears and didn't say anything. He nestled in Fu Yanli's arms, waiting for Fu Yanli to put him back on the sofa on the second floor.

After a long, long time, he finally said, "I hugged her."

Perhaps Fu Yanli didn't tell Li Suhe that she couldn't hug him, but that day, Li Suhe sat there awkwardly, turning around whenever she heard a sound. The moment she saw him, she just stood up blankly, as if she wanted to run to him, but as soon as she lifted her foot, she quickly pulled it back.

The high heels made a distorted sound as they scraped across the floor.

The moment his reason returned, he had already hugged his mother.

But he didn't know what to do next.

He was unfamiliar with his mother's habits in recent years, and had no idea why his mother was willing to see him.

He knew his father's character all too well, so he was afraid that his mother hated him just as much as she hated his father.

His mother was crying.

She hugged him back.

"Fu Yanli, everything is about to end..."

"Wait a little longer..." Fu Yanli said, reaching out and skillfully taking out a thermometer, which he then placed in Xu Wenci's mouth. "Don't speak yet."

His amber eyes had lost their luster, like marbles whose shine had been worn away by sandpaper.

Xu Wenci obediently held the thermometer in his mouth and remained silent.

His light blue, tousled hair obscured his eyebrows and eyes. Fu Yanli gently lifted it up and clipped it with a small clip. With his eyes lowered, he suddenly blew on his eyelashes.

Because of his discomfort, Xu Wenci, though his eyes were closed, still expressed his dissatisfaction by frowning.

He's annoyed.

Why is it windy again?

He suddenly opened his eyes, and because the movement was so fast, his vision went black for a moment.

When he had a fever in the last world, there would always be a gentle, soft breeze blowing on his eyelashes.

It turned out to be Fu Yanli.