Chapter 92
In the principal's office, a sudden flash of fluorescent light from a screen broke the darkness in the octagonal pavilion.
The computer on the desk suddenly started up on its own, and a USB flash drive fell out from the lit screen.
Cen Xun took a long while to respond: "What is it?"
Yaxu replied in a steady electronic voice, "You forgot. You made a memory backup with me in advance."
In order to prevent prisoners from finding ways to escape after learning the location of the prison, the warden's skill will erase the prisoners' memories before entering the prison. Cen Xun's reaction clearly shows that he has forgotten the preparations he made before entering the prison.
Cen Xun was stunned for a moment and picked up the USB flash drive on the table.
Yaxu: "You learned from the atheists in advance that entering the Abyss Prison may cause amnesia. To prevent the loss of important memories, you all made memory backups with me."
"Surprise." The electronic voice said congratulations: "Your memory is still there."
However, Cen Xun did not immediately crush the USB drive to recover his memory as Yaxu had simulated. He held the USB drive in his hand, stared at it with his eyes lowered, but did not take the next step.
Yaxu typed a big question mark on the screen.
According to his calculations, Cen Xun, who had lost and recovered his memory backup, should not have reacted in this way.
When he learned that he had lost his precious memories forever, Cen Xun was obviously unhappy. Now that the memories are still there, according to normal logic, shouldn't Cen Xun recover his memories immediately and feel better?
Yaxu didn't understand.
No matter how he analyzed or calculated, Cen Xun's actions would always deviate from the simulated trajectory he calculated.
Yaxu finally asked in confusion: "You're not going to restore your memory, Principal?"
The fluorescent light from the screen fell on Cen Xun's face, casting some shadows on his well-defined features.
After a while, Cen Xun said in a deep voice, "Ya Xu, if a piece of erroneous data causes your computer to crash, would you still choose to restore it?"
Yaxu said without hesitation: "Of course not."
He would be crazy to choose to restore data knowing that the system will crash.
Cen Xun said, "That's what I think. I also have no reason to recover this memory."
The cursor on the screen spun for a moment, and the calculation was complete. Yaxu was still confused: "Principal, I still don't understand."
Cen Xun placed the USB drive on the table. "For me, that memory is indeed unique and precious. But one shouldn't dwell on the past. Instead, one should look forward."
"I only remember what happened after I discovered he was a player," Cen Xun said softly. "I gave him chances time and time again, hoping he would choose me, but he betrayed me time and time again and chose humans."
Intellectually, he could understand the decision made by Feng Jihan, but that didn't stop him from feeling angry and painful about it.
"But now I suddenly realize that if I didn't have those ten years of memories, my heart wouldn't ache for his choice." Cen Xun pressed his chest. "For an insignificant passerby, an enemy, his choice wouldn't carry such a heavy weight for me."
"Since restoring memory won't change the current situation, forgetting might be a better option."
No more anger, no more pain.
His world shouldn't have overly bright colors.
Yaxu was silent for a moment, then said, "I think I understand a little bit. Restoring this memory will make you feel pain, so in order to avoid the pain, you might as well not restore the memory."
Cen Xun: "That's exactly it."
Yaxu asked, "Will you tell this to the atheists?"
Cen Xun paused and said, "Well, it's time to say it. There's a beginning and an end."
He took out his cell phone and wanted to send a message to Feng Jihan, but when he saw a string of dialog boxes sent by him before, he scrolled up.
Four days ago, when he first entered Chiyuan Prison, Feng Jihan sent him several messages:
[23:02]
Is the evil yarn ball back today: Have you been to Chiyuan Prison?
[23:03]
Is the evil ball of yarn back today: [Natural Scourge] is also on the Possa Sea. If you fight with the Jailer, you will easily be discovered by [Natural Scourge]. My skills can deal with [Natural Scourge]. Why not take me in with you?
[23:30]
Is Evil Yarn Ball back today: Are You in Jail Already?
Three days ago [08:03]
Has the evil ball of yarn returned today? The dean of your university said that you had already left last night. I will wait for you for a day. If you haven’t returned yet, I will go find you.
Two days ago [08:02]
Is the evil ball of yarn back today: I'm going to find you.
One day ago [08:01]
Is the evil ball of yarn back today: The ocean is so big, I can’t find you.
Today's [08:00]
Is the evil ball of yarn back today: I'm starting to hate the sea.
Today's [16:03]
Is the evil ball of yarn back today: Your dean said you are back, how are you, are you hurt?
Today's [16:21]
Is the evil yarn ball back today: I’m going to the school gate this time, let me see you, okay?
After reading the news, Cen Xun put his finger on his forehead and asked Ya Xu, "Who told him I'm back?"
"I," Yaxu admitted quickly, but the slightly fluctuating electronic voice still revealed a hint of guilt. "Three days ago, the atheist almost broke in looking for you, so I had no choice but to tell him where you were."
"He searched for you on the Posuo Sea for three days and kept in touch with me during that time."
Cen Xun seemed to sigh: "He has been at sea for the past three days?"
Yaxu stated objectively, "Yes, based on the location, he has been moving on the sea without any rest."
Cen Xun put down his hand that was resting on his forehead, opened the dialog box, and sent a message to Feng Jihan.
"Meet me at the door tomorrow at eight o'clock."
Feng Jihan quickly replied: Why? Can't we meet now?
Cen Xun typed out the words one by one: "There is something I want to give you there."
After sending this message, Cen Xun placed his phone upside down on the table.
After a while, Yaxu said, "The atheists left the school gate."
Cen Xun did not respond. He sat motionless in the shadows, like a silent statue.
The principal was in a bad mood, and the entire area within the strange domain of Nightmare University was covered in rain.
Wu Sa followed Cen Xun out of the administration building, holding an umbrella for him, and looked worriedly: "Principal, do you really not need me to find a driver to drive you?"
"No, I'll go by myself," Cen Xun took the umbrella. "I won't be at school today and tomorrow, so please put the matters I'm supposed to handle aside for now. Contact me if there's anything important. As for your next work assignment, I've asked Yaxu to send it to you, so please check it."
Ursa nodded: "Understood, I will do it well!"
Watching the tall figure disappear in the rain, Wusa sighed softly. The principal is still the same principal. Even if he goes to deal with personal matters, he will not forget his work.
I hope the principal can get a satisfactory answer this time.
Wusa prayed silently, then turned on his phone and checked the work task sent by Yaxu.
Since Yaxu has no physical body and is always active on the virtual network, he can be there at any time no matter how many people call him at the same time. Therefore, the faculty and staff of Nightmare University gradually used Yaxu as an electronic secretary. If there is anything, they can just call Yaxu to help convey it, which is convenient and fast.
At the same time, Yaxu can also help process data and quickly complete any work that can be done based on the Internet, so the faculty and staff of E University will also let Yaxu assist in office work. This move has greatly improved efficiency and has been unanimously praised by faculty and students.
Wusa glanced at his task, took out another umbrella, opened it, and walked into the drizzling rain.
On the other side, Cen Xun arrived at his destination.
It was his former "home".
Cen Xun got out of the car and reached out to push open the half-open iron gate. The yard had been unattended for a long time and was in a state of disrepair.
Now the nightmare world is full of pollution. In the polluted environment, even weeds can no longer grow freely. In the former flower beds, only dead branches are left.
Cen Xun walked into the door. The living room was still a mess and covered with a thick layer of dust. Cen Xun ignored these traces, went up the stairs and entered the bedroom.
Then he threw back the quilt and lay down on the bed.
Cen Xun didn't know why he came back early and slept here for a night.
Maybe I am still lingering on something subconsciously.
Human beings have always compared their homes to safe havens, and this metaphor is not without reason. Just like at this moment, Cen Xun was lying on the bed where he had slept for a long time, listening to the sound of rain outside, feeling a rare peace in his heart.
Cen Xun did not sleep that night. The next day, the alarm clock rang at 8 o'clock on time, still playing the familiar "Dedicated to Alice".
Cen Xun turned off the alarm clock, walked downstairs and opened the door.
Feng Jihan was sitting on the steps at the door. He didn't know when he came. His body was wrapped in damp moisture, and his hair and clothes were completely wet from the rain.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head and looked up at Cen Xun.
Cen Xun's expression was indifferent: "Why don't you come in?"
Feng Jihan stood up and looked at him: "You said we would meet tomorrow."
Cen Xun mocked him, "Are you following the rules again now?"
He let go of the door handle: "Come in."
Feng Jihan followed Cen Xun in nervously. He had a bad feeling about Cen Xun suddenly asking him to meet here.
This ominous premonition reached its peak when Cen Xun took out a USB flash drive.
"This contains a backup of my memories from the past ten years." Cen Xun handed it to him. "They say that a person should have a beginning and an end. I thought about it and felt that it was quite right. Between us, there should also be a beginning and an end."
Feng Jihan's tense expression showed signs of cracking slightly. He stared at the USB flash drive in Cen Xun's hand, as if he didn't understand, and repeated, "Your ten years of memory backup?"
Cen Xun said bluntly, "In order to deal with the warden, I destroyed all my memories of you over the past ten years. Later, I learned that memories cannot be restored after being destroyed. Although I prepared a memory backup in advance, I wondered if I really needed to restore that memory."
Perhaps because he had been in the rain for too long, Feng Jihan felt cold all over. He tried to analyze the problem rationally: "Why do you think it's unnecessary?"
"Because you make me feel pain. It hurts to lie to me, it hurts not to choose me, and it hurts to see you sad," Cen Xun sighed. "If regaining my memory will only make me feel more miserable, then it's better not to regain it."
Feng Jihan's eyes turned red almost instantly. He took a deep breath and tried to suppress those uncontrollable emotions, but unfortunately it had little effect.
Cen Xun lowered his eyes, not looking at his slightly red eyelids, and handed him the USB drive, saying calmly: "Whether it's memories or love, I will return it to you. You can throw it away or keep it as a souvenir. It's up to you to do with it."
Feng Jihan raised his hand blankly, wanting to hold Cen Xun's outstretched hand, but as soon as he raised his hand, the USB flash drive fell into his palm.
Cen Xun's eyes fell on the USB drive and he said formally, "Feng Jihan, let's stop here."
After waiting for a long while without any response from Feng Jihan, Cen Xun assumed that he had agreed and turned to leave.
Just after taking a few steps, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind him, and then a huge force came and hugged him tightly from behind.
"No!" Feng Jihan breathed rapidly, buried his face in his neck, and tightly wrapped his arms around Cen Xun's waist and arms: "Don't stop here!"
The hot tears fell into Cen Xun's neck, so hot that it felt like burning his skin.
Cen Xun heard Feng Jihan sobbing behind him, "Brother, how can you be so cruel?"
"Don't forget me," Feng Jihan held Cen Xun's hand: "Don't leave me behind."
Feng Jihan recalled the feeling of searching for Cen Xun on the vast ocean for three days. The Posuo Sea was so big and the island was so small. No matter how he flew, he could not fly to the side of the one he loved.
His body was drifting aimlessly on the sea, and his soul had nowhere to rest either.
What was he thinking during those three days when he couldn't find Cen Xun?
He was thinking, what would he do if Cen Xun died somewhere at sea?
What should he do if Cen Xun forgets him after returning?
With those pessimistic uncertainties, he flew with all his might over the vast ocean until he was exhausted.
When he stopped on a reef, Feng Jihan looked at the boundless and empty sea, and suddenly realized that in fact, over the past ten years, Cen Xun had also given him a place to rest his soul, brushed away the dust on his body, and saved him from having to wander in this devastated world.
If Cen Xun is gone, where will his heart rest?
So he began to blame himself and regret that if he was qualified enough to stand by Cen Xun and enter Chiyuan Prison with him, perhaps Cen Xun would not be in danger.
The feather prop given to Cen Xun could sense Cen Xun's physical condition. When the feather conveyed to him the news that Cen Xun's body was rapidly weakening, Feng Jihan only had one thought in his mind:
If Cen Xun cannot come back alive, then he will overturn the sea.
But none of his scenarios included Cen Xun coming back alive and expressing his desire to end it all with him in a clear-headed manner.
Feng Jihan felt like something exploded in his head, and there was only one word left that he refused to accept.
I can't accept breaking up with Cen Xun like this.
He refused to accept Cen Xun's decision to forget everything and just walked away.
He couldn't accept that Cen Xun didn't love him.
He said almost incoherently: "Brother, don't go"
Tears fell on the skin of his neck. Cen Xun sighed softly, and finally turned around to look at him, stretching out his fingers to touch his wet cheek. His glass-like eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and he looked very pitiful.
Cen Xun finally asked the question that had been on his mind for a long time: "If my survival would destroy the real world that you care about, would you want me to die on the island?"
Feng Jihan stared at him blankly, a crystal teardrop falling straight from the corner of his eye, as if he could no longer control his emotions. He gritted his teeth and suddenly raised his voice, questioning him hatefully: "What are you talking about in your heart? Am I really that unbearable?"
Cen Xun looked at him: "Will it?"
Feng Jihan seemed to have been drained of all his strength. He closed his eyes and said, "After all, what does the life and death of others have to do with me? So many people are trying their best to change their fate. If it still ends badly in the end, it means that this is the fate of this world."
"I've tried my best. No matter what happens next, I will accept it." Feng Jihan took Cen Xun's hand and pressed it to his heart. "In this world, the only person I care about is you. How could I possibly wish you dead for someone insignificant? Whether you want to be the principal or destroy something, it's up to you. No matter what choice you make in the end, I will accept it."
"Don't say that again. I would rather die in that sea than wish you..."
At one point he was so choked up that he couldn't speak anymore.
Cen Xun wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips: "It would have been better if you had said these words to me earlier."
Feng Jihan looked at him sadly: "Is it still too late?"
Cen Xun said "hmm" mercilessly.
Seeing that Feng Jihan couldn't suppress his sadness and seemed to be on the verge of another emotional breakdown, he slowly said: "Cry a few more times. If you cry nicely, I'll consider it."
Feng Jihan: ""
Feng Jihan asked doubtfully, "Have you really lost your memory?"
Cen Xun gave a positive answer: "Really, but I think you look pretty when you cry."
Feng Jihan stared at him for a few seconds, then rushed forward in anger, blocking his cunning lips and tongue. Cen Xun was knocked back a few steps by him, his back against the wall.
Feng Jihan kissed him hard and fast, as if he wanted to chew him up and swallow him. Cen Xun gradually found it difficult to resist. After he had finally pushed the person in front of him away, a pair of hands suddenly reached in from under his shirt.
Cen Xun held down that hand and raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you not going to do it?"
Feng Jihan became even more angry: "You said you had amnesia, but you clearly remember this!"
Cen Xun said calmly, "We were in a state of hatred during that time, so it's not a good memory."
""
Feng Jihan really believed his lies.
With Cen Xun holding his hands, he couldn't move forward, and he couldn't suppress the evil fire, so he had to lower his voice and beg Cen Xun: "Brother, I want to do it."
Cen Xun asked slowly, "Are you doing this voluntarily?"
What kind of questions are these? Is there anything I don’t want to do voluntarily? Feng Jihan suppressed his shame and said, “Yes.”
"What is it? Repeat it in full."
Feng Jihan knew Cen Xun's bad nature very well and knew that Cen Xun would never give up until he got a satisfactory answer, so he had no choice but to repeat: "I want to do it voluntarily."
Cen Xun was finally satisfied. He lowered his hand from his shoulder and placed it suggestively on his hips: "Then I want to be number one this time."
Feng Jihan: ""
Cen Xun's tone suddenly turned cold: "Why, you can all accept giving up being a savior for love, but you can't accept being a zero for love?"
Feng Jihan said firmly: "This is really not possible."
Then he flipped him over in one go.
Cen Xun looked back unhappily. Just as he released the puppet thread, he was suppressed by Feng Jihan's godless domain.
Cen Xun looked at him expressionlessly: "Feng Jihan, is this your attitude towards seeking peace?"
Feng Jihan thought for a moment and proposed a solution: "Then you fight with me, and if you win I'll let you be on top?"
So they fought all the way from the living room to the bedroom.
Feng Jihan's godless domain naturally suppressed the puppet threads, so Cen Xun never won.
But Feng Jihan was very kind and finally let Cen Xun sit on it as he wished. Cen Xun took a deep breath, and her long black hair that was not tied up brushed against Feng Jihan's chest, bringing a slightly itchy feeling.
Feng Jihan took advantage of Cen Xun's inattention at the moment, took out the memory USB drive, and coaxed him to ask: "Brother, how do I use this?"
Cen Xun barely supported his chest, half-opened his eyes and glanced at him: "Crush it."
Feng Jihan moved with a half-believing and half-doubting attitude, but after he crushed the USB drive, Cen Xun only paused slightly before continuing. Feng Jihan felt a little anxious and sat up and asked him, "Hasn't it recovered yet?"
Cen Xun groaned as he stood up, looking at him patiently: "How can it be that fast? No matter what it is, it's easier to break than to repair it."
Feng Jihan looked at him silently for a while, then hugged him and said, "As long as you still want me, it doesn't matter if I can't recover those memories."
Cen Xun patted the back of his neck: "You know how to be sweet now. You really should let the people you know see how worthless you are."
Feng Jihan said in a muffled voice: "I don't care, let them laugh at me."
Feng Jihan searched for Cen Xun on the sea for three days, and his mood was affected by Cen Xun. After talking things out, he finally felt a sense of relief that the dust had settled. After that, he hugged Cen Xun and slept for the first time in several days.
He slept soundly, and when he woke up, the first thing he saw was Cen Xun, who was looking at him with interest, his chin propped up. "I brought you a surprise from Chiyuan Prison. Do you want to go and see it?"
Feng Jihan: ""
Based on his understanding of this ancestor, the so-called surprise was probably a shock.
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