Chapter 129: Memories Pavilion
"Are you awake? How's it going? Are you still dizzy?"
Jiaoran propped himself up on the bed with his elbows, his face pale. "Why are you suddenly so noisy?"
Mu Jin glanced in the direction they left without explaining much. She looked already upset enough.
"Do you want to sleep a little longer? Are you still sleepy?"
She shook her head and said, "I'm still tired even when I fall asleep."
He helped her up, letting her head rest on his shoulder, and gently pressed her temples with one hand. "Is this better?"
He touched her waist and then her shoulders. She was much thinner than when she was in the Governor's Mansion. Her shoulder bones felt a little uncomfortable, and he felt a pang of pain in his heart.
This is a heart disease. He knows clearly that Jiaoran can't hide anything in her heart, but for some reasons she cannot entrust him with the important task.
He realized that he was incompetent. If only he could help her a little more, if only he were stronger, and could take her away from here...
He always felt that if she didn't want to talk, he shouldn't ask her. She was too independent-minded and didn't like others to restrict her.
In the past, he always felt that if he held on to something tightly, he would not lose it. However, as he grew older and experienced more, he felt that he should open his hands and let things come and go. If they really belonged to him and were destined to be with him, then they would return to him in the end.
Nothing is more true than this between people.
But this time it was different. If he couldn't relieve her worries, she didn't know when she would be able to recover. Her physical injuries healed faster than ordinary people, but who could see the pain in her heart?
She frowned as the sharp fragments of memory pierced her brain, giving her a splitting headache.
"Jiao Ran, can you tell me something?"
She looked at him for a long time, tears almost falling. This was the man she loved most in the world, but those complicated memories rushed into her mind, reminding her all the time that she had also liked other people with such a desperate love.
She is unfaithful, greedy and selfish.
But he was still the same as when she first fell in love with him. Even though she knew that he was not the innocent little boy she thought she had seen at first sight, she still loved him.
Love his devotion.
He seemed never to let her doubt that he would change his mind.
Even if he and Madam Cheng tried to make her question his love for her, she would not be deceived by him, because he gave her enough confidence and made her understand a man's persistence.
She wanted to tell him all the humiliation, unwillingness, pain, and meanness, but for a moment, she was also worried that he could not understand her.
But he understood it as soon as he heard it.
She pointed to her head and said, "I'm going to explode here."
"Why?"
She frowned, looking very sad. "It's like a revolving lantern. There are so many people I don't know appearing here, and... so many... myself."
Mu Jin was neither impatient nor anxious. She wiped her tears and asked, "How do you know those were all you?"
"Some of their faces look very similar to me. Some don't look quite like me, but I still feel like it's me. It's very familiar, like looking in a mirror, minus the muscles and bones, and everything inside is exactly the same."
He said, "Are you afraid of yourself?"
Jiao Ran said, "No, it's just that I feel very confused, as if I'm entangled in a web. I can't breathe, and the world is spinning."
For some reason, she hid Ah Heng in front of him.
Now she understood why there were so many strange people in this underground palace.
She figured it out almost as soon as she came back. Perhaps looking at those broken people would remind him of their past.
I will think of her too.
It was a bright red dream, stained with blood.
Ah Heng was too strong and passionate, and flawlessness was almost imprinted in his bones.
Thinking of such passionate love, her brows furrowed.
Asking people around her over and over again who she is is also the question she wants to ask herself.
She couldn't help but ask Mu Jin again.
Mu Jin said, "Sometimes who you are is less important than who you want to be."
“Who do I want to be?”
"Yeah, since you said those people are you, have you ever thought about who you want to be?"
Jiaoran was awakened by his words. She had always wanted to be Jiaoran. "Of course -"
"Jiao Ran. Right?" He answered for her.
She nodded. "I never wanted to be anyone else."
Mu Jin looked into her eyes. "Life and death are the fate that mortals cannot escape. Jiaoran, after destruction there is rebirth, but every rebirth will be a new person. Do you think that is right?"
She listened to him with fascination.
"If you think I'm right, then don't worry about it. Those people have nothing to do with you. They're just bystanders. Think about it, they're just strangers passing by you. Why should you worry so much about them?"
"But I couldn't control my mind. They got in and wreaked havoc in my head."
Mu Jin held down her hands that were slapping herself and asked her to stop hurting herself.
"I have a good idea, do you want to try it?"
"Is there any way to stop my wild thoughts?"
He said, of course. "Have you forgotten that I have a skill?"
Jiaoran didn't know what he was talking about.
Mu Jin pointed to his forehead.
She reacted immediately, "I have a photographic memory!"
Seeing her smile, Mu Jin felt relieved. "Yes, so it's best if you ask me for advice on this kind of thing."
After he said this, Jiaoran was silent for a while.
Because she thought of his pain.
His photographic memory means he cannot forget the pain he has endured.
The inability to forget is sometimes a curse.
Mu Jin saw her hesitation, held her face and kissed her, "Are you thinking, I can't forget, how painful it would be?"
She didn't know how to answer.
Mu Jin said it was okay. He sat cross-legged beside her and said, "It's not that painful because I have a way to seal the memory. Do you know what that method is?"
Jiaoran didn't know that mortals actually had this ability.
"How do you seal the memory?"
He said, "I figured it out myself, and it works very well."
He asked Jiaoran to close his eyes.
Jiaoran did as he was told and closed his eyes tightly. Everything in front of him was dark. "And then?"
He said, "Focus on it and don't get distracted, otherwise you won't be able to learn."
"good."
"The most important thing now is to sort out the tangled memories in your mind."
“I can’t organize it well.”
He said simply, "So far, the few memories that have impressed you the most, do you think they were all from the same time?"
"No, some are from a hundred years ago, some are from a few decades ago, and it seems that the location, characters, and time are all different."
"Okay, then treat these memories as stories now. These stories were accidentally broken, so they are mixed together."
"Well, then?"
"You imagine yourself sorting the pieces into categories and placing them in a large open space."
"What kind of clearing?"
Mu Jin said, "It doesn't matter. It's just an empty space."
Jiao Ran asked, "Is there any grass?"
"Hmm?" Mu Jin couldn't help but open his eyes. He saw her trembling long eyelashes in front of him, and he held back the smile on his lips.
"No grass, no flowers, nothing."
"Oh, I understand. Everything is in place now." Jiaoran closed his eyes.
"Then you imagine a pavilion behind an empty lot."
"What kind of pavilion?"
"It's up to you," he said.
"Okay, I've thought about it."
"And then you think about it, there are countless boxes in the pavilion."
"What kind of box?"
"Big boxes, really big. They're all in the attic, numbered one, two, three... Each box has a number on it."
"Why?"
"Do as you say."
"Oh, and then?"
"Put the fragments from the open space into boxes according to the ones that impressed you the most."
Jiaoran was silent for a moment, closed his eyes and said nothing.
Mu Jin didn't say anything, waiting for her to complete this feat.
She is not easily disturbed when she is concentrating. If she wants to accomplish something, no matter how many obstacles there are, she will focus on it.
"Which box have you loaded yet?"
"It's almost there." Jiaoran said.
Suddenly, a bell rang outside.
Jiaoran was subconsciously trying to open her eyes, but Mu Jin had already covered her ears, "Focus."
"good."
After an unknown amount of time, she was exhausted and slowly opened her eyes.
"how?"
"It's all ready," she said.
“How many boxes are there?”
"Thirty-two."
Mu Jin was calm and collected. "Do you still have a headache?"
She shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
She stepped forward and hugged his shoulders, "That's amazing, that's a great idea of yours."
"Alas, there's really nothing you can do about how smart people are... With a brain as bright as mine, wouldn't you be smug about having me?"
Jiaoran looked at his eyes which were also looking at her, and understood in an instant that he was actually just Mu Jin. No matter how much he looked like Meng Cangxue, he was still just Mu Jin.
No matter how much she resembles Wuxia, she is just Jiaoran.
They are none of those people.
What’s past is past.
She no longer sold her broken body to make a living, and Meng Zangxue no longer cared about the world.
They all died hundreds of years ago.
"Can you tell me why you keep calling me another person's name?" Mu Jin suddenly asked her.
Jiaoran wanted to laugh it off, but his eyes were so serious that she couldn't bear it. "I dreamed that in one of my lives, I was a person with only half a head, and you were a miraculous doctor who saved the world. You met me in an acrobatic troupe."
"And then?"
"Later, you were kind enough to help us see each other, and after you were done, you went back to treating patients and saving lives."
Mu Jin chuckled and said, "That's definitely not me."
"How can you be sure?"
"I am certain that Mu Jin will not leave Jiao Ran alone."
She was at a loss for words.
Yes, her Mu Jin would not leave her alone in that hellish place and let her continue to live in the quagmire.
Meng Cangxue is a good person, but he is just Meng Cangxue, not her Mu Jin. It doesn’t matter whether Wuxia loves Meng Cangxue or Ah Heng.
Because Jiaoran already has Mu Jin.
She was luckier than Wuxia, who was still wondering who he loved until his death, but she could now clearly see the person in front of her and was sure that he was the one she wanted.
Her intentions were clear as day.
"Archer, you're back?" Mu Jin saw him running in hurriedly.
Jiao Ran also immediately saw the senior sister in his arms, "Senior sister, what happened to her?"
Chai Che placed the person next to them. Mu Jin hurriedly put on her clothes and got out of bed. "Is she injured?"
Jiao Ran saw the blood on her arm soaking through her clothes. "I'll go call someone."
Mu Jin held her back and said, "You stay here and look after her. I'll go with Archer."
Chai Che ran out without waiting for Mu Jin.
Jiaoran was extremely anxious, but he could only wait in the stone hall.
Before Mu Jin and Chai Che came back, it was Bu Yue who came.
"Why are you here?"
Bu Yue walked to the bedside and asked, "How is she?"
"He fainted, can't you see?" Jiaoran said.
She quickly turned the corner, "How did you know she was injured?"
Bu Yue didn't explain and was too lazy to pay attention to her.
Jiao Ran asked, "You were the one who hurt her, weren't you?"
Bu Yue shook her hand off, "Don't talk nonsense."
"Oh, oh, I see. It's Xu Mengchou."
Bu Yue was silent and did not answer.
Silence is a kind of affirmation.
Jiao Ran was indignant. "What about her? I'm going to teach her a lesson and let her know what revenge is!"
Bu Yue was annoyed by her noise and asked, "Can you please stop talking so much?"
"She's already hurt Senior Sister like this, and I just said a few harsh words. Before I even started to do anything, you're already speaking up for her? Don't forget, we're from the same sect! Senior Sister is also your junior sister!"
Bu Yue checked her injuries, but Jiao Ran pushed her away and said, "Don't touch her."
During the argument, the blind man who had been met a few days ago was brought in by Chai Che and Mu Jin.
As soon as Chai Che saw Bu Yue here, he almost started fighting with him.
Mu Jin stopped him and said, "Now is not the time for you to fight. Let's take a look at her first."
The blind man sat down beside the bed under Jiaoran's guidance.
After taking her pulse, he said, "Please leave. Miss Jiaoran, please stay and help me."
"good."
Cha Che said, "I am her husband, so I should stay with her."
The blind man said, "That's not necessary. Miss Jiaoran is enough for me."
Chai Che wanted to say more, but was pulled out by Mu Jin, "Alright, ask him to help with the treatment as soon as possible. I think her arm is seriously injured."
The three of them walked out.
Bu Yue's heart was also hanging in the air. He certainly had not forgotten how badly her arm was injured that day.
As soon as they went out, Chai Che grabbed his clothes and started fighting with him. Mu Jin stood aside and couldn't stop them.
Bu Yue was punched hard by him and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
Just as he was about to attack him, he thought of something and pulled his hand back.
Now he is her husband, and seeing how much Zhuxing cares about him, how could he possibly do anything to him.
He didn't want to make her feel sad.
At this moment, Mu Jin grabbed Chai Che's arm and said, "Stop hitting me."
Bu Yue climbed up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and sneered, "What a coward! Beat me to death if you dare."
Mu Jin gritted his teeth. These two people were really...
"The most urgent thing now is how to get out," he said.
Chai Che said nothing.
Bu Yue nodded, "You're right. Who knows what tricks Phoenix Chick has up his sleeve. If you stay any longer, you'll all die here."
Chai Che glanced at Mu Jin and said, "I always feel that the Phoenix Chick wants Jiao Ran."
As soon as the words fell, Mu Jin and Bu Yue remained silent.
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