Luo Zhi slowly opened her eyes.
He looked at the ceiling and thought seriously about where he was for a few minutes, but to no avail, he had to pick up the mobile phone next to him.
I can't remember exactly when this behavior started, either after I woke up from sleep or from a fainting spell.
In short, after waking up one time, Luo Zhi looked at the words on the memo. Although he recognized every word, he had no way of identifying their meaning, and it was difficult to connect the memories through reasoning.
It was as if there was a squirrel living in his brain that specialized in eating memories, biting away a little bit every day, leaving more and more blanks.
It didn't hurt, but it just felt numb and tingling and I couldn't stop feeling sore. I couldn't use any strength at all.
It's like... when I reached back to grab something, the numb tendon in my elbow accidentally hit the corner of the cabinet, and an intense numbness instantly spread throughout my arm, making me completely unable to move.
Luo Zhi was actually a little scared at first, but she quickly got used to the feeling.
It feels so relaxing.
It was as if he was a blank slate with no past and no future.
You don’t have to think about any unnecessary people or unnecessary things, so you won’t have any worries.
Even the pain and sadness that happened to Luo Zhi yesterday had nothing to do with him.
...But it would still be inconvenient if I didn't remember anything at all.
Just like the last black-hearted innkeeper.
The boss discovered from some detail that Luo Zhi couldn't remember things, and he became ill-intentioned. He asked Luo Zhi for room fees thirteen times within two days.
He didn't even think that Luo Zhi just had amnesia and not dementia. The transfer records were clearly visible in his phone and he couldn't deny it.
Luo Zhi asked him to transfer the money, and when the amount was enough to file a case, he threatened to report her. He demanded double compensation on the spot, and then he changed hotels with the money.
…
Luo Zhi happened to click on this video.
He huddled at the head of the bed holding his cell phone, admiring his own feat with relish, then looking at the pale-faced, black-hearted boss, and was so happy that he could hardly stop.
Luo Zhi dragged the progress bar and watched it back and forth twice until she had laughed enough. Then she turned off the video and chose to arrange it in chronological order again.
The phone froze for a few seconds until the back panel began to heat up slightly, and a bunch of video clips, each dozens of minutes long, finally appeared on the screen.
Since the memo is no longer useful, Luo Zhi now starts using video to record what is happening to her.
I had a great time yesterday.
In the video, Luo Zhi is wearing a simple white shirt and jeans, carrying a drawing board, like a student out for field research.
He was sitting on the roadside painting and was soaked by the sudden heavy rain. However, the wet painting took on a certain impressionist artistic atmosphere.
He simply left the painting work to the rain, threw away his paintbrush, and enthusiastically stepped on the water on the roadside.
There were many people waiting for the bus on the roadside. When the video screen swept over them, many people looked at him strangely. Some of them were probably afraid that he would suddenly go crazy, so they hid far away without leaving a trace.
Then a little girl laughed and clapped her hands, completely ignoring the beautiful little skirt she had just changed into, and ran over happily to tread water with him.
Then the little girl's parents were frightened and ran over to stop her, persuade her and coax her. In the end, I don't know how they persuaded her, but the family started playing in the rain together.
Then someone couldn't help but run into the rain from under the station's awning.
This kind of thing seems strange when one person does it, but when everyone starts to do it strangely, no one will seem strange anymore.
Some people stretched out their hands to catch the cold raindrops, some people opened their arms to let the wind lift up their coats. Perhaps the brother was still pretending to be serious, but when his sister pulled him into the rain, he immediately started laughing.
Two boys who looked like they had just finished school were fighting with umbrellas. You splashed water on my face and I pushed you down. We were all messed up and sat in the rain with water on our faces, laughing so hard that we couldn't breathe.
Luo Zhi was squeezed so hard that he had no water to step on, so he went to take out his guitar.
After the sounds around my ears disappeared, as I gradually adapted to that extremely quiet world, the once clear sounds in my memory became more and more blurred day by day. He was no longer in the habit of speaking, nor could he sing.
But what's the big deal?
He couldn't hear it anyway.
Anyway, at this time, what is needed is not a decent and pleasant melody.
Luo Zhi sat on the flower bed and strummed his strings attentively. He used to be very good at playing the guitar, and he was good at tapping, clapping, and rubbing the strings. Before he was inexplicably blackened by the entire Internet and cursed him to die young and not to taint the world, a guitar could easily ignite the whole audience.
…but what’s the big deal?
The little squirrel in Luo Zhi's mind was very hardworking. It ate up all those vague memories in less than a second.
So he concentrated on strumming his strings.
The warm and cheerful guitar sound mixed with the raindrops, the crackling sound of rain, the rumbling thunder, and a bright white flash of lightning in the gloomy sky.
Then throw all the worries, all the pressure, and all the unhappiness into a brief period of loss of control that everyone tacitly and intentionally indulges in.
Then return to reality with satisfaction and return to your own life.
The little girl was treated by her young parents in a two-pronged way. She was wiped clean of the water she had played with. She was covered with her father's warm coat and poked her head out from her mother's arms: "Where's my big brother?"
People had finished venting their anger and returned to the awning, all wet and disheveled, but everyone still had a relaxed smile on their face.
The younger sister took out some tissues and stood on tiptoe to wipe the water off her brother's head, sticking out her tongue in dissatisfaction while being criticized.
A couple snuggled together, the boy opened his coat and wrapped the girl tightly in it.
The two boys finished their duel and simply stopped waiting for the bus. They each took an umbrella and rode a bicycle in the rain, splashing water everywhere and with their clothes flying high.
The young man who looked like a salesman tore off his tie, stretched himself, took a deep breath, and said to himself: "I will quit my job tomorrow and start a new life."
The mother ruffled her daughter's hair and said tenderly, "Big brother is home."
The little girl blinked and looked around.
The older brother was gone, the guitar and the drawing board were gone, and the cell phone on the tripod was also gone.
…
Luo Zhi watched all the videos carefully.
He couldn't hear the sound, so he kept scrolling the progress bar and carefully identified what everyone was saying based on their lip shapes.
The video ends abruptly with a face that appears too close to the camera.
There were two girls he didn't know, looking at him with complicated expressions, that expression was enough to bring him back to reality in just one second.
He stopped playing the guitar.
"Luo Zhi?" His name was called out, "You are that Luo Zhi, right?"
…
Luo Zhi opened the video editing software, carefully dragged the timeline, and deleted the last part.
He bent his fingers, tapped his temples lightly, found the squirrel and asked it to eat his memory.
In this kind of situation that is called out subjectively, the squirrel's appetite is generally not very good, and the food that was eaten still has a vague outline. It takes a while of deliberately not thinking about it to completely forget it.
So Luo Zhi can still remember what happened at that time.
This kind of thing actually happens quite often.
Huaisheng Entertainment issued a statement that due to the extremely serious nature of the incident involving Mr. Li Weiming, the board of directors has removed Luo Zhi from his position as general manager.
This result was quite harsh, but it barely satisfied Li Weiming's fans, who also accepted Li Weiming's decision to let bygones be bygones and still be willing to cooperate with Huaisheng Entertainment again.
Huaisheng Entertainment returned the favor by investing a large amount of traffic and resources in Li Weiming.
So Li Weiming is really popular these days. He is so popular that his advertising billboards can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys. He is so popular that a group of young girls stay up late at night just to give a thumbs up to one of his new albums.
It is so popular that even if Luo Zhi walks on the street, she can be easily recognized as the "bastard former general manager of the company who once humiliated and suppressed Li Weiming."
I don't know if it was intentional or coincidence, but the new drama that Li Weiming was starring in was a workplace drama, in which there was a general manager who relied on his wealth and power to do all kinds of evil things and insulted and made things difficult for Li Weiming's character in every way.
The show is well-made and immersive. After only three episodes, fans are already hooked and madly in love with the show.
So naturally, this hatred was vented on Luo Zhi.
Two girls stood in front of Luo Zhi.
They were well-mannered and didn't do anything extreme like the fans of Li Weiming that Luo Zhi had occasionally met before. They just hesitated to speak and finally looked away with disdain.
Perhaps because Luo Zhi was soaked to the skin, and looked very thin and pale, there was some pity in his gaze, as if he was looking at a stray dog dying on the side of the road.
"You look quite pitiful."
One of them said, "If you had known it would be like this, why did you do that in the first place?"
"What's the point of telling him all this?" another girl scolded. "When people are in glory, they are unscrupulous and can do anything disgusting. They will only regret it when they are down and out and kicked to the side of the road... Leave him alone and let's go."
The girl sighed and handed the umbrella to her companion. She took out some money and handed it to him: "Go buy some food. Don't do bad things in the future. There will be retribution for what you have done."
Luo Zhi slowly figured out what they were saying, turned off the video function on her phone, and typed on the memo.
He was no longer able to use words smoothly. He revised a sentence over and over again for a long time before it finally became smooth: [I have never done anything bad. ]
The girl who handed him the money frowned.
Another girl couldn't help herself and started to talk: "Okay, so you are still stubborn now! You are just stubborn... What kind of person is this! It's so irritating, go away quickly, it's bad luck..."
As she spoke, she pulled her companion away.
This time, the companion's gaze turned cold, probably because he felt that his kindness was ridiculous. He took the money and left without looking back.
Luo Zhi also lowered his eyes, packed up his things, slowly stood up and left.
He was just explaining Luo Zhi of yesterday. Until the day he collapses completely and this body is empty, he will give an explanation every time he is misunderstood.
It doesn't matter if no one believes it, he can't just do nothing.
Luo Zhi carried his guitar and drawing board on his back, held his wet cell phone, wiped his face, and walked into the rain that covered the sky and the ground.
…
Then what?
Luo Zhi pondered and tapped his forehead lightly twice.
His memory stopped here, which meant that he didn't walk very far before he fell into the state of hitting his elbow against the cabinet again.
This kind of situation would be very troublesome if it happened outside. He had to get back to the hotel as soon as possible before he completely lost consciousness, or find an empty alley to faint, otherwise passers-by would be scared and call the police or an ambulance.
Although he didn't know why, the Luo family had also started looking for him recently.
Luo Zhi was almost discovered several times, and only managed to escape in time relying on the instinct in her memory. If she had contacted the police or the hospital, the news would have been notified to her family.
Therefore, Luo Zhi often carries a bottle of high-proof, low-quality liquor with him. When he realizes that he is about to give up, he pours the liquor on himself so that people can smell the alcohol and know that he is a drunk who has fallen asleep on the side of the road, and there is no need to worry about him.
...Did he accidentally drink the wine this time?
Drown your sorrows in alcohol?
Luo Zhi laughed at his own assumption. He really couldn't find any clues to refer to from the video, so he had to put away his phone and move himself down from the bed little by little.
When his bare feet stepped on the soft carpet, Luo Zhi realized that this was not the hotel he had booked.
In order to avoid having his identity information checked, Luo Zhi had always chosen unlicensed black hotels in alleys that were not so strict. They could barely meet his living needs, but the conditions were far from comfortable.
Even though the room he was in now was just an ordinary king-size bed room, its specifications were quite high, at least four and a half to five stars. The remaining half star was usually determined by whether there was a gym, an outdoor swimming pool and a buffet.
Luo Zhi was used to staying in this kind of hotel.
It’s just that he didn’t use the Luo family’s money. He had never used the Luo family’s money.
Luo Zhi has submitted comics, worked as a game player, written songs for others, and helped record harmonies and accompaniment in a recording studio... In short, he can earn some money by doing anything.
Luo Zhi never saved the money she earned. She spent whatever she earned, and gave the extra money to buy gifts for Aunt Ren, her younger sister, her family, and Brother Chen Bai.
Aunt Ren was very happy to receive the gift. She hugged him and praised him endlessly. But at the end, she looked a little worried and poked his head gently: "Little Flame, don't you want to save some money?"
Luo Zhi thought about it seriously and said: "If the things you want to buy are too expensive, just save them."
Aunt Ren was speechless: "We are not talking about this...what are you going to do in the future?"
When she asked this question, Aunt Ren had already been diagnosed with a disease that would make it difficult for her to live much longer.
But she herself didn't take it seriously at all, and even told Xiao Luozhi that she felt the most important thing in life was to live to make herself happy, rather than trying hard to live longer. If one day there is only pain and torture, it is better to be a hero again in twenty years.
Aunt Ren was not worried about the illness, but she seemed to know something about the Luo family and was always worried about Luo Zhi.
Later, Luo Zhi seemed to have picked up a random topic and changed the conversation.
Although his memory had begun to blur and become confused, he lay on the bed and thought slowly, as if he had never answered any of Aunt Ren's questions about the "future".
…
Since when did he stop wanting to think about the future?
Luo Zhi thought about this for a while during his brief lucid moment, and then he forgot what he was thinking. But at least he remembered that he appeared in an unfamiliar four-and-a-half to five-star hotel, so he still took some time to slowly stand up.
There was no sign of anyone else in the room.
His guitar and drawing board were neatly placed on the sofa. His clothes and shoes were on the other side, and seemed to have been washed, dried, and neatly folded. There was also a painting next to them.
When she saw the painting, some fragments of Luo Zhi's vague memory popped up again.
...Strictly speaking, that painting can no longer be called a painting.
Being stopped by the two girls who suddenly appeared, the most beautiful moment of the painting was delayed.
Because of the delay, the paint on the painting was completely washed away by the rain, leaving only pale white traces. Later, even that little trace completely dissolved, slowly blending into the scattered water marks and disappearing without a trace.
In the end, only some very faint water marks remained on the picture.
It was like a person drowning silently in the water, disappearing completely, with only a few ripples remaining.
Luo Zhi recognized her own words among the ripples.
[I have never done anything bad. ]
In fact, he couldn't write very well anymore. At some point when he was dazed and sitting on the ground, he took out a paintbrush without even realizing it and traced the shapes of the words on the memo on his phone, bit by bit.
He sat in the pouring rain that almost drowned everything, painting stroke by stroke. He was very focused and even immersed in the painting, thinking that he was a great artist.
After finishing the last stroke, Luo Zhi added the finishing touch and ended the painting with satisfaction.
He found himself with an audience.
An unfamiliar figure holding an umbrella was standing in the rain, looking at him. It seemed that he had been standing there for a while.
Luo Zhi hadn't spoken for a long time, but he had just spilled a lot of wine on himself. The wine was diluted by the rain, but it seemed to flow into his skin, making him feel a little dizzy.
Luo Zhi raised her head and curled her eyes skillfully: "Are you here to scold me?"
The voice that had not been used for a long time made a strange and hoarse sound, like the roughest rust under the scorching sun being rubbed with the fingertips, leaving behind a little bit of heat and blood.
The person opposite seemed stunned and shook his head.
Luo Zhi was a little surprised. He tilted his head and thought for a while: "Come to catch me?"
This time the person opposite half squatted down. Luo Zhi didn't know if it was an illusion, but through the rain curtain, the other party seemed to frown.
...It seems neither.
So.
"So."
Luo Zhi raised the drawing board and handed him the crooked words in the ripples: "Sir, would you like to buy a painting?"
He smiled so sweetly and beautifully. Luo Zhi certainly knew how to smile best. He was an experienced little liar.
He successfully deceived Aunt Ren and made her believe that he would grow up well, live to be eighty years old, and have a bright future.
He has done nothing bad.
Luo Zhi looked at the line of words that were about to be watered by the rain. He cherished them and protected the period that was the finishing touch.
"The price is very expensive. You have to say 'hmm' to show that you believe it."
Luo Zhi tilted her head back and narrowed her eyes in the overwhelming rain.
He took off his guitar magnanimously and pushed all his belongings over to him: "Just say 'hmm', and then they'll all be yours."
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