[He remembers the right way, he remembers the right truth, but what remains in his memory in the end is all wrong.]
As far as I can remember, Joshua has always been a bad-tempered person.
I teased him when we first met, and when we got along in the village, I didn't have a good face. I always stood on the side with a cold face.
If you want to evaluate it objectively, he is a person with a slightly bad personality.
But this person with a slightly bad personality happened to be the one who was destined.
So everything seems to be right here.
It's like some kind of natural complement, like the seriousness of the father and the tenderness of the mother in childhood, the good temper of the brave meets this cold face, it seems to be complementary to the destiny to a certain extent.
And in the "should" that I heard since I was a child, there was originally a person who met destiny should insist, and should be more tolerant of family members.
So he thought that he would be the one who tolerates and takes care of each other.
But when the memory comes back, all cognition is shattered.
Like a flake of ice falling on the ground, it shattered into countless small pieces, dazzled for a while when it was clear and clear, and disappeared under the scorching sun, never to be seen again.
After the brave man woke up from the dream, he felt that something transparent cracked, and there was nothing in front of him, but it rang in his ears very clearly, and then cracked into his heart.
Then, in the constant cracking sound, facing the drifting dead leaves in front of him, he actually felt that the sound was very similar to the sound of water.
Continuous, inseparable, constantly ringing in my ears.
From many years ago to now. Sometimes it seems to disappear, but it's always there.
…
A long time ago, he stayed at home when he was very young. His father occasionally went out and bought medicine, while his mother stayed at home and was always gloomy. if.
Then, at the request of his mother, he took her depressed and depressed to participate in the game, and acted as a knight to protect her in the role-playing game.
In the questioning after his father came back, he was asked after a long silence: "Then be a little knight to protect your mother."
So he did so on command.
And after the last role-playing game, when my mother seemed happy because of the game, I took my mother to hide and seek.
The mother is still as engaged, and continues to be a little bit happier because she is involved in the game.
But after she put it in, the box she found was too small to accommodate her alone.
He climbed up a nearby tree just after being pushed away. In the dense foliage, I saw my mother get up and leave, as if to quickly find other hiding spots.
Then, after the game was over, he found his mother along the memory and traces, and ran over happily.
Sitting behind the stone by the river, my mother stared at him in a trance for a while, and was very engaged in the game: "...how did you find me...? I was found...?"
She spoke softly and stood there.
He nodded.
Mother jumped into the water.
The water is not big, but it quickly swept away people after the undercurrent.
Then she was found after hiding, lying on the bed with her eyes closed, sleeping forever. Still so gentle.
As usual, or when he was found, he spoke.
The sound of water is clear and swaying from the past to the present.
In the sound of water, it seems that some kind of right and wrong are intertwined. Light and darkness gradually melted away, the boundaries between right and wrong began to blur, and the front and the back seemed not to be the opposite.
- I found my mother.
- I exposed the Demon Lord.
As "should" he did the right thing.
But the ending was all wrong.
-so…
He is on the road.
But in the blur, it's just on the road.
You can't find where you're going, and you shouldn't go back to where you were.
Then on the road, just walking, I have a path in my heart, and I thought I could go.
But now whether the destination can be found, it has become uncertain.
In the slow uncertainty, I slowly heard the voice in my heart, and I heard pieces that were broken and entwined like water, freezing in the sun.
In the icy cold, he accidentally bumped into Merlin and the others.
The thief's jumping briskly slowed down the moment he saw him.
He stood there, listening to the memory.
— "I really think you're missing something or adding something to your mind. Do you want to see a doctor, Lord Brave?"
- "So, where did you get the courage to run around without even recognizing the road, and say you want to 'save me'?"
- "There seems to be something wrong with his brain, and his memory doesn't seem right. Can this be checked out and treated?"
— "Just an ordinary person who sympathizes with the sympathetic Owen who has all kinds of problems in his head. Not a friend or relative."
- "Don't you think there is something wrong with my hand?"
- "I am the Demon King."
Joshua is the devil Francis, that's a fact.
But in my memory, the lies every day, the place to live every day, the medicines I take every day or when I go to the doctor, the occasional soft voice every day, the words I say when weaving dreams every day, every day The look he used to have when the occasional headache gave him the past, every day when he was nervously preventing other people from shattering their dreams, every day, every day...
Also a fact.
Everything seems to be very calm, light, light, like a breeze and snow, slowly falling down, and quietly melting in the palm of your hand.
- Until the day you leaned on me, we left in the forest, then a heavy rain, the next day, I forgot everything and woke up from a dream from someone else's words, and you exposed your existence after that.
You made me believe in myself when I was scared, and I tugged on your sleeve. Then you blame me for being a little silly, and say there:
"I'll explain it to you tomorrow. Go to bed first."
I forgot everything the next day as usual and started all over again.
Then it seems like a strange circle suddenly appears, confusing people, and finally the same way.
— I met the doctor after knowing the time and accidentally threw the tragic ending out.
You blushed when I went in to explain your intentions or promise, and you didn't refuse my approach after that.
Well... except the neck.
The next day, I forget another yesterday.
On the third day, I saw the word "take medicine", you thought about it and kissed me.
The fourth day, the fifth day...
In the twist and turn of the strange circle, a twisted truth was pieced together.
He told the truth.
Then a fire.
Those notes with little secrets were burned to the point of nothingness, and disappeared in the past along with many ruins.
Only a piece of inseparable ashes remained.
and an error that has already appeared.
He stopped on the road in that mistake, nodded to Merlin, and left.
After the thief stopped, he looked at the shadows.
Then the sky was fine, the others were fine, and everything was fine.
- Just, I miss you a little.
In the cracked voice in my heart, some scattered voices kept ringing in the broken memory.
The author has something to say:
This chapter... I thought it would be a little healing[
Thank you to the little angel who voted for the king or irrigated the nutrient solution for me~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the [hand grenade]: 1 boy in the hoodie;
Thanks to the little angel who cast [landmine]: 1 Yao Ye;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!