Teacher Ai's Strange Record

There was once a man who had known another man for many years. I remember his face, his voice, the grooves in the corners of his eyes when he laughed. I remember them all very well. Then one day, the man changed his appearance, voice, and temperament. Leave only the name. He said: This is not him. No one believed it. What others remember is what is in front of them. And the one he remembered was completely gone. There were no bodies, no relics, no one felt that anyone was missing. Because this is who they recognized from the beginning. He stood there, even suspecting that he was crazy. But he clearly remembered that face, that voice, and those lines. He pulled out an old photo—it was the face in front of him. He dug out the old letterhead - the handwriting in front of him was on the letter. He asked everyone, and everyone smiled and said: You remembered wrong, he has always been like this. Then one day, he found that he was also changing. He looked in the mirror and felt that his face was strange. When he spoke, his voice seemed to be lower. He became afraid. He was afraid that he would become another person and no one would find out - because everyone would say: He has always been like this. Then he shut his mouth. Occasionally, when he looked at the person who replaced his friend, he felt a sense of sourness in his heart. But he said no more. Like everyone else, he smiled, raised his glass, and shouted the name. Only when he woke up at night would he touch his face. He wanted to know if he was still himself.