"You... You... Are so helpless... Go to the meeting......... How...... Are you... Cured...... Fat Master, I...... If it doesn't work..." The fat man giggled as if he was about to turn into a blood corpse.
How was it cured? Oh, how was it cured? "Mengyouping, how do you think it was cured? This was cured by you before you lost your memory." I smiled and shook my finger in front of him. "It will help you regain your memory if you think about it."
Menyouping turned around and stared at the fat man, "I remember this." After losing his memory, he still cherished words like gold. I was sighing, but I didn't realize that something was wrong.
I'll go, eh? Why? No, didn't this guy have amnesia? I just thought about it and I went to press something.
Jie Yuhua said, you and him will never end. He forgets, looks for you, remembers and forgets again. You suffer, you are found, you are happy, you suffer again. You two should bury yourselves in a big hole, otherwise it will never end.
I don't know how to answer, but the other person who can answer is in the distance, looking for the way to the end, again.
Pingxie, a short story.
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