Quick Travel: Card Destroyer

The therapist didn't say anything, but just extended his hand to her, making a silent invitation.

Like a kitten receiving the "handshake" command, Fu Cangzhao obediently placed his right hand on it and watched the palm of her trust close.

The warm feeling enveloped the fingertips of my right hand, dispelling the chill of early spring.

The therapist took her through the streets.

Five years ago, the older sister whose face I could not remember dragged the reckless and stressed-out child around the card city.

Fu Cangzhao blew a puff of white air out through his scarf, and quietly, quietly placed his left hand on the two people's clasped hands.

Five years ago, the elder sister seemed to have forgotten that she was holding a child who had not grown up yet. She walked with such a big stride that the child could not keep up. She subconsciously pulled the elder sister's sleeve with her left hand, causing the child to stagger. The elder sister looked back and found that the child looked tired. She simply picked him up. The child then hugged the elder sister's shoulders and tried to find support with his little head.

How warm.

"We're here." The therapist's call brought her back to reality, and she then realized that she had followed the therapist into a bright and spacious living room.

"What should I do?" Fu Cangzhao looked around the room. It looked like an ordinary living room, and the soft light and tones revealed a bit of homely warmth.

The therapist pointed to the sofa and said, "Lie down in a comfortable position and take a nap."

Fu Cangzhao followed her instructions and half-lay on the soft and comfortable sofa. His head was dizzy and he fell asleep soon.

The strange thing is that this time when I fell asleep, what I saw in front of my eyes was not darkness, but a blurry pure white.

As she walked, she lifted the layers of white gauze. The touch of her hands was ethereal and did not feel like real material.

At the end of the white veil, a little girl in a white lace shirt was sitting at the table with a large unfinished puzzle spread out on the table.

The short dark blue hair that could never be combed neatly, the sparkling black eyes - it was exactly her.

"What are you doing?" Fu Cangzhao asked knowingly.

My sister asked me to do a jigsaw puzzle.

"How long have you been fighting here?"

I do not know.

"Can you finish the spell? Do you need my help?"

My sister said that this puzzle can be put together in any way, and no matter what is put in, it will eventually form a complete picture.

“So just put in the puzzle pieces you like.”

Well. I have been trying for a long time and many times. My sister said that if she didn't come back, I shouldn't put the last piece together.

“What kind of puzzles do you like?”

I like puzzles that are beautiful and warm to the touch, but I don’t like those that are icy and a bit prickly.

"Then let's pick out all the puzzles you like."

Beautiful, warm-to-the-touch puzzle.

Happy memories.

Fu Cangzhao and the little girl searched for the pieces they wanted in the pile of puzzles, piecing them together bit by bit to create a warm-toned picture.

In this happy picture, although the child lost her grandmother who taught her how to make cards and fight, she found a new mother who loved her soon after entering the card city, and the mother and daughter lived an ordinary life. The child would not cry, because her tears could easily destroy the objects around her.

The mother is not perfect, or rather, she is like a novice, and is at a loss when faced with many of the child's new and strange questions. They are all learning, the mother learning how to be a qualified elder, and the child trying to adapt to the life in the card city. The child's five senses are sensitive, and the mother quit smoking for her, and even made a small thing that looks like a walkman by hand. When she puts on the headphones, she doesn't have to be bothered by noisy sounds, and her hearing returns to normal people's level.

Although her mother was not a good cook, she taught her how to cut vegetables and cook, so at least the food was cooked. As for the taste, it was up to the child to figure it out on her own. Gradually, the food on the table changed from takeout to hot meals she cooked herself.

The child didn’t know her mother’s job, let alone what she had to deal with. She wore earplugs for the Walkman her mother made, so she couldn’t hear any unusual noises.

Until one day, her mother suddenly pushed her out of the door anxiously. She was really worried about her mother, so she secretly took off her earplugs.

My mother was fighting with the bad guys, and the sound of her throat being torn could be heard clearly.

She screamed and used all her strength to break open the door, but the assailant was gone, only her mother's body lying in a pool of blood. In desperation, she used an illusion card to fill in the damaged parts of her mother's body, and followed the scent by herself, trying to catch up with the person who hurt her mother...

The disliked puzzle pieces were randomly piled up. The little girl didn't seem willing to pay attention to them, but Fu Cangzhao tried to piece them together into another gray picture.

In this gray picture, the mother locked her beloved daughter in a cell and tortured the poor child every day just to collect the child's strange tears.

One night, the child couldn't bear it anymore and bit her mother's throat. She broke free from the ropes, but couldn't believe that she had hurt her mother so badly, so she made an illusion card for her mother to fill the damaged organ.

She fled from her gloomy home in a panic. The sky was as gloomy as her home. The rain never stopped, soaking her from head to toe. The honking of vehicles was extremely piercing, which undoubtedly added fuel to the fire for the child. She screamed and bumped into the crowd walking with umbrellas. Several kind-hearted people responded quickly and called the public hotline of the Security Bureau. However, it took time for the Security Bureau to dispatch. It took the adults a long time to find the child in the deserted dead end.

At that time, the child found that he had no way to go, and cried helplessly, slamming against the solid wall, leaving bruises all over his body. Tears mixed with rain flowed, with a tendency to tear the surrounding space apart.

A security guard was the first to find the frantic child and held her tightly in his arms.

The child struggled hard, but perhaps the hunger of the past few days had taken away most of her strength, and she was unable to break free from the man's arms. So, she opened her mouth and bit the security guard's hand hard!

A layer of gloves blocked most of the damage, leaving only a circle of shallow teeth marks on the security guard's hand. She patiently stroked the child's wet head, and the child seemed to understand that he was safe now, and the wailing gradually subsided.

She relented and looked back at the armed security personnel with tears in her eyes.

"My sister said that we can only choose one puzzle piece." The child tilted his head and looked at the other gray painting, and said in confusion.

Fu Cangzhao's eyes wandered between the two paintings.

She roughly understood what happened to her five years ago.

Due to some unknown reasons, a set of false memories was implanted in her brain, causing a great impact on her original spirit. In order to comfort her wounded heart and prevent the memory conflict from causing irreversible mental damage, the therapist simply sealed that part of her memories into a "veil". The child in the veil is the embodiment of her memory.

Perhaps because so much time had passed, she could no longer tell which memories were real and which were false.

No matter how these memories are pieced together, as long as she finally finalizes a part of them, those will become her memories, and the half that has not been finalized will completely disappear.