It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

Everyone: "..."

After reading so many stories, nothing can stir their hearts anymore.

Liu Qingyao sighed, "When will someone be so generous as to give me an island?"

Bertrand said without hesitation: "Why don't you think about whether you are still alive?"

Liu Qingyao: “…”

Hit by success.

【…

Although my husband specifically told me not to disturb him, it was impossible not to be worried after not seeing him come out for such a long time.

After hesitating for a moment, Christie finally arrived in front of the platinum-colored building.

Standing in front of the prosperous and retro door, Christie put her hand on the door, paused for a few seconds, and then pushed the door open.

But when he saw the situation inside the house clearly, he was stunned.

Countless balls of light of varying sizes floated in the air, and every five seconds a tiny clicking sound was heard.

It was very similar to the sound he had heard long ago but was denied by his husband.

Christie's eyes involuntarily focused on the ball of light closest to her.

That is……

memory.

It is a complete memory that belongs to the gentleman.

Click.

With a light fluttering sound, Christie saw the ball of memory light shatter into mist-like powder, with no chance of ever coming together again.

The golden mist floated back into the body of the gentleman standing in the middle of the empty room.

Then there was another slight clicking sound.

But the white figure was like a sculpture, with its bottomless eyes drooping, not moved by the memory light balls, and seemed not to notice Christie's appearance.

Christie didn't know how long she stood at the door.

He watched as countless balls of memory shattered, and then watched as the light golden mist returned to Mr.'s body.

A complete ball of light represents a complete memory. Once it is broken, it means that the memory is also broken into powder.

But they still returned to the minds of their owners.

The gentleman remembered some things in bits and pieces, but was unable to piece them together completely. Also, because there was too much memory powder, even if he remembered some of them, they would be wrong.

So it became normal for him to pronounce the wrong name or sentence in front of the right person or thing.

The light balls disappeared one by one.

Until the last ball of light was still floating.

The ball of light cracked with a crack, and did not turn into powder directly like the other balls of light.

The gentleman's eyelashes moved slightly, but then fell silent again in an instant, as if it was just Christie's illusion.

Christie stared at the last ball of light, and then froze in shock.

That small ball of light records his memories.

Although it is not much, it is enough for the gentleman to remember him.

"I will remember you and your name."

The lazy words at the beginning have now become concrete.

Christie's fingertips hanging at her side moved slightly.

The cracks on the ball of light were gradually repairing, but a larger and more obvious crack appeared again in the next second, and then it was repaired again, and then the crack appeared again and repaired again, and this repeated many times.

Finally, the ball of light seemed to compromise, trembled slightly, and then returned to the gentleman's body in its original form.

Christie stared silently at the still motionless gentleman.

For Sir, remembering a person comes at a price...

When the sun in the sky turned into the moon at night, the white sculpture finally regained a bit of vitality.

The gentleman's eyelashes moved, and he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Christie at the door. A light flashed in his dark eyes, like a child who had just woken up and finally woke up.

He blinked, "Christy, what is it that brought you to me?"

Christie was silent for a long time before she shook her head, "...It's okay."

The gentleman looked at him for a moment, his tone lacking any emotion, "You saw it, so should I clear your memory, erase your memory, or remove your memory?"

"These three options sound somewhat different, but in fact there is no difference, sir." Christie forced a smile at the corner of her mouth.

The gentleman looked at him dimly.

Both parties were silent for a while, and Christie said softly: "Actually, you don't need to remember me, sir."

He saw that the sir's life span was not limited by numbers, while the Celitians could only live for three thousand years at most.

Correct.

Until now, he has successfully lived for three thousand years.

The gentleman looked at him quietly, nodded after a few seconds, and replied, "Okay, then I won't try so hard to lock the memory next time."

Christie suddenly felt a little amused, but her expression changed the next second because her husband stumbled.

The gentleman reached out to hold the small round stone table next to him in time, raised his other hand to knock on his head, and sat down on the table without changing his expression.

Then he looked up at Christie who was walking towards him subconsciously, and his eyes swept across the restrained worry on his face.

He waved at him, "Come closer."

Christy walked up to him.

The gentleman didn't look up, but just said casually: "Kneel down for a moment."

Christie: “?”

He didn't understand, and after thinking for a full second, he knelt down on one knee helplessly, slightly raised his head and looked at the gentleman who was glancing down at him.

His expression was not as lazy and casual as usual, but extremely calm and indifferent, with only a hint of compassion in the depths of his eyes.

——Like God.

But when he spoke, there was still a hint of indifference in his tone.

"Do you believe me?" he asked in a low voice.

"I believe it." Christie said slowly but without any hesitation.

"Will you give me anything I want?" he asked again.

"Yes." Christie answered truthfully.

"I want all your faith."

He spoke softly.

"it is good."

He looked down at him silently, as if examining him.

After a while, he held out his hand to him.

Christie's hand involuntarily rose and rested on it, and she felt her cheek being gently held by another hand. The white hair hung in front of her eyes, slightly blocking her vision.

God leaned down and kissed the forehead of the only believer He recognized.

Just touch and leave.

Christie's eyes were blank for a moment, and she vaguely heard a few whispers coming from above her head.

He couldn't hear or understand what the other person said, but he could feel a warm breath in his body.

Time was silent for a moment.

Christie came back to her senses and looked at her husband in surprise, "Sir? What did you do?"

The gentleman glanced at him casually and said, "God blesses His believers and gives them more vitality."

Christie: “…Why?”

The gentleman patted his head gently and said casually: "Not many people ask me to remember him directly, and you happen to be the only one."

He thought about it.

He encountered many creatures whose attitudes were almost identical in their memories of him.

"Why can't you remember me?" - This is a cry of grievance.

"I wish you could remember me, sir." - This is expectation and hope.

Maybe it's because of his identity, or maybe it's because he is too far away, so no one would take it for granted and ask him to remember anyone.

Christie was indeed the only one he had ever met.

Celitia - a race closest to God.

The gentleman smiled inwardly.

"And...you promised to help me manage my habitat."

Christie: “…”

"Also," the gentleman looked down at Christie with a half-smile, "because you broke in here without my permission, I will punish you by making my habitat more beautiful immediately. I want to see the changes when I come back."

"Of course, this time is the same. You are not allowed to step into this place until I appear in front of you."

Christie then noticed that a layer of white clay gradually appeared on the gentleman's body, eventually covering him completely and turning him into a real sculpture.

He still maintained the posture of extending his hand, his eyelashes slightly drooped, but his half-exposed eyes revealed a divinity that was awe-inspiring and could not be desecrated.

Christie slowly stood up, her hand still resting on the gentleman's palm. A faint smile curved up the corner of his mouth, and he replied softly, "Okay."

Then, he quietly exited the building.

The gate separates the inside from the outside.

Thus, a forbidden area appeared that no one was allowed to approach.

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