I listened to my sister's words today.

The old man looked up at the sky and saw that it was gradually getting dark. He then looked at the child who looked bored.

Thinking in his heart, he decided to go home. So he said, "Pack up your things and go home."

As soon as these words came out, Father Yun knew that the job of cleaning up fell on him.

The old man took the child's hand, chatted with the child as he walked, and walked slowly towards the parking lot.

Yun's father was busy in the back, packing up blankets, snack bags, and folding chairs one by one, for fear of missing anything.

Father Yun moved quickly and soon caught up with the two people in front of him, carrying a full bag of things and looking a little embarrassed.

After walking for about twenty minutes, they finally returned to the car.

"Get in the car."

The car door slammed shut, and just as Yun Yiru was adjusting her seat belt, she suddenly felt a vibration in her pocket.

I subconsciously took out my cell phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. I frowned slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, she picked up the phone.

As soon as the call was connected, an angry male voice came from the other end.

The tone was aggressive: "Hey! What do you mean? Are you not going to withdraw the complaint?!"

This sudden questioning startled Yun Yiru. Then, the other party gritted his teeth and said, "I'm telling you, I can find out your identity information! If you don't revoke it..."

Yun Yiruo's hand holding the phone tightened involuntarily, and her mind went blank.

Complain? Withdraw? When did she ever do such a thing?

However, the other party's tone was so aggressive that it seemed as if it would burst out of the phone at any time.

Yun Yiruo calmed down and said quickly: "Sorry, did you dial the wrong number?"

Although the voice was not loud, it was polite and distant.

The person on the other end obviously didn't expect her to be so calm. After being stunned for half a second, the other end of the phone suddenly fell silent.

Yun Yiruo took the opportunity to decisively hang up the phone, let out a long breath, and put the phone back in his pocket.

Although Yun's father could only hear what was said intermittently, he could vaguely guess that something was wrong from Yun Yiruo's slightly frowned brow and the way she hung up the phone.

He was just about to speak: "Do you want me to answer the phone and see?"

Before he could finish his words, Yun Yiruo had already hung up the phone and smiled at him: "It's okay, it must be a wrong number."

Father Yun looked at the child's relaxed expression and didn't say much.

I just muttered to myself: "In this world, even strange phone calls are so scary."

But along the way, Yun Yiruo's thoughts seemed to be tightly entangled by something, like a spider web, the more she struggled, the deeper she got stuck.

She looked at the scenery passing by outside the car window, and what caught her eye was a hazy field.

Images seemed to flash through my mind, and those images were like reflections on a mirror after rain, appearing and disappearing.

The car was silent, with only the low hum of the engine echoing in my ears.

Father Yun glanced at him, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes, but he didn't ask any more questions.

Patting the child's shoulder gently, his tone was gentle but contained a hint of awakening: "Now that we're home, what are you thinking about?"

Yun Yiru finally came to his senses, was stunned for a moment, and glanced blankly at the car in front that was gradually stopping.

"Huh? Nothing..."

He murmured a response and raised his hand to rub his forehead, as if to dispel the fog that was lingering in his mind.

"Just...thinking about something."

He followed Yun's father out of the car slowly. As soon as his feet touched the ground, his eyes fell on Luo's mother who was at the door.

Luo's mother had already been standing there, slightly bent over, with her arms outstretched, revealing her usual gentle smile.

"Hey, you're back!"

Luo's mother walked quickly forward, her face full of joy.

She lowered her head and looked at Yun Yiru carefully, as if she was looking at a child she hadn't seen for a long time.

Suddenly he stretched out his hand and picked up Yun Yiru.

"What are you thinking about? I saw you walking here so distracted that you didn't even hear me calling you."

Luo's mother patted Yun Yiru's back gently, with a hint of joking in her tone, but also with unconcealable concern.

The moment Yun Yiru was hugged, she felt dazed, and the familiar fragrance of Luo's mother lingered on her nose, as if it was a mixture of the sweet-scented osmanthus in the garden and the hot porridge just out of the pot in the kitchen.

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes wandering: "I...I don't know, I just feel like my mind is in a mess, like I'm trying to remember something, but when I think about it carefully, there's nothing."

After hearing this, Luo's mother's smile faded a little, her brows slightly furrowed, and her tone softened a bit: "It's okay, don't worry."

As for people, sometimes the more you want to remember something, the harder it is to remember it."

"Wait a minute, maybe it will come out on its own."

The old man stood aside and said: "Go in first, don't stand outside in the wind."

Yun Yiruo followed behind Luo's mother and walked into the door slowly.

Yun Yiruo sat silently on the sofa, rubbing her knees with her hands, her eyes fixed on the base of the small table lamp on the coffee table in the living room.

"Yiruo, what are you daydreaming about?" Luo's mother came over with a bowl of hot longan and red date soup, bringing her back to reality from her trance.

Yun Yiruo forced a smile and took the bowl with both hands: "Thank you, Auntie."

Luo's mother sat down beside her and looked at her softly: "Can you tell me what's on your mind?"

Yun Yiru lowered her head and took a sip of the soup. The sweet and warm taste spread in her mouth, but it could not fill the emptiness in her heart.

She hesitated for a moment, raised her head, and asked in a low voice, "Some things clearly happened, but then I seemed to have forgotten them?"

Luo's mother was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Of course there are. In one's lifetime, there are only so many things that one can remember, and there are even more that one forgets."

Yun Yiruo listened, feeling even more confused: "But...what if the thing I forgot is important?"

"Like, like... like someone."

Luo's mother did not answer immediately this time. Instead, she pondered for a while before slowly saying, "If it is really important, then he will definitely do it at some point."

"Somewhere, it will appear before you again. It may just take a little time."

These words sounded like a gentle comfort, but they made Yun Yiru's heart ache even more.

She lowered her head and said nothing more. Luo's mother did not ask any more questions. She patted her shoulder and got up to do other things.

Yun Yiruo sat alone on the sofa, holding the empty bowl of soup in her hand, her thoughts drifting away again.

The blurry image in my mind gradually became clearer, and the person seemed to be whispering, "Don't forget your true self..."

"do not forget me."

These words were like an echo, hitting her heart hard.

Yun Yiruo's hand shook and the bowl almost fell to the ground.

He quickly steady himself, only to find his palms were covered in cold sweat.

"Who is it?" she murmured, and the spider web in her heart seemed to become tighter.

At this time, the old lady's voice came from the restaurant: "Yiruo, come and have some food, don't just sit there in a daze."

(Thank you all for your gifts and support. I've been busy these days so the updates will be late, but they won't stop.)

(After reading everyone's comments, I modified the outline a lot and cut a lot of the plot. I will skip the Yun family as soon as possible.)