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Chapter 970: Memories

Just as they were heading home after a day of outings, they ran into a family of three: a couple with a boy. The boy was almost a head shorter than Nan Gushu and looked to be about the same age as Song Zhishu.

The first thing Nan Yuan saw was Song Zhishu, who was so exquisitely beautiful that even her hair was adorned with gold and jade. After staring at her for three seconds, her view was blocked by a lean yet powerful body.

His gaze shifted upwards, and he recognized Nan Gushu. Excitedly, he grabbed the men and women on either side of him and shouted, "It's that motherless one!"

Song Zhishu clearly saw Nan Gushu's back, which no longer appeared fragile, tremble violently.

Nan Feng lifted his eyelids to look over, glanced at Nan Gushu suspiciously, and asked uncertainly, "...Nan Gushu?"

Nan Gu Shumo.

Nanfeng's attitude gradually shifted from suspicion to anger. His face turned ashen, and he gritted his teeth as he cursed, "You motherless bastard, what disgusting things are you doing outside instead of working a proper job! Get out of my way! Let me see what kind of slut you've found..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Zhishu shoved Nan Gushu aside, took three steps forward and slapped Nan Feng six times, the last slap knocking the frail man to the ground.

The woman beside her and Nan Yuan were dumbfounded and had no time to stop her. Before they could react, Song Zhishu slapped Nan Yuan twice more. She shook her hands and complained, "It hurts so much!"

The two men were given a lesson like this. When they came to their senses, they were furious and about to start cursing when the woman screamed and asked in a flustered and obsequious manner, "Miss Song... Miss Song... are you Miss Song?"

The two men choked, staring in shock at the beautiful girl. They stood up timidly, their faces plastered with hurried, ingratiating smiles: "Miss Song...?"

Song Zhishu didn't respond. Nan Gushu walked over and silently wiped each of her fingers clean.

The three men's expressions gradually turned ugly, but they dared not show their dissatisfaction and could only force a smile.

The most shameless one started by fawningly asking, "Haha... When did Miss Song start playing with Gu Shu? This kid didn't tell us... Actually, Xiao Yuan is very similar to Gu Shu. If there's time, Gu Shu could take him to play with Miss Song..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Nan Feng subtly winked at Nan Gushu, urging him to say a few kind words. Nan Gushu remained silent, his lips pressed together, showing no reaction.

Nan Yuan completely forgot about the two slaps he had just received. His face flushed, he secretly glanced at the legendary beauty, too embarrassed to utter a single word.

Song Zhishu found his words disgusting and slapped these bastards eight times, leaving her feeling exhausted. She waited for Nan Gushu to deal with these scumbags for her, but he never showed up.

She had a bad temper and quickly lost her patience. She frowned and looked over, only to see the young man standing there alone, silent.

Seeing that she didn't speak, the woman became anxious and hurriedly tried to sell him with a smile: "Miss Song... our Xiaoyuan is really well-behaved. He has been kind since he was a child, his grades are excellent, and he can talk well. He is no less capable than Nan Gushu..."

Song Zhishu was annoyed and didn't reply. She looked at Nan Gushu, who was unusually silent not far away, with a half-smile and asked, "Nan Gushu, what do you think?"

The youth was like a hazy, silent mountain; after a long silence, he gently parted his lips.

"...As long as Miss is happy."

The moment the last word fell, Song Zhishu stopped laughing and stared at him with her dark eyes.

Seeing an opportunity, the woman was overjoyed and hurriedly added, "Miss Song... how about letting Xiao Yuan play with you now? Our Xiao Yuan..." Song Zhishu got angry, snatched her bag from Nan Gushu's hand, grabbed the rope and threw it at her, saying fiercely, "Is he a gigolo?! Are you trying to sell your father?"

The woman was stunned by the blow and stood there dumbfounded.

Song Zhishu quickly turned around, slapped Nan Gushu again, and left without looking back, stepping away in her high heels, leaving a mess on the ground.

Nan Gushu's head was knocked to one side, and his slightly long hair covered his eyes, so the overwhelming dark mist inside did not evaporate from his eye sockets, but continued to roar wildly in his eyes.

So many emotions were churning inside, but one lingering confusion remained—had he angered the young lady?

Did I really make him angry?

Nan Gushu didn't even want to pay attention to these three bastards anymore; he just wanted to follow them and take the bag from Song Zhishu's hand.

After all, the young lady was so pampered that she had never even carried her own bag.

Song Zhishu didn't know why she was so angry; she was so angry that she almost lost her mind.

It was because Nan Gushu didn't deal with these people for her immediately, because he couldn't see that she disliked that bastard Xiaoyuan, and because he didn't take a tough stance against him in that situation.

Yes, for the first time, Nan Gushu completely failed in his duties.

However, there were also some inexplicable feelings that kept making her heart swell and ache.

They then went through a period of cold war.

Of course, it was initiated unilaterally by Song Zhishu.

She wouldn't eat the breakfast Nan Gushu prepared; he would no longer be taken to school by her; and Song Zhishu wouldn't touch any of the things he bought without her permission, even if it was for her health.

Nan Gushu didn't react much, and he still smiled every time he looked at her, which made Song Zhishu increasingly frustrated.

One afternoon, while tending to the flowers and plants in the garden, she mentioned to Xiaoyu, "Tomorrow, settle Nan Gushu's salary and make him leave. I don't like him around anymore."

Xiaoyu agreed, but Song Zhishu wasn't in the mood. She withdrew her hand and turned around to go back to her room when she saw Nan Gushu at the door.

He stopped smiling, his face turned gloomy, and he leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on her, which made her feel a little uneasy.

That night, he knocked on her door.

He said some incomprehensible things to her, which Song Zhishu couldn't understand at all. She only remembered that at the end, the young man seemed unable to support himself and bent over, burying his face weakly in her neck. Large tears soaked her pajamas, and his voice, hoarse and choked with sobs, was like a thin veil: "Miss...please...don't send me away...I won't make the same mistake again...If I make a mistake again, you can cut out my tongue, and I won't say anything wrong again..."

He is essentially rational and indifferent.

But when a situation arose that might take away his space next to her, he lost his mind. His mind was in complete chaos, he had no room to think, and could only manage to utter that one sentence with difficulty.

Having walked the path of hatred for so long, he is still a toddler when it comes to love.

Nan Gushu remained.

He accompanied her for a very long time. When Song Zhishu was in her twenties, she became even more playful. She loved to stir up trouble, but there was always someone behind her to clean up the mess.

However, by then Nan Gushu had already achieved great success, and his reputation was even greater than that of Song Zhishu.

After all, he single-handedly led humanity into the holographic era.

Partnering with the Song family was the most ambitious decision he ever made, which made his and the Song family's positions as unshakeable as towering trees.

But the older he got, the more humble the love that grew within him became.

He watched her goofy figure as she played, swallowing back the confession that was on the tip of his tongue time and time again. He, who was usually so eloquent, was so tongue-tied that the confession he had prepared for twelve years ultimately vanished into the wind.

Later, Song Zhishu met a man, and the two seemed to hit it off immediately, getting along very well. In at least a decade of knowing each other, Nan Gushu had never seen Song Zhishu so compatible with any other man.

Jealousy consumed him, and Nan Gushu felt he was going mad. All she ever saw in him was her back, nothing but her silhouette.

He suddenly had a ridiculous idea.

What if he could create a world?

Let them be a world where they are a match made in heaven.

He created a system in the shortest amount of time, inputting and recreating the worldviews of the novels that Song Zhishu had sent him when she was young; he worked day and night to create a data entity similar to Song Zhishu, so that whenever he saw her in different worlds, he would fall in love at first sight and regain his memories.

He wants to immerse himself forever in this data universe tailored just for the two of them; they will love each other forever.

Before venturing into the world, Nan Gushu contacted Song Zhishu.

He mustered his courage and gave it a try.

He asked her if she could come to his house; he had something he wanted to say to her.

Song Zhishu refused, saying she had to go see someone else.

Nan Gushu's last hope was extinguished. He smiled and said okay, hung up the phone, then lay down calmly on the machine, put on the equipment, and closed his eyes with a smile.

So no one could see the tears in the corners of his eyes.

After buying the flowers, Song Zhishu went to Nan Gushu's house but didn't see him. Without thinking, she went to the laboratory and witnessed this scene.

She frowned, a surge of panic welling up inside her, and stepped inside. "Nan Gushu? You…"

Nan Gushu suddenly opened his eyes and looked over. It was too late. The program he had set up had already launched an attack on Song Zhishu's mental body. By the time he stumbled to hug her, it was too late.

He couldn't understand why fate would play such a cruel trick on him.

His hands trembled as he transferred all his energy to her, but most of his energy was stored within this system.

He had no other choice but to place her on the machine, and with his last breath, he and she both fell into unconsciousness.

He didn't know what awaited them.

If possible—please let them fall in love again.

……

Nan Gushu opened her eyes.

He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and looked out the window at the vast fields of sunflowers, which he and his wife had planted one by one.

His father-in-law was coming to their house this afternoon. He had never been afraid of anyone in his life, but this father-in-law, who had almost killed him after he and his Ah-Shu woke up from the system, was someone he was genuinely afraid of.

Song Zhishu was still half asleep and rolled into his arms.

Nan Gushu smiled, lay down again, hugged her tightly, and closed his eyes.

fine--

if it is real.