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When Qi Mu took the change from the waiter, he casually asked, "Did Miss Wu come today?"

"Yes, I still haven't seen her today." After the waiter finished speaking, he immediately regretted his overly sure tone, and in order to be cautious, he quickly added, "Uh, there are too many guests, sometimes I can't take care of her." , it will be clearer if you ask the boss.”

"Well, thank you." Qi Mu stuffed the banknotes into his wallet, picked up the handbag beside him and stood up, nodded his thanks to the waiter, then turned and walked towards the store door.

Questions that the waiter wasn't sure about, she wasn't sure about herself.

Didn't see it, or, no?

The moment the glass door was pushed open, the noise flooded over like a tide. Looking around, there was a lot of traffic and people, and it was hard to distinguish north from south and east from east.

Until now, Qi Mu still can't remember the location of his home. The city is too big, and the roads are like spider webs, criss-crossing and dangerous.

The exaggerated sense of unease does not stem from a wild imagination. If she had been a child, she might have happily assumed herself into various roles, including imagining herself as a blind and reckless flying insect.But in fact, she wished to have such a leisurely mood to dream about, because she is a person without memory.

My father said, forget it and forget it. There is nothing wrong with it. People who are forgetful are happier.

She couldn't agree with such a statement, and found out the cause of the injury thoroughly. It turned out to be the most common car accident. She fell into a coma, was admitted to the hospital, and woke up as if she had been brainwashed.

I can't remember anything, even why the five earrings on the left ear turned out to be a watery red color that I don't like, the fire pattern tattooed on the inside of the left foot is so unpleasant, and the lock locked deep in the drawer. Her tarot cards were so dilapidated that she couldn't help but feel unspeakable sadness, and so on, no matter who she was talking about, she didn't know what to ask.

Father said: You never want me to interfere in anything, well, we haven't spoken much since your mother died.

Friends say: Do you have tattoos?Where are the tattoos?How did I never know?As for the ear piercing, I also asked about it at the time, but you never answered.

She hates that she doesn't have the habit of keeping a diary, and that she can't find the past in the fastest and easiest way. She can only look through every photo album at home, click on every email in the mailbox, and search all the corners of the room that may hide secrets , so cautious that even he felt that he was too hot and possessed, but he got nothing.

Reason has reassured her more than once, just let nature take its course, the memory will not disappear out of thin air, it just settles to the bottom of the subconscious, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, you can recall it effortlessly.

Compared with insisting on waking up the sleeping self and maintaining the tense state of being chased by ferocious beasts all the time, Qi Mu is actually more willing to let it go, to let it go, and to be freed from the oppressive emotions that are on the verge of breaking out.

But no.

No one threatened her with a gun that she must find out the past within the set time, but the sense of urgency for no reason made her out of breath, and even almost went crazy.

Her father and friends, all the people around her who really cared about her physical condition, the doctor who ordered her to check up every week, and the nurses who took care of her during her stay in the hospital all expressed their comfort.

"Don't worry, take your time, it will be better to relax a little."

Of course she knew that it would be better to relax, but the problem was that her body, her nerves, and her brain were completely out of her control, like a wild horse that had run loose, crazy, hysterical, and dangerous.

Her intuition told her that something important had been buried deep in her heart along with her forgotten past—there was no time to waste, and she had to find it and grab it as soon as possible.

Like a stubborn beast, unwillingly running around the cage until exhausted, Qi Mu finally felt physically and mentally exhausted, and she gave up playing with the tarot cards that would make her inexplicably uncomfortable , anyway, it's just worse.She knew that it wouldn't be long, as long as this state continued, she would definitely collapse.

However, she saw a line of blurred text on the edge of the box of the deck of tarot cards.

——Give it to your favorite Mumu.

The gap was opened, and the willows and flowers were bright, and finally a ray of light shot into the black hole of despair.

Caressing the line of familiar small script, the emotions are no longer unreliable, and some specious thoughts gradually become true.

Sleep is no longer dark, sometimes it is singing, sometimes it is laughter, the same soft and sweet.When she woke up, she tried hard to recall the dream, and in addition to remembering the gentle voice, she also faintly remembered the sweet fragrance mixed with fruit flavor.

A cake shop and a girl who loves to laugh.

She finally knew which direction to look for. Although there might be deviations, it was better than standing still.

She couldn't remember her name, so she named her Miss Wuyou, Wuyou, nothing, nothing, maybe she was just a fictional character when she collapsed, and could never exist.

She told the owner of each cake shop that the sweet tooth girl who frequents here is my friend, if she comes again, please tell her that I am looking for her.

Qi Mu had received countless calls from strange girls, and those cake shop owners almost regarded the regular customers they thought were the people she was looking for, and gave away her mobile phone number without hesitation.

Expected again and again, disappointed again and again.

Every time he walked out of the cake shop, Qi Mu's heart was equally heavy.

Walking slowly to the end of the street, several clothing stores on the side of the road are engaged in promotional activities, and the big POP poster title on the window: shop transfer, clearance sale.

A sudden thought flashed through Qi Mu's mind, and she walked into the shop.

"Miss, all the clothes in this store are only [-]% off, please take a look."

"I want to find your boss."

"Hey, ah...what's the matter?"

Qi Mu raised his finger and pointed to the poster posted on the window, and smiled slightly at the salesperson: "I want to talk to your boss about the transfer of the store."

Maybe it was the day before, maybe the day after, a certain clothing store on the street changed its signboard quietly at some point, and pedestrians didn't notice until they passed by the store door and smelled a sweet smell wafting from it. It has been turned into a bakery.

"Senior, it's a new store. I haven't been there before. Why don't you go in and have a seat?"

"I went there last time. The boss is a beautiful woman. Her voice is as sweet as a cake. Hey, I still have her phone number."

"Getting a chat? It's unbelievable with the appearance of a senior."

"Tch, that's because you have a problem with your aesthetics. However, I didn't strike up a conversation. The business card is placed on the counter and you can take it away at will. I heard that the beautiful boss opened the shop to wait for someone to show up."

"Boyfriend? Then you're out of the game."

"none of your business!"

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A new hole has been opened, please support me a lot~

Before I wrote about modern times, I wrote about ancient times, then I wrote about modern times, and then I wrote about ancient times again, so it was my turn to write about modern times again.The only emotion is, why do I want to write about ancient times when I write about modern times, and why do I want to write about modern times when I write about ancient times...

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