69novels Chapter 234 Your name
Chapter 234 Your name
December 12st was Shi Qiu’s birthday and also the first day he met Tutu the dog.
It was a beautiful day, so even Shi Qiu, who didn't remember much, could remember everything that happened that day clearly.
So when he realized what Tutu said, he realized that Tutu's situation was not just a simple emotional decline.
He first smiled and put the matter of the photo aside without leaving a trace, and tentatively asked about Aledo and his own God of Fire Kagura, the sacrificial dance of life.
As expected, Tutu Dog had no impression and was just silent and confused.
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The Bubble Squirrel was very fast, and soon many of his elf friends followed him here.
Tutu glanced at them briefly and returned his gaze to the diary in his hand.
"Oh yes, the diary..."
Shi Qiu remembered this important item that had seemed a little strange before but had been ignored by him.
"Tutu Dog, can you let me see what you have in your hand?"
Tutu Dog subconsciously took the notebook closer to his arms.
Then he thought about it again and handed over the notebook.
The moment Shi Qiu saw the specific appearance of the diary, his heart sank to the bottom.
In the diary, the paper that was condensed by energy and used as a carrier was left with only a lonely, yellowed piece of paper.
The handwriting is blurred, and the words "December 12, sunny" can be vaguely seen on the first line.
Is it because I only kept the diary page of December 12st that I have the memory of this day?
In fact, it's not.
Shi Qiu keenly noticed from Tutu's dog eyes that he actually had no memory of that day.
The reason I know this is that I have copied it down countless times according to the handwriting at the beginning of a new day.
But without memory, it's like watching a movie, you only know it but can't feel it.
And Tutu Dog doesn't even think about why he has no memory of this day.
This page of energy paper was forcibly pulled out from the vortex called oblivion by Tutu Dog.
Just like when the simulator was first delivered, Tutu Dog at this moment was completely blank.
Many scenes flashed before Shi Qiu's eyes.
Tutu's barely perceptible smile in the photo taken on the day we first met;
After performing the life sacrifice dance on stage, tears welled up in the corners of Tutu’s eyes;
Explore the c-8 mountain range, Tutu's god-like paintbrush;
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The scene in front of me gradually became hazy.
"(Shi Qiu.)"
Tutu Dog's voice was very far away. Shi Qiu looked through the mist and saw a hint of familiar confusion flash across Tutu Dog's beautiful eyes.
"(Why... are you crying?)"
Involuntarily, he used the paintbrush to gently wipe away the boy's tears that were about to fall. His movements were very familiar, as if he had done it countless times.
After they were done, both the man and the elf were slightly stunned.
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Memory is fragmentary and emotion is absent.
Of everything that happened before, it seems that only this diary is left.
Shi Qiu thanked the strange young painter softly.
Looking at the piece of paper in my hand, countless times of tracing have made the paper no longer neat, but full of mess.
He gathered his thoughts and tried to discern the vague handwriting of the elven language.
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“On February 12, the weather was fine.
Met a companion.
It was said that today was his birthday, so he treated me to a delicious meal.
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The new companion has many problems.
He asked me what I was drawing.
I am very confused. What else can I draw besides drawing a "picture"?
He asked me again whether the platoon was opposed to fighting.
I don't know, I don't feel it.
It should be “not exclusive”.
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It's so strange, picking up the paintbrush comes naturally, but when I start painting, I can't seem to draw anything.
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New companions are there.
The young man was leisurely kicking the water on the beach barefoot under the setting sun.
The paintbrush will be soaked by the humid water vapor at the seaside, and the soft sand will be left with deep and shallow marks.
I vaguely saw the young man smiling in the evening breeze.
Unconsciously, a water mark appeared on the blank drawing paper.
Curved, like a trace in the sand.
That's called, footprints?
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At night, the new companions enjoyed the party among many elves.
Bonfire and bright moon, the tranquility is broken by the bustle.
Shi Qiu said that this feeling is called 'Summer Festival'.
It's really strange, today is clearly December 12st, how can it be a 'summer' festival?
And why is there such a "feeling" that is given this nonsensical name.
Do not understand.
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There was noise and bustle in the distance. I stood aside and saw the boy gathered in the center, smiling at Rotom's camera.
It was so innocent and unrestrained that even with just one glance, I could remember it so clearly.
New companions are welcome.
Seeing this scene, something strange emerged in my heart.
What it is, I don't know.
It was very hard for me to think about it, so I stopped thinking about it.
When I subconsciously picked up the paintbrush, the boy named Shi Qiu grabbed my arm.
Such a strong presence.
I have never felt so clearly what the words "time and autumn" mean to me at this moment.
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I looked at Rotom's funny winks and fancy shots, and felt the boy's naughty hands on my head, and I couldn't help but laugh.
Shi Qiu, I think I will always remember this name."
-- "Tutu's Big Diary"