Chapter Fifteen Another Dream

  （1）

  Waking up, it was already afternoon. Ge Tianyu covered his eyes with his hand, not wanting to see any light. It seemed that he had taken too much sleeping pills, usually waking up at dawn, but today he slept until the afternoon.

  It's true, if she had taken a bit more of the medicine, she would have been able to escape.

  My gaze stopped on the cheap electronic watch on my wrist, wondering when I bought this watch. After thinking for a while, I finally came to a conclusion - I couldn't remember.

  It seems that she has become somewhat forgetful. However, those things are of no consequence. Having lived in this world for many years, she has gotten what she was supposed to get and lost what she wasn't supposed to lose. People always live and despair like this, and she is no exception, perhaps even more so, to the point where she no longer has any expectations for this world.

  Over the years, there seemed to have been a man named Yu Jing by her side, but now she can't even recall his appearance or any stories between them. It's as if memory has erased him, leaving only a name without any other traces. She's always been puzzled, and every time she thinks of Yu Jing, her heart involuntarily twitches slightly, yet she can't remember anything. This situation seems to have started at some point, but she has no impression of when it began - it feels like it was a long time ago, yet also as if it just started today.

  Looking around the room, the large bedroom with a sunny window, is about thirty square meters. On the windowsill are several pots of green plants, climbing high on the trellis in the pot. Ge Tianyu furrowed his brow, these few pots of plants seemed to have been raised for a long time, but when were they raised? After thinking for a while, he also came to the conclusion that he didn't remember.

  Other things were like that too. She remembered that she had bought those things herself or they were given by her mother, but when was it? No impression at all.

  Such a blank and desperate life makes her sometimes doubt everything around her, existing so blandly, yet unable to give her any memories or feelings, as if eating air with chopsticks at the dinner table wouldn't add any sense of existence to her stomach.

  Maybe she was too sensitive, or maybe she had forgotten something important. But what exactly? She thought hard again and came to the same conclusion - she really couldn't remember.

  （2）

  Everyone outside the door was quietly watching her, but didn't make much noise, just whispering and writing something. She couldn't hear clearly, as she got older, even her ears weren't good anymore. She wanted to call them in, but couldn't remember their names, it seemed like they were familiar, yet seemed like she had never seen them before. This was really strange.

  A little girl walked in with a cup, glanced at her timidly and then put the cup down.

  "You drink it quickly," said the little girl.

  She looked at the cup strangely, as if she had some impression. But what was in the cup couldn't be remembered. She pointed to the cup, "What's the use of me drinking this?"

  The little girl looked frightened, "That thing you drink every day..."

  It's something I drink every day, but why did I start drinking it and when did I start?

  "I don't remember." She pushed it away, "You take it out."

  The little girl took the cup out again, and the murmurs outside the door started again, annoying her. She opened the door but there was no one there, they all hid very quickly. However, she knew that once she went back, those people would return to the door and stare at her, whispering.

  It's a foggy day, hazy and indistinct, unable to see the sun, just like a scene in a dream.

  In her dream. She became confused again, when had she seen such a scene in her dreams? It seemed not, but why did she feel so familiar, feeling that the current scene was like it appeared in her dreams.

  The scenes that appeared in her dreams, all the things she had no memory of, alone with herself.

  She tilted her head.

  （3）

  Those people are very irresponsible, the calendar in the house is always turned wrong, the days go by one day at a time, but the dates turn forward one day at a time. She carefully counted the number of pages on the calendar, it seemed like a long time had passed, but how many years was that? Or maybe just a few days?

  In such a life, she always has an impulse to leave, and she doesn't think this is the world where she used to live. Although it's not bad to continue such days, but at times when memories are erased and everyone is peeping at her with ill intentions, there really will be such feelings - but leaving, how to leave?

  On TV was a foreign movie, she narrowed her slightly nearsighted eyes, and in the lower left corner was the name of the movie.

  Inception

  Oh, she's seen this movie before. But when did she watch it? It doesn't matter, she can't remember anyway, her memory is all gone, what else can she do?

  The beautiful heroine sat on the windowsill, which was a very high floor, and should be dizzy when looking down. She stared intently at the heroine sitting there with her eyes closed, reciting: You are waiting for a train, this train will take you far away, you know where you want to go but are not sure where the train is heading, but it doesn't matter, because we will be together. Then fell.

  Could it be that I can leave like this?

  "Go out for a walk." The little girl came in and still looked timid, "You've been staying in the house for too long."

  It's really been a long time, and this time she surprisingly didn't get it wrong.

  For the first time, I took a closer look at this girl. She was slender and pale with little blood color on her face. "Have I seen you before?" she asked.

  "We've met before." The girl smiled lightly, "You just don't remember."

  Don't you remember?

  "You need to take good care of yourself, and you will remember." The girl said. "I'll always help you."

  She tilted her head again.