After the World of Conan is Full of Bad Luck - Chapter 111

    I was stunned on the spot, and even the movement of getting out of bed froze, how could this be? Was all that before me just dreaming? ?

    My daughter seemed to see that something was wrong with me. She raised her head and asked, “Mom, are you not feeling well? Do I need to call 120? Do you want to inform Dad?”

     

    “Mom, are you really all right?”

    My mind was in chaos, I didn’t know what was wrong with myself, or even how to answer my daughter’s question.

    No, it can’t be like this, I am Yuyue’s mother, how can I show such a state in front of the child.

    After taking a deep breath, I said, “It’s okay, Mom just had a dream, you don’t need to go to the hospital, and you don’t need to inform Dad.”

    Yueyue stared at me very closely, her black and white eyes did not blink, “Really? Mom, your heart is beating fast now, are you really all right?”

    I put my daughter down and patted her messy curly hair, “It’s alright, Mommy put your hair up for you.”

    “Okay.” She nodded obediently.

    Seeing that the other party didn’t say that he wanted to eat first, I felt relieved, it was okay, okay, it was different from before, it was really just a dream.

    After washing, I took out the hot sandwich from the microwave and fresh milk from the refrigerator.

    In that very realistic dream, I did not prepare fresh milk for my daughter, this time I don’t know if it was intentional or not, I did something different from the dream.

    “Mom, the milk is not hot, I don’t want to drink it.”

    The daughter touched the side of the glass and pushed the milk aside.

    I bit my lower lip and nodded, allowing her to do it.

    The breakfast proceeded in silence, I lowered my eyebrows and was absent-minded.

    “Mom, don’t you really need to go to the hospital? It doesn’t look like you are feeling well.”

    I tried my best to suppress the complicated thoughts in my heart that I didn’t know where they came from, “It’s alright, eat quickly, Uncle Hagihara and Uncle Zhufu will bring Takagi and Date to pick you up. “

    The daughter put down her knife and fork and asked seriously, “Mom, I didn’t tell you that Takagi and Ida were going together, how did you know?”

     

    “Ah, is that so? I guess.” I responded mechanically to my daughter’s question.

    Only I know how flustered I am, I didn’t even hear the doorbell ring.

    It was my daughter who opened the door and let a group of people in, and I realized it.

    “Uncle Hagihara, I may not be able to go to the tropical paradise.” Yuzuki raised her head and explained to the tall young man in a childish tone.

    It’s just a dream, why should I care so much.

    “What’s wrong?”

    “Mom, she doesn’t seem to be feeling well.”

    When I heard my daughter’s words, I walked up to her and bowed slightly to my husband’s friend, “It’s alright, it’s just a nightmare, I’ll trouble you to take care of Yuyue today.”

    “What does it matter, taking Suyue out to play actually saves us a lot of peace of mind, anyway, we have to bring these two stinky boys together, Xiao Suyue speaks more than them We are much more effective.” He opened his lips, said the same words, and then urged: “If you are really uncomfortable, remember to ask Xiao Zhenping to take you to the hospital, you used to be so brave, you can do everything by yourself. Carry.”

    I kept a polite smile and nodded, my past? Because of the accident, I don’t know the past very well, only a vague idea.

    I have always thought that as long as I am happy now, the past is not important, and I have never delved into those vague memories.

    The daughter finally chose the overalls to go out, and the reason given is the same as in the dream.

    Can such a clear dream really be called a dream?

    After sending them off, I sat in the restaurant in silence by myself, completely unable to bring up any feeling of living in the two-person world.

    What happened?

    Is something wrong with my brain? Or is there something wrong with the world?

    Looking down, I saw the silver diamond ring on my ring finger, and I always felt that it seemed more gorgeous than I remembered.

    I remember it used to be a little more plain.

      Even the senses and memory are starting to dull?

    I closed the door, took off my shirt, brushed my hair, and saw the same red marks in the dream on my shoulders and neck in the mirror.

    The ripples in my heart are getting bigger and bigger.

    This time, I didn’t have the energy to put on makeup, but I still chose the dress in my dream, and then sat in the restaurant silently waiting for Jinping to come back.

    The panic was growing like weeds. I pinned my hopes on Zhenping, and hoped that my husband who had been married to me for six years would tell me what was going on with this apparent panic.

    Like the last straw caught by the drowning person, I desperately need him to show up by my side and tell me that everything is a nightmare for me.

    The sound of the car entering the garage sounded on time, and Jin Ping came in wearing a familiar black suit.

    I stood near the entrance and said with a smile, “Welcome back.”

    He put his arms around my shoulders and kissed my forehead, as usual, no difference, and then he said: “I’m going to change my clothes, go out to eat for a while, and then go to the beach in the afternoon to watch the sunset? I booked a restaurant nearby and it was very good.”

    I hear something shattering.

    My eyes were also a little out of focus, and I nodded in a trance, “Okay, I’ll wait for you.”

    I don’t know what’s broken.

    But I just think I may never go back.

    No sign, no reason, I feel like my happiness is gone.

    He seemed to see that I was not feeling well, and pressed his forehead against mine, forcing me to look at him, “What’s the matter? I don’t feel like I’m feeling well, are you not sleeping?”

    “No, I just had a bad dream.”

    No, that dream was very good, very perfect, very happy.

    “So I’m a little tired when I wake up, but I’m fine now, let’s change clothes!”

    I want him to tell me what’s wrong, but I don’t want him to tell me.

    Zhengping nodded, believed what I said, released me and went to the bedroom to change clothes.

    Maybe, maybe, I just had a precognition dream?

    The warm sunlight outside the window hit me, warm, as if I was paralyzing myself.

    But after a while, he came out of the room. It seemed that he was relying on a good foundation, and he was not picky about what he wore, but no matter how picky he was, he could not be the same as the black suit before. Well.

    I urged him to change into the outfit I asked him to change into in my dream.

    This time we were not busy until noon before going out. I suggested to him that since it was still early, we should go to other places.

    “Where do you want to go?”

    “Go near the police academy? Since you are dressed so young today, you want to go to the place of young people.”

    Zhen Ping took my shoulders and couldn’t help laughing lowly. He loves me very much, and basically he will not refuse my request.

    This time is no exception.

    However, I never mentioned it to him, wanting to restore my old memory, wanting to understand my vague past and so on.

    Is he worried about me? Or afraid of being rejected by him? Or what?

    I don’t know, maybe I don’t want to know.

    Wouldn’t it be nice to be happy now? Why do we have to know the past? People can’t change the past, why do they have to know how troublesome the past is?

    It always pops into my head every time I wonder about the past.

    “Well, if and Zhenping were students of the same class, wouldn’t we have met earlier?”

    Looking at the streets where young people come and go near the police school on the day off, I couldn’t help expressing this emotion.

    Although I don’t remember what happened before, but my husband and I are 5 years apart, so we can’t be the same class.

    Jianping was stunned for a moment, then said after a while, “Yes, in that case, I will definitely propose to you as soon as I graduate.”

    “Huh?? That’s too early.”

     I blinked, bit the straw and looked at each other.

     

    His nostalgic eyes fell on me, “No, I don’t feel early at all.”

    “No, I refuse, I don’t want to be a waste of rice bugs.” I retorted my husband’s words, “I always have to work, I’m thinking about whether to go back to work, the child of Yuyue It’s too reassuring, and you don’t need to worry about it at all, it’s going to get moldy at home every day.”

    “Go back, do you want to be a policeman?”

    “Well, can’t you?”

    “No, why did you suddenly think so?”

    “Because it’s so boring at home.”

    “I plan to apply for a ten-day paid vacation to travel during the summer vacation. How about you do a travel strategy during this time, so that you can do something?”

    Zhenping asked me in a negotiating tone.

    I put down the drink in my hand, “Okay, but after the tour, Zhenping, what are you worried about?”

    “I’m worried about you leaving me.”

    I was stunned, “I’m just going to work.”

    Zhenping is too insecure, how could this be? Am I being too stereotyped about men and women?

    Zhen Ping held my face and looked a little worried.

    He said very seriously: “I don’t want to lose you again.”

    Sure enough, something happened in the past, such as the accident that made my memory blurry, the reason why he was so worried about gain and loss must have something to do with that.

    I don’t know why, but now I’m interested in those lost memories. Originally, I was just following the crowd, trying to figure out what happened to the broken feeling in his eyes.

    I nodded and added: “Okay, I know, Dad.”

    The next thing is almost exactly the same as in that dream, we dance in the sunset and evening wind, and then go home to pick up Yuzuki.

    Daughter is still expressing her own “two-person world” theory, this time I asked: “Really? That mother left you at Takagi’s house, Yuzuki.”

    The husband was stunned, and the daughter was a little stunned.

    But Yuzuki quickly responded, “Okay.”

    “But, Yuyue, don’t you even dislike your father with sand on him? Don’t you want him to hug you? Is it really okay to spend the night at someone else’s house?” I squatted down, and my daughter Looking flat.

     

    “Okay, stop teasing her. Go home.” The husband stood up and broke the stalemate.

    I squinted and smiled, agreeing with him.

    Walking home under the moonlight, and then lying in the arms of the array, I couldn’t sleep.

    Will tomorrow come? I have no idea.

    After almost a night of sleeplessness, I finally couldn’t meet my physical needs in the early morning. I slept for a while, and when I opened my eyes, my husband who was supposed to be in bed on the rest day was no longer there.

    I looked up at the clock on the wall, it’s 7:55, will my daughter call me in 5 minutes?

    As expected, five minutes later, my daughter pushed open the door, but when she saw me getting up, she was obviously a little stunned.

    “Mom, you’re up already.”

    “Well, Dad is on a half-day shift today, right?”

    “Well, that’s right.”

    “So, I’ll put the sandwich on the table after it’s warmed up for a while, can you have breakfast by yourself?”

    “Okay, mom, what are you looking for?” The daughter asked with her head tilted.

    I was rummaging through the folders, “I’m looking for something very important.”

    About my case, my past, everything, I am now desperate to know what this cycle is about.

    I also want to know what happened to the memories I discarded.

    My daughter nodded thoughtfully and stood silently watching me.

    However, the result is a blank, obviously a major accident that made me lose my memory, but there is no case, which is too strange.

    “Juyue, let’s eat first.”

    This time, I also warmed the milk and handed it to her.

    My daughter sat silently at the table eating a sandwich, and I frowned.

    “Mom, what’s wrong with you? I’m not feeling well. After a while, Uncle Hagihara said that he would take me to the tropical paradise, or I won’t go there? Do you need me to call Dad?”

    I looked at her, hesitated for a few seconds and said, “Mom is really not feeling well, why don’t we go to the amusement park together tomorrow?”

    “Well, yes.”

    So I called my husband’s friends so that they don’t have to come to pick up the month.

    Change the direction of major events to try to escape the cycle.

    This is the only way I can think of.

    I want to check the information on the Internet. After all, it is a major accident, so there must be news reports.

    I enter my name: Chiyuki Matsuda.

    The search results were also blank.

    Where is the problem?

    I rubbed my eyebrows, and suddenly thought of the crux of the problem. The accident happened before marriage. At that time, I hadn’t married Zhenping and didn’t change my surname.

    I should have entered my first name without changing my last name.

    However, when I put my hands on the keyboard, I can’t remember what my old name was.

    “Mom, what’s the matter with you?” Her daughter’s tender voice sounded in her ears.

    I asked with a dazed expression, “Yueyue, do you know your mother’s previous name?”

    “Mom, why do you want to know this?”

    Yeah, why would I want to know this?

    Does it matter before marriage? Does it matter?

    The sound of the car entering the warehouse sounded, and the formation came back.

    “Yuzuki, didn’t you go to the amusement park today?”

    “No, my mother is not feeling well, so I stay home with my mother.”

    The sound of footsteps approaching gradually, “Qianxue, what’s wrong with you? Are you going to the hospital?”

    I stood up, walked out of the study, looked at his anxious face and asked, “Zhenping, do you remember what my previous name was?”

    My voice is calmer than I would have expected myself.

    He stood there, standing with his daughter and looking at me.

    It is only a few steps away, but it seems to be separated by a gap.

    I was holding on to the door frame, but I felt dizzy, my body softened, and I passed out. I saw his anxious expression in the dimness.

    Do I love him?

    Love, love.

    Does he love me?

    Love, love.

    Am I happy now?

    Happy.

    But what if this happiness is false? Is it a delusion?

    Should I choose to keep sinking, or just tear it apart?

    “Wake up, Mom, wake up.”

    I opened my eyes and saw my daughter’s small face.

    I asked, “What time is it?”

    “At 8:05, it’s been five minutes since I called Mom, and Dad asked me to call you up at eight.”

    Ah, that’s the answer again.

    How many times is this looping? tenth time? The twentieth time?

    Never get to tomorrow’s cycle.

    I can’t remember how many times.

    I buried my face in my hands and asked the question again: “Yuzuki, do you know your mother’s previous name?”

    In the past cycle, as long as I asked this question, I would faint directly due to force majeure.

    This time, not.

    The daughter blinked her black and white eyes and said, “Mom, do you really want to know?”

    I nodded.

    “Even if you lose everything now? Even if you never see Matsuda Jinhei again? Even if all your happiness is fake?”

    My daughter, Matsuda Yuzuki, is not like a six-year-old child, she is always unusually mature.

    I have always been troubled by how my husband and I raised such a child.

    Now, I understand, because she is me, absolutely sane.

    “Think about it, what the **** is your name? Matsuda Jinping is coming back soon. Once he comes back, you will fall into a coma again.”

    I hold my head in pain, what is it called?

    What is my name?

    Blackpool? Yuki? Chitanda? Suzuki? Hashimoto?

    What is my name?

    Yuki Kurosawa? Yuuki Yuki? Chitanda Yuki?

     

    It hurts, it hurts.

    Where are you?

    What should I do?

    The sound of the car entering the garage, then the sound of his approaching footsteps.

    I knelt on the ground, clutching at my chest, feeling hard to breathe.

    He took two steps and put me in his arms, I finally seemed to be able to breathe, and I could see his anxious face in the tears.

    Yuyue was behind him, staring at me blankly, and gesturing: Name.

    In tears, I said softly, “Zhenping, what is my name?”

    “Do you want to leave me again?”

    I shook my head, “No, no, not to leave you, but to leave me!”

    Can’t remember, continue to sink in this false happiness, I will never find him.

     

    My name is Chiyuki Amamiya.

    There is a person who has been in love for a long time called Matsuda Jinping.

    We are not married and have no daughters.

    All of this is false.

    It is a trap given by the will of the world.

    Everything turns black and white at this moment, and time stands still.

     

    Yuyuki looked at her, squinting and smiling.

    Amamiya Qianxue patted her messy curly hair, and a huge flow of information was transmitted from the palm of her hand.

    She understood everything, and the hourglass’ last defense mechanism protected her before she fell into the sea, freezing her time at the moment of being shot.

    It also gave her a chance to survive.

    Thanks to the rampage of [Absolute Doom], the Saiki brothers finally determined her whereabouts.

   

    If she sinks, she will be wiped out.

    Sober up, and the young tamers can bring her back to the original world.

    Can’t waste the opportunity that her baby taming gave her, she must wake up.

    In this frozen black and white, Amamiya Qianxue took a deep breath and strode open the door.

    Multicolored colors mixed into her tearful eyes.