As for what happened to Chen Yu's father later, she didn't say it again, and I didn't ask again.

This is actually a kind of tacit understanding that I and her have formed over the past six years. She always wants to speak but stops, and she speaks plausiblely. Today is the day she talks the most.

Her fault in speaking half of her words is often criticized as being arrogant, withdrawn, and unsociable, but I understand that she does not do it intentionally most of the time.

First of all, she is not a person who likes to open up to others. She is not talkative and not good at socializing. Today, when I heard about her father's things, I feel that her personality is actually quite similar to her father.

Furthermore, she was too clear and thought too quickly, and she had the "superpower" of "logical singularity" before, so when others were still thinking hard about the causes of stage A, she had already jumped to stage F.

A high-level master cannot explain to low-level players how to pass a certain level, because their foundations are different, and the methods used are also different.

Moreover, most importantly, this explanation will waste the master's time - he would rather carry you directly to the next level than spend this time explaining to you.

For smart people, time cost is very important. Sometimes the time that one person thinks is useless and can pass it at will may be the treasure that another person cherishes the most.

So, over the years, I have already figured out her pulse.

I listen to what she wants to say to me; I don’t ask what she doesn’t want to say to me.

I will answer any questions she asks me; and I will ask her what I want to know, but if she doesn't answer, I won't ask.

This is probably the key reason why she has no friends but has been with me for so long.

We drove down the mountain and finally caught the last high-speed train back to Weiyang. She said so much today and was probably exhausted. As soon as she got on the train, she leaned against her seat and closed her eyes and fell asleep.

I took out my laptop from my backpack, and I suddenly had the idea of ​​writing recently.

Yes, my mind was like a hard drive for surveillance video, filled with everything I had seen and heard, and even the grass and trees in the scene of the incident, and the characters' every move, without any leakage.

But Chen Yu's experience reminded me that if this "video recorder memory" is a superpower brought by the black ship, will I lose this ability like Chen Yu in a certain year, month and day?

If that were the case, will my experience, all the time and stories I spent with her, be slowly forgotten by me, will I be covered with new memories as the years pass, and in the end it will only become some short fragments and blurry images in my mind?

However, I don’t want to forget every little detail, every little action, every frown, smile, and word.

So I think I want to try to start recording some things, especially to write down the experiences during this period one by one. The human brain has a lifespan, but the words are relatively eternal. Even if there are any mistakes in the future, I can use these typing words to trace these joys, anger, sorrow, and joy to recall these joys, sorrows and separations.

I was typing with emotion, and Chen Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

"What are you doing?" She tilted her head to look at me.

"Write...write the article." I quickly closed the laptop and stammered.

I suddenly thought of my cousin Yan Wu. I don’t know how his detective novel is written. I am exhausted recently. Otherwise, I must pay attention to his online articles and correct his thinking by the way - don’t be too erroneous, don’t involve everything on Chen Yu. Otherwise, if she really discovers it, the consequences...

"I suddenly thought of something just now." Chen Yu said - it turned out that she had not fallen asleep, she was just pretending to sleep.

"ah?"

"Which age was you when you saw the black ship?"

"Eleven."

"It's summer?" she asked again.

"Yes, what's wrong with the summer vacation?" I asked.

"Do you still remember what day it was?"

"This..." I recalled it hard, but I really couldn't remember it.

Although I have a good memory, I only remember what I see and hear. My child keeps playing every day during the summer vacation, so who cares about time? Perhaps the only thing I can remember is the holiday and the two days of school.

"Then what month it was? July or August?" she asked impatiently.

"August, early August." I remembered one thing. My neighbor's family was a military martyr. A few days before he went to Zhulong River, the town cadres came to their house for condolences on the August 1st Army Day - they sent a bucket of soybean oil and a portrait of the leader.

"How many years are you older than me?" Chen Yu's thinking was jumping again.

"Two years old."

"So, when you were eleven, I was exactly nine. You saw the black ship in early August, and I..."

I sat up straight: "You mean, we might have witnessed the black ship on the same day?"

Chen Yu nodded: "I went home and I specially flipped through the calendar. It was August 5th."

My heart trembled for a moment. In this way, it could be the same day.

"You said that there was heavy rain in Baota Village in those days, right? We can ask Lin Ying to check the weather in those days and then judge whether it was the same day."

"It's very likely, and, when I saw the black ship, it was in the afternoon, and you were the same - is it possible that we saw the same ship, which was first in Xuanwu Mountain, then in Zhulong River, or in the opposite order?" I said.

"Yes, yes!" Chen Yu said with a little blame, "Why haven't I realized this for so many years? I always see other things clearly, but every time I think of the black ship, I immediately blurred it, and I have no confidence to think thoroughly at all."

Her words reminded me, and I remembered something.

"Do you still remember me as a video recorder?" I said, "Anything I can remember everything clearly, as long as I encounter it."

"That's right."

"But there is one thing that I can't remember even if I try my best to remember. That is the true face of the woman in red on the black ship at that time.

"Until now, as long as I close my eyes, the fluttering appearance of her red clothes is lifelike. Even the wrinkles of her dress and even the patterns on the red gauze can appear in front of her instantly. But only her face seems to be covered in a gray mist forever."

"It's like a layer of mosaic was put on the video?"

"Yes," I said, "But whenever I recall it, I always feel that this woman was once very familiar with her."

"Once upon a time? But you were only eleven years old at that time. Have you ever seen a woman with similar figures before?"

"No," I shook my head and said, "In my impression, I never seemed to have left Baota Village before I went to junior high school, nor did I see such a beautiful woman.

"Of course, I didn't know when I was held in my arms by my parents, but at that time, it was even more impossible for me to have any memories of women."
Chapter completed!