"I believe you should have heard of my experience," Yifan looked at Nangong Yun with a suspicious face and explained, "In fact, in the process of our fight against the emperor, many mages also had the same idea as you, hoping that they could survive the most difficult and desperate period in this way. They entrusted other mages in advance to "take" them out of the timeless plane after completely escaping the emperor or overthrowing the emperor, but the result did not seem to be satisfactory. According to some experiments we have done, after putting the living objects in, all of them are dead, that is, if you go in alive, take you out a hundred years later, and your body can still remain the same as when you go in, but the person is already dead."

Ivan's answer made Nangong Yun's face stiff. Ivan heard her murmuring, "How could this happen..."

"In fact, this result will occur, not surprisingly," said Ivan. "Life is a continuous, never-ending movement, just like an open computer. This computer can be dormant, can be split and repaired, or even restarted, but once it is turned off, it can never be turned on again. Just like a drowning dead man, the physical damage received may be caused by death only because of the lack of oxygen in the brain, but even if there is more oxygen added afterwards, his life cannot be saved. The terminated life can no longer be called life. In the timeless plane, what is terminated is not only time, but also life flowing in time."

After listening to Ivan's explanation, Nangong Yun could only say nothing.

"Of course, even if there is no danger in doing so, I will not allow similar behaviors in the consciousness network," Ivan added. "If everyone escapes reality in this way because of dissatisfaction with reality, it will be a disaster for us individually and for the entire civilization."

This is not difficult to understand. According to the current development speed of the earth, it may take hundreds of years to reach the end. Maybe humans can live forever in hundreds of years. Nangong Yun believes that if this technology really exists, many dying people will definitely use this method to escape the final escape, and even some dead people may choose this method - no one can say whether there will be technology that can bring people back to life in the future.

"Are you here today to tell me this?" Ivan's words made Nangong Yun a little discouraged. He felt like he had been killed by a bone and had no strength anymore. Before this, Nangong Yun had at least a glimmer of hope, but now, what Ivan told her was undoubtedly a sentence of her death sentence.

She tried to resist and forget, but she just couldn't do it. Not only could she not do it, but she became deeper and deeper. In some romance novels, Nangong Yun saw the description of "love is a drug". At that time, she thought it was exaggeration, and she could only taste it herself before she knew that this description was just right. When she tasted it, she felt like she was in a fairyland, but after leaving it, it was painful.

"I know this feeling of being unable to control myself," Yifan looked at Nangong Yun's deep brow and said, "If you want, I can help you."

"Help me?" Nangong Yun glanced at Yifan suspiciously, "How to help?"

"It's very simple," Ivan pointed to himself, "I can help you forget me, of course, provided that you agree to me."

"Forgot you?" Ivan's proposal surprised Nangong Yun, "Can you really do it? You mean, using magic to modify memory? Just like deleting software on a computer?"

"Well, in principle, this is almost the case. Do you know the principle of computer deleting software?" Yifan asked again.

Nangong Yun shook her head. She has never been very interested in science and has no idea about computer science.

"It is not like ordinary people imagine that they are throwing away something as garbage," Yifan explained through the consciousness network, which is easier to understand. "No matter what data it is, it is just a data similar to 0101 in the computer hard disk. The deletion in the usual sense generally does not involve direct ejaculation of the data, but only changes the pointer of the data address and move it from the general data to the deleted data. It cannot be used normally (harmoniously). Therefore, even if the deleted data in the computer is still saved on the hard disk, it can be restored with relevant software."

"The work of memory is similar to it. Memory is like data in the hard drive and it is difficult to completely delete. What I need to do is to change the quality of this part of the memory related to me and cannot be read normally by you. These memories are still in your mind, but in your senses, they are completely unaware of it. Just like a patient with amnesia, maybe in some specific ways, they can still awaken these memories. Can you understand?"

Nangong Yun bit his mouth tightly, staring at Yifan with his eyes wide open, full of fear and fear, without any warning, tears seeping out like a spring. Nangong Yun was like chanting scriptures, jumping out of his mouth one by one, "I can understand, is this saying, if you do this, I will never know you again when I see you in the future."

"Maybe you can still know me," said Ivan, "but you won't remember what happened between us. All I blocked is related things. These things are the key to memory. As for people..."

Ivan shook his head, "It doesn't matter. At that time, you only thought I was familiar with you, but if you always look at me carefully, you will feel that this familiarity may be just an illusion."

"Illusion?" After hearing Ivan's explanation, Nangong Yun felt his head drowsy. She could imagine the feeling Ivan described, "Is it true that there has always been only illusion between us?"

Ivan did not answer, but from the calmness on his face, Nangong Yun had already obtained the answer.

"So, all of this is my illusion." Nangong Yun murmured again, his face as if dead. The spirit in her eyes was like a light bulb with insufficient electricity, gradually dimming, dimming, and eventually, it completely disappeared.

"I agree," Nangong Yun closed his eyes and said desperately, "I agree that you will block you from my memory. If you want to do this, please start."

Ivan gently stroked his hand to Nangong Yun's forehead. When he felt the temperature of Ivan's hand, Nangong Yun's body couldn't help but tremble, but soon, her movement gradually calmed down, and Ivan's consciousness entered her palace of thought without any obstruction.

The entire casting process was calm and gentle. Except for the tears that kept flowing on Nangong Yun's face, there was almost no activity. Under Ivan's hint, Nangong Yun began to recall the experience between her and Ivan for the last time. The memories of the two in reality, fantasy, and even dreams gradually spread in front of Ivan like a book.

What Ivan needs to do is to change the page numbers of certain books from this book. In addition to deleting the part of the story with his own, the whole story can be coherent and harmonious. The work done is like a screenwriter adapting a script and a director re-editing a movie.

Although this was the first time he did such a thing, he was very efficient. When Nangong Yun's tears stopped flowing, the entire casting was completed.

Nangong Yun opened his eyes and looked at Yifan steadily. She looked at the boy in front of her and felt familiar. Oh, by the way, she remembered it. His name was Yifan, a listener.

"What are you doing?" Nangong Yun quickly patted Yifan's hand on her forehead, his face full of anger, "Why are you here? How did you come in?"

Ivan smiled awkwardly and tried to integrate himself into the script he had just adapted. "Sorry, I just passed by and heard the sound of the piano, so I came in and took a look. It seemed that you were not very comfortable, so I came in and took a look..."

He rarely lie because he feels it is unnecessary, but if necessary, his acting skills will not be too bad. After all, he has specialized in this technique.

Nangong Yun glared at him fiercely and pointed his hand at Damén with a strong finger, "Have you seen enough? Let's go after you see enough."

Ivan stood up and walked towards the mouth of Mén with a timid feeling. Nangong Yun looked at Ivan's back as he left, and he couldn't help but feel angry and whispered, "Dirty, take advantage of others' danger!"

Thinking that Yifan’s wife Hua Tingting was still his friend, and he was also the leader of the consciousness network, Nangong Yun added viciously, "No man is a good thing."

After Ivan left, she looked at the piano in front of her in surprise, looked at the Canon score that was opened, and subconsciously wanted to play it, but after a few notes, she found that she could not devote herself to it.

"Why does it feel a little weird?" Nangong Yun said to herself. Suddenly she felt a little cold and uncomfortable on her face. She wiped it with her hand and her face was covered with water. Soon she realized that it should be tears.

"Have you cried?" Nangong Yun took out a tissue from the podium trunk to wipe it, and asked himself, "Why can you cry?"

After recalling carefully for a long time, Nangong Yun could not find the reason why he would cry just now. "Is it sad to play the piano? But it's not right. How could Kanon make himself cry?"

"It's really inexplicable," Nangong Yun muttered to himself. After carefully recalling the beginning of the matter, she said to herself more, "In the future, I will remind Hua Tingting and tell her that her husband is not a good thing."

While muttering in her heart, Nangong Yun packed up the piano, turned off the lights, locked the mén, and then walked away. Today was just a day when she was inexplicably depressed. After a nap, everything would pass.

The relationship that once entangled her in her world of jing, is now buried deep in the brain with memory. Perhaps one day, by chance, or psychological stimulation, she will recall it again, but at that time, she probably only treats this memory as a ridiculous dream or fantasy, because for her, the real reality has been forever changed by the power of magic.

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