Chapter 34 Hotpot Cicada and Summer

On this day, Ellen rarely went out alone and did not bring his sister. When he came back, he had already brought all kinds of ingredients, but neither he nor Eve were the guys who would love this ordinary thing.

As for why he did this, it was entirely because of Rorona's previous words.

"Speaking of this, that guy doesn't seem to have a memory of himself. He knows nothing about himself except knowing what he should do and his name..." This is the information revealed by Rorona after the "interrogation", and "that guy" refers to the ghost called Fafuya.

At the same time, Fafuya seemed to realize this and then became depressed. Even if she occasionally asked everyone whether she had made progress became very few times.

Don't have any memory of yourself? It's so sad, but even so, it's best to be happy. This is what Allen thought, so he began to ask Rorona with the purpose of making Fafuya happy.

The only wines closest to Favoya's age are Rorona and Eve. As for Eve, Eve is not within his consideration, because he always feels that although his sister has grown older, she has begun to do some strange things - for example, if she says a few more words to other girls, Fenriel will swallow her...

I really don't understand! I obviously did nothing!

Although Rorona is usually weird, like a child who never grows up, perhaps she can understand Fafuya, who is younger than her in her "age"?

"Hey, Rorona, I said...what do you think Fafya, that is, girls of your stage, will like?" Alan asked at the time.

This sudden question, similar to asking what I like, made Rorona stunned for a moment.

"Well... if it were me, as long as you completely destroy the enemy's will and look at him with an impossible expression, you will feel very happy!" An extremely affirmative answer.

This is the truth, there is no trace of falsehood, absolutely! But obviously what Allen needs is not this kind of answer.

"..., don't you have any more normal hobbies? Or most girls won't like this, right?"

"Well... Then if I talk about gold coins and equipment, I'm afraid you won't be satisfied, right?" He said and looked at Allen.

Staring... the latter still looked at himself with the pair of dead fish eyes.

"So willful! What a hard guy to serve!" complained.

Allen: No, you are the willful and difficult to serve!

"Anyway, in addition to that, eating hot pot and other things, a lot of people will definitely be happy if they eat together!"

Already realized that Allen was not going to give her things, Rorona finished her answer angrily and turned around and walked into a place that was both a room and a studio for her. She was studying a prop that even a ghost could restore her memory, but could it really be done? In fact, she didn't know it herself, but it was just because of her idle research.

Allen didn’t know what hot pot or something was, but after asking Rorona, he realized that it was a kind of thing that could make everyone gather together to eat. If so, it would be a feeling that your heart would be connected!

As soon as Allen, holding a lot of ingredients, entered the hall, he attracted everyone's attention.

"Well... you really went to buy it. It's really not an ordinary loli controller!" Rorona's face was full of a long-known expression.

At the same time, she was holding a helmet in her hand. Perhaps this was the prop she made that could restore the ghost's memory? But it was created just after going out for a trip, which was really efficient! Although I don't know if it can be used...

"Brother, why are you buying these things?" Eve didn't know what was going on.

"Actually, I hope to cheer up Fafuya!"

"ha?"

A roar of applause interrupted Eve's questioning. It was Rorona.

"Before the time when that ghost appears, let's prepare for the celebration?"

“What to celebrate…”

"Isn't that great to celebrate her memory loss and forget all her worries? To some extent, dead people are better than living people. Living people always lie, fragile, terrible, ugly... It's better than dead guys. If so, I want to lose my memory!"

"I actually celebrate my amnesia! Isn't it just to cheer her up? This is completely the opposite effect, right? I will cry! And... I suggested that I prepare hot pot ingredients at the beginning. You shouldn't just want to eat together at the beginning?" A lightning flashed, and Allen seemed to suddenly realize the truth.

"How is this... possible." But since that's the case, why are your eyes still stuck on the bag containing the octopus balls in Allen's hand?

The clock hand pointed to twelve o'clock.

What exactly am I? Why am I doing this for? I can’t even ask who I am, because Fafuya doesn’t even know what she is. Although Rorona has always called herself a ghost before, no ghost would have no memory of herself!

You only know your own name, and you can only do something instinctively, and you won’t care whether you have such a motivation at all. It’s like a tool that has been ordered! You only need to follow the command to move, and you don’t need to know anything, but because it is a tool, self-awareness is the most tragic thing, right?

It was precisely because of this "order" that Fafuya once again pushed open the door of the mansion on time.

You don’t need to see the road in front of you clearly, and even close your eyes, you will walk directly to the door of the basement you usually practice. Is it a long-term physical instinct, or is it an action that has been implicated and carried out because you are just a puppet pulling a string?

But it doesn't matter what. Fafuya has already pushed open the basement door, followed by an exercise that she didn't know the meaning, then disappeared when the time arrived, and then stood at the door of the mansion when it woke up?

Fafuya held the door handle and pushed it away - I'm afraid the dark and cold basement was still the one that greeted me?

The expected darkness did not come, on the contrary, it was very bright inside, and at the same time, there were a few explosions in my ears... Although it sounded a bit joyful, the only thing that was the sound was too loud. At this time, Fafuya realized her own advantages - it would be great that she would not be hurt, otherwise her eardrum would have been shattered, right?

"So loud, Rorona! Is this the custom of celebrating in your hometown? Oops, I feel like my ears are a little out of ears!"

It was the guy next to him who made that sound with some props, named Allen, who was the most friendly to him among this group. Fafuya saw the person next to him clearly.

"Well... it seems like there is a little mistake. Fortunately, this guy in front of me is the type who will not be injured." Sitting at the small wooden table he used for practice was the girl with short orange hair. Although it was a mistake, there was no regret on her face at all.

Moreover, there was a boiling pot in front of her, and the wooden table was filled with various ingredients.

What are you doing? Fafya looked at Allen. Among these people, Allen would be particularly friendly to her. She was the only existence she dared to get close to. She tilted her head and showed a puzzled expression. If she wanted to have a dinner, she wouldn't choose her own dark basement, right? This kind of place is only suitable for her, such a pitiful existence, to stay quietly.

"That... I'm sorry, I still have tinnitus in my ears. Please speak louder..." The boy named Allen looked at him apologetically, and at the same time he was tying his ears.

"However, welcome to attend this hot pot conference..." the boy said with a faint smile.

Fafuya didn't hear him clearly, and she was completely attracted by the boy's smile, as if... there was a guy who used this kind of sunny smile to talk to herself?

It seemed as if a small gap had been opened to the dam of memory. Although it was very small, it was enough.

For the first time, he ignored the welcome gaze of the people around him impolitely. Fafuya followed the memory to a corner in the basement, and opened the dark lattice under the floor with her hands...

Why is there a secret? Fafuya didn't know that she was just doing it according to the memory that flowed out of the small gap.

Inside is a small wooden box.

When I opened it, there was a specimen of a cicada that was an ordinary insect.

Even if there were only a small gap at the beginning, this gap also had the ability to destroy the dam that hindered memory.

In the hazy memory, there was a pair of teenagers and girls, who were sitting in the small basement at this time.

Although it is just a basement as small as tofu blocks, it is an amazing place for them who are still young - their "secret base". Even if they are still young, they already have their own space. Isn't it a place to be proud of even if it is just a small piece? Although it is just a place separated from the teenager's house.

"Hey, summer is coming..." The girl sitting on the bed sighed. She was wearing a white sleeveless skirt and blue hair. Even when the temperature was still a bit hot, it would make people feel a little cool.

"Huh? Fafuya is about to move out in autumn, right?" asked the boy of the same age sitting on the wooden table. Because the basement was a little dark, his face was vaguely unseen.

"Well, yes! I originally thought I would spend this summer well, but now I think I have done nothing when I think about it. I always feel so sorry! It was my last time in the town." The girl sighed again.

It seemed as if I felt that I was about to part, and the boy and the girl were silent.

"Is it summer..." the boy murmured.

Suddenly, the boy stood up as if he had thought of something: "Wait for me!" Then he ran out of their "secret base".

I thought the boy was just going upstairs to get some snacks, but he waited for a long time but didn't come back. However, the girl was not in a hurry to go home, or she was also curious about what the boy was doing, or just for the words "Wait for me".

Near supper time, the boy finally pushed open the basement door, but he looked a little dirty at this time.

"Where are you?" the girl asked strangely.

"Ha...ha, I have something good for you!" The young man seemed to have rushed back and said in a pissing voice.

At the same time, he handed the right hand he had been holding to the girl.

Open your hands and quietly lay in your palms a coma cicada.

"Look, summer is here! It's not that I did nothing, right!" the boy said.

She still couldn't see the expression clearly, but Fafuya could remember it according to the memory she suddenly remembered, which must be a sunny smile.

"Did the guy who caught the cicada... thought he had caught Xia Tian?"
Chapter completed!