Chapter 1091 Becoming a Buddha with One Thought (48)

One night passed, and the sky finally cleared up.

The storm last night seemed like just a fleeting dream.

When I woke up from the dream, the sky outside was extremely pure and blue, and the air was fresh and pleasant, with a faint fragrance of green grass.

Under the eaves, water was still dripping silently drop by drop, falling on the stone slabs on the ground, splashing away, and disappearing into small puddles on the ground.

The grass beside the wall yard had been blown by the wind all night. By now, it could no longer straighten up and was limp and stuck to the ground.

The broken door that had been banged all night long was still hanging there, shaking slightly and making a creaking sound.

The closed room in the middle was extremely clean.

The faint scent of sandalwood is mixed with some indescribable ambiguity.

A man in simple cloth was sitting beside the bed, his eyes lowered as he tied his lapel. His slender fingers deftly tied a knot and tied it tightly.

Dressed neatly, he glanced sideways at the person still sleeping on the bed.

The beauty is picturesque, with a delicate face. After being moisturized, it looks more like a gorgeous blooming flower, extremely charming.

She was tired, so she fell into a deep sleep and didn't want to move her fingers.

The man stared quietly, slowly stretched out his hand, and held her thin fingers.

Silently approaching, when a gentle kiss fell on her red lips, her long soft eyelashes trembled, as if she could sense the faint scent of sandalwood on his body.

He curled his lips slightly and gently helped her up.

He put on a dress for her, from inner jacket to outer skirt, and did it all by himself, and then he held her in his arms.

She was probably awake, but too lazy to move.

She closed her eyes and leaned quietly in his arms, too tired to even say anything.

His palm fell gently on her face, and his nose slowly rubbed against hers.

They were affectionate silently, like a newlywed couple. Even after they got up, they still had to rub each other's hands.

"." She didn't even open her eyelids, but she asked in a slightly mute voice:

"Are you going to see those old men?"

"Well, you always have to say goodbye."

".Then, do I need to say something on the side?"

He held her waist, lifted her chin, covered her lips, and spoke softly:

"You don't need to do anything. I just want to say goodbye, nothing else."

"So, just stay still and don't need to say anything. Once I finish saying goodbye, we will leave."

"." She fell silent.

Close your eyes and rest your mind.

However, he was just like holding a treasure that she couldn't put down, and kept disturbing her, with no intention of leaving.

She closed her eyes, like a big cat. Although she was a little reluctant, she still didn't refuse.

After a while, she asked in a lazy voice:

"Speaking of which, when did you regain your memory? Or have you never lost your memory?"

The man paused.

His fingertips gently stroked her cheek, his eyes darkened, and his long eyelashes slowly lowered to block the hint of darkness.

"No."

I lost my memory, but...

Somehow, a few years ago...

The memory came back.

When he first started to recover, his memory was chaotic, and various images came one after another like fragments.

He sorted it out for a long time and finally got the general outline and context.

after that.

A woman often appears in his dreams.

Women were like fairies, always clinging to his body and teasing him bit by bit.

But when he lost control and wanted to do something, the woman disappeared again.