A former fool wants to change the world

I can still remember the first time I met Han Mao, when he wore two huge braids and begged his former colleagues to let him in with makeup I couldn't bear to look at.

No, you can tell at a glance that you are a man.

"You might as well take two bottles of tequila and be trusted." This is my assessment of him.

After that, how did it come and go....

Yes, I showed him a standard cross-dressing and managed to get him to have an extra half-sister, which made him breathtaking.

He also did not hesitate to show me his talents

After three days of sentencing more than 150 case files, no one has come to cry out for injustice.

Why don't you become a counselor of the law?

When I asked him this, he said that he felt that he should go somewhere better to realize his ideals, and he did not want to compete with immortals.

This is a representative of justice, and there is no room for slack.

How much did he really know about these plans?

He reassured me that someone would always take this step, no matter what the outcome would be.

But why you?

Why can't it be the initiator?

Why not bastards who deserve to be punished?

Why was it affected by the World Tree to remove all those who have proof of existence... Is it my best friend Di Hanmao?

Again and again, I forgot about him under the influence of force majeure, and then asked Berning to strip me of the clues and piece together the proof that he once existed bit by bit.

For countless nights, I would always wake up with the same nightmares.

I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was smiling.

He said sorry for betraying your trust, I really can't find out this case.

I couldn't save him.

Not only that, but my unrealistic trust in him became a booster for his sentence to the heavenly lantern.

"Don't wait until it's too late."

I said this to Shikanoin Heizo and myself.

"Volley, can I go in?"

It was Berning's voice, and I quickly shook my head to bring myself back to my senses, and answered and lifted her injured leg over the threshold.

She stretched her crutches and sat down to open a thick notebook, and I quickly asked her:

"How many times have I not been able to remember him before?"

She lifted a hand, her thumb, forefinger, and middle finger sticking out, her fingertips together.

Already so many times.

She turned to a certain page and handed me the note, "Do you remember what this is?" "

It is undoubtedly my handwriting, recording some completely unnecessary trivial things, such as how many sweet flowers were picked today.

She sighed and told me that this was all the memories about me and Hanmao that I recorded before I was first influenced by the World Tree, and I entrusted this note to her, and she left a mental eye so she turned it out and looked at it when she was fine, and after a certain flip through it, she found that the content recorded on it had changed dramatically, and it could only be said that it had nothing to do with the original.

"I tried other methods when you re-recorded for the fourth time, such as Lulu and I copied one copy of what you recorded, but what we copied also became irrelevant to the original, and matched the trajectory of our usual life."

I was probably numb, and I didn't react to this obviously counterintuitive fact.

"And you should have reasoned it," she added after a pause, "Perun and Hu Shao's mental illness is caused by this, and if a person can't even believe himself, this world is undoubtedly hell for him." "

"So none of them are affected."

Börning knew I was speaking declaratively, so she only nodded lightly in response.

Is it right to forget? The two of them are devastated by the truth, and oblivion seems to be a good option.

No, absolutely not, forgetting is undoubtedly a betrayal.

It doesn't matter, Berning, "outside here", remembers that it was enough.

As long as someone ever knew of Han Mao's existence, I could recall him.

No matter how many times.

"Random Drop Little Theater"

Berning: Well, actually, I just asked if you could go in, after all, it's definitely rude not to say hello...

Ashes Volley: So how do you come in if there's no one in the room? The threshold is so high that your right knee is still broken

Berning: Did you know that there is a strange poison called "laughing half-step"?

Ashi Volley: Is it the kind of strange poison that you must not walk half a step after eating, and you must not smile, otherwise your body will explode and die?

Berning: Exactly.

Ashi Volley: So what does that have to do with the question I just asked you?

Berning: Think back to how the lady in that story walked with a smile

on her face

Ashes Volley: Think about how she tripped over the threshold....

ps: Have you ever returned to your hometown to step on the threshold and be educated by your family when you were a child, anyway, I was sued by my grandmother because I stepped on the threshold of my grandmother's house as a single-wood bridge to play, and my old father beat me hard, and I never dared to say it again (why are you embarrassed to say it)

Berning is sitting on the kind of multifunctional crutches that can be broken open as a stool, and it is better to test than double crutches during my leg injury, which is very convenient and recommended (you).