Chapter 61 (2/2)

Gu Jun was slightly unyielding, but on the other hand, he wanted to give it a try If this could lead him to the truth…

“Okay,” he said “I also wish to find answers”

“Then we shall start Just relax and folloords to try to bring it all back” Sister Liang first had Gu Jun relax in silence before she began officially “There is only darkness around you, and you are in this silence, but you can see a light before you You walk slowly toward it, step by step There is a door there, and the light is co from behind the door Behind that door, there is a memory that you believe to have happened, but you cannot remember it no matter how hard you try You sloalk toward the door and then walk through it…”

With his eyes closed, Gu Jun felt a hazy light appearing before him and then a red door He took deliberate steps toward it He walked through the red door and into the light…

“Tellasked Gu Jun walked in the light and shadoalked through the fog He looked around, and everything was blurry His breathing became heavier, his brows furrowed, and his eyes shuddered

“Is it so dropped a suggestion as guide “Is it your childhood home?”

Every memory came with a scenario because human senses occurred within actual scenarios Even when one did not pay special attention, the brain would naturally forht back up to the surface, the memory would follow This could be the explanation behind the phenouidance, a sense of faht, and darkness started to take on all shapes and sizes

“It is a room,” he mumbled “I am inside a room”

“What kind of room is it? Is it your own room?”

Gu Jun looked around This was a nursery that ars on the walls They comprised of uneven lines, probably the work of a child Even though the sense of familiarity never left him, Gu Jun could not tell where this place was Had he been there before?

“It is a very ss? Who drew the inside the rooure co on the ground He is probably only two to three years old, and he is drawing so on the paper atercolors”

“Who is that little boy? Do you know him?”

“He looks like me…” Gu Jun continued to describe the memory that he saw “Yes, it’snext to me…”

He heard another voice call out It was not Sister Liang; it was fro, “Xiao Jun, how does one spell the word tree? How about you tell Mommy?”

His mother handed hi of trees on it

“Okay!” The boy nodded happily He took the paper and placed it on the ground Then he used a paintbrush to write down the spelling of the word tree on the piece of paper rather heavily “I’m done!”

The boy dropped the paintbrush and raised the paper high above his head He was very happy

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“Ah…” Gu Jun’s eyes flew open, and he let out a screae The ‘tree’ that the boy had written was in that foreign language He gripped his head tightly The heartless fig before his eyes His mother picked up the paper and held it in her hands She studied it like it was a piece of treasure There was a strange fervor burning in her eyes She examined it for a while and then passed another piece of paper to the boy “Then, what about this word? Worm, how do you think we spell it?”

“Like this!” The little boy took the paper and put it on the ground He picked up the brush and started drawing again It was still in the sae Worm or parasite, they ritten the salimpse On the floor around the boy and his s They were filled with different paintings, and every painting had the corresponding foreign character to identify theermination, sun, hand, bone, star, death, sky, earth…

That strange language was so that he had created when he was small