Chapter 236: She Doesn't Remember Anything

Let's get back to the point.

Ever since that day, the way Ruoruo looked at me changed.

Sometimes she would even avoid me.

I truly didn't understand, so I went to ask her the reason, but she hemmed and hawed and didn't say.

A few days later, she secretly stuffed a note into my hand and ran off.

I opened the note, and inside was a line of text: Brother Fu Jing, I hugged you that day, I'm sorry, I hope your girlfriend won't misunderstand, if you have a girlfriend.

Seeing this note, I understood; the little girl must have wanted to ask if I had a girlfriend.

That day, I told her generously that I didn't have a girlfriend, and at the same time told her, you are a student, students shouldn't worry about such problems, you should study hard. Then, I helped her look at the homework in her schoolbag.

Her homework was quite neat; one could tell she did her homework very seriously, especially in the sciences.

Her liberal arts homework was also very neat, but much of it was pieced together.

I asked her: Why don't you do your liberal arts homework properly?

She said she didn't like things that required rote memorization. I said that memory is also a part of ability, and then I challenged her to a memorization contest; I flipped open a classical Chinese text at random and began reciting it with her.

My memory shocked her, because I recited it perfectly after only looking at it once, while she took over a dozen readings to memorize it.

I said, this is just a matter of practice, and then told her the method; she later improved at memorizing texts as well.

She asked me, your grades are so good, why did you come to be a librarian?

I said, because only by being a librarian can one read books in peace.

Then I showed her the few books in my hands; she was stunned for a moment, and a look of admiration appeared in her eyes.

Later, I stipulated that if she could memorize the books within the allotted time, I would give her a small gift.

She seemed to work very hard for the sake of the gifts.

I also often gave her small gifts that young girls like, such as lucky stars, time capsules, wind chimes, and so on.

It was clear that she liked these gifts very much, and she would also bring me gifts she made herself, usually something like a paper-folded crane.

……

Time flew by, and in a blink, a year had passed.

On the night the high school entrance exam ended, a fire broke out outside the library for some reason, and I was on the top floor organizing books that day, completely unaware.

By the time I smelled the thick smoke, I discovered the exit had already been sealed off.

I ran to the roof, but the door to the roof had also been locked to prevent students from going up, and I had actually forgotten where the key was.

At the time, only the security guard was at the school; the guard called the police and wanted to come in to save me, but the fire was too intense, and he couldn't break in at all.

I went to wet a rag, covered my mouth and nose, and was just trying to figure out how to escape when a person soaked from head to toe suddenly rushed in.

In the billowing thick smoke, I saw that familiar figure; it was Ruoruo.

I roared at her: Do you not want your life anymore?

She was crying like a fountain at the time: "Brother Fu Jing, I thought you were dead!"

I didn't know why at that moment, I could no longer care that she was just a middle school student; I just pulled her into my arms and gave her a fierce kiss.

Next, I let her cover her mouth and nose with the wet rag, and I went to smash a window near the lawn; I jumped down first, and just as I was preparing to catch her, she had already jumped down.

She must have been worried that her body weight would crush me, so she didn't wait for me and jumped down herself; after jumping down, she fainted.

The firefighters arrived very quickly, the fire was extinguished, and because we had inhaled a large amount of thick smoke, we were sent to the hospital.

I had thought that after experiencing this, our relationship would have a major breakthrough; after all, this was a life-and-death experience.

However, the sad news arrived: Ruoruo's father passed away early the next morning.

Since then, she hadn't come to school for a long time.

I called her home, but no one answered; I didn't know if the phone was broken, or if the family was in a bad mood and no one was willing to answer.

Until one day, he learned from a classmate in her class that she was sick. It turned out that after her father passed away, she had been in a coma for a long time; I didn't know if it was because of her father's illness or because of that big fire.

That day, I wanted to go to her house to see her.

Ruoruo was sitting in front of the old house, teasing a small dog with her younger brother.

I walked over and called out: "Bai Shuruo."

Ruoruo looked up and looked at me in confusion: "How do you know my name?"

I looked at her in astonishment.

"Who are you?" she asked.

After a good while, I replied: "The librarian."

"Oh, then what is the matter?" Ruoruo asked with her big eyes wide open, just like when we first met, curious but generous.

"Just wanted to ask, have you returned the book you borrowed before?"

"Did I borrow a book? You wait a moment, I'll go back and look for it."

She ran inside.

After a while, Lin Wanfen also came out; seeing me, Lin Wanfen couldn't help but ask: "Who is this?"

"The librarian from our school."

"So it's a teacher, teacher, please sit down."

I said: "No, I have to go back to work in a while."

Ruoruo ran out very quickly, and she said: "There isn't any book, teacher, did you remember wrong?"

"Maybe so, there was a big fire at the library before, and many library cards were burned up; I only saw yours, so I thought you might have borrowed a book." I specifically brought up the fire that night.

However, Ruoruo acted as if she didn't remember it at all.

"Oh, the library caught fire? That's a pity, the library hadn't been built for long."

"Yes, I was almost burned to death that night."

She looked surprised: "Then, were you hurt?"

"No, I was saved by an angel," I said.

"An angel?" She laughed: "You must mean the fireman, right?"

I had been observing her expression, confirming she truly wasn't acting. She had indeed forgotten many things; perhaps this was the amnesia often spoken of on television.

I left her home, and she still enthusiastically said goodbye to me.

Later, I "ran into" her many more times; she always called me Teacher and never called me Fu Jing again.

After her high school entrance exam, she didn't attend the class reunion and only returned to collect her graduation certificate. When she collected the certificate, I saw that she was very familiar with the school, but she seemed not to remember her homeroom teacher at all; when classmates called out to her, she also had a blank look, as if she didn't recognize a single one of them.

She left the school in a hurry as soon as she collected her graduation certificate.

As for me, I also had to return to Beishi because of matters at the group.