Memory and recollection are different.

Memory hides naked in the bushes and is ashamed to meet people. You always have to be willing to cut through the flesh and thorns to catch a glimpse of it shivering.

Memory is a girl's Barbie doll. You can wear whatever you like.

Zhou Shenran's memory was hidden in a moment. When he looked back, he could only see Hua Hui wearing a beautiful robe and told him how he punched Yang Lin in the face, which won applause from people around him and easily set off a green tsunami.

However, he knew that this was not the case. Later, how did he disperse with the crowd, and how did he look back and stare blankly at Yu smiling and speaking tall and straight in the distance? These pictures are scattered and soaked in his mind, and all the colors are vaguely mixed together.