Memory - Pachinko

"It's alright, Miss Su. Take your medication on time and rest well when you go back." On the other side of the wooden table, the doctor smiled at Su Mei and handed her a prescription.

Su Mei thanked him and stood up to leave the consultation room. As the door closed, a hint of concern flashed in the doctor's eyes. He sighed slowly and muttered to himself, "I'd rather you not remember."

In the past few weeks, Su Mei had been seeing a blurry figure in her dreams. Sometimes they would make plans to watch a movie together, hold hands while walking in the park, or even embrace and kiss. This figure would sometimes say to her, "You must not forget me." Every time she heard those words, her dream self would start crying. She couldn't see the face of this figure clearly, but it felt very familiar. So for Su Mei, the consultation room felt more like a place for her to release stress. She could speak freely in front of the doctor, and even if she mentioned these absurd things that had been happening recently, the doctor wouldn't be surprised. This made her feel relieved. After their conversation, she could also sleep well with the scent of lilies in the room. For someone who had been mentally exhausted recently, it was the best thing she could ask for.

These strange dreams had been troubling Su Mei greatly. Her boyfriend would be coming back to see her in a few days, and at this critical moment, she kept dreaming about herself being intimate with a stranger, which was not appropriate at all. Su Mei tried to reassure herself that the figure in her dreams was her boyfriend, but her subconscious told her that this reassurance was just self-deception.

What made it even stranger was that when she mentioned this to her best friend, she could clearly sense a strange emotion from her friend. But when she asked for the reason, her friend would avoid answering. In Su Mei's eyes, her friend must think that she was being too promiscuous, which made her very frustrated but helpless.

Later, her friend introduced her to a doctor, and she went for psychological therapy. Although she had someone to confide in and the doctor had helped her a lot, Su Mei felt that her problem seemed to be getting worse day by day. If this continued, it would not only affect her work but also strain her relationship with her boyfriend. After expressing her concerns to the doctor one time, the doctor said quite casually, "To solve the problem, you have to figure it out yourself. But personally, I suggest not to worry too much. I will try my best to help you forget slowly."

After hearing the doctor's words, Su Mei felt somewhat relieved, but she also suddenly started to worry. If she couldn't forget it for a long time, she would still be troubled by the figure in her dreams. Just thinking about it made Su Mei feel guilty towards her boyfriend.

On this day, Su Mei went to work as usual. Her colleague, Yu Ting, leaned over and mysteriously said, "Su Su, are you in a relationship?"

Su Mei was very surprised. She had only joined this company after her boyfriend was sent on an assignment, and she had never mentioned it herself, so very few people should know. Although Yu Ting was one of the colleagues she had a better relationship with, she shouldn't know either. Su Mei composed herself and asked in a low voice, "How did you know?"

Yu Ting immediately revealed a knowing expression and explained to Su Mei, "I came early today and wanted to bring you a cup of coffee, and then I saw the letters on the cup. But let me make it clear, I didn't intentionally peek, it was just an accident..." Yu Ting smirked, as if she had succeeded in some conspiracy.

Su Mei, upon hearing this, picked up her own cup and indeed saw the letters "LCD" on it. Maybe it could only be seen when hot water was poured in, and Su Mei had never noticed this detail. She only remembered using this cup before she changed companies, but she couldn't remember what the letters represented. After looking at it for a while, she opened her Taobao app, hoping to find the source of this cup from her orders, maybe then she could understand the meaning of the letters.

"So it was customized." Su Mei murmured to herself, her gaze lingering on an order from a year ago. And before and after this order, she also found that she had bought clothes and sneakers, but judging from the sizes, it was obviously not for herself, and at that time, she hadn't even met her boyfriend yet.

"Could it be a gift for a friend?" Su Mei recalled the birthdays of her opposite-sex friends, and it seemed that they didn't match the time of the order. Unable to figure it out, she simply stopped thinking about it, but the seed of doubt had already been planted, and Su Mei couldn't ignore it.

On her way home, Su Mei pondered over the events of the morning, trying to find useful information from her memory, but she still couldn't find anything. Su Mei shook her head, no longer thinking about it. Changing direction, she walked towards the park near her home. She used to come to the park to relax, but since she started dating, most of her free time belonged to her boyfriend. Now that she was back here, it felt like her first time.

"Oh? Is that noodle shop still open?" Su Mei noticed a small shop that she used to frequent, and she felt a sense of joy, so she walked in.

"Little Su is here, are you still the same as before?" The kind-hearted shop owner asked gently.

Su Mei replied and observed the decorations in the shop, which seemed to have not changed much. It made her feel familiar and at ease.

After the owner brought her the noodles, her lips moved, wanting to say something but hesitated.

"What's wrong, Uncle?" Su Mei asked with a smile.

"Little Su, do you... still remember me?" The owner stammered, seeming very nervous.

"Cough, cough."

Su Mei was about to answer when the shop owner suddenly coughed a few times and quickly walked away.

"Weird..." Su Mei was puzzled, but seeing the owner's appearance, she didn't feel comfortable asking more questions. After finishing her meal, she paid and left. Walking on the stone path in the park, Su Mei sighed. She felt that everyone seemed to be hiding something from her, which made her very uncomfortable. And those strange dreams made her even more anxious. Her mind was in chaos, and she didn't even notice the basketball flying towards her.

"We didn't mean to, we're sorry!" Two high school students quickly ran over to apologize to Su Mei.

Su Mei was in pain from being hit by the ball, her eyebrows furrowed tightly. She was about to scold the two children in front of her, but suddenly she felt like she had seen this scene in her dream, as if the dream was replaying in reality. The only difference was that in the dream, there was a blurry figure beside her. The two students saw Su Mei standing still and quickly picked up the basketball and ran away. Su Mei felt dazed, unable to distinguish whether she was in reality or in a dream.

A gust of wind blew, and Su Mei regained some clarity. She recalled the scenes in the dream related to the park, where she and the blurry figure went to a noodle shop and then walked in the park, and then she went home...

"Diary!" Su Mei exclaimed, attracting the attention of many passersby. She realized her outburst and quickly covered her mouth. But her mind was filled with excitement because the ending of the dream was stuck in her memory, like a scene of herself writing in a diary. She quickly got up and walked towards home, a bold but absurd idea forming in her mind.

Su Mei did have a habit of keeping a diary in the past, but as she got busier with work, she didn't write as often. After returning home, Su Mei found a few of her diaries in a miscellaneous box. The covers of the notebooks were all her favorite pink color, which now seemed somewhat childish. Su Mei thought about flipping through her diaries to find information about the park, and she found that the diary stopped at a certain day last year, with the rest of the pages seemingly torn off, leaving only the rough edges of the paper. And on the last page of the diary, there was a number written in red ink,

"So it was customized." Su Mei murmured, her gaze lingering on an order from a year ago. And before and after this order, she also found that she had bought clothes and sneakers, but judging from the sizes, it was obviously not for herself, and at that time, she hadn't even met her boyfriend yet.

"Oh, it was customized." Su Mei murmured to herself, her gaze lingering on an order from a year ago. And before and after this order, she also found that she had bought clothes and sneakers, but judging from the sizes, it was obviously not for herself, and at that time, she hadn't even met her boyfriend yet.

"I see, it was customized." Su Mei murmured to herself, her gaze lingering on an order from a year ago. And before and after this order, she also found that she had bought clothes and sneakers, but judging from the sizes, it was obviously not for herself, and at that time, she hadn't even met her boyfriend yet.

"It turns out it was customized." Su Mei murmured to herself, her gaze lingering on an order from a year ago. And before and after this order, she also found that she had bought clothes and sneakers, but judging from the sizes, it was obviously not for herself, and at that time, she hadn't even met her boyfriend yet.