When Sonia answered the question, everyone leaned over to watch, even Denzel.
Then everyone looked at the hooded man in the painting, and then at Ash.
"Isn't this you?"
"That's right, I also think it's me." Ya Xiu said, "So the answer to this question is definitely not this."
Although Sonia thought so too, she didn't understand Ashian's confidence: "Why are you so sure?"
"Because she asked about 'the person you love most.'" Ashi said, "Forget me, what do you think is the relationship between the other two people in the other paintings and their lovers?"
Everyone hesitated for a moment before realizing that the lover Ashi mentioned was Sonia.
Diya looked at the middle-aged peasant woman and guessed: "This should be the mother of her lover (Sonia)?"
"It may also be an adoptive mother, a teacher, an aunt, etc.," Denzel added: "But no matter what her identity is, judging from her age, she should be nurturing to her lover."
Sonia nodded: "Although I have no memory, I think she is very kind, and she is most likely my elder."
Ash nodded slightly and agreed with their point of view. He pointed at the thin and dark little girl in the painting and said, "What about her?"
Denzel guessed: "Daughter?"
Sonia frowned slightly: "Maybe it's my sister?"
"Don't make any noise!"
While everyone was discussing, a hysterical scream suddenly came from the side. Diya was seen bending down in pain, hammering her head hard, and her slightly pure hair began to become dirty again.
"Don't argue, don't argue, don't argue, don't argue! Don't argue in my head!" There was a cry in her scolding voice.
The reason why Diya was able to calm down just now was because Yaxiu attracted her attention and said a lot of reasoning that was difficult to falsify, so that she and her sisters kept digesting the information and had no time to think.
Once Ash stopped monopolizing her attention, the sisters were as ready to act as if they had lost parental control. Originally they were just guessing about the identity of the little girl in the painting, but they first discussed it, then developed into an argument, and finally it became something that Diya couldn't stand.
quarrel.
"bite."
Diya felt something was stuffed into her mouth, and she subconsciously bit down hard. As the feeling of bite spread throughout her body, she slowly swallowed back the scream stuck in her throat, and the pressure was slowly released with the bite of her teeth.
Even the sisters' quarrels fell silent.
Only then did Di Ya realize that she was biting Ya Xiu's hand, and quickly let go and blew on it: "Yes, I'm sorry, I"
"It doesn't matter, it won't hurt." Ya Xiu said, "Look, there are no scars on it, so you don't have to worry about it... This is really a magical place."
"Suffering is like drowning. The harder you push, the more painful it will be. The correct way to save yourself is not to move and let others pull you out of the water. When you feel uncomfortable, just bite my hand.
"
Diya grabbed Yaxiu's hand, nodded hesitantly, and then embarrassedly licked the part he had just bitten. Yaxiu laughed out loud: "You don't have to taste it so carefully, right? Well, sister, if you
If you feel that you are not in a good condition, you don’t need to participate in our discussion, you can just eat my hand without worry."
Diya thought for a moment and realized that the 'sister' was referring to herself. She was about to agree, but her expression became uncomfortable again. She opened her mouth and pressed it against Ash's hand, but did not bite it, as if she was looking for the best.
Lower mouth area.
But after a while, she suddenly said: "We feel that she is not the lover's daughter, nor is she the lover's sister."
"She is the lover herself."
Perhaps in order to apologize, or perhaps to prove that they were more than just noise, the sisters in their minds told Diya the answer and urged her to tell it.
The others were startled, and took a closer look at the dark and thin little girl in the picture, and then at Sonia. Tonight, Sonia was wearing a blue and white dress, with a gold-rimmed and red-bottomed coat draped over her left shoulder.
Just like the most beautiful protagonist on the stage, the difference between the flowers and green leaves and the little girl in the painting are worlds apart.
"Although it is indeed possible." Ya Xiu said: "But the appearance is not convincing enough, right?"
Sonia also shook her head vigorously. She sincerely did not want to connect the ugly girl in the painting with herself.
On the contrary, Denzel nodded: "When you put it that way, they are indeed very similar."
"What a resemblance!" Sonia retorted: "The nose, mouth, and eyes are nothing alike, right?"
This is also the reason why they didn't think about it at first: if this was Sonia as a child, they would definitely be able to tell from the facial features. After all, people's growth is the same, and no matter how many changes there are, the traces of time can still be seen.
However, although Sonia and the little girl in the painting cannot be said to have no similarities, there are indeed many differences that make it impossible to connect them at a glance.
"The eyes are very similar."
Diya shook her head and said: "She...we think this little girl's eyes are exactly the same as yours, my lover."
"Alert, stubborn, and bright."
Sonia was stunned, lowered her head and looked at the little girl in the album.
Her eyes...are similar to mine?
The moment their eyes met, it seemed as if some miracle had been triggered. Sonia blinked her eyes and found herself entering the world inside the painting.
This is the edge of the forest outside the village and town. A stream extends from the woods to the town. The brilliance of the shining stars flows in the river, dancing on the river pebbles, and is brilliant in the eyes of the children.
There were several children arguing not far away. Sonia couldn't hear clearly, but judging from the children's expressions and movements, apart from the frustrated tone, the other words in both parties' words should have been personal attacks and swear words.
This is not a battle of equal strength. One side is a mixed formation, but the other side is an army of one person. The little girl single-handedly invites several players of the same age. She stands on the stone with her hands on her hips, condescending, her lips are opening and closing quickly and
The enemy's face, almost crying, was enough to prove that this was a one-sided massacre.
Soon, several other children were scolded and left, but the winner was not happy either. She angrily walked to the big tree near the stream, sat down next to the trunk, clicked on her bracelet, and called up the light screen to play.
Educational videos.
She was wearing clothes that had turned gray after washing, and her skin was tanned by hard work. It was obvious that her nutrition was not very good. She was obviously thinner than her peers, as if it could be blown away by the wind. She casually pulled out the hair next to her.
The dog's tail curls her fingers to play with grass. Judging from her proficiency, she must have spent a lot of time playing with grass.
Although the world seemed to have given her no more gifts besides sunshine and nature, her eyes were neither confused nor depressed. Instead, she stared at the educational video in the light screen, her eyes more alert because of knowledge.
She hugged her legs tightly and huddled up, as if to protect herself, but also as if she wanted to hide herself.
As if noticing something, the little girl turned her head to look at Sonia. In those young and clear pupils, Sonia's spherical figure was reflected.
"Lover?"
Hearing Ash's voice, Sonia suddenly came back to her senses. She looked at the album again, but this time nothing strange happened, as if it was just Sonia's hallucination.
After a moment of silence, Sonia nodded heavily: "Yes, she is me when I was a child."
Although I don’t know how Sonia confirmed it, it is obvious that the opinion of the person who answered the question has the highest proportion. Ash acquiesced in this assumption and said: "If this is the case, then the answer is obvious."
Denzel asked: "We have only deduced the identities of these three people now, but the question is to ask lovers who their 'favorite person' is. How do you know the answer?"
"The so-called 'favorite' actually means comparing the size of love. Since we can compare, we can use the elimination method." Ashiu said: "If one of these three people has to die, who would you choose as your lover?"
Sonia said without much hesitation, "You."
"Very good, then among the remaining two people, if one more person needs to die..." Ashiu said, "Who will you choose?"
Sonia's pupils dilated and she turned her head to stare straight at Ash.
Diya said timidly: "This doesn't seem right, after all, we don't have any memories now. If we had memories, maybe we would make different choices."
"We just lost our memory, not changed our personality." Ya Xiu spread his hands and said: "If we have to add the variable of 'memory' to guess the correct answer, then our current discussion is meaningless. Maybe the lover loves the most
Is it me?"
"Moreover, memory is not something static. Personality will determine memory."
Under everyone's doubtful gaze, "What are you talking about?", Ya Xiu explained: "Memory is actually a very ambiguous subjective information. When you want to hate a person, you will ignore the advantages he has shown.
Strengths; and when you like someone, you will also ignore their shortcomings and hidden dangers."
"If you have a cheerful personality, you won't remember the sad things; if you blame others, you won't remember the good things in life."
"Love and favorite are completely different concepts. Memory can make you fall in love with someone, but that is the spark of devotion. But memory cannot modify your favorite, because favorite means that you are willing to give everything for her.
Even if you modify your personality to suit your favorite, you won't hesitate. This is called "the best"."
"So, I think the answer to your question, lover (Sonia), will not change depending on the existence of memory, because you made your choice a long time ago. In order to protect "your favorite",
I have long since modified my memory and adjusted my personality."
"However, you don't need to answer my question." Ash pulled Diya up and went over to signal Denzel to follow him and look behind him: "Although it's a bit self-deceiving, we won't read your answer. I hope you don't worry.
We will try our best to give the most truthful answer."
"Need not."
Sonia said calmly: "I don't know you, why should I care about you? What the knight said makes sense. Before entering the cabin, who I love the most has already been determined. So my memory, my
My character and everything I do is to make the life of the people I love the most better."
"So, Sword Princess, my answer is that the person I love most is this little girl."
"I saw that your discussion was so lively, so I didn't interrupt." Sword Princess said: "According to the specifications, each question is equivalent to one of your treasures. If you answer it wrong, you will lose it. If you answer it correctly, you will get double.
The most certain treasure is the realm of your swordsmanship faction."
"Even if you lose your memory, you still retain knowledge. You should be able to understand the weight of this treasure, right?"
Sonia's expression remained unchanged: "My answer remains unchanged."
"Okay." Sword Girl said simply and neatly, "You got the answer right."
She flicked her fingers, and two golden streams of light fell into Sonia's body: "This is the realm of your swordsmanship faction and the realm of the time faction at the same level as your reward."
Before Sonia could digest the reward, Sword Princess turned to another page in the picture album: "Second question, among these three people, who do you hate the most?"
A woman with messy hair, dark circles under her eyes, and a sword on her feet on the desk.
A female student wearing beautiful clothes is putting on makeup in front of the mirror.
And...a woman wearing pure white silk stockings, sleeves and a short skirt. She looks dignified, generous and kind, but her appearance is exactly the same as that of Motley Diya.
Diya blinked, pointed to the pure white self and said: "First, eliminate this wrong option..."
"No, don't rule it out yet." Ash grabbed her wrist: "I think this might be the right option."
