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Chen Yuanyuan nodded and said, "Let's go, I'll show you what stories are associated with this place."

Xu Fan was still a little confused, but when he saw the first story, he understood. It was about the story of "The Funeral of Roses," a song he wrote because of the story Song Runrun told him.

In this story, Yuan Yuan fully recounts the story she told her fans, and also adds some of the author's interpretation of the funeral of roses.

Xu Fan didn't consider whether those interpretations were correct, because he wasn't the original author in essence.

He also saw other stories, such as the one about writing "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky," written on an A4 sheet of paper and sealed in a glass frame.

Of course, these stories are actually very simple, but each one evokes a lot of emotions, and most importantly, they seem to really fit the meaning of the term "memory bank".

If you can't look back at what's in your memory, then leave it here.

This sentence was written on the wall of the memory bank, and it could be seen clearly as soon as you entered. However, Xu Fan was so engrossed in the story that he didn't pay much attention to it.

Xu Fan still saw this sentence. After feeling inexplicably moved and touched, he asked Chen Yuanyuan curiously, "Do you also have a story hidden in here?"

Xia Ziling's question was rather novel. She pulled Chen Yuanyuan's arm and asked, "Yuanyuan, how can we hide a story here?"

Chen Yuanyuan glanced at Xia Ziling and said, "You don't need to hide your story."

Xia Ziling asked, puzzled, "Why?"

Chen Yuanyuan said, "Some secrets are practically written all over your face, so whether you hide them or not really doesn't matter."

Hearing this, Xia Ziling was furious, but she knew it was the truth and couldn't be changed, so she rolled her eyes and continued reading the story.

Xu Fan's gaze was drawn to a story.

I stared intently at the handwritten letter, on which lay the story.

Next to the letter was an envelope without an address, probably because it was never mailed.

This memory bank is actually somewhat similar to the Museum of Broken Relationships that Xu Fan once heard about.

The difference is that everything in the Museum of Broken Relationships is related to heartbreak, or rather, to love.

But the contents of the memory bank are much more complex; they may be about love, or they may be about friendship. In any case, the stories you want to keep will be preserved here.

You may forget this story in the future, but it will always be here.

Perhaps there are some things you can't say to that person.

He might just happen to see the story here. Of course, the outcome is unknown, but perhaps this is a way of escaping, or a way of being brave.

Whether you put escapism and courage together depends on how you interpret them.

Xu Fan's gaze remained fixed on the story, or more precisely, the letter.

His unwavering expression caught the attention of Xia Ziling and Chen Yuanyuan, causing all three pairs of eyes to focus on the letter.

Girl, how are you now?

Even after we broke up, I'm still just the same as always, but I still miss you. Missing you doesn't necessarily mean I love you, maybe that's how it is.

We were together for seven years, and we liked each other for seven years. I liked you when you liked to stick to me. Back then, we were envied by others. We met in the sea of ​​people, fell in love, and thought we would stay together for a lifetime.

However, things in reality often don't go as planned, and the ending of the story always goes against our expectations.

We talked about forever, about marriage and having children, but in the end, it still ended in a breakup. This is not the result I wanted, but it is the result we got.

We part ways, leaving only blessings. Learn to let go, even if it's hard to let go.

I still love you, but the memories of reality are rubbing against the edges of the story, making me afraid to love you, and afraid to love anyone else.

We liked each other for so long, were together for so long, and were apart for so long.

I thought the story would end here. You have your life, and I have my feelings. But when I tried to love someone else again, I found it was all in vain.

I'm scared, I dare not do it anymore. I hate my own infatuation, but I'm powerless. I know I can't forget you, and I can't get out of those feelings to fall in love with someone else.

I can't let it go, and I don't want to just settle for this.

Because I know very well that doing this would hurt others.

Girl, how have you been lately? No need to answer, I won't bother you. I'm afraid to love anymore, so let's just not love.

The story isn't actually that sad; in fact, there are some helpless complaints in the letters.

The boy liked the girl, and they were together for seven years, but in the end, they had no choice but to separate.

The boy could never forget the girl, nor could he let go of the past. Unable to move on from his feelings, he wrote this letter.

He tried to love others, but he couldn't, and he didn't dare.

That phrase, "No need for an answer, I won't bother you," really touched the hearts of those who were passionate about it.

That line, "I dare not love anymore, then let's not love," is actually quite heartbreaking.

Chen Yuanyuan shook her head and said, "There are actually many stories like this. The trivialities of life often break many relationships apart. Many people who separate actually have the opportunity to get back together, but the key is that very few people speak up."

Xia Ziling said from the side, "Is it like they said, that I thought you weren't leaving, and that I would try to keep you here?"

Chen Yuanyuan nodded and said, "Although I've never been in a relationship, that's probably what it means."

Upon hearing this, all three of them couldn't help but laugh. Xu Fan's gaze fell on the letter, feeling deeply moved, but he didn't linger on it for long.

He noticed this story simply because it resembled a song he had stumbled upon while browsing the Qingliang Value Mall, and he vaguely felt a strange connection to it.

But he didn't notice.

Under Chen Yuanyuan's guidance, we experienced the stories in the "Memory Bank." Each story has its own emotional significance; it might be a letter, or it might just be a real story.

There aren't many memorable pendants here, like necklaces or bracelets.

All that exists are stories and the mediums that carry them.

Time passed slowly, and occasionally a song by Xu Fan would play in the music library, which surprised the three of them.

Fortunately, Xu Fan was wearing a mask, and because he was accompanied by two women, he wasn't afraid of being recognized.

By the time the three of them had finished exploring the entire memory bank, it was already afternoon.

When they came out of that building, the ground was covered with snow, and the three of them could leave very clear footprints on the ground.

There weren't many pedestrians on the road, and Xu Fan and his two companions strolled around casually.

There was actually a transfer service available, but the three of them stubbornly refused this service.

To be precise, because the snowflakes were quite large, the weather actually became less cold.

It really is true that "it's not cold when it snows, it's cold when the snow melts."

Xu Fan received a call from Fatty. Zhao Feiyang said on the other end, "Old Xu, there's something I need to tell you."

Xu Fan stood on the snow-covered ground, holding his phone, and asked, "What's up?"

Zhao Feiyang said, "Just now, I received an invitation to the Yangben Luné Film Festival, as well as the Luné Film Awards for Best Actor and Best Director."

Xu Fan was stunned when Zhao Feiyang explained, "To be precise, the invitation, the Best Director Award, and the Best Actor Award were all given to you."

Xu Fan asked curiously, "What the heck is this Lorne Film Festival? I've never heard of it before?"

Zhao Feiyang said, "It's a long story. The Lona Film Festival is a film screening festival in Japan, also known as the Lona Awards. Very few people have heard of it. If I hadn't received this invitation, I wouldn't have heard of it either. Do you know what I found out after I looked it up?"

Xu Fan said with a smile, "Stop keeping me in suspense and tell me quickly."

Zhao Feiyang didn't waste any words and said directly, "No one dares to claim the worst award in the world."

Xu Fan almost laughed out of anger, and couldn't help but stop stomping on the snow. He said to Zhao Feiyang on the other end of the phone, "Are you sure it's the worst award? What does he mean by giving it to me? Does he think my movie is too bad, or that my directing skills are too bad?"

Zhao Feiyang said, "Perhaps both."

"Grass!"

Xu Fan couldn't help but swear, his face changing drastically, but he couldn't find a way to vent his anger, so he asked Zhao Feiyang, "Has anyone else won this before?"

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Hearing Xu Fan's words, Zhao Feiyang said, "Throughout history, only a few Chinese films have been 'fortunate' enough to win this award, but not only did no one go to accept it, the most important thing is that those films were really not very good. The key is our films."

Xu Fan was also annoyed by Zhao Feiyang's words, but he understood that there might be something fishy going on.

With his own film a box office hit and receiving excellent domestic feedback, how could he possibly be nominated for the worst film award? So he said, "Do you have any way to get in touch with them and ask about the specifics?"

Zhao Feiyang said, "I've already made contact. I feel there's definitely something fishy going on here. But what's most disgusting is that on the surface, he's offering you the roles of Best Actor and Best Director."

Xu Fan was also frustrated; his good mood had suddenly turned sour.

It's absolutely disgusting.

It sounds impressive, even like something out of a Best Actor award.

But the key point is this Loretta Award, which, according to the fat man, is practically a hotbed for bad movies.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Feiyang went to contact the other party to discuss the specific situation.

Xu Fan was no longer in the mood to stay there, so he said, "Let's go back."

Xu Fan's expression changed as he answered the phone, which Chen Yuanyuan and Xia Ziling both noticed.

Both of them were easy to talk to and quite understanding, so they agreed to go back without hesitation.

After leaving Grandpa Zheng's house, we arrived at the memory bank. It actually took quite a while, but the whole process was quite enjoyable.

But apart from his vivid memory of Zhao Feiyang's phone call, Xu Fan only had that story or that letter that was truly valuable.

For Chen Yuanyuan and Xia Ziling, the fact that the weather was getting colder but they could still dress warmly was a good thing.

On his way home, Xu Fan booked the next available flight to Zhonghai.

The main reason for his trip to Yanjing was to check on the health of Chen Yuanyuan and her husband, and also because Old Zheng needed to speak with him.

Or perhaps he himself had something to discuss with Mr. Zheng.

The matter had been resolved, and he was naturally preparing to return. The key issue was that this kind of thing had happened again at this time, and he didn't want to linger for too long.

Xia Ziling and Chen Yuanyuan did not try to stop him. After saying goodbye, Xu Fan went straight to the airport.

In Zhonghai, Zhao Feiyang sat in a chair at the Superstar Studio, picked up the phone, dialed a number, spoke for a while, hung up, and then dialed another number.

He made countless calls, one after another, before finally stopping, looking out the window with a furrowed brow.

Clearly, receiving an invitation to the Lorne Film Festival out of the blue was not a good thing.

The film "Lost and Love" has been out of theaters for some time, so the award is already somewhat delayed, and it is a film award that is a disgrace.