Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 74

Chapter 74: Scenery.

 

Silence filled the room. Su Zhao’s words became self-talk.

 

But she didn’t believe her sense was wrong. After divining again, she pushed her wheelchair to the front of the crabapple flowers.

 

She reached out, intending to knock the crabapple flowers down, but the vase moved backward, making her swing miss.

 

The vase lightly tapped the table as it hopped. Su Zhao’s ear twitched. She swung back for another swift sweep, but the vase jumped high and avoided it again.

 

The two failures made Su Zhao annoyed. She sped up her arm movements, but the vase was like a mosquito flying right in front of her that she couldn’t swat.

 

Finally, the vase directly settled on top of Su Zhao’s head. Su Zhao reached up, intending to smack her own forehead, but someone behind her grabbed her hand. Then came that familiar yet strange voice.

 

“Heh heh, it’s been a long time. You’ve become quite enthusiastic.”

 

Su Zhao struggled continuously.

 

Yun Huiming sighed insincerely. After a snap of her fingers, the humidity in the room suddenly rose, and water vapor condensed into ropes that bound both of Su Zhao’s hands.

 

Su Zhao’s face turned red from holding her breath, but she couldn’t escape the restraint. Then, she felt the white silk veil over her eyes being taken off.

 

At this moment, she quieted down, only saying softly, “Give it back to me.”

 

Yun Huiming took the vase off her head and placed it back where it was. Then, she pushed her wheelchair away and sat on the table in front of her.

 

Dressed in a Great Peace Daoist robe, with a sword hairpin securing her hair, she had delicate features and wore a silver bracelet on her wrist, engraved with a few plum blossoms.

 

She stretched lazily, then looked at Su Zhao’s expressionless eyes. “It’s hard to imagine you talking to me like this, but why are your legs also lame?”

 

Su Zhao’s tone was icy. “None of your business. Aren’t you only concerned about Mei Xin? Aren’t you afraid your good disciple will misunderstand you for taking my thing?”

 

Yun Huiming casually tied the silk veil in her hand into a bow, reached out, and placed it on the top of the other party’s head. After putting it on, she nodded continuously. “Ah, this is the Little Zhao I remember.”

 

Su Zhao, who didn’t have much dignity to begin with, lost half of it again after putting on this thing.

 

Yun Huiming took the crabapple flower out of the vase to admire it and smiled mischievously. “Tell me, how did you find me?”

 

Su Zhao used magic to remove the bow from her head, and then the bow unfolded and covered her eyes again.

 

Yun Huiming chuckled. “Why are you more rigid than Little Tan? I remember the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion didn’t mandate wearing this eye veil.”

 

Su Zhao sneered. “Do you know how long you’ve been dead? Many things have changed during the time you were in deep sleep.”

 

Yun Huiming tapped her head with the crabapple branch. “Hiss! Been asleep for too long, I can’t remember. Was the red-robed immortal who ran off with Junior Martial Niece Shen just now her Dao Companion?”

 

When she mentioned this, Yun Huiming’s originally lazy posture immediately straightened. She gossiped enthusiastically: “I vaguely sensed their relationship. I didn’t expect Junior Martial Niece Shen, the person who confuses a flirtatious glance with an eye twitch, to actually have a Dao Companion. Quickly tell me what’s going on!”

 

Su Zhao scoffed coldly. “Who do you think you are? Why should I listen to you?”

 

Yun Huiming looked genuinely hurt. “I still prefer the old you, the one who followed me calling me ‘Elder Sister’ one moment after another. And the current you…”

 

She paused, then threw the crabapple branch in her hand into Su Zhao’s lap, followed by a light laugh. “You’re full of the smell of hatred.”

 

Her lips were still upturned, but her eyes held no warmth. Yun Huiming chuckled. “Speak, what did you come here for?”

 

Su Zhao raised her head and sighed helplessly. “Are you the only one allowed to be good to your disciple? Of course, I came here to look for my Deputy Pavilion Master.”

 

“Oh, I almost forgot. Your Deputy Pavilion Master almost made the Heavenly Dao reveal my hiding spot. However, she doesn’t seem human. She’s more like a walking corpse. Heh heh, are you considering transferring your Deputy Pavilion Master? She is very suitable for cultivating the Heartless Dao.”

 

Su Zhao: “…No transfer. Haven’t you learned your lesson from cultivating the Heartless Dao?”

 

Genuine regret appeared on Yun Huiming’s face. She simply lay on her side on the table and complained ungracefully, “Alas, who knew it would turn out this way.”

 

Su Zhao lowered her eyes, much calmer. “Yes, who would have thought that a heartless person like you would give up the opportunity for great achievement in the Heartless Dao and choose Mei Xin? It’s utterly ironic.”

 

A touch of self-mockery appeared on Yun Huiming’s face. “Yes, I turned out to be a fool too.”

 

She was mocking herself. Aside from the Heartless Dao, she couldn’t form any obsession with anyone or anything. However, to achieve great success in the Heartless Dao, one must break all obsessions.

 

This meant that to achieve the Heartless Dao, she first had to abandon the Heartless Dao.

 

She attempted to feign other obsessions or deceive the Heavenly Dao by acting, but both failed.

 

After realizing this, she drifted aimlessly for a long time. One day, a sudden stirring in her heart led her to find a girl lacking an emotional aperture under a plum tree.

 

Because of her blue eyes, the girl was treated as a monster and pelted with stones by the village children.

 

Yun Huiming chased away the children and reached out to her.

 

Having walked through life and death, and with so much time having passed, the temperature of that day was still vividly clear. Mei Xin’s hand in her palm sent a chill down her spine.

 

Someone without an emotional aperture cultivating the Heartless Dao wouldn’t need to break obsessions. Such a person was naturally suited for the Heartless Dao. She thought simply at the time.

 

Since she couldn’t stand on the mountain peak, she would cultivate someone who could.

 

But the story didn’t follow her plan. Mei Xin developed an emotional aperture because of her, and she developed an obsession because of Mei Xin. They both became defective products of the Heartless Dao.

 

The more Yun Huiming thought about it, the more she felt like an idiot. She despised those trapped by emotions the most. In her original form, she should have severed her obsession with a single sword stroke to achieve the Great Dao.

 

But, she simply couldn’t bring herself to do it.

 

Yun Huiming sighed. It seemed Mei Xin’s emotional aperture hadn’t been completely removed, so she could only continue to hide.

 

She only came here to see Su Zhao.

 

Yun Huiming sat up. She put a finger to her lips. “Shh, forget it.”

 

Su Zhao’s expression went blank for a moment. She struggled fiercely to remember but still had her memory extracted.

 

A wisp of smoke flew out from the top of Su Zhao’s head, landed in Yun Huiming’s hand, and finally condensed into the shape of a crescent moon.

 

Yun Huiming smiled faintly. “Junior Martial Niece’s technique is quite useful, but unfortunately, it can only be used on those with weaker cultivation.”

 

“Alas,” Yun Huiming sighed, “I shouldn’t have taught her to be so strong.”

 

She crushed the crescent moon in her palm, gave Su Zhao a deep look, and then disappeared from the spot.

 

When Su Zhao woke up, she felt a sense of bewilderment. She attempted a divination, but this time the Heavenly Dao’s prophecy was obscured by a golden haze.

 

She picked up the crabapple flower on her lap. After a moment of silence, she murmured to herself, “She was here.”

 

Yun Huiming transformed into wind, wanting to rush back, but on the way, she unexpectedly encountered Mei Xin. The wind braked suddenly and hid.

 

Mei Xin didn’t notice her. She walked all the way toward the forbidden area of the Nine Heavens Sect. Out of concern, Yun Huiming followed.

 

The usually quiet forbidden area was quite lively, with various musical sounds blending together, making the valley seem more ethereal.

 

This was a valley. The restrictions at the entrance had been cleverly lifted. The stone engraved with “Nine Heavens Forbidden Area, Entry Prohibited” became the biggest joke.

 

Mei Xin peered into the valley entrance. There were two people standing side by side in the valley. After a moment of thought, she quietly murmured, “Master said to stand far away at times like this.”

 

The breeze in the valley paused, and the music also slowed.

 

Despite the minor flaws, Shen Yirong was not disappointed. The flowers, grasses, and trees in the valley had all grown into the shapes of musical instruments. They would sound when the wind blew, showing no resemblance to a forbidden area.

 

Moreover, the floral scent here was perfect; it was not the so-called miasma.

 

After a while, Shen Yirong felt inexplicably cold, as if she were seeing a ghost.

 

Normally, she would approach Song Yin, but this time she couldn’t move her steps, feeling a strange tension.

 

However, Song Yin came closer. She grabbed Shen Yirong’s hand. “Do you like it?”

 

The coldness seemed to have dissipated a lot, but Shen Yirong still dared not look up. She looked at the scenery ahead, and as she looked, she noticed varying degrees of bulging at the base of the trees.

 

Cold sweat trickled down. Could this be…

 

Out of internal fear, Shen Yirong couldn’t help but press close to Song Yin. “It is beautiful, but this is a forbidden area. Is it really okay?”

 

Song Yin: “It’s fine. Sect Master Chang won’t mind.”

 

Shen Yirong didn’t mean that. “I mean, won’t this place be very dangerous?”

 

Song Yin said confidently, “No.”

 

A more powerful burst of music erupted. The trees seemed to be showing their friendliness, but Shen Yirong felt like they were going crazy from being repressed for too long.

 

Feeling it was eerie, Shen Yirong squeezed closer to Song Yin again.

 

The curve of Song Yin’s mouth slowly widened. Choosing this spot seemed to have been the right decision.

 

There was no danger in this forbidden area.

 

Although it was called a forbidden area, it was actually a graveyard where successive Sect Masters of the Nine Heavens Sect were buried.

 

The Nine Heavens Sect had strict rules, and the Sect Masters had even more rules to abide by. They hoped to be free from constraints after death, so they didn’t erect tombstones, only planting a tree over their graves.

 

Perhaps because their regrets were too heavy and their obsessions lingered, whenever someone came here, the entire valley would resonate with their chorus, sending blessings to the person.

 

Because of this characteristic, the place was almost becoming a tourist attraction.

 

To prevent the successive Sect Masters from being overworked to death, Chang Yuantan designated this place as a forbidden area.

 

But Song Yin didn’t know these things. She only knew the scenery was good and it wasn’t dangerous. Coupled with the fact that she was injured and couldn’t perceive the abnormality of the place, she didn’t feel there was a problem.

 

Shen Yirong took a step forward, shielding Song Yin behind her.

 

Huh? Why is the surrounding music getting louder!

 

Shen Yirong couldn’t help but ask, “Venerable, why did you bring me here?”

 

“Because the scenery is very good, I wanted you to see it.”

 

Shen Yirong was silent for a while. Song Yin’s eyes had never seemed so bright. If the other party had a tail, it would probably be wagging like a propeller.

 

Shen Yirong, who had wanted to complain, was instantly choked. In this strange atmosphere surrounded by music, she said against her will, “Thank you.”

 

This answer didn’t satisfy Song Yin. The curve of her mouth slowly disappeared.

 

She couldn’t resist transmitting a message to the Second Protector.

 

“Didn’t you say this place was good?”

 

The Second Protector’s weakness caused by shedding her skin had long been healed. She had been helping the First Protector process the backlog of official documents these past few days.

 

Sleep-deprived, when she heard Song Yin’s message, her snake brain was still hazy. After a moment of confusion, she remembered what the Venerable had asked before.

 

What was that place with good scenery in the Nine Heavens Sect?

 

“Venerable, please wait a moment.”

 

She shook her head and dug through a pile of jade slips to find the Nine Heavens Sect’s information. After reading it carefully, she replied.

 

“This Valley of Myriad Sounds is indeed the most scenic spot in the Nine Heavens Sect.”

 

Hearing the other party’s official tone, Song Yin couldn’t help but ask: Where is Qi Wu?

 

“Venerable, she’s sick from exhaustion.”

 

Song Yin, who was about to change the person asking the question, suddenly found her conscience. She raised an eyebrow: Tell her to rest well. She can choose any high-grade elixir. After she recovers, she is not to return to her post.

 

“Please forgive my foolishness, what does ‘return to her post’ mean?”

 

She accidentally used a word she learned in her dream.

 

Song Yin explained: Tell her to continue resting after she gets better. If she overexerts herself again, this Venerable will kick her out of the Demon Palace.

 

The Second Protector smiled faintly. She was genuinely happy for Qi Wu, but she also worried: Venerable, why are you using a communication artifact? Are you injured?

 

“No.”

 

After lying, Song Yin remembered that the Second and Fourth Protectors spent every day together. Song Yin felt that the other party must be very experienced.

 

It was just that this was a private matter, and she didn’t know how to bring it up.

 

After hesitating for a while, Song Yin vaguely asked: What do you and the Fourth Protector usually do?

 

The Second Protector thought Song Yin was checking up on her. She scratched her head with the tip of her tail.

 

“Cultivate, sleep, and handle palace affairs.”

 

Song Yin frowned after hearing this. It sounded very normal. She and her Master were only missing the last one.

 

Handling palace affairs?

 

It didn’t sound like a good choice. Maybe she should follow those novels she read.

 

But Song Yin instantly flushed at the memory of the novel content.

 

No! I should ask a real-life couple.

 

So Song Yin asked nervously: Just these things?

 

The Second Protector was confused. She and the Fourth Protector both held high positions and were usually very busy. Unlike Qi Wu, they often went out on missions.

 

After pondering deeply, the Second Protector did find something special. Thinking that humans were subtle, she considered it and used a more refined expression.

 

“Dual cultivation.”

 

Song Yin was completely stunned.

 

Shen Yirong felt her body temperature was too high. Looking back, the exposed parts of the other party were all red—her neck, face, and even her hands weren’t spared.

 

Ha! I knew this place was wicked! Even a favored child of the Heavenly Dao is ripe!

 

Shen Yirong grabbed Song Yin’s hand and ran out of the valley. The trees played their music even more joyfully.

 

It felt like background music accompaniment, and had the song even changed?

 

Song Yin was caught off guard and pulled forward by her. The clear wind and the music harmonized. This feeling was very much like being firmly chosen by her Master.

 

Song Yin had the illusion that she was eloping with her Master. She looked at her Master’s back, suddenly wishing the road ahead had no end, that they could keep running forever.

 

But the road had an end. They returned to the place where the crabapple blossoms flourished.

 

Only after sensing no danger did Shen Yirong stop. She suddenly realized this action was a bit rude. She wanted to let go but found the other party gripping her hand tightly.

 

Shen Yirong didn’t struggle. She looked at the small path surrounded by crabapple flowers and chuckled. “The scenery here is also good.”

 

Song Yin frowned. “The symbolism is bad.”

 

Shen Yirong was puzzled. “What?”

 

A trace of disgust was hidden in Song Yin’s eyes. “This crabapple flower was planted for Yun Huiming, but Yun Huiming chose Mei Xin.”

 

Isn’t this the classic tree of the loser?

 

Shen Yirong understood Song Yin’s underlying meaning. She looked up at the pink and white sky. Normally, she would have wanted to inquire about other people’s stories.

 

But now, she was trapped in her own story, unsure how to write the next page.

 

She was deceiving Song Yin. Because her past was too ugly, she didn’t even have the courage to speak it.

 

If she continued this mistake of a life, it would be unfair to Song Yin.

 

The other party seemed to genuinely like her. Because it was a sincere heart, Shen Yirong had many reservations.

 

She couldn’t figure out a solution.

 

Tsk, if only that fake system wasn’t there.

 

Shen Yirong had been resistant to recovering her memory, but without memory, she was like being in a fog, always having her vision obscured.

 

Perhaps she could find clues about the fake system from the memories she discarded.

 

However, since she could extract her own memory, could she extract Song Yin’s memory?

 

As long as the memories related to Shen Yi were extracted, Song Yin would still be Song Yin, and she could return to the present world without worries.

 

When this thought surfaced, the first thing Shen Yirong felt was a wave of panic. She didn’t want Song Yin to forget her.

 

Shen Yirong felt as if she were standing at a crossroads. Whichever path she took, she would regret it.

 

But forgetting seemed to be the best option.

 

Shen Yirong had already planned her retreat. She reached out, plucked a crabapple flower, and tucked it onto Song Yin’s head. “Beautiful.”

 

Song Yin felt that the person in front of her was different. A lot of panic welled up in her heart, but she was afraid of startling her Master, so she forced herself to calm down. “Are you talking about the flower?”

 

Shen Yirong looked closely at Song Yin’s face. “The Venerable is beautiful.”

 

This sentence was absolutely sincere. Song Yin felt soothed. After a moment of internal struggle, she turned her head and said, “You are also beautiful.”

 

Seeing her awkwardness, Shen Yirong couldn’t help but laugh. “The Venerable is not as brave as the you in the mirror.”

 

When Shen Yirong mentioned Little Song, Song Yin immediately bristled. Her face was cold, but anyone could hear the jealousy in her words.

 

“You’re implying this Venerable is old.”

 

Hey! Heaven is my witness, Shen Yirong had never thought that.

 

But why didn’t she realize this person was so cute before?

 

Perhaps she had, but she just never thought of it that way.

 

But Shen Yirong also felt a pang of jealousy. She playfully kicked Song Yin’s leg. “And you have a harem.”

 

Song Yin: “? What? What harem!”

 

Shen Yirong was shocked by the surprise on Song Yin’s face. “You don’t have a harem? Those cauldrons?”

 

Song Yin had been in seclusion for years. She realized her reputation was somewhat precarious.

 

She hurriedly explained, “That was Qi Wu’s doing! I didn’t even understand it properly. I thought it was to protect those people and enhance the reputation of the Demon Palace. I don’t have one!”

 

Seeing Song Yin urgently trying to explain, Shen Yirong suddenly crouched down, biting her fingernails and starting to think.

 

On second thought, there weren’t many people living in the Inner Palace, and she hadn’t heard any gossip about jealousy.

 

Hmm? With so many cauldrons around, Song Yin has zero scandals?

 

No, that wasn’t right. She, this bastard who looks very much like the Sword Venerable, is the only object of gossip.

 

Shen Yirong was silent. A fake system is indeed a fake system. The plot synopsis it provided was also fake.

 

This is fundamentally not a harem story!

 

Shen Yirong laughed at her own slow realization.

 

Song Yin still thought she didn’t believe her. She also crouched down, disregarding her image, and her speech quickened. “I really don’t.”

 

Seeing Shen Yirong unmoving, Song Yin reached out and cupped Shen Yirong’s face. “You have to believe me.”

 

Shen Yirong’s previously serious face suddenly broke into a smile.

 

Only then did Song Yin realize she had been tricked. She wanted to be angry, but the person in front of her was laughing so happily, so she waited with a cold face until the other party finished laughing.

 

Shen Yirong wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. “I’m sorry. Is the Venerable angry?”

 

Song Yin turned her head away. “No.”

 

But after a moment, Song Yin turned back to look at Shen Yirong. “Would that make you sad?”

 

Song Yin was desperate for an answer.

 

Shen Yirong had wanted to tease her, but the other party’s tone was so cautious, and she remembered that Song Yin’s first half of life had truly not been smooth.

 

Sighing softly, Shen Yirong decided to put away her malicious nature.

 

She reached out and wrapped her arms around the person, her voice gentle. “Yes, of course. I hope the Venerable belongs only to me.”

 

Shen Yirong’s voice whispered in her ear, so close.

 

Song Yin dared not dream of such goodness. She didn’t dare make a sound, afraid this was a dream that would shatter at a touch.

 

But in the end, she couldn’t resist. “Then you just now…”

 

Shen Yirong was a little embarrassed. “The fact that the Venerable likes me surprised me too much. I temporarily forgot about everything else.”

 

Shen Yirong was completely immersed in the various emotions of being liked by Song Yin. The other reason was that, without her noticing, Song Yin’s harem had too little presence.

 

But how should I confess? Shen Yirong doesn’t have much experience with this either!

 

Maybe I should learn from Little Song! Use a series of parallel sentences.

 

But her answer seemed to give Song Yin courage. The courageous one took the lead.

 

Song Yin embraced her. This time the embrace was very gentle. “I want to be with you, not as a cauldron and not as a female official.”

 

“I know you love freedom and yearn for the untamed wind. I promise I won’t be a constraint on you.”

 

“If you get tired of flying, look back. I will always be behind you.”

 

Shen Yirong was stunned, but these words were the third time she had heard them.

 

The first time was in the mirror, from Little Song.

 

The second and third times were from Song Yin.

 

She was no longer as overwhelmed as before, but her emotions still couldn’t help but fluctuate.

 

Shen Yirong closed her eyes and sighed softly. “I’m a very bad liar. Would you still like that?”

 

Song Yin laughed lightly. “What a coincidence. Isn’t the Demon Venerable the biggest villain in the world? A villain and a liar are a match made in heaven.”

 

Shen Yirong was amused by her. How did this person suddenly become so articulate?

 

The one who was pampered and arrogant boldly smacked Song Yin’s back. “Let’s go back. It would be quite embarrassing if someone saw us.”

 

Song Yin instantly recalled many bad things. She looked around suspiciously and urgently pulled Shen Yirong. “Let’s go.”

 

They were still laughing and fooling around on the way, of course, the laughter and fooling belonged mostly to Shen Yirong.

 

“Can you try to mimic Little Song’s words? The one about ‘I like to see snowy days’.”

 

Song Yin resisted: “No!”

 

Shen Yirong sighed in disappointment.

 

After a moment of silence, Song Yin’s stiff voice rang out. “I like… I like to see snowy… snowy days…”

 

The two passed through the patch of crabapple trees and disappeared at the end of the road.

 

Mei Xin walked out from behind a crabapple tree, clutching a recording stone in her hand.

 

The images recorded by this stone not only moved but also had sound.

 

She studied it repeatedly for a while, a hint of realization appearing in her eyes.

 

So this is a confession? It seems even simpler than the Heartless Dao.

 

Mei Xin placed the recording stone into her spatial ring. This thing belonged to someone else, she couldn’t damage it.

 

She wanted to practice a couple of lines, but someone behind her called out.

 

“Venerable Mei, why are you here?”

 

Mei Xin turned to look at Yao Jun. She said honestly, “Practicing.”

 

Yao Jun adhered to proper etiquette and didn’t ask further. A hint of worry was etched between her eyebrows. “Has Venerable seen the great Sword Venerable?”

 

Mei Xin pointed a finger. “They went that way.”

 

Yao Jun bowed. “Thank you for the directions, Venerable.”

 

Yao Jun got the information, but she walked a few steps forward and hesitated, finally not heading in the direction Mei Xin pointed.

 

Mei Xin looked at her retreating back in confusion.

 

Remembering that Chang Yuantan hadn’t taken her medicine, Mei Xin temporarily abandoned the idea of practicing.

 

She walked two steps and then stopped, reaching out to feel the sensation of the wind blowing. “Wind?”

 

The clear wind circled around her, then vanished in an instant.

 

Mei Xin withdrew her hand and walked towards the mountain peak.

 

Night shrouded the land. The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion hovered in the sky above the Nine Heavens Sect.

 

Shen Shuci returned half-dead from exhaustion. She had no mind to look at the strange phenomenon of the twin moons in the sky.

 

One of those moons was not inhabited by Chang’e and the Jade Rabbit, but by a bunch of idiots!

 

The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion was doomed!

 

Shen Shuci, who had graded homework all day, lay on the bed, intending to enter a beautiful sleep mode, when she heard footsteps outside the door.

 

Shen Shuci shot up into a sitting position with a swift movement. “Who is it!”

 

“It’s me.”

 

Shen Yirong’s voice.

 

Shen Shuci instantly forgot her fatigue. She quickly stepped forward and opened the door, indeed seeing Shen Yirong standing outside.

 

Shen Yirong wouldn’t come to her late at night for no reason; she certainly wasn’t here just to see her.

 

Despite this, Shen Shuci was happy to lead the person into the room and used magic to light up the room.

 

Shen Yirong used another spell to return the room to its original darkness.

 

Shen Shuci was very perceptive and lowered her voice. “Who do you need me to kill?”

 

Shen Yirong: “? Am I that brutal?”

 

Shen Shuci gave an awkward laugh. “You were, actually, but you’re not now.”

 

Perhaps feeling she had spoken too much, Shen Shuci immediately said, “But it’s better to not have that memory. You’re quite good now.”

 

Shen Yirong stared intently at Shen Shuci, making the system Shen Shuci feel embarrassed.

 

She straightened her face. “Speak. Anything I can do, I will certainly act.”

 

Shen Shuci was also quite capable. Aside from defeating Song Yin and restoring memories, she could gradually achieve other things by relying on the Heavenly Dao’s prophecies.

 

She waited confidently for the Host to assign a mission.

 

Under her gaze, Shen Yirong softly spoke.

 

“I want to retrieve my memory.”