Chapter 777 So Close
"Alright, let's go here."
Hearing the name of the place, Fiorello felt a strange sense of familiarity.
The car started, and along the way, the driver chatted with Fiorello.
"Is this your first time in Cyberland?" the driver said. "I've been driving a cab for ten years, and I know this place like the back of my hand. Ten years ago, this area was all empty land. Look at it now, skyscrapers everywhere, developing so fast."
Fiorello responded, "It's not my first time, but I don't remember much from before."
"So, are you here for tourism or job hunting?" the driver asked. "I know some job agencies well, and I can also help with accommodation and stuff."
Fiorello chuckled, "You have quite a lot of services."
"Got to make a living," the driver said, talking freely. "I have three kids at home, and this is Cyberland, the pressure is high. Plus, my parents are back in my hometown. I can't afford not to make money. Are you married with kids? You look so handsome, you must be married, and your wife must be beautiful and gentle."
Fiorello had never thought about having a wife and kids.
After losing his memory, he had no recollection of his past. All he knew was that he and Melissa were a couple, and his father was Desmond.
After Desmond and Melissa started showing flaws, Fiorello began to doubt everything.
Fiorello said uncertainly, "Maybe I do."
The driver laughed, "How can you not be sure about something like that? Either you do or you don't. How can you not know if you have a wife and kids?"
Fiorello didn't respond. This time, he really didn't know how to answer. He didn't know if he had them or not.
The car moved forward; it was already early morning.
The streets of Cyberland weren't very lively, only getting busier when they reached the night market street.
The taxi driver dropped Fiorello at the entrance of the night market and said, "Just walk in from here. There are lots of food stalls and hotels where you can rest if you're tired."
"Thanks." Fiorello paid and walked into the food street.
It was late, and there weren't many people around, mostly couples or nearby residents coming for barbecue.
In Fiorello's impression, it was his first time here, but looking at the shops on both sides, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, which made him happy.
Maybe here, he could find his lost memories.
Fiorello walked to the entrance of a coffee shop. The shop was already closed, and he stood at the door, with some scattered fragments flashing through his mind.
In his memory, it seemed like a girl asked him if he wanted coffee. The image was a bit blurry, but it seemed like he ordered a cup of coffee.
He walked further, and many street vendors were starting to pack up as it was late.
Fiorello noticed a small jewelry stall, run by a girl in her early twenties, displaying handmade plastic earrings and rings.
The girl was also preparing to pack up.
Fiorello, as if guided by some unseen force, walked over and asked, "How much is this?"
He picked up a pair of cherry earrings. The food street, the jewelry stall, the girl running the stall, the handmade cherry earrings—all of these felt very familiar to him.
His memories of setting up a stall at the night market with Maggie were gradually being awakened.
At the other end of this food street, Maggie was sitting by the roadside with Donald, eating barbecue and drinking coffee. They weren't drinking alcohol tonight.
Donald had never had such cheap coffee before; he usually drank coffee and tea costing hundreds of dollars or wine costing thousands.
Donald took a sip, finding the taste strange. He wasn't used to it and set it aside, letting it cool.
He hadn't expected Maggie to bring him for barbecue. The place was drafty, and it was a bit cold at night.
Maggie was almost done with her coffee. She glanced at Donald and smiled, "I used to come here often with Fiorello for barbecue and coffee."
Donald was surprised, "Fiorello likes coming to places like this?"
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