Xie Xuan disappeared, Du Lingsi collapsed, and after the new impermanence appeared, he was a strange guy with no memory.

The young god in white looks like he knows everything, but he seems to know nothing.

That strange contradiction strongly enveloped him.

For Dulingsi, the so-called new life is probably like this.

If Xie Xuan did not lie, then what he told Jia Lan had already predicted today's situation. He wanted A Miao to live in the torrent of time like ordinary people.

Therefore, in a sense, if you forget Xie Xuan, A Miao's life is completely new.

People seem to be composed of flesh and bones, but in fact, there is no memory in the skin, just the skin, so empty that when the wind blows, it will make a whine.

A real person should be woven little by little by little by little by little.

Those memories are the real flesh and blood.

Tang Ning sat by the bed and slowly closed his eyes.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier.

If A Miao remembers everything, will this cry like the sky in Leizhou?

Unfortunately, A Miao, who has become a piece of white paper, can never give an answer again.

Tang Ning listened to the sound of rain in the dark, and suddenly his body tilted and fell on the quilt.

She opened her eyes and looked at A Miao.

The young woman with a pale face stared at her without blinking.

"Cousin?" Tang Ning called out.

Ah Miao said: "I still can't remember anything."

Tang Ning sighed deeply, patted her hand and said, "Don't be anxious, maybe I will remember it in two days."

A Miao shook her head, her face becoming increasingly ugly: "I don't know if I can remember it."

She looked at Tang Ning, and the more she looked, the more unfamiliar she became: "Do you and I behave like each other?"

Tang Ning sat up, got out of bed and pulled his shoes to look for the mirror: "It's not like it, right? After all, it's three thousand miles apart. I don't know how many three thousand miles apart are there between my cousin and me? Apart from being both girls, I really don't look very much."

She took out a diamond glass? She handed it to A Miao.

A Miao took it and looked at her face carefully? She looked at Tang Ning again: "The eyes are quite similar."

Tang Ning also leaned over and the two girls' faces were sticking together: "Well? They are all almond eyes."

A Miao put down the mirror and sighed? She chuckled softly: "I don't know why? I feel much more comfortable when I see my face."

She turned to look at Tang Ning and smiled and said, "But we don't really look alike. You are much better-looking than me."

"That's it." Tang Ning lay on the quilt? He put on a smug look? "I've been said to be a fairy since I was a child."

Upon hearing this, A Miao was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

There was finally a warm blood on her pale face.

"Are you not ashamed at all? Who would say that to me?" Ah Miao smiled so hard that her stomach hurts? She threw away the mirror and hugged herself.

Seeing this, Tang Ning pounced on her and scratched her itch: "Didn't you say I'm good-looking first?"

A Miao couldn't stop laughing: "I thought you would be humble."

"Who wants to be humble? Of course, you have to be proud when you should be proud." Tang Ning also laughed.

Two girls were laughing in a messy bed?

Sure enough? She is the only one left? It is right.

Otherwise, A Miao, who remembers nothing, would suddenly see a group of strange guys, and would be even more panicked. When she opened her mind, even if she was just half-believing and half-doubting, it would be much easier to explain the identities of Jialan and others.

Tang Ning smiled so hard that tears blew out of the corners of his eyes.

It seems that she hasn't smiled happily like this for a long time.

It was not half a month since she discovered Jia Lan in the well, but her life seemed to have been around three times again.

When he was resurrected from the dead, the life of the lame Tangning ended.

When he discovered the cause of his mother's death, Tang Ning, who was immersed in his dream, also died.

Now she was breathing, carrying a vermilion mole that only gods could have. She was walking a path full of misty, and she could no longer see the direction she was moving forward.

Smiling, laughing, the laughter of the two gradually became lighter.

A Miao touched her shoulder and whispered: "What should I do if I can't remember it all the time?"

Tang Ning turned his face and tears slid down the corners of his eyes into his hair: "Don't be afraid, even if he really can't remember it, it doesn't matter."

"Why doesn't it matter?" Ah Miao said, "I don't know anything, what can I do and how can I survive?"

Tang Ning blinked, and more tears rolled out from his eyes.

"Why are you crying?"

"I don't know either……"

The two of them lay on their side, looking at each other.

"Don't cry, you're like this, I want to cry too."

"But...you're already crying..."

Tears wet the cheeks.

The room was quiet.

Sadness and happiness are so different.

Tang Ning raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears from A Miao's face: "Cousin, it really doesn't matter. You will live in a new house, meet new people, and live a new life."

"If you can't remember the past, you can't remember it. Just remember the future."

Her calm tone is inexplicably at ease.

A Miao's helpless heart fell back to its original place little by little.

Outside the door, Xie Xiaobai, who was still holding a half of the hotpot, looked up at Jialan.

"What's wrong? Why don't you go in?" The silver-haired boy dusted the water vapor stained from his clothes.

Xie Xiaobai said softly, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Jialan didn't hear a word clearly, and frowned and said, "Swallow it and talk."

"…Woo…Woo…Woo…” Xie Xiaobai’s little mouth was small, and he chewed half a pot of rice for a long time before he swallowed it. “I said, I don’t want to go in.”

"Um?"

Xie Xiaobai stomped on him and said, "Has your fox's ear been blocked by the rain? I said I don't want to go in!"

Jialan still frowned, looking like he didn't hear clearly: "You said you don't want to go in?"

When Xie Xiaobai heard this, he wanted to throw the salt sold in his hand into his face: "You fake fox! What ears did you give birth to!"

His little face was full of impatientness.

When he came back, he was still very happy and said that he wanted to sell all the tray he brought back for Tang Ning to eat. Why did he come to the door but say that he doesn't want to go in?

Jialan listened to the movement in the room and looked down at him: "Are you yelling to see your mother? Why don't you go in?"

Xie Xiaobai barefoot and circled back and forth in front of the door: "I don't know, I don't want to go in anyway. I'll just wait for my mother to come out and go see her..."

He muttered and retreated to the rain curtain.

Jialan stretched out his hand and blocked the rain for him: "Don't you want to see the person who woke up in the room?"

Xie Xiaobai lowered his head, and the steamed manure in his hand was gradually blown away by the wind.

"I don't think I should go."
Chapter completed!