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The mall at ten o'clock in the morning is still very quiet, and few people come out to shop.

Yan Zhuan looked at the thick background album and took a pen to make notes.

Zhen Yi was sitting next to her holding a glass of juice, mumbling while drinking: "Eh, that looks good, light blue, the one with stars."

With a glance at the words, he wrote down the number and turned his head. Zhen Yi's juice was delivered to his mouth: "Well."

He glanced quietly, she was irregular in drinking juice, the straw was deflated and twisted. After a while, he lowered his head and took a sip.

After selecting 9 pictures, the two entered the camera machine.

This time, he took the initiative unexpectedly.

Sometimes she hugged her and lowered her head close to her cheek; sometimes she bent her body to make her hoop around her neck, and sometimes she stood sideways and let her stand behind him and bend his body ...

Zhen Yi was very pleasantly surprised, her face was full of smiles, and her raised lips could not be closed.

At the end, he left her a kiss.

When Zhen Yi walked out of the camera, she was happy and moisturized as if she had just loved it. The proprietress couldn't help but look into the machine suspiciously. Did they do what they did just now?

After the photos were washed out, the proprietress moved the cutter from the cabinet to cut the photos. In a blink of an eye, Ge Ge saw him and Zhen Yi 8 years ago.

Nine small photos are neatly pasted under the glass cabinet.

He felt like a dream for a moment. Eight years ago, they were like that, green, tender, childish, and vigorous. After 8 years, the photo turned yellow and faded, and the teenager and the girl inside clung together intimately and clumsily.

On the way back to the car, Zhen Yi sat on the co-pilot and was very happy: "It must be the lady boss who thinks you are too handsome, so I printed one more photo of us and posted it as an advertisement. Hey, neither of me Remember when you took a photo poster. "

Holding the comparison between what she was back to today, she was happy to find:

"What a coincidence, we all have the same posture, that is, we have grown up for 8 years."

Of course, the same posture, because he remembers all of them one by one, and even the order is correct.

"Faith, you were so cute at that time, no wonder I like you so much .... Um, now I am more handsome ... Well, I used to be so green ..." She took a photo in one hand and looked at it, No matter what stage he found, she liked it.

She sincerely said: "Speech, if it is you, when you are old, I will also like your old look." She put the photo on her chest, turning her eyes, thinking,

"When you are old, you will have a silver hair, and you will also be a quiet and calm old man. Haha. Think I will haunt you all my life. When you become an old man, I'm still jumping around you, haha. Alright. "

She was overjoyed and laughed at herself.

Driving the car with undivided heart, but thinking about her old age uncontrollably, it must be the cool and spicy grandma in the mouth of her grandchildren, or lively and lively like now, always curious and longing for life , Pulling him to do many weird attempts.

"Wow, the spring flowers are so beautiful." Zhen Yi was lying by the window and was attracted by the spring scenery in the forest.

It was early spring when it rained in the deep mountains of Jiuxi. The woods were replaced with new clothes, all green and tender. They looked fresh and relaxed. The spring flowers on both sides of the road are yellow and bright, and the waterfalls cover the hillsides.

Bright yellow and tender green, it looks really nice together.

His lips were bent very shallowly, and with her, he saw many unparalleled beauty in this world.

Half an hour later, he entered the garden. Zhen Yi looked up at the four characters of "Jiuxi Yanzhuang" painted on the floor, and looked at the surrounding mountains and ancient paintings. He was surprised and excited, sighing:

"Speech, it turns out that you grew up here since childhood. No wonder ..."

"Well, I'll show you where I live," he answered.

Due to the rain the night before, the mist and rain in the courtyard were hazy, more like a quiet Jiangnan ink painting. Walking on the wet bluestone board, the water vapor came up, and Zhen Yi felt that her calf was a little cold, but fortunately, the palm of her hand was very ironed and warmed into her heart a little bit.

She held the hand by him, walked up the terrace, and went into the room to watch. The room was elegant and clean. She looked around happily. Her eyes finally fell on the wooden staircase. She turned around and asked him:

"Won't this be your bedroom?"

"Ok."

"Can I sleep on it tonight?"

"Ok."

She was like a child who was about to get to candy, and trot up immediately with joy, the wooden stairs were all her footsteps.

Going up to the second floor, she pushed open six wooden doors and looked at the elegant room. She said: "Speech, your bedroom is really ... beautiful." After saying the word, she thought, maybe "style" and "taste" more suitable?

She looks like the first time, looking left and right, seeing everything feels good; her favorite is of course the small piece of grass under the steps. She stood on the grass, looking up at the sky, tall and very blue, a ray of sunlight on her hair, dyed with a golden halo.

"I like you here so much," she said.

He leaned against the door, without saying a word, just looking at her cheerfully like that.

She looked again at the big, round, low wooden bed on the steps, and other thoughts floated in her heart. It was so sweet to sleep with him on the dark blue bed at night.

Just thinking, there was a knock on the door twice.

Zhen Yi looked back at him: "Who?"

"Designer." He reached out to her and waited for her to hand over, took her downstairs, weighed for a moment, and slowly said, "It's here to make a dress for you."

She "oh" made no noise.

Yan's heart is about to fall, but Zhen Yi asks doubtfully, "What dress?"

He paused for a second and said, "Like the Hanfeng dresses that An Yao once did."

She became more puzzled: "Who is An Yao?"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot you didn't know her." Yan Ge turned back and smiled at her. "I also forgot to tell you that I want to take you to a very important wedding. I need to order a few special dresses."

"That's fine. It doesn't matter."

Her twitching eyebrows spread out, leaning into his arms and asked in a small voice, "When will we get married? Words, I propose to you, will you agree? You agree, okay?"

She can't remember Yan Yingning.

His heart seemed to be pierced by a thin needle tip, and the surface was still indifferent. He bent his lips and said, "Okay. I agree."

"Really?" She was so happy that she hugged his neck and kissed him **** his cheek.

Going downstairs to the living room, several designers of Yanjia stood neatly in a row and waited beside the sandalwood screen. After seeing Zhen Yi, a woman in her thirties turned politely smiling: "Young Master, Miss Zhen."

Zhen Yi nodded in return.

The designer actually helped An Yao try the dress last time and saw Zhen Yi. However, they are not very talkative, they will not talk about An Yao's affairs, nor will they talk about the wedding, and they will be at ease.

The designer was ready and said, "Ms. Zhen will be measured first."

Zhen Yi said, "Okay."

The expression nodded in agreement.

But ... his hand held Zhen Yi tightly, and did not let go.

The courtyard is quiet inside and outside, only the wind blows the crisp impact of bamboo curtains.

The designer waited in a proper manner, and Zhen Yi looked at the words strangely, and earned a hand. The words came back to him and slowly released her.

in fact,

Feeling terrified, I don't know the moment, and when I look back, she won't recognize him.

The designer is measuring the body for Zhen, sitting here and making tea, raising her eyes from time to time, her eyes deep and deep, watching her through the lingering mist.

The quiet of the room.

The dense mist outside the courtyard also rushed in. On the cypress wood floor, the breeze was blowing in the rolling white mist. This small building seemed to be soaked in the clouds of fairyland.

The words turned round and landed on her exposed calf. At this time, the designer finished measuring and asked her in detail about her color patterns and left.

Zhen Yi said to her: "They are so serious, even my fingers, wrists, necks, ankles, and foreheads should be measured."

He explained gently: "The things that are done in this way are the best for you and the best."

During the conversation, he took a thin blanket and helped her sit down, raised her feet again, and wrapped it in a blanket.

His fingers touched, and his skin was cool and cool. He couldn't help but narrow his eyebrows. In early spring, the temperature in the mountains was relatively low. I wonder if she would catch a cold.

"Oh." She didn't even realize it, her finger on her forehead, "Why do you want to wear something like a princess when measuring my forehead?"

He bent his lips lightly: "That's called eyebrow falling."

She shrugged and threw out her tongue: "It's rare that you understand what these are called."

Zhen Yi's feet were wrapped in a blanket, which was much warmer. The mist after the rain was blowing into the wooden house along the wind, and the wooden couches seemed to float in the surging white mist.

Yan Ge picked her up and walked upstairs.

He walked steadily and slowly, and there was no sound on the wooden escalator. She nestled in his arms, hugged his neck and smiled with her lips pursed.

Yan Zi realized her smile and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Uh huh." She smiled and shook her head, after a long while, softly, "Speaking, you are so kind to me."

He couldn't answer. Somehow, his nose is a little sour.

Back in the bedroom, he took her into the bathroom, let her sit by the bath, and gave her hot water to wash her feet. She stared at the round big bath and blinked: "Both of us can swim here."

He rolled up his sleeves to adjust the water temperature, rubbed her head, and said, "Don't move, I'll give you something in your suitcase."

She nodded obediently.

Yange returned to the bedroom, opened Zhen Yi's suitcase, and took out all the things she had collected for her this morning. Facial cleanser, moisturizing cream, body lotion ...

Close the box and hear her voice no longer in the bathroom, only the sound of gurgling water.

"Zhen Yi." No one responded.

He put a pile of bottles and cans in his hand on the floor, stood up, somehow grasped tightly, and quickly walked to the bathroom: "Zhen Yi."

She was still the way he was when he left, unobtrusively undisturbed, sitting at the bath with the shower head flushed, and tilting her head to play with water.

His voice was a little softer: "Zhen Yi?"

She stepped on the foot and stepped on the water, ignoring him.

He felt like something had entered his eyes for a moment, and his eyes were swaying, a little blurry.

"Zhen Yi."

"Ah?" She finally turned back, her eyes clear, puzzled and puzzled. Perhaps she saw him in a panic, and her face gradually panicked, stunned. "Are you ... calling me?"

She has forgotten her name and she is Zhen Yi.

This time, instead of calling her name, he walked over to turn off the faucet and asked, "Is it washed?"

"Ok."

He took a large towel, sat by the bath, picked up her feet and wiped it clean. Take a moment, press it very lightly, very carefully.

Neither of them spoke, as if waiting for an unstoppable moment that they did not want to face.

The exorcism wind chimes rang far away, and there was only a gentle wind in the world.

Finally, he raised his head, ready to say something, but saw her frowning at him, blank but helpless, his lips trembling, he seemed to try very hard to say something, but couldn't say it.

"... words ... style ..." she said after all, "... words ..."

In fact, her memory had long been empty, and there was nothing, and everything related to him, everything related to herself, could not be remembered.

At this point of decay, he still remembered the word "yange", but he stubbornly grabbed his name and refused to let go.

He was also embarrassed and embraced his arm, leaning into his arms in a hurry.

As always, he instinctively thinks he is safe and intimate here.

Words hugged her into her arms, her jaw pressed tightly to her forehead, and she could not say anything, and tears fell.

She slept in her arms that night, and she was the quietest.

She always clasped his neck tightly, motionless, did not speak, and refused to close her eyes, as if holding on to something.

The next morning, at the moment Zhen Yi made a noise, the words woke up. But Zhen Yi at that time was like a bird with a startled bow, looking at him in surprise, like a stranger.

"Zhen Yi, I am a man of words." He wanted to talk to her, but she didn't listen at all, jumped off his bed in a panic, put on clothes, wore shoes and didn't wear them and ran downstairs.

Yan Zhi immediately put on clothes to chase, but Zhen Yi had nowhere to go.

He looked around and looked for a long time outside the house, but there was no figure of her everywhere, and his heart was a little bit cold. When he passed the door of the courtyard, he heard Zhen Yi's voice unexpectedly.

She said a word, at that moment, his heart completely melted.

"You look like you." Zhen Yi's voice was a little uneasy and doubtful, but she was very sure:

"But he's called Yange, you're not."

Many things, do not remember, do not remember, only remember, love words.

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