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Jiuxi Yanzhuang in the early morning, clouds and mist, and breeze.

Dingdong of the stream, snow-white magnolia petals fell with the wind, floating in the crystal clear water.

Zhen Yi lowered her head and walked in a thin, haze-like mist.

A magnolia petal floated in front of her.

She looked up swiftly in the wind and saw a tree with flowers, like jade like snow. A branch of twig is full of big flowers, there is no leaf, snow and snow, against the blue dripping sky.

What a nice view!

She stopped and looked up blankly.

Yan Ge walked in front, realizing that there was no movement behind him, turned back.

I saw her looking up with a small face, staring at the magnolia tree with a beautiful view over the snow. At first, her expression was a bit stunned, and she gradually relaxed and became enchanted by the theft.

The expression is familiar to you.

Seeing the rainbow, seeing the cuckoo, seeing the exquisite street lights, seeing the sparrows jumping on the side of the road, seeing the fireworks on the street corner, she was so excited and surprised, she shoved her hand and shoved him:

"Quick look, so beautiful!"

"Quick look, so cute!"

At this moment, she is still her. At any time, she has a pair of beautiful eyes. Even in a strange and uneasy place, she still has that sense in her nature.

Only this time, she won't jump and jump beside him, shouting: "Look at the words."

She stared at the magnolia tree for a moment, and seemed to feel his gaze, her head slowly sagged down, and carefully glanced at him obliquely.

He was dressed in white and stood sideways beside the boardwalk. Two or three new green tassel trees behind him made him grow taller and more elegant. He stood like that, looking at her gently and gently, neither intimate nor estranged, maintaining a moderate distance, without any slight pressure.

She lowered her head silently again, moved her footsteps behind him, walked a few meters away from him, and stopped. She waited until he pulled his feet. While walking, keep looking around.

After all, she followed him back to the courtyard.

He walked without footsteps, and she somehow walked up to the terrace, carefully restrained, or squeaking the plank.

He walked ahead, holding the corner of his lips very lightly, for the familiar noise of her.

Entering the house, Yange turned back and asked, "Are you thirsty?"

She used to have the habit of drinking water early, and today she fled in panic like a drunken one night stand, and she should be thirsty now.

Zhen Yi listened, stunned, his throat was really dry, I don't know how he was so intimate. She didn't speak, but nodded.

He adjusted a glass of warm water and handed it to her;

When she went to pick him, he shook her hand habitually, and she looked at him straight for a moment. He also noticed that it was wrong, and immediately took his hand back.

Zhen Yi froze, his temperature remained on the back of his hand.

She lowered her eyes and took a glass to drink water. The temperature was just right, neither hot nor cold, and she ran into her mouth, comforting; perhaps it was the spring water in the mountains, and a light sweet taste.

While drinking water, she looked around, her eyes fell to the tea table by the window and paused.

He caught her eyes and said gently: "Want to drink tea?"

She shook her head blunderingly.

"Well, it hurts to drink tea on an empty stomach." His eyes were shallow. "And, you don't like to drink tea."

Zhen Yi didn't answer. She turned around and walked aimlessly in the house. Begonia branches and buds outside the window protruded into the house, and the sunlight jumped on the leaves.

She walked up and down, but she always glanced at him, peeking at it from time to time, and sipping water along the edge of the glass, pursing her lips, and she smiled with a light smile, and was happy.

He met and asked, "What's wrong?"

She squeezed her lips restraintly, but she was an unbearable temper, and after all she grinned, and said with joy and embarrassment: "You look so beautiful."

The speech was a bit stunned, and the first time she met him 12 years ago was similar to this.

For the first time in his life, he realized that having a good skin is a good thing. If he grows crooked, she is startled from his bed, afraid she will never look back.

He was ridiculous for his superficial thoughts, and his eyes were lightly smiled, saying, "Thank you."

This smile, as shallow as a lotus, made her froze for a while. She did not know why, and when he smiled, her heart pounded. She didn't look away, biting the glass, and whispered, "You are so pretty, do you have a girlfriend?"

Time seems to be back in the past, beginning to overlap little by little.

He put away the smile in his eyes and replied: "No."

She said nothing after listening, waiting for him to continue.

"But, there are fiancee."

"Oh." Her thumb rubbed the glass and asked, "Your fiancee ... is it me?"

"Yes."

Zhen Yi said again, blushing slightly, whispering: "I heard the girl named An Yao told me that I was seriously ill.

I forgot everything, myself and my name, but I heard her say that I had loved you deeply. "

The breeze blew through the tassels, the leaves rustled, and there was only wind in the world.

Zhen Yi sat down, put the glass on the coffee table, and took out two stacks of tacks from her pocket. After a while, she blushed and said, "I have a lot of photos of you on my phone."

Words took a look, it was all him. He didn't know when Zhen Yi had taken so many photos of him.

He wore a white coat and lowered his head to feed the monkeys in the laboratory; he walked on the grass in the mental hospital with his pockets; he rolled his sleeves and cooked her food in the kitchen ... more, he closed his eyes , The appearance of sleeping peacefully.

Yan Ge has never seen how he sleeps, nor has he thought of himself in a deep sleep, looking quiet and peaceful.

In fact, it was because she was there.

He stroked the photo on his phone, his thin lips pursed, and a small smile: "I don't even know you took so many photos."

And she stared at him quietly, looking down at him with a smile, her heart beating stiffly for a long while, and said: "You look so beautiful when you laugh."

After talking, he whispered in embarrassment, "Before ... Why did I fall in love with you? Because you smiled at me?"

The expression is stunned,

He was actually sorry, he had n’t smiled at her for so many years.

After Zhen Yi finished speaking, she bowed her head again: "I'm so sorry, I know, I should be your fiancee, but I can't remember."

"It's okay, I remember." Yange returned the phone and said softly, "I can tell you, or I can take you to the place we once walked through .... just ..." he The voice went low.

"Just what?"

"Just, I'm afraid you don't believe it." He bent his lips slightly, but his heart began to hurt.

"Don't believe anything?"

"I don't believe you have loved me so hot .... because ... it's hard to believe even myself."

The silence of a room.

Zhen Yi looked at the calm and elegant man in front of her. Somehow, she felt inexplicable that she would believe everything he said.

Somehow, she wanted to know what happened with him in the past, and hoped she could remember it; but if she couldn't remember it, she also hoped to have a new beginning with him.

Because, in this brand new world, for her, only he can give her inexplicable familiarity and security. Moreover, she vaguely felt that he was a very good man, no matter where he was.

She actively asked: "What did I do before?"

"lawyer."

"lawyer?"

"I'll show you a few videos." Yan Ge got up, ready to pull her hand, saw that she was not fully prepared, and paused again. Her hand was suspended in the air, and she slowly retracted to insert it in her pocket. Without a word, he walked to the crescent door of the study.

Zhen Yi followed him into the study and sat at the desk. He stood next to him, bent over, opened the black laptop and found a video of her going to court on the Internet to show her.

She looked at the vigorous look in the video, surprised, surprised, and delighted.

Looking at it, her face was filled with a smile, gradually enlarged, and finally she was overwhelmed.

"Laughing?" He asked with his head bowed.

"It's amazing. Haha," she was extremely happy and smiled cheerfully. "Look at it, I'm so powerful."

This familiar sentence made him sway slightly, as if hit by something warm and light.

"Yes, you are amazing."

She was fascinated and said, holding her cheeks, "I really want to know what kind of person I am." She looked up at the words and her eyes were burning, waiting for his response.

And he said: "You are a very special person, everyone who knows you knows that you deserve to have all the good things in this world."

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