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The morning of New Year's Day is sunny and warm.

Zhen Yi slowly opened her eyes and saw the golden sunlight jumping on her eyelashes, a warm feeling; turning her head to look, she saw the clean and warm eyes.

He didn't know how long ago he woke up and was looking at her without blinking, his eyes dark, with only her little shadow inside, clean and pure.

She grinned uncontrollably and returned him a big smile.

She wakes up in the morning and makes breakfast, and she is always happy, humming a song from a long time ago:

"Every day you open your eyes and see you and the sun are there, that is the future I want, I want your love ..."

Yan Ge was drinking porridge, listening to her music, and watching her coaxing grandpa, brushing his teeth and washing his face, his mood was also comfortable.

He glanced subconsciously at his watch, February 14th. Valentine's Day.

Still thinking, Zhen Yi has taken care of Grandpa after breakfast and turned his head to look at him: "Speaking, shall we play on the street today? Will you send Grandpa back to the nursing home in a few days? I want to take Grandpa to play."

"Okay." He nodded, intending to take her to play today, "Where do you want to go?"

"Playground." She laughed.

"Well." It just happened, he thought so too. The last time they spent Valentine's Day together, they went to the playground.

Grandpa was very happy to hear about going to the playground.

Zhen Yi changed his clothes, brought a water bottle, and put a handkerchief and paper towels; Yan quietly looked at it, but did not expect her to be so careful in private, in front of Grandpa.

Like ... a little housekeeper.

The deep city in February is already very warm. There are many tourists in the playground, mostly young couples.

Zhen Yi considered Grandpa ’s body and did not play too many exciting items. Instead, he took Grandpa around in a sightseeing car. Later, Grandpa saw the carousel and was excited to play.

Yange bought a ticket and asked Zhen Yi to sit with Grandpa. She stood and watched intently, watching her spinning happily on the wooden horse and laughing.

Today, Zhen Yi wore a white dress in the spring style, no hair bundle, long hair fluttering in the wind. It's as beautiful as an angel descending from the sky.

Sitting on the wooden horse, she kept beckoning to him and smiling at him. The small face was full of joy, because of the joy, the entire face seemed to be lit up, so brilliant that everything around it was discolored.

Words followed her figure intently. In this playground, he can't see everything in all colors; the people around him also don't exist;

He could not hear all the noise.

Except her.

Finally, she came down from the horse happily, returned to him, and said happily to him.

He squeezed her broken hair in the temples, and gently touched her small, soft ears before touching them, and Zhen Yi's ears turned red.

He rarely made such a move under the large public. Zhen Yi raised his eyes and saw his eyes light. He seemed to have something to tell her, but at this time, Grandpa had to play carousel again.

Zhen Yi played with him again.

Words quietly watched her sit on the Trojan and looked back at the flower garden in the distance.

I was almost wrong. I wanted to say, "I'll buy flowers for you, OK?" Now think about it, you shouldn't ask, you should buy it directly.

She doesn't seem to remember today is Valentine's Day. But he still remembered the old things many years ago and always wanted to compensate.

He looked back and saw Su Ming in the crowd, so he walked safely to the flower garden.

And Zhen Yi came down from the carousel for the second time and was stunned.

The crowd, holding a bouquet of roses, waited calmly.

Zhen Yi hadn't thought about it. He held a bunch of roses in such an indifferent manner, and it seemed that he would have such a gentle harmony.

The girls around him were all looking at him. Even if his nature was low-key, he could not change the essence of the luminous body wherever he went.

Zhen Yi walked in the curious and envious eyes of everyone, his eyes floating on the flowers in his hands, and whispered: "Oh, I seem to have forgotten, today is Valentine's Day."

He sent the flowers to her, and said warmly: "Today, your white skirt is very beautiful, holding red flowers will be more beautiful."

Zhen Yi tilted her head and rubbed her cheeks against the soft petals, and a faint fragrance lingered on her lips, enveloping her like a sweet sense of happiness. He never said love, and every calm and honest praise made her happy.

"I like it very much," she said. "Speech, I really like it."

After almost playing, Zhen Yi brought his grandfather to return home. Walking in the playground, but hit the Spring Festival Carnival today, the actor and people flow like a wave.

Grandpa refused to leave again, attracted by the masked people in the crowd, and various music and dances, sitting on the road and clapping his hands.

Zhen Yi had to sit with her grandfather in the open-air coffee house beside the road and asked for some desserts to let grandpa have fun.

Carnival actors are wearing colorful costumes and wearing strange masks, performing various or cute or explosive dances.

Zhen Yi was not so interested in these things. When she watched Grandpa happy, she devotes herself to taking care of him, wiping her mouth from time to time.

Yan Yan looked aside, his eyes deepened a few degrees, and inadvertently said: "You are really close to Grandpa."

"Of course." Zhen Yi raised her head and said intimately, "My grandfather treats me well. After my father and mother died, I was sent to an orphanage, where grandfather brought me out. They also let me live at my aunt's house. in fact……"

She paused for a moment, but she didn't want to say anything.

No words were asked, but where was he unclear? Zhen Yi ’s aunt is not very good to her, and her aunt will not let Zhen Yi live in her house unless she lives on grandpa ’s salary.

Zhen Yi's tone changed: "In short, Grandpa is kind to me and always secretly brings me delicious food. When my aunt scolds me or beats me, Grandpa will definitely protect me. Once, because In this way, my grandfather also got angry and scolded his aunt. "

Thinking of the old things, her face is happy: "You certainly can't see it, my grandfather will still scold people, they will be murderers!"

The expression nodded: "It really can't be seen."

At this moment, Zhen Yi is all proud and grateful.

Words know that she is a person of this character. With a little warm affection, she will remember it for a long time.

Zhen Yi opened the conversation box, and began to tell him the story of his childhood and grandpa, listening quietly, without interruption or response.

Halfway through, Grandpa accidentally touched the coffee spoon, and the small spoon fell on the slate floor. When Zhen Yibian and Yan Ge said this, they bent down to pick it up.

Looking down, as if inexplicably, it was that bow, and a rib was pulled out of the neck, and the pain was like peeling.

She spent a moment in front of her eyes, chaos in her mind again, many memories noisily rushed past her eyes. Blurred.

She picked up the coffee spoon and sat up, her face pale.

The words noticed: "What's wrong?"

"Maybe you stooped anxiously." Zhen Yi smiled. "Eh, where did we just say?"

"Say you have a parent meeting when you are in elementary school."

"Ah, yes, when I was in elementary school." She tweeted to continue, but suddenly stopped, somehow, her mind was stagnant, she couldn't remember what she was going to say, or any parent meeting.

For a moment she couldn't see anything, she couldn't hear anything, all her consciousness was drawn from her head like a stream of water.

Countless memories such as slides flashed, some blurred, some clear.

She looked up blankly.

This is really a very beautiful early spring, the sun is warm and the surroundings are joyful and peaceful.

The clowns and masked men in the carnival were enchanted like ghosts. They were dressed up and danced in joyous dances, and colorful colors slipped past her in front of her.

Strange.

Moreover, the back of the head hurt.

In front of him, the thick and elegant face calmly frowned slightly: "Zhen Yi, what's wrong with you?"

She was stunned and didn't answer. She stretched her hand and slowly touched her neck. How come she has always been in pain recently. I felt a small bag, and it was painful!

The pain caused her to shake hard.

Yan Yan's face became serious, and he got up instantly, walked to her side, lifted the long hair behind her head, and saw a dark red spot on the neck and hairline of the back brain, which was the scar after the needle prick.

Recognizing this kind of scar, he sank into his heart and squatted down on her shoulders: "Zhen Yi, when did you feel your head is uncomfortable? Has anyone touched your back?"

"It seems that in the hospital that day, Si Gui's ward, Bian Qian took a picture of my head. At that time, I felt like I was bitten by an insect. But then I didn't feel it." Panicked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay. It was just scratched by something." He got up, touched her head, and sat back like nothing else.

"Oh." Zhen Yi never believed his words, relieved, and continued to tell him the story of his childhood.

The words and expressions were picturesque, Enron listened to her joyous voice, and picked up the tea cup for tea casually; but at that moment, his brain exploded like something, and after a while, it became a ruin. Blank, vast, and dusty.

He calmly adjusted his breath and his state of mind.

It doesn't matter, as long as she is alive, any difficulties can be solved.

The sun was shining brightly in the outdoor cafe, and he suddenly remembered the beautiful sunshine of the eternal soul watching the movie with Zhen Yi.

Zhen Yi said: "Why do you want to eliminate memory? Words, I will not choose to forget you, forget you, just forget myself."

In the 12 years between them, how can one write off?

He shook his fist slightly, forcing himself to think calmly.

He didn't know what the purpose of Bian Qian's medication to Zhen Yi was. The orphanage team's experiment was a complete success. Was this his final conclusion, or was it a "reward" for Zhen Yi, the perfect experiment?

Because Zhen Xin's attachment is in his memory, if he wants to make Zhen Xin disappear completely, there is only one way.

Actually, he doesn't mind the existence of Zhen Xin, but he knows that Zhen Yi minds.

He still remembers that Zhen Yi cried and cried with her eyes one night: "I know you don't care. But as long as you have Zhen Xin, the people around you and relatives at home will be scrupulous about me. The world, including me, all Always worry about her, fearing that she will come out crazy in case. She has been there, spying on us where we ca n’t see, she will explode at any time.

I want a baby, I want to have a baby with you, but I am not afraid of her. She will hurt my little baby ... "

And now, she will forget him.

Yan's eyebrows shook extremely slightly, and at this moment, there was a piercing pain that swept from the deepest part of the heart to the limbs, slowly and deeply.

But, maybe, this would actually be good for Zhen Yi. Make Zhen Yi happy, worry-free, and at ease.

Therefore, it doesn't matter that she forgets him. He has enough time and patience to accompany her to retrieve the memory that gradually fades away.

The sky in February in the Deep City is so high, so blue, without a trace of white clouds, it is as quiet as the ancient universe.

Yan looked up at the sky, like looking at the future he knew, without panic or despair.

This time the crisis was left to him alone; as for her, he gave her the best dream.

He took it as a gift, a gift to Zhen Yi.

After playing all day, when I got home, it was already more than 7pm. .

On the way back, Zhen Yi passed the vegetable market and bought some vegetables. When she arrived at home, she helped Yange to cook. In fact, all she could do was wash the vegetables.

She doesn't work well, and the dishes she cut are not good; cooking is not good, nor are the dishes she makes. Then he could only turn around around the words and pass him something.

More often than not, just appreciate it. Seeing his face elegant, he seemed to be serious in experimenting, rolling his sleeves, and the skin on his arms was smooth and firm ... really pleasing to the eye.

Zhen Yi looked straight, and occasionally couldn't help it. Paws leaned in and rubbed on his arm, feeling that the man's muscles felt more texture than women.

I looked at it, swallowed it, and said shamelessly: "I want to love you with you in the kitchen"

Speech: "..."

He glanced at her and said, "Do you want to sit on the cutting board?"

Zhen Yi looked at the greasy chopping board, and a bit of his heart was destroyed by him. She deflated her mouth, grunted, stared at his white dress for a while, and said, "I'll find you an apron."

But she turned around and looked at the small house and living room. Her head shook again, and she was calm, feeling a little strange. It is warmly decorated, and traces of worn-out days can be seen from the windows and door panels.

This is where?

She was stunned, looking left and right, saw the apron on the hook, picked it up and hurriedly went to Yange. Still wondering, where is this?

When she went to bed at night, she got into Yan Ge's arms and grudgedly said, "We will not stay here tomorrow, okay?"

"Return to HK?"

"Anyway, if you can't live here, why would you book an inn here? It looks gloomy, like a haunted house of the last century."

The stern heart twitched and pressed her soft cheek: "Okay, listen to you. I can't stop here."

"Well, you are so nice" She looked up and kissed **** his lips.

He drew her into his arms, his eyes deep and silent.

Gradually, it was dark at night.

"Speech ..." The man in his arms wriggled, murmured.

"What's wrong?" He opened his eyes from the dream of falling asleep.

She smiled happily, perhaps just after waking up from a dream, her voice was delicate and soft: "I think of you sitting on the bed last month, I was resting on your shoulders, listening to you reading that love poem for me. "

She remembered that at that time, he blushed with embarrassment, but his voice was serious and clear.

At this moment, she also read it hauntingly:

"...

My heart is full of happiness

Just because you are right in front of me

Smile to me

As in those days

I really like this dream

I know you have travelled thousands of miles for me

But think

Yummy grass

Falling colorful

like

You and I first met ... "

After Zhen Yi finished, he closed his eyes heavily, and asked indistinctly, "Remember our first encounter?"

"Remember." Words slowly told her about the encounter at the bus station that year. At night, his voice was clear and magnetic, as if to say a dream.

After listening, she fell asleep with satisfaction.

But in the dream, there was a flash of light, back many, many years ago, there was a voice screaming in the fire: "Zhen Yi, weak child, you sleep over, let me save you."

After waking up, she was lying on the abandoned stretcher in the hospital, facing the reporter's flash, her childish chest and childish leg roots were all exposed outside.

When she was ashamed, she heard the voice in the fire again: "Zhen Yi, sleep over and let my sister come to rescue you."

She thought, it's so tiring to live, or go to sleep.

But just then, she felt an unprecedented fragrance and warmth. A little boy came over and covered his navy dark blue trench coat over her.

Her eyes suddenly cleared and chased him.

Never remembered this thing ... but remembered at the moment,

Turns out, is this the first encounter?

It turned out that he was saved by his warmth.

It turned out that I lived just to chase him.

Zhen Yi earned a bit unconsciously, trying to escape from this strange memory vortex, but the deeper and deeper the roll, no strength.

I was very tired in my head, like a marathon running for 12 years, I did n’t want to think about anything, just wanted to relax ...

seem,

Many things, do not remember, do not remember, only remember, loved you.

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