"Ayu!" Just when Ayu was about to open the newspaper carefully under the moonlight, she heard Akun's sudden voice, and her heart skipped a beat.
Ayu sat on the bed as if someone had tapped her acupuncture points, listening carefully to Akun's voice.
But he saw that Akun didn't get up, and then he snored softly and said vaguely: "Ayu, don't leave, you are my sister, don't leave..."
It turned out that it was just Akun talking in his sleep, and Ayu's nervous heart was gently relieved.
Ayu gently shook the bed to see if Akun had any reaction, but she saw that Akun slept like a pig today. It seemed that the effect of the wine was quite strong, otherwise Akun would not have been drunk.
so.
Ayu fumbled around in Akun's pocket, took out the crumpled and slightly deformed newspaper, and then carefully put Akun's clothes on the shelf at the end of the bed.
She covered herself completely with the quilt, then turned on her mobile phone, and used the light of the mobile phone to examine the newspaper that made Akun look uneasy.
Although Ayu had been prepared before, when she saw the bright and eye-catching missing person notice title and her own photo in the newspaper, Ayu was so shocked that she was speechless.
‘Qiu Ying?! Was my previous name Qiu Ying?!’ Ayu read the newspaper carefully, hoping to find some clues about her memory loss.
The first thing that came into her mind was a man with an exquisite appearance. The man had a pair of slender eyes, which seemed to be filled with a faint mist, which was intoxicating and slightly sad.
He is looking for himself, and he is looking for it with a lot of money. Any clue about himself can get him the wealth that an ordinary person would have to work hard for at least decades, or even a lifetime.
"Ling Hao..." When Ayu saw this man and his name, she felt that her heart seemed to be touched by something, and she unconsciously called out: "Brother Ahao..."
Inadvertently, Ayu felt that her face was wet. She raised her hand and touched it gently, only to feel that her face was covered with tears. She didn't even know when she shed them.
After seeing this newspaper, Ayu finally understood why Akun would do such an abnormal behavior. He was feeling inferior and afraid. Compared with the brother who was looking for him in the newspaper, he was really small.
It can almost be ignored that he is afraid that after seeing this newspaper, he will leave him and no longer be his sister.
Thinking of this, Ayu's heart began to hurt. Although she also tried her best to know who she was and what happened to her, she would rather not harm Akun if she was searching for her memory.
Look for.
The light of the mobile phone under the quilt gradually turned dark. Ayu carefully folded the newspaper again and quietly put it back into Akun's jacket pocket.
Then Ayu lay on the bed again, lying quietly while listening to Akun's rhythmless snoring.
Although she was a little regretful, Ayu felt happy. If she could, she would not take the initiative to look for those memories, at least until Akun would no longer be sad.
"Ayu... don't leave... I will buy you clothes... you are my sister..." Akun's vague sleep talk rang out again, and it seemed unusually clear in the quiet dormitory.
Hearing Akun's sleep talk, Ayu smiled happily and said softly: "Don't worry, brother Akun, I won't leave. Unless someone comes to me, I won't go to them."
Akun in his dream seemed to have heard Ayu's words. The words in his sleep gradually subsided, leaving only the sound of gentle snoring.
——————————————Although she was extremely reluctant to leave, she still had to leave after all, because she didn’t want to bring any more trouble to “Huaxinfang”, because she seemed to be the incarnation of trouble.
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This is Su Xiaoxiao's last day in Huaxinfang. Tomorrow she will go to another city, a city where no one can find her. This is the promise Liu Jiaye made to her.
In the early morning, Su Xiaoxiao was the first to go to the flower shop. She took off her coat and put on a clean apron and sleeves, as well as the small hat and thin transparent gloves.
Just when putting on the gloves, Su Xiaoxiao's eyes looked sad.
Her eyes fell on the ring finger of her left hand, which was wrapped with a band-aid. What was wrapped was her love and the pain in her heart that she most wanted to forget but could not forget.
Almost imperceptibly, Ling Hao's figure began to emerge in front of her, still so tall and handsome, and his slender eyes seemed to be filled with sad mist.
'No! I can't think about him anymore! I want to forget this person!' Su Xiaoxiao felt herself falling into memories again, quickly shook her head, reached out and slapped her face with a little force.
After putting aside the memories, Su Xiaoxiao began to prepare for the day. She moved the flowers that had been dull and lifeless in the room outside the flower shop and breathed in the fresh air.
Moving vases is not an easy task, especially those flower pots that are indeed a bit heavy. However, Su Xiaoxiao is not the kind of weak woman. Although she looks small, her small body contains huge power.
Energy, so after nearly an hour of sorting, the flowers in the flower shop were already fully enjoying the brilliant morning light outside.
"Huh, I'm finally done." Looking at the flowers that were slowly unfolding their branches and leaves in the sun, Su Xiaoxiao breathed a long sigh of relief, and then raised her hand to wipe the thin beads of sweat flowing on her forehead.
At this time, there were gradually more pedestrians on the street. Some of them got up for morning exercises, and some of them were rushing to work and school.
When they passed by Su Xiaoxiao, they all smiled gratefully at Su Xiaoxiao. They were grateful to see so many beautiful flowers and such a lovely lady in such a tense morning.
Among these people who were in a hurry to go to work and go to school, there was a figure that stood out. It was a man with an exquisite appearance. The man was wearing a clean and neat suit, and exuded an aristocratic temperament in his movements.
He was different from the people around him who were in a hurry to go to school and go to work. He was seen walking slowly on the street. His bright leather shoes were not stained with dust at all, just like his slender and mist-filled shoes.
Eye.
If there really is a man like the wind in this world, it would be the man in front of him, walking slowly and lightly, not as flustered as the people around him.
Ling Hao, this man walking slowly on the pedestrian street is Ling Hao. Qiu Ying's incident has made him very anxious. Nearly a month has passed, but there is still no news about Qiu Ying, and his heart is broken.
When it got to the extreme, I had to take advantage of the morning time to relax and relieve my tense nerves.
At this time, Su Xiaoxiao was also standing next to the shop on the street, feeling the gentle morning light in front of her.
Suddenly, Su Xiaoxiao's eyes narrowed, and she stared at the group of people working in front of her as if she had discovered something.
"Sir, please wait a moment!" Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly chased after the figure.
There was a snap, and Ling Hao seemed to hear something. The sound was so familiar. He stopped and then looked back.
Su Xiaoxiao ran forward quickly, then squatted down as if to pick up something black, and then rushed to a man at an extremely fast speed, signaling him to stop.
The man who was called to stop by Su Xiaoxiao was startled, but when he saw Su Xiaoxiao handing him his wallet with a smile, the man understood and quickly thanked Su Xiaoxiao, and then
Leave quickly, as if you are afraid that Su Xiaoxiao will ask for something.
There were still pedestrians coming and going behind him, but nothing could fall into Ling Hao's eyes.
A hint of disappointment appeared in Ling Hao's eyes, but he clearly heard a familiar voice just now, so ethereal and clear, as if he was dreaming.
Inadvertently, a ray of morning light shone on the ring finger of Ling Hao's left hand, and a dazzling luster appeared.
Ling Hao raised his left hand and looked at the ring tightly wrapped around his ring finger, which he personally selected and put on for Su Xiaoxiao after he and Su Xiaoxiao fell in love.
He reached out and gently pulled the ring, only to find that it was still tightly wrapped around his ring finger.
Ling Hao's expression turned slightly, and then he increased the strength on his finger, trying to pull the ring off his ring finger.
"Hiss..." Suddenly, a pain appeared on the ring finger of her left hand. Su Xiaoxiao frowned slightly, raised her left hand, and stared at the band-aid wrapped around her finger.
At this time, in two different directions on the street, two people who once fell in love were doing the same action.
He raised his left hand and focused his gaze on his ring finger, feeling the bursts of pain coming from his fingertips.
The flow of people coming and going flowed around the two of them, like running water.
The whole world seemed to stop for a short time, just the world of the two of them, but they didn't know that the person wearing the same ring as themselves was at the end of the street.
"Sister Xiaoxiao, where are you doing?" Su Xiaoxiao's memory was interrupted by Xiaoyu's call. Then she saw Xiaoyu running over and asked curiously.
Su Xiaoxiao quickly put down her left hand, looked at Xiaoyu who looked curious and said: "It's okay, I just took a break. Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's go back to the flower shop quickly. The guests will come to the door later."
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Xiaoyu nodded, and then ran back to the flower shop with Su Xiaoxiao.
Ling Hao's memories of the ring also disappeared amid the noise that gradually sounded around him. Then he looked forward and saw a field of fresh and dazzling colorful flowers flashing not far away.