"Brother, have you seen Feng? I haven't seen him since morning. He seems to be missing..."
"Aren't you afraid that I'll be jealous when you ask me this?"
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"Brother, look, look! It's the book you've been looking for! Hehe, Feng and I found it for you! Bonus, reward!"
"Liar! I obviously bought it back."
"No! We really can't find it! I'm afraid you won't be happy. We've been looking for this new one for a long time!"
…
"Why do you want to give me a violin?"
"Because I want to listen to you"
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"Brother, come here! I'll play the newly learned music for you!"
"New song?! How come I didn't know you learned it?! Who did you learn it from?"
"Feng!"
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"It's so comfortable to lie among the flowers like this! Brother, when did you discover this place?! The sky is so blue and so beautiful!"
"I discovered it by accident while on a mission last night!"
"Who are you lying to? You obviously looked for it on purpose, and it took you a week to find it!"
"Leng Lanfeng, do you need to expose me like this? Really, are we brothers after all?"
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One picture after another gradually formed a short movie in Murong Ao's mind. As it was shown in his mind, he saw one after another strange and friendly picture appearing in his mind. Murong Ao
His eyes widened in disbelief. After a while, as if he had watched a long video, Murong Ao woke up from his memories. He saw Xin Lian who had fallen asleep in his arms when he was tired from crying.
, a drop of tear fell on the eyelashes of my beloved.
"I'm sorry, I accidentally lost these memories...I'm sorry, Lian'er..."
The hands surrounding her gradually tightened, and he cried. He was repenting for his carelessness. It was he who had made Xinlian sad for so many years. It was he who had made the person he loved sad for so long.
The pain of hurting the person you love most with your own hands, either by coincidence or by accident, the two people holding each other tightly experienced it on this day...
snap——
The sound rang out at this time, immediately attracting Murong Ao's attention. He turned his head and saw the mobile phone in Xinlian's hand falling on a dead leaf. The screen was still on, and there was a line of unfinished text messages on it...