"Grandma, were you crying just now?" Jingluo asked with his eyes blinking.
"No! How could the grandma cry on such a happy day today?" Old Mrs. Sikong smiled hard.
"But I just saw you picking out your handkerchief!" Jing Lue's eyes were very sharp.
"That's because sand is too deep in my eyes, so I wipe it with a handkerchief." Old Mrs. Sikong explained.
"Is that true?" Jing Lei tilted her head, looked like her parents, and after getting a positive smile, she finally stopped asking questions and started eating obediently.
In a quiet and indescribable breath, the family sat together happily and finished the dinner.
After dinner, Sikong Jingqiu, Haiyue and Jingluo accompanied the old lady Sikong to chat in the living room for a long time. It was not until Jingluo fell asleep in Haiyue's arms that they each returned to their rooms.
After putting Jingluo on □□, Haiyue turned around and looked at Sikong Jingqiu and said, "Grandma seems very disappointed that I have no memory of you at all."
Haiyue could see that although grandma said nothing, when she heard that she had no memory of them, a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes.
Although the disappointment only stayed in ***'s eyes for less than a second, Haiyue still noticed it.
"You're thinking too much. It's almost twelve o'clock. Change your clothes quickly and go to bed." Sikong Jingqiu stared at her and said.
"But……"
"Didn't I say it? Don't think about anything, just stay with Jingluo and me and leave the memory to me." Sikong Jingqiu picked up Haiyue in the waist and put her there
□□, leaned over and kissed her lips, turned off all the other lights in the bedroom, leaving only the bedside lamp, and then sat down to □□, embraced Haiyue's waist and prepared to lie down.
But Haiyue suddenly thought of something and held Sikong Jingqiu's arm.
"What's wrong?"
"I forgot to take medicine!" Haiyue pushed Sikong Jingqiu's hand away, climbed out of the bed, walked over and turned the medicine bottle out of the duffel bag, walked back, and picked up the warm boiled water on the bedside table.
Sikong Jingqiu suddenly reached out and pressed her to throw the pills into her mouth, picked up the bottle on the nightstand and asked, "Aren't you not sick? Why do you need to take medicine?"
"This is not a medicine, it is a vitamin." Haiyue said to Sikong Jingqiu with a smile.
"Vitamin?" Sikong Jingqiu's eyebrows were deeply frowned, and his eyes flashed slightly.
He took off the pills from Haiyue's hand and asked casually while checking the pills, "Have you taken this 'vitamin' for a long time?"
Haiyue nodded and reached out to take the medicine back, but Sikong Jingqiu tightened his palms and threw the pills back into the bottle.
"Well, I started taking it three years ago because I have asthma. After taking this medicine, it hasn't been a long time since... Huh?"
Speaking of this, Haiyue suddenly stopped.
The conversation between her and Sikong Jingqiu in Zheng Keyun's study today flashed through her mind.
A string in my mind suddenly started to connect!
Since she is not Lin Zizhu, but Song Haiyue, she should not have the disease of asthma, so she doesn’t need to take medicine…
However, in the past three years...
The black line on the forehead of the moon is thousands of feet long.
So, she has taken these medicines in vain for the past three years?
Originally, she thought that this magical vitamin really controlled her asthma, which made her not have an illness once in three years. Unexpectedly, the reason for not having an illness was that she was not Lin Zizhu and had no illness at all.