After Li Jingchen asked this question, he began to think deeply. Could it be that... the sound of running in the corridor just now was made by An An?
Did he hear something?
What about Li Xiuqi who was with him? Did he also hear about Li Yuanzhong’s will?
If Li Xiuqi hears this, can he still maintain a normal mind and make friends with An An, or even call him brothers?
If not, should he deal with this hidden danger in advance?
In just a few seconds, Li Jingchen thought a lot.
Until, An An's voice sounded: "I'm fine, I was just touched. Xiu Qi likes this novel very much. He hasn't finished reading it yet, but he is willing to lend it to me."
As she spoke, An An rubbed the book "Insects" in her arms.
Li Jingchen, who caught this scene, said with unclear meaning: "I'm just lending you a novel, that's it?"
"As for that." Lu Wanwan said: "This is called 'teenage friendship', right, An'an?"
"Yeah." An An held "Insect Diary" to her chest cherished and nodded towards them.
"Be careful not to be taken advantage of." As soon as Li Jingchen finished speaking, he was glared at by Lu Wanwan.
What kind of use? It’s so ugly to say it? It seems like Li Xiuqi borrowed An An’s novel for some purpose!
Li Jingchen was warned by Lu Wanwan's eyes and couldn't help but feel helpless. He knew that Wanwan had not heard the sound of running outside the study just now, so he was not aware of his concerns.
An An hugged the novel, leaned back on the chair, and asked in a low tone: "Mommy, you said... Xiu Qi's great-grandmother, will she really get Alzheimer's disease and forget a lot of things?"
"Well, probably." After a meal, Lu Wanwan said: "But now that medicine is very advanced, everything is not so absolute."
An An asked again: "Then will she forget you and me one day?"
Lu Wanwan glanced at him in surprise, as if she didn't expect An An to care about this issue. After a moment, she said: "If that day comes, then she should have forgotten everyone and everything, not just us.
That’s all.”
An An's voice dimmed: "She sounds so pitiful."
"It's okay. Compared to the forgotten one, the forgotten one is more pitiful."
Lu Wanwan said, looking out the window, the scenery kept receding, just like human memory fading.
They can only pray that time will pass slower, and slower, so that the people in their memories will fade even slower.
While mother and son were talking, Li Jingchen had already taken out his mobile phone and put his elbow on the window to call Li Qingling.
After a while, Li Qingling got through: "Hey, brother, what can I do for you?"
Li Jingchen chuckled: "Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, what else do you think I can do?"
Li Qingling then said: "Brother, Happy New Year, and also say hello to my sister-in-law and An'an for me."
Li Jingchen heard it: "From your voice, it seems that you are not very interested? And, don't you plan to say this to us again after we meet?"
Li Qingling wondered: "Brother, Lin Yue and I have something to deal with. I'm afraid..."
Li Jingchen said: "I don't care where you are now or what you are busy with, just come over and visit your grandparents. They miss you very much."
What else did Li Qingling want to say: "Brother, I..."
Li Jingchen interrupted: "Grandma's memory is confused."
"What?"
"She has suffered severe brain trauma, as you know. In addition, she is too old. The doctor said that she is not suitable for brain surgery. One day, she may forget who we are."