may realize that Yao Henuan has a problem with his memory, but he will only know her in the past 20 years.

For example, Yao He, Liuhe, Liuquan, Shi Song, and now there seems to be a Yao Qing.

The first four people, even if they found that Yao Henuan's memory was lost, for various purposes, they might not tell Yao Henuan directly.

But Yao Qing didn't think about this at all, and he said it directly now, it was just sarcastic about Yao Henuan.

But for Yao Henuan, who can't completely finalize his amnesia yet, Yao Qing's sarcasm has little effect.

Yao Henuan's reaction was not within Yao Qing's consideration.

After he entered the door, he stood at the door, looking at the place that Yao Henuan had just pointed to, the place where the word "Qing" was engraved.

Yao Qing stood and watched for a long time, and suddenly the god squatted down and stretched out his hand to attach the word.

In a trance, he seemed to see something......

The little boy took the hand of a little girl about his size and taught her to write.

And the rice paper on the table was full of one word-qing.

"Look, this is your name, Qing. The boy smiled and picked up his pen and wrote another word "Qing".

The little girl looked back at the boy and said seriously, "This is also my brother's name!"

"Yes, it's my name...... too."

The little girl suddenly picked up the knife on the table, ran to the door and squatted down on her short legs.

"Qingqing, what are you doing with a knife?" the boy was frightened by the little girl's movements, and hurriedly followed.

But the little girl squatted behind the door and looked up at him innocently: "I just want to engrave my name and my brother's name on it." ”

After speaking, the little girl twisted her head back, and seriously engraved there the words she had just learned to write.

She followed her brother's name.

Clear.

As soon as the picture turned, the little girl grew up in a blink of an eye, but she was the only one left in the house.

She either stood at the table all day long, writing the word "Qing", or stood in the courtyard, looking into the distance as if waiting for someone to come back. But she couldn't wait for the person she was waiting for.

"Qingqing ......" Yao Qing's lips trembled, and he spoke softly.

"What?" Yao Henuan was stunned, thinking that Yao Qing was talking to her, and subconsciously asked.

But when she looked at Yao Qing, she almost fell off the stool.

Yao Qing: What is that in your eyes?

The tears that often contain??

Are you still Yao Qing???

How could Yao Qing have an expression of wanting to cry...... Ah, there is no expression to cry. The expression is still cold, but the moist eyes are also real.

Although there is no expression of joy and sorrow, it is heart-wrenching to watch.

Come on, the case has been solved.

This is not Yao Qing's home, or Yao Qing's good family.

"Remember?"

"Remembering someone. ”

"That's it...... Qingqing?" As soon as Yao Henuan exited, he saw Yao Qing looking at her.

It wasn't like the obvious displeasure that stared at her before. Although there was no emotion in this gaze now, Yao Henuan could feel the killing intent.

Row Horn ...... Not as knowledgeable as him.

Yao Henuan rolled his eyes: "Okay, okay, don't scream, don't scream." You think I'm happy to shout? I don't know, I think I'm shouting you so insensitively. ”

Yao Qing got up from the ground and walked to the table under the window on the side.

There seemed to be a dozen thick pieces of rice paper on the table, but the table was covered with dust, and it was impossible to see what was written on the paper.

Yao Qing's eyes looked at the table for a long time, and Yao Henuan, who came with him, also looked at him and looked at the table for a long time, only to see Yao Qing reach out and brush away the thick layer of ash.

Seeing this scene, Yao and Nuan were shocked.

That's Yao Qing!

Although I didn't say it, Yao Qing, who was discovered by Yao Henuan, has a habit of cleanliness!

He actually got his hands on it!

After brushing off the dust, I saw the words written on the rice paper.

Only one word was written on the full sheet of paper - Qing.

Yao Qing stretched out his hand to pick up the paper, but when he saw the dust on his hands, he paused and glanced at Yao Henuan.

"......" The corners of Yao Henuan's mouth twitched, why don't I understand what you mean?

The two were in a stalemate for a long time, and in the end, Yao Henuan took a step back first, resigned herself to taking out the wet wipes that she had just used just now from her bag, and handed them to Yao Qing.

After Yao Qing took the wet wipes, he wiped his hands seriously. Pity...... One wipe, of course, is not enough.

Come on, she really owes Yao Qing.

Yao Henuan rolled his eyes, took out a few more and handed them to Yao Qing. This time, I finally let Yao Qing wipe his hands clean.

As for the wipes that ran out, they were all wrapped in white mist and then disappeared.

As for where they went, Yao Henuan naturally knew it.

Although he doesn't want to boast, Yao Qing is also a principled person...... For example, even in the Wasteland Mountains, the garbage is definitely sent out in the white mist and thrown into the trash cans outside.

After wiping his hands clean, Yao Qing reached out and attached the words, each word was from the hand of one person.

Although it seems that these handwriting are much more regular, it is not difficult to see that the stroke by stroke, and the word "Qing" engraved behind the door, are still somewhat imaginative.

Yao Qing picked up the first piece of paper and carefully put it aside, that posture, that expression, as if he was holding some rare treasure.

Yao Henuan touched the goosebumps on his arm and looked at Yao Qing expressionlessly.

It's a different way to get your memories back!

On the second piece of paper, the words written are the same as the first, and there is only one "Qing" character.

Not only the first and second sheets, but also the rice paper on the table, which is conservatively estimated to be several hundred, are all full of this one word.

Reaching out and under the bookshelf behind him, there are some written rice papers, all of which are also "Qing".

Even Yao Henuan, an outsider, was inevitably shocked when he saw this. What kind of mood is this, and the paper is full of these "clear" words.

And every word is written so carefully that not a single stroke is scribbled.

Yao Henuan looked up at Yao Qing, although his face was expressionless, his eyes were always glued to these rice papers.

Even Yao Henuan was embarrassed to disturb him here, just standing quietly on the side, being a beautiful vase.

After a long while, Yao Qing resumed his activities and put the rice paper back in its original appearance.

After he had packed it up, he cleaned the whole room by himself.

Yao Henuan didn't think about helping or planning to help, just stood by and watched.

She noticed that Yao Qing had cleaned everything, but there was not a single speck of dust left on the bed.

After Yao Qing finished cleaning the house by himself, he looked at every place, including the corners, and then stood outside the door.

After Yao Henuan also came out, he closed the door.

"Here, don't come again. ”