Wei Yan froze in place, her eyes rolling slightly.

She seemed to be amused: "It's not fun, you better stop laughing at me." I'm still in my head, and I don't believe everything. She raised her eyes and met Tang Yue's deep pupils: "You also trouble me." ”

Tang Yue stroked her head and said, "You have been in a coma for a long time, and you can't remember many things. "I look like I'm used to seeing the clouds and the breeze is light. Meng Shu wondered if he acted too much during the interrogation, but it was easier for Wei Yan to enter the play than usual.

Wei Yan tugged at his sleeve and asked softly, "How long have I been sleeping?"

"Approximately, a hundred years?"

The apple in his hand fell to the ground and rolled to Meng Shu's feet.

"The world is different. Meng Shu comforted.

Wei Yan obviously didn't recover from these three words, and was slightly distracted. Tang Yue's breath beside her made her somewhat frightened heart settle down, and the familiar could not be deceived and mixed with unfamiliar taste, which was something that Wei Yan was unwilling to admit. The man next to him was mature with a hint of recklessness and jerkiness, and he was a little bit less stable and mature than Guan Shanyue in his memory.

"What's wrong?" Tang Yue asked with his head down.

He looked at Wei Yan, who was a little overwhelmed, and didn't know whether he should tell the truth or continue to lie to her. After all, he didn't know what happened in the third year of Xuantong, and if Wei Yan asked in the future, he could only pretend to make up a paragraph.

Her expression was a little wooden, and the light and shadow outlined her figure.

Wei Yan asked, "What now?"

"You finally woke up, of course you still have to Tang Yue to take care of you. Otherwise, if you live with us, you will be very unfamiliar, won't you?" Meng Shu replied.

Tang Yue looked at Wei Yan who was at a loss, and his heart suddenly felt distressed. She was like a deer lost in a strange city, unable to find her way or cling to the person in front of her. Because even he didn't know what was going on. Tang Yue half-squatted down slightly, and said calmly: "I will take care of you, and you will slowly remember the previous things." ”

Wei Yan muttered a nod: "Hmm......" She seemed to accept the reality very quickly, and she was just amnesiac. In fact, she didn't want Tang Yue to worry too much, and she didn't want to be a burden to him, after all, he had been working too hard.

The first time the two met was at the old minister's birthday party. She fell in love with him at first glance, and confidently walked over to do a dance. He promised, and the two of them danced a waltz with their fingers interlocked under the crystal lamp.

She smiled and asked what kind of woman he liked.

He smiled like a gentleman and whispered, "That young marshal Zhang likes to be beautiful and have a good figure." Mr. Li returned from studying abroad and likes to be knowledgeable. ”

"What about you......"

"...... who sings well"

Wei Yan remembered this sentence for a lifetime, she smiled, blushed, and didn't ask any more questions, and moved on to other topics. That day, she went on stage and sang a song "Moon by the River". Standing next to the piano and looking at him with a smile, the tall man alone in his eyes.

At that time, she had just transformed into a human form, and she was not at all familiar with the differences between human society, thinking that like the world of birds, as long as she liked it, she could make a small nest and live a peaceful life. How do you know that the mountain rain is about to come later, and the liver and intestines will be broken.

"What happened in the third year of Xuantong?" Meng Shu asked, interrupting her thoughts. She pulled her through the corridor full of poems, calligraphy and paintings, and the glass lamps and small lanterns flickered like paper-cut lanterns.

Aunt Mei sat down early and carried snacks and side dishes.

Western-style oatmeal, iced milk, eggs Benedict and smoked salmon rolls. Mung bean ice porridge, fried shrimp and small chaos, taro round syrup, two-color hibiscus egg rolls, and brown sugar glutinous rice cakes are placed on the table one by one. Stacks of white porcelain plates were laid out in front of everyone's seats. The sun outside the window is much brighter than it was a hundred years ago, with shade and spots.

Tang Yue took Wei Yan's somewhat cold little hand and sat down slowly, "Let's eat first." ”

She looked at the two dazzling dishes, but she had no appetite. He looked sideways at Tang Yue cautiously: "You know everything?"

"Know what?"

"I ......" Wei Yan was hesitant. She wanted to ask if she had been asleep for a hundred years and he would know that she was not human. Where can an ordinary human be in a coma for a hundred years? She trembled in her heart, but she was afraid that if she said it, she would remind the man in front of her once again that she was a monster.

The breeze was green, and the flowers hit the wooden window lattice.

The little girl's heart fluttered.

"He knows. Meng Shu knew what she was worried about.

Wei Yan was stunned for a moment: "Huh?" Then she finally fell on Meng Shu, she exuded a faint demonic aura, which suddenly reassured Wei Yan. The aroma is like a kind of coldness in the snow and ice in August.

"You haven't said yet, what happened in the third year of Xuantong?"

Only the right symptom can be drugged, otherwise Meng Shu doesn't know how to help her recover her memory. Why did the memory stay in the three years of Xuantong, was it because the confrontation with the spider demon inspired the most helpless memories in his heart? Meng Shu thought that when he met her, it should be no more than a few years away from this date.

Wei Yan sighed, thinking that her sweetheart was still playing and guarding her well, and some of the stories in the past were nothing more than stories after tea and dinner, so she said casually: "I want to start with the first time I met...... It was also the second year of Xuantong, and the two of us met at the birthday party......"

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That day, Wei Yan wore an olive-green cheongsam, and her skin was as white as boiling milk. She is a singer invited by the old minister, with a beautiful voice, and elegant piano music, like a heavenly stunner. Weiyan is a bird, and her voice is better than that of a yellow bird, so everyone here was stunned.

With a beautiful song, it will catch the attention of all the men at the birthday party.

Unfortunately, she didn't have any life experience, but she happened to be attending Tang Yue at the birthday party at that time. He sat in the corner in a military uniform, staring at the girl singing on the stage with deep eyes. He crossed his legs, and his black leather boots were shiny, reflecting the light of the crystal chandelier. He sat in the corner, toasting, a smile curling into his lips.

At that time, Guan Shanyue didn't know that such a smile was imprinted in Wei Yan's heart.

She was still young at the time and didn't know what the word love was. I thought about leaning over and talking to him. Wei Yan was a little shy, and the corners of her eyes were red after drinking. The pearl lining on the hairband is as beautiful as a flower.

Dressed in unfamiliar black high heels, she came over with some unsteadiness and said, "Sir, may I ask you to do a dance?"