"Right...... I'm sorry......" Ling Han lowered his head slightly, seeing that Jiang Yichen's clothes were wet, he wanted to break free, but he was tightly hugged by the person in front of him.

The more Ling Han struggled, the tighter Jiang Yichen hugged her, and after struggling a few times, she simply stopped moving.

"Hey, ...... you" Ling Han rolled his eyes, raised his eyes to look at Jiang Yichen, and was about to open his mouth to tease, but the moment he met his eyes, he suddenly fell silent.

Jiang Yichen's face was flushed, even his ears were red, but there was a trace of grief in his eyes—yes, it was not other emotions, it was grief.

"Ginger...... Jiang Yichen?"

Jiang Yichen just looked at Ling Han's face fixedly.

"Jiang Yichen, are you alright......?"

Before Ling Han's words were finished, Jiang Yichen suddenly leaned over, and the two lips were tightly pressed against her mouth, with a hint of coolness.

As if a burst of electricity was surging, Ling Han couldn't move for a moment, forgetting to struggle.

But he was only stunned for two seconds, and Ling Han reacted, using all his strength to push Jiang Yichen away and slap him hard.

Jiang Yichen wasn't angry, he just looked at Ling Han with a flat face and said, "You're not her." Who the hell are you?"

"Huh?" Ling Han's head short-circuited for a while, and subconsciously replied, "I'm Ling Han!

"You're not Ling Han. Jiang Yichen was inexplicably sure.

"Poof!" Ling Han looked at him with a serious look on his face, and couldn't help laughing, "I said this uncle! Can't you even remember what your wife looks like? You say I'm not Ling Han, that's good! Tell me, who am I?"

After a period of chaos just now, Ling Han didn't panic, and actually put on his clothes very calmly in front of Jiang Yichen.

Jiang Yichen was silent.

"What's going on? I can't tell!" Ling Han pursed his lips and stroked his wet hair, revealing the back of his neck, "No!

Jiang Yichen raised his eyes and looked over, and sure enough, there was a pink birthmark on the back of Ling Han's neck.

"See, I'm Ling Han like a fake. I didn't lie to you!" Ling Han smirked, "Even if people are similar, birthmarks can't be faked." ”

Jiang Yichen seemed to be a little unwilling, and after a few careful looks, the position and shape of the birthmark were not wrong, but there was some deviation in the feeling, which he could feel but could not describe in detail, this feeling was quite aggrieved.

"Where's my egg fried rice?" Ling Han got dressed and began to think about his dinner.

Jiang Yichen didn't answer, turned around sullenly and walked towards the door.

"Hey, why are you going......" Ling Han hurriedly caught up and climbed on his arm.

Jiang Yichen was stunned, although he was unhappy in his heart, he still didn't push Ling Han's hand away, but his tone was a little flat: "Change clothes." ”

"Oh. Ling Han nodded, still holding Jiang Yichen's arm, and stepped into the room with him.

"The meal was ready, in the kitchen. Jiang Yichen frowned slightly, "What are you doing with me?"

"Hehe!" Ling Han smiled strangely, and said it as a matter of course, "Look at you changing your clothes!"

Jiang Yichen shook his hand violently and glared at Ling Han.

"What's the matter, I'm not happy!" Ling Han pouted, "I'm not happy that I'll see it too!"

"Don't make trouble!" Jiang Yichen's words were a little helpless.

"What! You can watch me take a shower, can't I watch you change your clothes?" Ling Han squinted at Jiang Yichen, "I don't care! ”

"Whatever you want!" Jiang Yichen seemed to compromise with her, unbuttoning his shirt while staring at Ling Han defensively, for fear that she would make any more outrageous moves.

Ling Han just looked at Jiang Yichen's chest intently, his face was full of curiosity, and he thought-"If you don't look at it, you don't look at it!

The wet shirt clings to Jiang Yichen's skin, revealing looming muscle lines. The slightly damp hair drooped casually between his eyebrows, with a bit of temptation.

At another glance, Jiang Yichen had already taken off his clothes, and his strong chest was exposed in front of Ling Han's eyes.

Ling Han's face turned red all of a sudden, and he swallowed his saliva without a breath. Just as he was about to take a closer look, Jiang Yichen raised his hand and changed into a new shirt.

"Haven't seen enough?"

Jiang Yichen saw that Ling Han was stunned, and then leaned over to her face, with a ghostly smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ling Han nodded, but quickly shook his head again, and denied, "Cut......! There's nothing to look at, men don't all look like this......"

"You've seen a few men. ”

Jiang Yichen's sentence is not an interrogative sentence, nor a rhetorical question, but more like a declarative sentence - with a sense of irony.

"You...... What do you mean, look down on me, don't you?" Ling Han was ashamed and annoyed, "I...... I...... My Obas are all more handsome than you and better than you! My house is full of their posters! I look at them every day, and I sleep with them in my arms every day!"

"Oba?" Jiang Yichen trembled with laughter, "Ling Han, is your brain in water? It's already 2018, where are your Oba? What is wrong with learning, learning from children chasing stars? You think you are seventeen or eighteen years old!"

"I was ...... in the first place" Ling Han almost blurted out his age, but when he reacted, he hurriedly changed his words, "What's the matter......! If you're ugly like you, it's the weird uncle!"

"So what?" Jiang Yichen's face sank, "I have been with you all these years, and it is me, the strange uncle, who has provided you with food and drink, not the Obas in your mouth! What's more, the combination of myths in your heart and mind, I'm afraid that it has long been confused through the center of the earth!"

"Smack!"

The two of them were stunned at the same time - I don't know which tendon was wrong, Ling Han actually raised his hand and slapped Jiang Yichen.

"You!" Jiang Yichen held back his anger, so he didn't fight back.

"You can scold me, don't speak ill of my brothers!" Ling Han also looked angry, and glared at Jiang Yichen with round eyes.

"Not only did I scold them, but I also burned all their posters!Did you forget?" Jiang Yichen obviously deliberately wanted to provoke Ling Han, "Ah~ too! You don't remember anything." ”

"You bastard!" to Ling Han, those were all her treasures. When I was drowsy in math class, I looked at the faces of my brothers, and I suddenly came to my senses.

"What, don't believe it?" Jiang Yichen still had an indifferent attitude, "You can go back to your own home and take a look to see if those posters and albums are still there!"

"You ......" Ling Han's tears welled up in his eyes, "You're a bastard......!

Ling Han was angry for reason—those posters and albums were bought with her pocket money. She regarded them as treasures, and no one could move them, Jiang Yichen actually burned them with a fire! Ling Han wanted to strangle him on the spot, but the reason why she couldn't do it was that she was worried that she would not be able to beat them and would be "counter-killed".

"It's not good to chase something, chase Han Xing!" Jiang Yichen looked at Ling Han lightly, "Are you brain-dead?

Ling Han just cried.

Annoyed by Ling Han's crying, Jiang Yichen waved his hand: "It seems that you are not hungry." The food was fed to the dog, and he knew how to wag his tail at me. ”

Ling Han wiped his tears: "Who said I'm not hungry......"

"I see you're crying a lot, and you're not hungry. ”

"Hmph......" Ling Han stepped out of the door, "I have the strength to be angry with you when I am full!"

Looking at Ling Han's back, Jiang Yichen couldn't help but smile lightly.

However, what Ling Han didn't know was that the poster and album were burned was true, but it was not Jiang Yichen's doing, but Ling Han's mother - when the college entrance examination was approaching, Ling Han was only obsessed with chasing stars, and she didn't have the slightest idea of learning, and in a fit of anger, Ling Han's mother burned all her treasures.

Afterwards, Ling Han also cried a lot, like today.

Of course, what Ling Han didn't remember was that Jiang Yichen at that time ran all over the city's video stores in order to comfort her, and gathered her treasures again, which are still in the wedding room of the two of them.

If the memory has a temperature, it will always be kept at thirty-seven and a half degrees, close to the human body temperature, not too hot, not too cold.

If the memory has a taste, it is like the soil after a shower, with a faint fishy smell mixed with the fragrance of grass.

If memory had a shape, would it be like rain or wind, but its presence could be felt everywhere without a trace.