Jiang Xiaocha suddenly wanted to hear about Shengjing's experience over the past thousand years, some of the things he had done, the roads he had walked, what each life was like, and some things that she didn't want to touch, and gradually opened an opening, eager to hear all his feelings, and couldn't wait to empathize.

"Your first concert was held when you were thirteen. ”

"Yes, you know?"

"I know, when I was in elementary school, many children around me were going to see your concert, and on the day you held the concert, half of the students in our class asked for leave. Sheng Jing said these things, and Jiang Xiaocha's forgotten memories were gradually awakened.

That day, the classmates in the class asked for a lot of leave, and Jiang Xiaocha still felt a little incredible, why?

What kind of flu, sick, even the pets at home are sick, my mother is sick, etc., and so on, there is a reason for asking for leave because I am in a bad mood, Jiang Xiaocha's junior class in primary school, the curriculum is very tight, and classes have to be held from seven to nine o'clock in the evening, many people missed class that day, and the teacher was not in a good mood, she went on stage to do three questions and made two wrong questions.

Because of this incident, she was very impressed, and later learned that a bunch of people went to see the concert held by Shengjing, and she complained a lot.

Sheng Jing smiled softly, the person he wanted to see the most was doing questions in the classroom at that time.

"Why do you want to be a star?" Jiang Xiaocha was puzzled, "Actually, I think you, like Long Yuan, it's good to be the president behind the scenes, being a mysterious person, I believe you when you say that you are the president of the starry sky, and it is a bit abrupt to say that you are a star, and it is incompatible with your identity." ”

"Reason ......" Sheng Jing took a deep breath and suppressed the sourness in his heart, "Let's try a different life." ”

"Makes sense. ”

The two chatted about the past, and Jiang Xiaocha still couldn't accept what he had done for thousands of years, so he cautiously asked about the things of this life.

"By the way, why are you afraid of flying?"

Sheng Jing's face changed, and he glanced at her a little subtly.

Jiang Xiaocha, "Blame me, I once dreamed that I was flying in the clouds with you, and you looked very happy." ”

"That's your delusion. Sheng Jing said, "I have lived for more than ten years, and the highest place I have ever been to is the city tower, and suddenly one day I was held by someone and rushed to the sky, leaving a shadow for a lifetime." ”

Jiang Xiaocha, "......"

All right!

"Are you afraid of heights?"

"I'm not afraid of heights. ”

It's the fear of flying.

"I don't feel like I'm flying at all. Jiang Xiaocha concluded, "You are psychological, let me tell you, when I have wings, I will take you to fly a few more times, and you will not be afraid." ”

Wait until I have wings!

Sheng Jing frowned, why did Xiaocha say this, without thinking, as if one day she would really have wings, but Jiang Xiaocha didn't feel anything.

If you recover your memory, will your wings also be restored?

Excited to think about it?

"By the way, Huanhuan is also a Alien Fire Clan, why does Huanhuan have no wings?"

"Huanhuan ......" Huanhuan was sealed, and his wings were also sealed, so naturally there was none.

Huanhuan also has a pair of red wings, perhaps because of the mixed race, the color of the wings is slightly lighter than Qingluan's, and it is also very good-looking, the first time he saw Huanhuan, he was like a little angel.

White and tender, a purple gold flower between the eyebrows, fluttering with small pink wings, flickered in front of him.