Meng Yao's face turned red, wife, this word, she didn't even dare to hope for it before, but today he said it himself, "I ......"

"If you don't say it, you admit it," Luo Xiao stared at her face, his expression soft, "You look so good." ”

“……”

Meng Yao bit the corner of her mouth, "Is this what you remember about me?"

"In memory......" Luo Xiao withdrew his hand, and the whole person lay back on the lawn, he raised his head and looked at the sky, "I don't remember, I only know, your name is Xiao Ran." ”

"Do you remember my last name?"

"Your surname is ......" Luo Xiao frowned, trying to search for his memory, "The surname is Tong." ”

He said and looked at her with a different face, "Your name is Tong Ran, right?"

Meng Yao only felt sad, it was all at this point, he still only remembered her, the word Tong Ran had completely dissolved into his mind, presumably his subconscious was probably full of this name, right?

She hung her head, her eyes unable to hide her sadness.

Luo Xiao held her hand, "Xiao Ran, what's wrong with you?"

"It's fine. ”

Meng Yao hurriedly retracted her thoughts, she lay down on the grass beside him, Luo Xiao naturally reached out and grabbed her shoulder, "I think, I must love you very much." ”

Meng Yao was hugged by him, and she was almost about to cry, but she held back, "For...... Why?"

"Because I think about you all the time, your name is in my head, how can it linger, you say, this is not love, what is it?"

Meng Yao put her head close to his neck socket and nodded with tears in her eyes, "Yes...... It's love. ”

The two leaned together, the morning breeze was a little cool, Luo Xiao stretched out his hand to hug her tightly, "Is it cold?"

"No, it's not cold. ”

"You haven't sued me yet, what's my name?"

Meng Yao stretched out his hand to hug his waist, "Your name is Luo Xiao." ”

"Luo Xiao?" Luo Xiao read these two words, and then smiled, "Luo Xiao, Tong Ran...... These two names really go well. ”

Meng Yao closed her eyes and didn't speak, and Luo Xiao asked again, "Xiao Ran, how did we meet?"

"We ...... They grew up together. ”

"Really?" Luo Xiao turned his head to the side and kissed her cheek, "That must have been more than twenty years, right?"

"Yes, twenty-one years...... I am twenty-one years old. ”

Luo Xiao reached out and lifted her chin, "Xiao Ran, do you love me?"

Meng Yao met his eyes, and she nodded vigorously, "Love ......"

"I love you too. ”

Luo Xiao's expression was more gentle than he had ever been, and he slowly lowered his head and made contact with her.

A kiss was tender, Meng Yao couldn't stop trembling, Luo Xiao hugged her tightly with both hands, "Don't cry, Xiao Ran, I'm not fine......?"

"Okay, I don't cry, I don't cry......"

Meng Yao also hugged him, she knew that this qiē was all an illusion, and she also knew that Luo Xiao didn't love her, but did these still matter?

She would rather he never think about it for the rest of his life, and if it goes on like this for the rest of his life, she can do child dyeing for him for the rest of her life, whatever she wants......

After a while, the entangled lips of the two parted, and Meng Yao raised his head and stared at his face with infatuation, "Xiao." ”

Luo Xiao frowned, he stroked her hair, "I remember, you didn't seem to call me that before. ”

“……”

Meng Yao bit her lower lip, and the three words spun in circles before she shouted, "Brother Luo." ”

Luo Xiao smiled when he saw this, and reached out to pinch her face, "What are you doing with a nervous face, as if I would hit you at any moment." ”