"Shama, Shama......" Tong Meng saw that Shama had not moved since entering the cloakroom, so she became uneasy, twisted her feet and hands to investigate, and when she leaned half of her body into the cloakroom, the light in the cloakroom suddenly turned on, and the room suddenly became as bright as day. But there was no Sharma inside, and the sixteen dressing mirrors on the two wardrobes reflected each other, and countless of their own faces appeared in it.

Li Bai wore deacon gloves, stood in the center of the cloakroom, saw the hidden head and tail of Tong Meng outside the door, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, he raised the deacon spinning top, intending to give her a little punishment, but he couldn't lift his strength. The corner of his eye fell on the dressing mirror, knowing that Tong Meng couldn't see himself, and although he could see Tong Meng, he couldn't see her face clearly. It's also strange to say, I just thought that this little girl was the person she was looking for, but there was no mole in her palm, but knowing that she was not the person she was looking for, she could still make herself worry.

Time passed minute by minute, and the eyes in the mirror never intersected, reflecting countless pairs of passing gazes.

"Shama, where have you been?" Seeing that the cloakroom was empty, Tong Meng quietly walked in, opening the mirror door one by one, wondering if the mischievous Shama would be playing hide and seek, because she hadn't gone out since she entered the cloakroom.

I opened the wardrobe one after another, and all I saw were white windbreakers, dazzling, noble tailoring, looking for all the wardrobes, there was no Sharma in it, and then the light above my head suddenly went out again, and Tong Meng stood in place, at a loss. Li Bai stood in front of Tong Meng, the two were only one step apart, raised the deacon spinning top in his left hand, gritted his teeth, and turned it.

In an instant, a group of colorful forgotten fish flew out of the rapidly rotating top, floating in the air, and when they swam in front of Tong Meng, they suddenly stopped, and Tong Meng was shocked by the sudden scene, and those beautiful moth-like fish felt inexplicably familiar, and there was an inexplicable loss. The endless stream of forgotten fish suddenly turned around, continued to swim forward, and then circled back to Li Bai's side, and soon turned into a circle, enveloping Li Bai and Tong Meng in a shining circle of light, and those colorful lights were reflected in the mirror, like beautiful neon.

Li Bai couldn't help but take a step forward, his right hand seemed to have independent thinking, and slowly raised it in front of Tong Meng. Tong Meng couldn't help but stretch out his left hand, the two hands stopped in the air, did not touch, looking at each other from a distance through a thin air, as if they were greeting each other, like old people reunited. To Li Bai's shock, the palm that had been in severe pain just now actually quieted down.

After a long time, Li Bai withdrew his hand, and Tong Meng's hand slowly fell. The two incomprehensible people looked at their abnormal hands in unison, like looking at a wild horse that had escaped.

"In any case, she is not Qingjue. When Li Bai came back to his senses, he pressed the deacon spinning top in his hand again, and countless flying fish turned into a wonderful musical note in the blink of an eye, and drilled into Tong Meng's mind one after another. At that moment, Tong Meng closed his eyes and complained incredibly: "Why are you here again?"

A few seconds later, when she opened her eyes again, the forgotten fish were long gone, and what appeared in front of her was Shama's white, round face.