Regarding the stressors that Fang Jinnan mentioned earlier, Fang Zhihe's understanding is that he suffered abandonment, abuse, sexual assault, emotional neglect, etc. during his childhood, and if this is the case, Lin Rongrong only meets the first rule - abandonment.

Abandonment? Lin Rongrong was only 4 years old when he was sent to the welfare home, can a 4-year-old child remember his experience? Thinking of this, Fang Shiga began to think back to his childhood, and thinking about it, a little girl appeared in front of him.

Yaoyao!

Fang Zhihe suddenly shuddered, and then parked the car on the side of the road, he first looked up at the scenery outside the car window, then reached out and took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed the mobile phone number of Jinnan below.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you have time in the afternoon?"

"Yes!"

"Then I'll see you at three o'clock in the afternoon. ”

"You?"

"Hmm!"

"You're here to sleep, so forget it!"

"What do you mean?"

"Meaning, I'm interested in the guy who came last time. ”

"Then take her with you. ”

"Good!"

After hanging up the phone, Fang Zhihe started the car, continued to drive forward, and stopped again when passing by the Lizhou Academy of Fine Arts, he thought for a while, stepped out of the car, and then strode into a stationery store at the entrance of the Academy of Fine Arts, he looked at the dazzling array of painting tools on the shelves, frowned, the clerk in the store raised his eyes and looked at him, knowing that he was a layman, so he quickly stepped forward to recommend him a few expensive pigments and paper, and Fang Zhihe was unaware of this, paid happily, stepped out of it, and after coming out, he deliberately looked up at the brand of this stationery store-- Stationery of the Academy of Fine Arts.

He didn't know if Lin Rongrong had ever been here, if he had bought these paints, if he had studied at the university here, everything about her was mysterious, like a veil, if he wanted to see the so-called truth, he had to lift the veil first, but he didn't know how to uncover it......

After 40 minutes, the car turned off the highway and the scenery outside the window changed to a fast-moving pattern, making it impossible to remember any of the segments.

After another 40 minutes, the car stopped, Fang Zhihe glanced at the iris that was about to bloom in front of the villa, turned around and walked towards the backyard flower room, the door of the flower room was open, he looked inside, but he didn't expect to see a woman in a white dress, the woman was standing with her back to him in a field of flowers.

Looking at the soft back, Fang Zhihe's eyes became in a trance, and after a while, he cautiously moved behind the woman and called softly: "Han Ying!"

The voice was soft like a spring breeze, and then it blew and then dispersed.

When Lin Rongrong heard the voice, he immediately turned his head to look behind him, and there was a man in casual clothes standing behind him, with a soft smile on his face, but the smile only stayed on his face for a second, and then disappeared after a second.

"What are you doing here?!" a cold voice sounded.

“……”

"Okay, don't say it, it's hard!" Fang Zhihe smiled bitterly in his heart, turned around and left the flower room.

Blame him, blame him for his bad memory, and fail to remember reality! Fang Zhihe blamed himself while walking to the bedroom on the second floor, and when he came to the second floor, he lay down on the bed sullenly, flipped through the magazines randomly, and suddenly remembered something, so he quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed it out.

"What the hell do you mean?!" If memory serves, he deliberately avoided the white dress that day in Yuecheng.

"Oh, it's new, I think it fits the girl's temperament, so I brushed it up and forgot to tell you!" the woman said with a smile.

"Yao Ke!"

"It's not expensive, 32,000!"

Fang Zhihe gritted his teeth and hung up the phone.