Seaweed-like long hair, big waves curling beautiful flaxen, hearing such a description Xiang Xiaoyuan couldn't help but think of Zhao Jianling.

Sword Spirit was born with a curly hair, and her hair color was flaxen with a healthy halo, reflecting her skin as white as jade, and that beautiful long hair was also what Sword Spirit was most proud of. often shows off to herself, and when she goes on the street, she is pulled up and asked what kind of roll she is hot and what color she is dyed.

"Okay, then let's try it!" Xiao Yuan came to his senses and decided to support her, and then waited patiently with her......

**

Cheng Hao sat on Lou Jie's desk and was still angry, Lou Jie wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, so he had to turn his face to the side and squeeze his eyes at Shang Peng.

"What the hell is going on? Did Lan Jiyu change his heart or a different mind? Are you sure you didn't get the wrong person? That behavior and that language are like that, and you can get rid of a female hooligan!"

Cheng Hao couldn't bear it, although the original Xiaoyu was a little sick, she was still a lady, and her words and deeds were the demeanor of a noble lady, but now she looks like a different person, one day Lan Shaoqi will come back and return such a blue Jiyu to him, he still doesn't look for himself to fight hard?

"I think it's good, isn't she much better than the glass man who needs to be taken care of everywhere?" Lou Jie quite admired her current state.

Shang Peng smiled without saying a word, to be honest, he was also very curious about Xiaoyu's 180-degree transformation.

"In fact, there seems to be a precedent in the world that after a heart transplant, the personality of the transplantee will become more and more like the donor. ”

Before this, he had been mentally prepared, and it was not unacceptable to the changes in the blue monsoon rain, on the contrary, she was much more interesting than the original lifeless appearance.

"I'll go, I must find out whose heart she accepted, if she is really a female hooligan, you really have to be careful!" Cheng Hao was extremely resentful.

Lou Jie couldn't help laughing, then quickly put away his smile and asked Shang Peng seriously: "By the way, isn't Xiaoyu amnesia? Why didn't you come back without saying hello?"

Shang Peng thought about it and suddenly felt a little confused in his mind, yes, what the hell is going on?

……

After Shang Peng accompanied Lan Jiyu to the United States, she was still asleep for a long time, and she suddenly woke up one day after checking the MRI.

In fact, he thought many times what would happen if she woke up and saw her, would she be angry, would she be angry, would she cry and fuss?

But the real reality is that she doesn't remember anything.

Seeing her slowly open her eyes and look at herself, those eyes were as clear and transparent as a newborn baby, or she was really reborn, with curiosity and ignorance of the world, rewriting her life.

She slowly leaned over to his face and asked curiously, "Who are you?"

At that moment, his heart suddenly beat hard, and it was the first time he found out that she was so good-looking.

Her slender eyebrows were slightly raised, her bright eyes were as clear as a lake of snow, and there was a thin layer of ice on top of it, her hair hung down next to her snow-white cheeks, and her hair was as messy as silk, and she was delicate after recovering from a serious illness.

She is the daughter of the Lan family, even if she is less than one-tenth of her brother's, but she is definitely a beauty in a million.

It's just that through layers of hatred and grievances, he seems to have never looked at her with his heart and remembered what she looked like.

"Who are you?" she repeated, "Who am I?"

Shang Peng suddenly realized that she didn't remember anything!

It was as if a train had run over him in his heart, rumbling past it, and then suddenly calming down.

It's okay, she really doesn't remember anything, isn't that the best thing?

God is really joking, is it as simple as a flying insect in the palm of our hand?

"My name is ...... Shang Peng!" For some reason, he subconsciously chose this name.

Is it because the name nostalgia has the longest time for one's companionship, or because this name does not have so many grievances and hatreds.

He couldn't tell......

Every day after that, he was accompanying her, accompanying her for rehabilitation, accompanying her for physical examinations, accompanying her to the supermarket, and accompanying her on excursions.

It was the first time he accompanied a person, letting go of all grievances and grievances, letting go of all selfish thoughts, and simply accompanying her.

Looking at her sitting on the reef by the sea, she stretched out her arms and shouted happily to the sea, the sea breeze blew her long hair, and also blew her clothes up and rattled.

He suddenly had a delusion, who was accompanying whom?

He has always been known for being sociable, but he knows what he is doing with him, so even if he is surrounded by so-called friends, he wants to stand in a crowded bus.

People have been close to each other for a long time, so close that there are hardly any gaps, but they are completely unfamiliar.

And now he finally doesn't have to guard against anyone, calculate anyone, and no longer have to worry about being calculated and betrayed by anyone, just standing quietly behind her, feeling more relaxed than he has ever been.

"Where do you say the end of the sea?" asked Lan Jiyu in innocent words.

"The sea has no end. ”

"What about the sky?"

"There is no end to the sky. ”

"What about life?" she smiled, so pure as she smiled.

He didn't know how to answer, so he could only smile back.

Lan Jiyu didn't ask any more, but slowly turned his head: "Are we good friends? You know my name, do you know my past?"

He hadn't told her about Xiaoyu's past all this time, because he had been hesitating whether to let her stagger forward in everything before and experience another blow, or create a virtual but beautiful life for her.

This time he decided, he would slowly tell her everything she used to do, including that she had an older brother, including that her parents had died, and that the Lan family no longer existed......

He talks a little bit every day, only a little bit, and Lan Jiyu calmly accepts his past like listening to a story.

Sometimes she would be silent, and then she would not speak for a day and would just sit on the balcony and play the cello.

"I know you're having a hard time accepting it. Shang Peng wanted to touch her head, but when he touched her hair, he could only withdraw his hand.

"It's not difficult. Lan Jiyu shook his head: "I think those really sound like stories." ”

Yes, looking back on the grievances over the years, the revenge he was planning over the years, and the humiliation and pressure he endured over the years, it turned out to be a story.

Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterflies, is it a butterfly in our dream, or is it a dream that we are butterflies......