Quan Yan didn't write to tell her cousin-in-law when she went back, but when she stood in front of the old house of the third uncle's house, the cousin-in-law was so surprised that she couldn't be more surprised. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

She served a cup of hot water, sat beside her, and smiled: "Ah Yan, why are you coming back?"

"I want to come back and see. Quan Yan told her.

The sister-in-law went out to work, and Quan Yan put on a backpack and set foot on the way back to her parents' house.

The buildings along the way have changed a lot, but no matter how they are changed, this place is not the familiar hometown of Kwon Yan from beginning to end. Exotic buildings surround the throne, with towering towers blocking out the sky.

She remembers that in the small alleys of Chinatown, there was a nursery school owned by her mother-in-law in southern Fujian.

“Miss，who-are-you-looking-for?” An old inquiry came from behind him.

Quan Yan stiffened, grabbed the strap of his backpack, his movements froze again and again, and finally turned around-

"I'm looking for you. ”

The old man put on his reading glasses, stared at the unfamiliar face for a while, and asked, "Do you tie a side?" ”

"I'm Chiuan-Yim. ”

"I went to school when I was three years old. ”

The old man's distant gaze seemed to be rummaging through the photo album of old memories, but he really couldn't think of it, so he had to give up. He took out a large bunch of keys from his jacket pocket, "Hey, if you have a good number, it will be demolished immediately, and a lot of information will be scrapped, so you can take a look!"

Quan Yan doesn't have much affection for this place, even if it is completely demolished, she will not feel sorry.

"How many years have you been a student?"

"Probably... Five or five years, two years. ”

"Ah, here. The old man took out a yellowish, slightly moth-eaten file box from the dusty shelf, "C-H-I-U-A-N, C at the beginning." ”

As the sun set, under the worried eyes of her sister-in-law, Quan Yan returned to her sister-in-law's house with a pile of old papers.

"Ayan, it's dangerous at night here, don't go out casually. A lot of people have guns. ”

"Cousin-in-law. ”

"Huh?" the cousin turned to her and asked, "Have you had dinner?" what do you want to eat? How about lasagna or pineapple pie?"

Quan Yan clutched the old year materials in his hand tightly, and asked her in an almost choked voice, "When I was a child, what was it like?"

My sister-in-law was picking out the dinner menu and didn't notice her abnormality, "What's that? It looks pink and tender, chubby, and likeable. ”

“…… I'm Autistic-Child, right? ”

Her firm tone made the movements of her sister-in-law's hands stiff, and she smiled wryly: "Ah Yan, don't think about it, how can you be autistic......"

She shut up.

"I'm an autistic child, so my mom majored in child psychology. I entered Mrs. Wu's nursery when I was three years old, and my mother accompanied me until I was four years old, because the changes around me did not change my mood in the slightest, so she took me to work while I was along. Is it. ”

The sister-in-law was silent, clutching her clothes and frowning, "But you don't have any symptoms of autistic children now, Ayan, the doctor made a wrong diagnosis." You're not an autistic child, and you're a genius, and you're just speaking a few years later than anyone else. It doesn't mean anything, you're just talking late, and besides, your uncle and aunt are busy, and the babysitter commission in the U.S. is too expensive, and they take you to school to save money......"

None of this matters, Quan Yan has always forgotten what he was like when he was very young in his life. When I came back this time, I got the records of Mrs. Wu's nursery, as well as the medical records of St. Mary's Hospital from her birth to the age of eighteen, which was already very clear - she had been autistic.

At a very young age, when she first came into the world.

Why exactly?

What did she forget about the things of her previous life?

What is the reason why she came to this era. What is the reason why she has not spoken for nearly eight years, and what is the reason why she forgets some things in her previous life?

These records, once again, prove that there is something wrong with her memory. Those dreams are not her random speculation, it is very likely that they are the reproduction of scenes from her previous life.

She remembers when the little monkey was born, remembered that he went to learn to sing when he was more than seven years old, and remembered that he performed on stage for the first time at the age of fifteen, but she did not have regrets because of the internship.

Gradually, Quan Yan carved out a clear pulse in the chaotic memory.

It's just that she can't confirm it yet.