After hearing this, Jin Mengyan was sad. It is no wonder that the old man once warned himself, "The world is miserable, and we must not be nostalgic." ”

Looking at the tears of the old man and the little girl, Jin Mengyan was even more sad, but she herself had no tears.

She rarely cried when she was a human being, and even if she cried, she didn't cry anymore, and since she became a snake, she couldn't cry anymore, but now there are no tears but it seems so discordant, but fortunately the old man can't see this disharmony.

Jin Mengyan wanted to say something comforting, but she didn't want to be bumped into by someone, and when she looked, the person had already run away, and she could only see a back.

A green cloth robe, with a complement on the chest and back, and some clouds of rust on the patch.

Jin Mengyan felt like a gust of wind drifting by, and couldn't help but stare deeply at the tall back...... The old man felt the sudden stop of Jin Mengyan, and asked nervously, "Girl, what's wrong?"

Jin Mengyan smiled embarrassedly, and when he turned around, he just wanted to say that it was nothing, but he heard someone shouting: "Lan Xuan, Lan Xuan, you slow down."

Jin Mengyan was stunned for a moment, chewing "Lan Xuan" carefully

Two words, I can't help but think of the person in the bottom of my heart.

His name is Jing Lanxuan, and he is the man she met in the snow mountain, and Jin Mengyan still remembers his appearance.

At that time, he was standing beside him at a height of 1.8 meters, wearing a dark blue coat and a black scarf around his neck, and she couldn't really see the color of his pants, after all, the snow had covered half of his trouser legs.

The last hug he gave was the first and last time she was held by a man in that world.

Thinking of this, Jin Mengyan smiled lightly, thinking to himself, he was not ashamed, and he was still held by the man...... Jin Mengyan was in a trance, and suddenly someone grabbed his sleeve, and when he looked down, it was the curious gaze of the little girl Cuidie.

"Sister, what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable? Sister Lin Xi's house is about to arrive, let her show you, she can see it well. ”

Jin Mengyan couldn't help but smile when he heard this, reached out and gently tapped Cui Die's nose, and said, "You little guy, it's about to become a chatterbox." ”

"Ah, what's the chatterbox?"

As soon as these words came out, the old man and Jin Mengyan laughed together, leaving Cui Die alone to look at her grandmother and Jin Mengyan strangely.

Jin Mengyan bent down and touched Cui Die's little face, and said, "The chatterbox is a box with a lot of words."

The little girl seemed to understand, and suddenly pouted: "Sister bullied me, hmph, ignore you." ”

As she spoke, she turned around and grabbed her grandmother and was about to leave, but she heard the old man say kindly: "Silly girl, sister is teasing you, let's go quickly, otherwise it will be dark." ”

As soon as the old man said this, Jin Mengyan realized that the sky was gradually darkening, and she suddenly felt that her waist and knees were sore, and her legs and feet were weak, so she hurriedly said to the old man: "Auntie, since I am almost here, I will send it here, and I will go back." ”

As Jin Mengyan spoke, she lowered her head and said to Cui Die: "Little girl, you have to take good care of grandma, take good care of Miss Du, we are destined to meet again." ”

After Jin Mengyan finished speaking, he didn't wait for the old man to speak, then turned around and left, and the old man asked anxiously behind him, "Girl, what's your name?"

Jin Mengyan replied without looking back: "Jin Mengyan, splendid brocade, evil dream, hot heat." ”

However, it is said unintentionally, and it is sounded intentionally.

The old man and the child remembered her name, and at the same time, another person also remembered it, just because she said the dream of the evil dream, the hot heat.

"Hehe, it's funny, you would explain your name like this. ”

"Ah, who, who's talking?"

Jin Mengyan said and hurriedly turned back to look, where was someone talking, only a man tried to peel through the crowd and ran forward.

Jin Mengyan shook his head, he must have thought too much about it, but the voice just now was so familiar, like a voice engraved in his heart.

"Remember my name, Jing Lanxuan, Jing Lanxuan......"