"Xiaoyu...... Mother, Xiaoyu is awake!" A surprised girl's cry.

"Whoa!"

There was another sound of something falling on the ground, as if in the distance, accompanied by the sound of swift and light footsteps, followed by a heavy thud as the wood door was violently pushed open and slammed against the bamboo wall.

"Yu'er!Yu'er!" accompanied by an anxious, excited and trembling voice, very sweet and delicate.

The moment he regained his memory, unexpectedly, the voices of two women rushed into Lang Yu's mind first, but he couldn't understand what he was shouting.

He tried to open his eyes, but the strong light coming through the wood door pierced him and forced him to squint his eyes again. "Am I not dead, am I still alive?" Lang Yu's mind was overturned, and the broken fragments were tangled chaotically.

The body was as soft as a puddle of mud, and the woman held it in her arms, and the cold and delicate skin was attached to his face. A tear fell, running down Langyu's cheeks.

"Yu'er, Yu'er......" The dream-like voice kept repeating in his ears, and Lang Yu's body trembled with the woman. The eyes tried hard to open a slit, but they still couldn't open, and the upper and lower eyelids trembled nervously twice.

"Xiaoyu, you finally woke up, look at me, Xiaoyu, look at me, look at my mother. The girl next to her took Lang Yu's hand, panting, laughing, crying, shaking Lang Yu's hand, and shouting incoherently.

"Mother?" Lang Yu muttered a word, but he couldn't remember what it meant. In the chaotic memory, it seems that this is a very important and profound note.

The shouting stopped abruptly at this time, because Lang Yu finally opened his eyes with difficulty.

He was greeted by two faces that seemed familiar and unfamiliar. There was a strange feeling in Langyu's heart. On the left is a woman in her thirties. The delicate and white face, like the eyebrows of the two crescent moons, has tears in the phoenix's eyes. The green silk hangs like a waterfall on the thin shoulders. At this time, his brows were slightly locked, and his excited eyes were full of infinite love. On the right is a teenage girl. The immature little face is somewhat similar to the woman on the left. The big black grape-like eyes are slightly red.

"Xiaoyu, I'm Sister Yueyue, your name. It's called Sister Yue. The little girl stared at Lang Yu, wiped her eyes with her slender little hand, and screamed eagerly.

"Sister Yue?" Lang Yu kept searching for these specious memories in his mind, as if he had been very kind but felt very distant.

Do I have a mother? and a sister? Those notes are absolutely unfamiliar, but in my mind they convey a certain meaning to him, and it is not very clear if I search carefully.

"Mother, Xiaoyu doesn't know us anymore, what should I do?" the immature voice said anxiously.

"No, don't cry Yue'er. Xiao Yu has just woken up, and he will be fine in a while. You go and fetch water first, and the ......" faded as the voice faded in. Langyu fell asleep again.

At the foot of the verdant mountain, there is a simple bamboo courtyard and two small houses. A half-circular fence enclosed a wall of unknown vines and green leaves.

The eastern sky was tinged with a faint orange halo, and the morning dew was slightly cool. Most of the courtyard is a medicine garden, high and low, jagged blooming with various delicate flowers.

It was an unusual morning, and shouts of excitement and excitement could be heard from the normally silent courtyard.

The little girl in a purple flower skirt walked out of the house quickly, picked up the bamboo bucket in front of the door, opened the bamboo door, and ran along the grass path in front of the door to the depths of the woods. From time to time, he wiped the tears of excitement from the corners of his eyes with his delicate fingers, turned around and disappeared like the wind.

An hour later, Lang Yu was placed in a large wooden basin, and his body was immersed in a pale green water, and some medicinal herbs and a few flowers floated on the water. The girl in the purple dress sits on a bamboo bench by the barrel and snuggles up in her mother's arms.

"When will my brother wake up, even if he doesn't know us. ”

"Soon, Yueyue, don't worry, he'll definitely remember us. ”

The woman caressed the girl's head lovingly, and quietly looked at Lang Yu who was sleeping in the wooden basin.

It's been three years, and this scenario has been going on for three years. For three years, they had been looking forward to it so much, expecting a miracle, and this day finally appeared.

The bamboo house was still quiet, as usual, but at this moment, the hearts of the mother and daughter were beating violently, and the excitement could not be concealed on their faces.

Golden beaches, blue seas, warm sunshine, and the sky is getting brighter. The whole body is so lazy, I can only let the gentle sea water caress it, numb, itchy. I can't remember how long it hasn't been like this. No, I should never have enjoyed such a day so comfortably, this piece of tranquility is unbearable to open your eyes. Memories wander freely in the poetic ocean, for a long, long time. Indulge in peace, tranquility, and warmth, as if time has stood still. If it floats like this forever, Langyu won't mind.

Maybe it's a dream, maybe it's a long time.

Suddenly, a leaf, perhaps a fish, slid past his waist. Lang Yu didn't bother to open his eyes, but subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it, it was a soft and slippery feeling.

"It's moving, mother, look ......"

"Shhhh The world that was as peaceful as a dream was shattered.

Lang Yu woke up again, three days later. It was the first time in his twenty-eight-year-old career that he had been asleep for so long. There had never been an environment that would have allowed him to relax his heartstrings so unguardedly, because he was a thief, a thief who gave many people headaches and even fears. If he was just a thief, he should be able to enjoy his life beautifully every day, but if he made the business a little bigger, many sanctimonious bigwigs would think about him all the time and want him to disappear into this world, so he must always tighten the string in his head, even if he sleeps.

However, this time he woke up definitely different, and he thought that he might never wake up.

In front of him were four black eyes, staring at him without blinking. A delicate and slightly haggard face, a wisp of green silk drooping over the eyelids. There was a sparkle of water in his eyes, as if he was about to slip off at any moment. On her shoulders, there was another small face, delicate and gentle, revealing a maturity that should not belong to her age.

The first impression in Langyu's heart: These are two strange women, very beautiful and beautiful. Of course, that little girl can only be called a pretty girl. With the wise eyes that he had cultivated half-thieving, Lang Yu came to a conclusion from their eyes that the two people in front of him were not in danger to him, and even that gaze contained joy and kindness.

"Yu'er?"

"Xiaoyu. Gently, as if the voice that frightened him for fear came into Langyu's mind almost at the same time. It sounded so intimate and the voice was very soft, but Lang Yu was confused. Who are they? Where are they? Did they save me?

He recalled the three lonely Fuso people in his last memory, as cold as the knives in their hands. The moment he got his hands on the ancient painting scroll, a cold cold light pierced through his back and out of his chest, and he saw his own blood spurting out along the blood groove of the knife body, staining the painting scroll.

A piece of cold, a piece of golden light, and consciousness was drained away. He never relied on luck, but this time yes, he did make a mistake, and the price of the mistake was ...... Thinking of this, Lang Yu subconsciously used his hand to find the chest through which the blade penetrated.

"Wow!" Lang Yu just glanced at himself, and immediately turned out of the wooden basin like a cat with its tail stepped on. Staggered out of the door.

Damn it. Two beautiful women stared at a big naked man, and the reputation of the poor lone wolf I was finished.

Cursing over and over again in his heart, Lang Yu never expected that he would be lying almost naked in a large wooden basin, wearing only a small trouser less than half a foot. Virgin, my twenty-eight-year-old virgin, that's it, how can I be embarrassed, how can I be embarrassed.

Ran out of the house in a panic, and circled the yard one foot at a time, and there was not even a place to hide.

At this time, there was a "giggle" laughter at the door of the house, and Lang Yu had to hide behind the flower stand first, covering his buttocks with both hands. The saddest thing in life happened to me so inexplicably.

God, master, wow, when I woke up, I actually stripped people of their clothes. Pity me for being suave and handsome,......

Wait, Uncle will definitely make you look good, steal your clothes, and won't even give you any pants left.

Ahem——, forget it, Uncle Ben hasn't been so dirty since his debut.

Lang Yu was struggling with his thoughts. As soon as the little girl in purple came out of the house, she leaned against the bamboo wall, covered her stomach with her hands and smiled: "Xiaoyu is still shy, hehe......"

The young woman in white also walked out of the room slowly, smiling slightly and looking at the row of flower stands in the corner, "Little child, what are you afraid of, my mother is still hiding, hehe, come, put on this dress first." As he spoke, he threw a small shirt in his hand towards the flower stand. saw that the green shirt passed straight through the branches and leaves of the vines, and rested lightly on Lang Yu's shoulders, and the leaves didn't seem to move at all, which made Lang Yu stunned.

Lang Yu, who was extremely embarrassed and depressed, didn't care about how the clothes came over, as if he saw a life-saving straw, he quickly ripped it off. With a shake of his hand, he was about to drape it on his body, but the moment he saw his clothes, he suddenly felt the urge to vomit blood. This, this is too small. This is clearly a child's clothes.

Hey, I can't care so much, I can finally block it.

It's just a small robe, and it's easy to wear. After putting it on, he subconsciously pulled the corners of his clothes downward, and suddenly Lang Yu's body bent into a shrimp couldn't help but be stunned there, looking at the little feet that only exposed the hem of his clothes, he finally began to look at himself seriously.

That's right, this dress is your own, so to speak, it is tailor-made. The clothes are not small, but ......

"Have you become smaller?" This logic is not difficult to deduce, and Lang Yu immediately felt his head swell in circles. "I-!" Sure enough, his hands and feet were different from the one he was once familiar with, and they became white, pure, delicate and tender. I guess that face is not his own, he can feel it. What's going on? What's going on? Where is this? And the two women? There are so many questions that Langyu's head is going to spin.