In Beijing in spring, the afternoon sun is warm and bright.

Leng's mother's tomb is bathed in sunlight at the moment, and Leng Zimo's figure is also wrapped in a layer of sunshine.

After five years, Luo Xiaoqian has never stopped paying attention to him, and even participated in some activities of Emperor TV in order to see him, but it was the first time that she was so close to him.

Compared with five years ago, he seems to have lost some weight, but there is no trace of age on his face.

She was only a few steps away from him, and she could clearly see his face, with a wise wide forehead, thick eyebrows with beautiful eyebrows, long eyelashes dyed a dazzling golden brown by the sun, and sexy thin lips under the straight bridge of the nose.

The lips, she had kissed so passionately, and she had kissed her so passionately, and said to her the most touching and sincere love words in the world.

His eyes were still so bright, slightly slightly congested, and it seemed that when she was away, he often stayed up late.

Luo Xiaoqian subconsciously tightened her fingers on the branches of the bush, and gently rubbed a new leaf with her fingertips, as if touching his face.

Leng Zimo didn't realize it, and carefully wiped his mother's tombstone.

He folded the handkerchief and put it in his pocket, stood up and bowed three times to his mother.

Thinking that he was leaving, Luo Xiaoqian hurriedly lowered her body.

However, Leng Zimo did not leave, but bent down, picked up something from the ground, and when he straightened up again, there were already a few more grass paths between his fingers.

The lawn in the cemetery has just been mowed, and there is nothing special about this grass path, which should have been accidentally dropped by the workers while cleaning up the cut grass.

Throwing the broken grass into the trash can not far away, looking at the pale green stains left on the palm, Leng Zimo's mind suddenly flashed another palm.

The palm of the hand was smaller than his, the fingers were slender and there was no excess fat, and the shape of the hand was very beautiful.

It's just that the snow-white palms are stained with green grass stains......

His head ached faintly.

Raising his hand and pressing his aching temples, Leng Zimo's thick eyebrows were coldly wrinkled.

Walking back to his mother's grave, he slowly sat down on the steps.

"Mom, you said, am I sick, weishenme my head has always hurt recently, and my memory is also broken for a while, is there something wrong with my brain?"

Behind the bushes, listening to his confused whispers, Luo Xiaoqian's heart was just tight.

Could it be that hypnosis has any side effects?!

"I don't know weishenme, I always feel so empty in my heart, as if I have lost something important, but...... I can't think of anything......"

Leng Zimo's personality has always been strong, and such a thing will naturally not be mentioned to anyone, and the only person who can confide in him is his deceased mother.

Luo Xiaoqian hid behind the bushes, listening to his distressed voice, but her heart was distressed.

I thought that if he didn't remember her, he wouldn't be in pain, but he didn't expect that he wouldn't be happy.

Zimo, I'm sorry!

Leng Zimo heard the strange sound behind the bushes and stood up suddenly.

"Who's there?!"

Did he find her?!

Luo Xiaoqian was taken aback, raised her hands in a panic, and covered her mouth and nose.

Noticing the dress faintly peeking through the leaves of the bushes, Leng Zimo stood up suspiciously, and walked towards the bushes step by step.

Listening to his footsteps approaching, Luo Xiaoqian's heart shrank nervously.