Hearing the sound, Li Yan's dilated black pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes shook violently.

"Your name is Yan Yan, what about me? Who am I? What am I? ”

The little milk bag was shining with grape eyes, fat, but thin and pointed at her, milky and simple, and shouted crisply: "It's Yan Yan!" ”

Li Yan clenched his fists, and the blue tendons on his forehead were thinly raised, "There is only one Yan Yan!" Her eyes were stunningly beautiful, dark and scorching, as if she were about to burn something to the ground.

The little milk bag was innocent and excited, she patted her little chest and introduced: "Xiao Yanyan! ”

She pointed at Li Yan again, the little milk voice was tender and glutinous, like holding milk powder, and the cute dead did not pay for her life, "Grow up Yanyan!" ”

"A face!" Saying that, the little milk bag clapped her hands happily, she was wearing a small and delicate silver bracelet on her hand, and there were two bells hanging thinly, making a pleasant sound.

The aftermath echoed in Li Yan's mind like a magic spell, making some of the original foggy and blank memories rendered with a thick ink color.

Leaving a deep trace, like a knife carving, Li Yan's cranial nerves began to throb.

One, two, three, countless roots, densely packed, screaming, tearing, and as if there was a fire to blow it up, it was enough to make people mad and crazy.

Li Yan is very afraid of pain, but at the same time, she has the endurance and endurance that exceeds the load of her body several times more.

Butterfly Wing's eyelashes trembled violently, Li Yan's mood was very unstable, she rarely had such a gaffe, this was not a disguise, "What do you mean?" The words were beady, strong and low, almost word by word, and the teeth were spit out.

The little cub's big and clear eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, she tilted her head in confusion, bit her fingers and said: "Yan Yan is Yan Yan ......"

She almost said that you are me, I am you.

"You're not!" Li Yan's eyes were a little red.

When she was a child, she was like a stray cat with a gray face, a skinny skinny face, and extremely weak.

Abandoned mercilessly.

Forgotten, bullied, trampled.

She doesn't have a home.

And the little milk bag has it all.

It is like a mirror standing among them, reflecting the two extremes of life.

If the little milk bag is really her, then what is everything she has experienced?

The little milk bag looked at her with a blank eye, "Then what am I?" ”

Li Yan looked into her clean and bright eyes.

"You are the desire of the human heart, you are the fantasy, you are the source of falsehood!"

The little milk bag is not impatient, the immature little milk voice is innocent, she asked, "Does that person refer to you?" ”

Li Yan's clenched fists were shaking, her expression was stubborn, her eyes were like fierce wolf cubs, "You shut up......"

Xiao Milk Bao is not afraid at all, "I'm an illusion, do you really think so?" ”

"Yan Yan can't fool Yan Yan, because Yan Yan is a person."

"Yan Yan obviously already has the answer in her heart."

Li Yan snorted hoarsely, "You shut up for me......"

The little milk bag supports his baby's fat face, the little short legs sway, and the crystal clear black eyes reflect the peerless elegance and unparalleled Li Yanlai when he grows up.

"So you admit I'm you?"

Li Yan's eyes were red, and instead of facing the problem, he said, "Give me the memory." ”

The little milk bag puffed out his face, cocked his mouth angrily, and said complainingly: "......"