Meng Chuan's voice is low magnetic and mellow, like a fine wine buried in the ground, the more you taste it, the more fragrant it becomes.

Xi Zhihua was slightly stunned, "Professor Meng, you ......"

She stared at Meng Chuan's eyes, and her mind echoed what he had just said.

Xi Zhihua, you really can't remember who I am?

He......

Suddenly, a bright light crossed my mind.

Xi Zhihua's eyes widened suddenly, looking at the man in front of her in shock, her lips opened slightly, and she seemed to find her voice for a while.

"You...... Are you Brother Achuan? Xi Zhihua's voice trembled slightly.

Meng Chuan saw that she remembered, and the unhappiness in his heart disappeared a little.

Derpy melon still has a bit of a conscience, and he hasn't forgotten it thoroughly.

"Hmm." He answered.

Xi Zhihua looked at his arm, it was complete, too good to be better.

Meng Chuan knew what she was thinking, and he lowered his eyes and glanced at his arm.

He was indeed born with a disability, he was born with a missing arm, and now he is connected with a simulated prosthesis, the one that fits best with his body.

So outsiders can't see that one of the hands is fake.

"Brother Achuan, your hand ......"

"Alright." Meng Chuan didn't explain much.

Some people are born with disabilities and are unsound people. Even though Meng Chuan is hard-hearted and indifferent to the point of not taking other people's opinions into account, he will always have an inferiority complex in his heart.

That kind of inferiority complex is engraved in his bones, always reminding him that even if he is fitted with a prosthesis, it can't change the fact that he is crippled, even if he is now famous, he is still not a perfect person.

He once thought that he and Zhihua were people of the same world, but the reality woke him up fiercely, and they have always been different.

She has relatives who love her, a happy family, and she is no longer even the little mute she was at the beginning, she can speak.

And he, no matter how much he changes, he can't change the innate facts.

When he learned that he was his brother Achuan, Xi Zhihua had a thousand words to say to him, however, Meng Chuan said coldly: "It's not too early, why don't you go back to the dormitory?" ”

He didn't seem to have any intention of catching up with her, and even had an inexplicable temper.

Xi Zhihua didn't take it to heart, she had a smile on her face, and her voice was gentle and soft: "Brother Achuan, do you have something to do tomorrow?" Can we ......?"

"Yes, no." Meng Chuan knew what she wanted to say, but he had already taken the lead in refusing.

Xi Zhihua knew that he had always been like this, but he still reached out and pulled his sleeve with a smile, "But...... It's been a long time since we've seen one. ”

She missed Meng Chuan very much, and she thought about it for nearly fourteen years.

The little girl in her childhood has grown up, and she is slender and dignified, whether it is the thin and silly Xi Zhihua when she was a child, or the Xi Zhihua who is now like a little fairy, Meng Chuan loves it.

It's just that this love, he can't say it, and he doesn't dare to say it.

Because he knows very well that he is a disabled person and does not deserve to be like this.

He also knew in his heart that he should draw a line with her.

Meng Chuan didn't answer her words, but said bluntly: "Get out of the car." ”

Xi Zhihua pursed his lips, said "goodbye" to him, and then opened the car door and got out of the car.

She turned back three times at a time, and seemed to be still reluctant.

Meng Chuan pretended not to see it, lowered his eyes and took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the car drawer.

At this time, the phone rang suddenly.

Meng Chuan clicked to answer, and the voice of his colleague Zhang Xueyi came from inside: "Meng Chuan, where are you?" How can I go to the toilet and come back, you don't even have people and cars? ”