Returning to the one-bedroom apartment, Makoto wanted to wash off the smell of tobacco on his body before coming back to sleep, but An Yang noticed the warm departure and immediately grabbed his arm.

He heard An Yang in his sleep, and muttered uneasily: "Brother, don't go...... I'm scared of ...... alone."

Makoto didn't lie down directly, but turned around and sat down along the edge of the bed.

[System: I thought you were really going to eat and die in this world. 】

[Anyang: If he doesn't make a move, he can only force me to do it. I'm so tired, and the thought of going to high school in the future makes me feel bad. 】

[System: Woo woo, it's also my incompetence. In the past two years, I haven't found any useful place, and this honesty is too good. 】

[Anyang: Acting with him, I think he is the drama spirit himself. 】

[System: Will this be effective today?] 】

[Anyang: It depends on the situation......]

"Cheng An."

An Yang, who was sleepy, heard Yang Shuya's voice in a trance.

Her ears twitched, and when she looked up, she realized that the sound was coming from the screen in the space.

Makoto sat on the edge of the bed, and somehow fell asleep.

"Cheng An, it's really you, I thought I recognized the wrong person."

Under the gentle and shallow laughter, Yang Shuya ran over happily.

Yang Shuya in the dream was wearing a light cyan gauze skirt, her long waterfall-like hair was softly attached to her shoulders, and an elegant white rabbit hairpin was buckled on the left side of her hair.

Yang Shuya......

Cheng Meiyu in his sleep wrinkled unnaturally, and his hands trembled faintly, as if he was enduring something.

"Did you get into high school here? We are really destined," Yang Shuya tilted her head happily, her bright eyes were like the sea carrying the starry sky.

"By the way, what about your brother? He's not going to come with you......"

When Yang Shuya turned her head to look for it, a pair of smiling eyes immediately became a little more afraid when they fell on Cheng.

"It turns out that he is still ......" fell into the dust like a light mist, which also brought the dream to an abrupt end.

Makoto opened his eyes suddenly, and the red stain in his sockets made his breathing unevenly gasp.

[System: Cheng An appeared for the second time! ] and Yang Shuya when she grows up! 】

[System: So this Makoto was born with memories?] If you think so, it makes sense. 】

Listening to the excited voice of the system, An Yang's eyes condensed and stared at Cheng's face seriously.

[It seems that we can't act rashly.] 】

[System: Huh? 】

……………………

The next morning, Anyang was woken up by the sound of hurried footsteps. When she got up, she saw the bedside, and at some point there were a few more packs of baggage.

[System: ...... That's what it's about. 】

[Anyang: Moving. 】

[System: ??? 】

"Cheng An, there is zero urgency, we have to move," Cheng heard the sound of her getting out of bed, and neatly threw the prepared clothes onto the bed.

"Oh," An Yang didn't ask a word, and obediently put on the clothes he chose.

In the past two years, what Cheng has taught her is not to ask, not to question, and to obey.

"Cheng An," Sitting in the car driven by Chen Ke, Anyang was half-asleep and half-awake, and heard Cheng call her name.

Reflexively responded, she heard Makoto say in a very fast voice: "It was a coincidence that you saw me appear at the hotel yesterday, and the place we are moving to today has something to do with it." ”