Outside the closed door, there was a sudden "click".

It's like the sound of a plastic shopping bag falling to the ground.

As if realizing something, Rong Yi got up and walked to the door.

When I opened the door, I saw Chen Aiqing squatting down and picking up coconut water cans scattered all over the ground.

Feeling the door open, the little girl raised her head: "The plastic bag in that small supermarket is not strong at all, I just shook it twice, and the bottom is broken." ”

After packing up, Chen Aiqing stood up, glanced at Rong Yi, and entered the door heartlessly.

Rong Yi watched her change her shoes, grabbed two bottles of coconut water in her right hand, and walked to the old lady's side.

Just as Chen Aiqing put the coconut water on the coffee table, her eyes focused on the painting that had not yet finished putting together pieces of paper.

Her memory is not very bad, but it is definitely not good, but she only has a deep memory of this painting.

This was the first time she had tried to draw since removing the gauze on her right hand.

The moment she held the pen, she clearly felt that her right hand was trembling.

So halfway through the painting, she tore it up.

And in the four years since, he has not painted any more figures.

Don't even dare to try.

"I ...... This, I ......"

She knew that Rong Yi had seen it, and she wanted to explain, but she couldn't find any reason.

In the background of the painting, the No. 1 Library of City B, already says it all.

For a moment, the room was silent.

She didn't speak.

He didn't speak.

She kept her head down, not knowing what she was thinking.

And his eyes were fixed on her.

The old lady yawned loudly, relieving the embarrassment between the two.

Chen Aiqing immediately helped the old lady up: "Grandma, it's too late, let's sleep, okay?" ”

The old lady smiled "hey, hey, hey", like an obedient child, and nodded.

After taking care of the old lady and falling asleep, it was already twenty minutes later.

Chen Aiqing turned off the small lamp on the bedside table, walked out of the bedroom lightly, and closed the door.

As soon as I turned around, I saw Rong Yi sitting on the sofa, still spelling the painting.

She suddenly had the idea of suffocating me in my grandmother's room and not coming out.

The paper of the painting was relatively large, and the coffee table was not in enough place to allow for the removal of the blank part next to it.

"I didn't expect that," he paused, "it turns out that you still remember the things I remember in my heart." ”

His gaze lingered on the painting for a few seconds, then he looked up at her.

Touching his gaze, Chen Aiqing felt his heartbeat speed speed increase.

After some time, she stepped forward, looked at the painting, and suddenly reached out and shuffled the order that had been put together.

"How can you not remember what happened," Chen Aiqing pinched the pieces of paper in his hand, "It's just that what happened is in the past, even if you remember, what can you do?" ”

Just as she curled her fingers to crumple the piece of paper, Rong grabbed her hand with great speed.

Chen Aiqing shrank and didn't break free.

She heard him say, "The past is gone, and as long as you remember, we'll do it all over again." ”

You came quietly, and I can't avoid it.

After you left, the four seasons were messed up, and I couldn't afford to be sick for a long time.

So when we meet again, I will never give up.

Do it all over again?

He said to do it all over again......

Chen Aiqing's gaze moved from the piece of paper on the coffee table to Rong Yi's body.

He got up from the couch and held her hand without letting go.

"Chen Aiqing, give it a chance, this time, start with me."