Lanxin has always felt that he is very happy.

She has a lovely child, a handsome and wealthy husband who loves her, and most importantly, she seems to be satisfied with this state of life.

But it wasn't until 'memories' appeared that she shattered all her cognition.

That night, Lan Xin sat alone in the studio, holding a pen in her hand, the paint splashed on the ground, and she stared at the blank easel in front of her in a daze.

She struggled over and over again, and even told herself over and over again that the person the man was looking for and the painting of the Six Blessings were not her.

However, he called her Xin'er and called her Lanxin.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, Qu Ming pushed open the door of the studio and stared at Lan Xin's distracted back for a long time.

The night wind was a little cool, and it blew in through the cracks in the window, and the paper flew and a half-finished manuscript fell to the ground.

Qu Ming bent down to pick it up, and his eyes reflected a touch of chaos that could not be concealed.

At this moment, he realized that there were too many similarities in style between Lan Xin's paintings and the paintings he saw in today's art exhibition.

Qu Ming's eyes were a little astringent, and she gently put the painting away on the table, slowly walked to Lan Xin, and took the brush from her hand.

Lan Xin suddenly came back to his senses, and looked at Shang Quming's warm and smiling eyes.

He said, "It's twelve o'clock, go back to bed." ”

Qu Ming stretched out his hand and took her hand.

Lan Xinleng paused, but lowered his eyes and stared at his distinct fingers: "Qu Ming, I think, I forgot something important." ”

Qu Ming's heart ached slightly, but he still smiled and said: "I am your most important, Xin'er, don't think about it anymore, since you can't remember it, don't think about it anymore." ”

Lan Xin didn't speak, and let him take him back to the room.

Two years have passed, and each other has been foaming together.

She is obviously living a very happy life, why should she be swayed by a stranger about her doubts about marriage?

Qu Ming covered her with the quilt, his strong and powerful arms were his pillow as usual, he liked to sleep with her in his arms, and he liked to give her an endless sense of security.

Lan Xin suddenly felt guilty.

Qu Ming's gentle voice was in his ears: "Sleep." ”

"Yes."

Lan Xin obediently lay beside him, not wanting him to discover his abnormality.

But that night, Lan Xin tossed and turned.

Until the middle of the night, Lan Xin raised his eyes and glanced at Qu Ming's sleeping face, lightly took out his mobile phone, turned his back to Qu Ming, and opened Weibo.

After recalling the fire a year ago, she followed his Weibo.

It's just that the memory never updates Weibo, and a few days ago there was still a message from a year ago.

[Time passes, but the heart has always stayed for you, I am waiting for you - memories. 】

However, when I opened it again, Lanxin found that the memories had been updated today.

[I'm waiting for you in the same place] is followed by those six portraits.

Gently lifting his fingertips and placing them at the corners of his eyes, Lan Xin noticed that something wet wanted to flow out of his eye sockets.

Who the hell is that person?

Her body's instincts told her not to touch, but she couldn't control her heart, she wanted to know the answer, she wanted to know who she really was.

In the past, she was content with the status quo and had no memories of the past, she felt that it didn't matter, but now she desperately wants to know what she has experienced in order to find the real answer.

Qu Ming opened her eyes, and the light of her phone illuminated her sideways silhouette.

The clutter in my heart is like a fine rope tightened, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Dear, this chapter is over, happy reading! ^0^