After Yan Muye finished speaking, he just wanted to find a suitable place to rest the little bun in the RV. Xiao Baozi took the initiative to bring his schoolbag.

The bag was a small yellow yellow bag with two small ears on it, which was particularly cute. Yan Muye saw the schoolbag at the first glance when she saw him, and she only felt that the little bun cherished it very much, so she didn't ask more.

"Little Mumu." Xiao Baozi tugged at Yan Muye's clothes, and then carefully took out a few drawings from the schoolbag that were placed in the schoolbag.

After Yan Muye's eyes fell on the paper, he realized that this was Xiao Baozi's own painting.

"Oh, for Xiao Mumu."

Xiao Baozi said, Yan Muye took the thing handed over by him, and then looked at it. It turned out to be a graffiti stick figure of a family of three.

Although the painting was not very neat, even if Yan Muye just stopped his eyes on those lines, he had already automatically imagined in his mind how Xiao Baozi took those paintbrushes and depicted them awkwardly and stroke by stroke.

Every stroke is his painstaking effort, and every stroke is mixed with his feelings.

Thinking of this, Yan Muye raised the painting in his hand: "Little bun, what is this painting?" Is it your dad and mom on top? ”

"Hmm."

"That's you, this is Xiao Baozi, and that one is a stinky dad."

The soft and cute voice of the little bun fell, and Bai Wuwu, who was originally sitting in front of the car, couldn't help but turn around.

When he watched Xiao Baozi stretch out his finger to point out to his beautiful sister, he felt sour in his heart. That sour feeling made him a little uncomfortable, and he didn't even feel like himself anymore.

Bai Wuwu hurriedly withdrew his gaze, and then put on the headphones. Turn up the sound of the music on your phone to the maximum, and the whole person is immersed in the music.

…

Yan Muye looked at the painting in front of him incredulously, and then carefully identified the woman above. It really seems to be very similar to myself.

But she couldn't remember the previous events for a long time, and now for her, the only thing she can remember is the various things that happened after the amnesia.

"Does Xiao Mumu like it?"

"During the time when you didn't come to pick up the baby, the baby was painting these pictures every day, and I want to give all these words to Xiao Mumu."

Xiao Baozi stuffed his entire small schoolbag into Yan Muye's hand, Yan Muye looked at the schoolbag in his hand, and suddenly felt very moved.

Is this his own child? She already has a baby?

Thinking of this, Yan Muye couldn't help but kiss the little bun: "Thank you, baby, these paintings are great, I will definitely keep these words." ”

"Babies are so cute, but it's late, and you're going to grow taller. Now go to bed early, I'll sleep with you, and I promise I won't leave you here, I promise. ”

After Yan Muye finished guaranteeing, he specially checked some fairy tales or something on the computer. Xiao Baozi is still the same as before, although he is not interested in these fairy tales, but because those fairy tales are told by his own Xiao Mumu, he also thinks it is good.

Xiao Baozi closed his eyes obediently, probably because he was too tired, and before Yan Muye's fairy tale was finished, he fell asleep in the RV.

The warm light hit Xiao Baozi's face, making his face as tender as white porcelain, and his entire skin was extremely smooth.