He remembered many scenes, such as when he had climbed to the top of a very high mountain and looked down on the river below, when he had bowed and smiled slightly in the prostrations of a group of ragged people, and when he had sat in a splendid palace and drank silently and looked coldly at the women who were toasting beside him, and the voices of the faces of others but himself were indistinct.

He couldn't remember what he used to do, who he was, or what status he was.

But to his comfort, he was a good man in the little memory he had left.

Then he should have been a kind and good person.

This was like a requiem soup, soothing his anxious heart.

I heard that the woman in purple will come again today. In this place where he didn't know where, he couldn't find anyone to rely on, and she was his last straw.

Regarding the name, he remembered it a little more clearly. Many vague voices in his memory called him Mu Gongzi, and he seemed to have vaguely heard the voice of a young girl, who called him "Ten Miles".

For some reason, once he read these two words in his heart, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips with pleasure.

Is it the meaning of ten miles of peach blossoms? It's a nice name.

Just as Mu Shili lowered his eyes and thought like this, a dark figure in the rain slowly walked over holding an oil-paper umbrella from Meng Zhuzong.

The woman's voice sounded like a sweet spring, "What is Childe doing here?" ”

Mu Shili raised his eyes when he heard the sound, and a girl's body came into view.

Just one glance, engraved in the bottom of my heart, poured out for life.

The white mist was shrouded in the drizzle, and I saw the girl with a red umbrella and a purple dress, with long hair and waist-length hair, and a graceful posture, and her steps were walking towards him.

He was stunned for a moment.

She came closer, closer to him, his heart beating faster, almost holding his breath, everything around him stood still for a moment, as if it were just the two of them.

Only the sound of raindrops could be heard.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

Dripping in his heart, drop by drop, it spread slowly......

Mu Shili can even see her thick and graceful eyebrows, not as soft as spring water as an ordinary girl, but a little sassy and heroic, her eyes are strong, like scorching peach blossoms, deeply engraved in his heart.

"Is Childe better, why was he stabbed and fell in the alley yesterday?"

Mu Shili narrowed his eyes, his fingers hidden in the wide sleeves of the white robe suddenly clenched, shook his head gently, and whispered cautiously: "I, I forgot ......"

Yan Ruyu took in his movements, stood at the foot of the steps of the pharmacy with a red umbrella, and her voice seemed to be a little softer: "Then dare to ask who is the surname of the son, and where does he live?" ”

The young man's eyes seemed to be lit up in an instant, and Fang Cai's loneliness swept away, and he hurriedly replied, his voice as loud as a pearl: "Mu Shili, I'...... I just remember that my name is Mu Shili. ”

"Cards!"

The director's voice rang out.

"Good, that's how it feels. Okay, okay, let's go rest at noon! ”

Hua Yin lowered his eyes and raised them again, the corners of his lips hooked up a smile, and the temperament around him changed dramatically in an instant.

Even if it is still the original shape of long hair fluttering and wearing a white robe, it makes people not feel that this is Mu Shili, who is just clean and ignorant.

There was no trace of entanglement and dazedness in his eyes, and he quickly pulled back to reality from the play, with a great span.