"Ji Baimo ......" Yan Bai looked away, his dark eyes were still very calm, there was no fluctuation for half a minute, muttering the name in his memory, which should be a very familiar name, but after reading it, he didn't feel half a point, just like a very familiar stranger, but the imprint left by that person in his memory was too deep.

Although this person can no longer bring her half of the emotional fluctuations, the feeling in her heart is telling her.

Don't want him dead.

I don't want this light to go out.

The only warmth and light that doesn't want him to disappear.

Want to eat the desserts and meals he makes.

Bai Mo on Yan Bai's back trembled slightly, listening to the name that Yan Bai was chanting in his mouth, his little face was buried in Yan Bai's back, his eyes were closed, his hands were tightly clutching Yan Bai's clothes, his lips were bitten red, and he said in a choked voice.

"I don't have a surname, I don't have a surname Ji, I'm called Bai Mo, white white, thick ink ink."

"You'll remember my name."

Bai Mo's voice was immature, as if he wanted to seek his own sense of existence or something else, he opened his mouth quietly, his little hand grabbed Yan Bai's shoulder, and his cheek rubbed lightly on Yan Bai's back, like a lazy and coquettish kitten, a pair of amber eyes were shining, as if someone could pronounce his name, or it was a very happy thing to be able to remember his name.

A very small, small desire, but difficult to look at.

"Well, I'll remember, Bai Mo, right?" Yan Bai's voice was glutinous, and he slowly read out his name word by word, Xiao Baimo, who was lying behind Yan Bai, couldn't see the expression on Yan Bai's face, he just stared at Yan Bai's side face a lot, and then the cheeks and the roots of the back ears were gradually dyed red, in order to cover up, the whole person lay on Yan Bai's back, and his eyelashes brushed up and down on Yan Bai's back like a small fan.

"Hmm." After a sigh, Xiao Baimo didn't speak again, just bent the corners of his lips, as if he didn't want his emotions to be seen by others.

Finally...... I don't think he's a burden.

Finally...... Someone will call him by name.

He is white ink, not someone else, not a mongrel, not a brute.

The alley was extremely dark, as if it couldn't go out, Yan Bai's figure looked extremely thin in the alley, and Xiao Baimo was lying on Yan Bai's back obediently.

",,,......" 114 couldn't help but burst into foul language at this moment, really shocked, its silver sphere hovered around, floating on Yan Bai's left side and looked at it, and looked at it on the right side, and his eyes kept falling on Xiao Baimo's body without looking away, even if it was such a sluggish system, it must have also been discovered.

"The host is big, this little ball on your back is Ji Baimo, it must be, Ji Baimo when he was a child, and now he is in the capital ten years ago, so it doesn't seem strange that we met Ji Baimo, but why is Ji Baimo so pitiful now, isn't he the head of the Ji family?"

114 stared at Ji Baimo lying on Yan Bai's back, and couldn't figure it out at all, how could Ji Baimo have been so miserable when he was a child, and he had never seen Ji Baimo so soft and pitiful in his impression.

One is that ten years later, the scenery is infinite, everyone in the capital is afraid, always wearing a smiling mask, and the existence of indifference and cold-blooded existence in his bones.

One is a soft and cute little group Zhengtai who was knocked out of his legs ten years ago and discarded in the streets and alleys of the capital, and fended for himself on the snowy night of the New Year.