"Fade the dye." Zijun softly called her real name, and there was happiness in his heart, this was his gradual dyeing, not those clones called 'Meng Jian Ran'.

Fade turned her head and looked at him suspiciously, "Is there something you don't understand?" Zijun was stunned for a moment, and then nodded after her words, "Although I like to draw, I want to go out to sketch." Do we have a time for sketching here? ”

She stared at her round eyes and nodded, and couldn't help but be a little suspicious, "You......... Do you really want to ask this? Gradually dyed knew that Zijun obviously didn't want to ask these boring questions.

Zijun glanced at her painting, smiled and didn't answer, but she could see that it was a kind of confidence.

Fade turned her head back and continued to look at her painting, her hand frozen, this .........!? Zijun laughed out loud on the side, glared at Zijun, and looked at the unformed outline in the painting.

Suddenly, I felt that everything just now seemed familiar......... Or is Zijun familiar? She turned her head, lowered her eyes and asked, "Zijun, we knew each other before?" ”

Zijun paused, looked at her, stretched out his hand again, touched the top of her hair, this time she didn't refuse, just stubbornly asked, "Did we know each other before?" "You're familiar, but I know very well that I've never seen you.

Sighing, the hand touching the top of her hair stopped, and withdrew. He looked at the fade, "I don't know what happened to you, but we do know each other. "You don't have that familiar aura on your body, you can find it everywhere, mandala.

He grabbed her left hand with his right hand, held it up, and stroked her green mandala birthmark with his thumb, "This is the mark that you belong to me." The faded eyes were already a little confused and slightly open.

【Senior 2 (E) Class】

The people in the class looked at the principal Xu Yifan and Wen Jingjing, who were chatting outside, and couldn't help but discuss, "How many times have you talked this month?" ”

"Could it be that Jingjing has really had a big deal lately?" "No, no, I think it's probably talking about puppy love."

Everyone was surprised after listening to what a certain girl said, but some people thought, "Maybe it's not early love, but I'm afraid of her early love." Come to think of it, hasn't her father, the chief of the city police department, been here twice? ”

The rest of the people nodded, "yes." "Yes." "Ah~~"

"Alas, poor Jingjing." "Yes, it's so strict." "That's it!"

Li Xier and the criminal descendant shook their heads one after another, Li Xier looked at him, and couldn't help but wonder, "Yes, I forgot to ask you, when did you stop surnamed Liu?" I saw the criminal descendant looking at her, it seems that Li Xi didn't let this one remember, "I have never been surnamed Liu." ”

The face of the criminal descendant is a little dark, at this moment, Li Xi must be in the research institute to watch how he was abused by "her". Hehe, ruthless enough.

It's just that the face of the criminal descendant darkened slightly, and looking out the window, he knew that in the art department of the university department, there were now two existences that he was extremely familiar with, one came for them, and the other had no memory.

Li Xier touched him instead, "Wen Zhizhong is here again, don't you want to be so strict." Jingjing is too well-behaved by him! The criminal looked at her with a black line and pinched her face, "Then you, are you too unruly?" ”

Annoyed and slapped his hand away, glaring at him but there was no real lethality and temper, the criminal descendant felt it, thinking of Li Xier's previous words, his eyes were bitter: Xier, isn't this the peaceful life you want?

Li Xier, who is already the god of time now, shouldn't you just because of the beauty here and don't want her to have your current memories? Because, it will be painful.

And Wen Jingjing, after following Wen Zhizhong back home, Wen Zhizhong kissed her. She still remembered that it was Wen Zhizhong who took her home, gave her a name, and called her a small mirror. Because, she is really stinky and beautiful, and she loves to look in the mirror.

After a while, Wen Zhizhong let go of her, his eyes were gentle, "Little mirror, I think I'm really old." In the past, you and I were clearly two people of the same age, but now your face remains the same, but I am slowly aging. ”

Wen Jingjing hugged him, lay on his broad chest, and stared at him cutely, "Father, the little mirror is hungry, do you have anything to eat?" Wen Zhizhong was amused, patted her little head, and hugged her to the sofa, "I'll cook, you rest." ”

"Hmm!" Wen Jingjing's eyes watched Wen Zhizhong approach the kitchen, his eyes moved to the sofa where he was sitting, patted it, and his eyes became ruthless.

I saw Wen Jingjing lying on the sofa, kissing the sofa gently, as if whispering to the person under the sofa, "You are obedient, otherwise......... I'll take your place forever, forever. ”

There seemed to be a whimpering sound under the sofa, and Wen Jingjing could still smell blood. Wen Zhizhong's hands in the kitchen were also slow, he knew that the little mirror was long gone, and now this person who didn't know where he came from looked exactly like the little mirror.

Who the hell is she?