Rong Yuan's first reaction at that time was......

Bored.

The person who wrote this letter was really bored.

The plain homely routine and regular handwriting made him full of strangeness.

But in such an ordinary homely situation, he felt a sense of familiarity.

The hand that wanted to be thrown away at will, but he couldn't help but withdraw it, and spread it out on his desk neatly.

He watched it several times over and over again, and it was definitely not an ordinary thing that could make him feel like this.

Rong Yuan decided to take a closer look at what was going on.

Why did he change so much when he woke up?

He couldn't figure out what was going on, so he reached out and subconsciously made a gesture of touching his waist.

He was stunned for a moment when he touched a storage bag.

He glanced down and knew that the storage bag around his waist was definitely not his.

But in his hand, he opened the storage bag with great familiarity and took out the only jade box placed inside.

The jade box is divided into four layers, the first layer is some daily medicines.

On the second floor is a purple-feathered bird and a stack of stationery.

He raised his hand and touched the letters.

Rough to the touch, fresh ink scent, surrounds the tip of his fingertips and nose.

Rong Yuan's eyebrows and eyes unconsciously softened, and the palpitations in his heart came out for the first time.

He slowly pulled out the letter paper and slowly skimmed through it one by one.

The first sentence of every letter is the word "little night".

None of the letterheads have full names on them, only the word "Saya" that can represent people's names.

The content is to the effect that this good student called Xiao Ye takes care of himself, and also tells Xiao Ye Xin's daily thoughts and feelings.

It was unremarkable, like the letter he had seen for the first time.

He picked up the neatly handwritten piece of paper again.

The eyes fell on the word "Shuang'er" at the beginning.

"Who are the twins? Who is Xiao Ya? ”

Rong Yuan frowned, and the sudden strange and familiar contradictory feeling made him panic inexplicably.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, and he always felt that something important was missing.

Later, after some time, he decided to travel to the mortal realm in search of some truths that he seemed to have forgotten.

At this moment, Rong Yuan closed his eyes.

He put the jade box back away, and took it out for her another day.

Rong Yuan sighed, and he had some guesses in his heart.

But he felt that it was too ridiculous, so that when he really saw "Shuang'er", he didn't want to face it.

If he really is him, then he has forgotten the memory with her.

So how can he really be him?

Rong Yuan didn't want to think about it anymore, so he had to paced to the edge of the bed and closed his eyes.

Following.

The afternoon sun in spring is warm, and the white clouds dot the sky with an aqua blue curtain, which looks refreshing and pleasant.

Bushen woke up slowly, lying flat on the collapse, not remembering.

"Knock knock."

She is lying in bed, and there are always people who can't see her.

Bushenshuang sat up, his eyes glaring at the door that had been knocked on.

"Who?"

"It's me."

Hearing Duanmu Qiwen's voice, Bushen Shuangcai withdrew his slightly angry gaze and resigned himself to his fate to open the door.

As soon as Bu Shenshuang opened the door, she saw a pair of dark eyes, and the grievance in them was so strong that she couldn't help but take a step back.

She was taken aback.

"What's wrong with you, it's like this."

Duanmu Qiwen held two big dark circles under his eyes, and the expression on his face was sometimes sad and angry, and sometimes sad. Read the latest chapter of "Nine Heavens of Feng Ao: Violent Demon Emperor Claw Book House" for free for the first time.