(Cat pounce Chinese However, looking at it now, Luoxi's amnesia still has a little benefit, that is, you don't have to keep asking yourself about Jing Mohao's situation.

If she keeps asking, she doesn't have the ability to make up perfect reasons to fool her every time.

With his clumsy ability to deceive people, sooner or later he will be exposed.

"When will it be restored?" Xiao Mengyun asked.

"When it's time to recover, it's going to be restored." Jian Qing replied very naturally.

“……”

To say it is to say nothing.

After ensuring that Luoxi was in good health, Jian Qing explained a few precautions to Xiao Mengyun, and then went to deal with the affairs in Australia.

Xiao Mengyun left the hospital with Luoxi and returned to Luquan Town with the child in his arms.

…………

The white horse flies by, time flies, and it is two years in a flash.

It's like it's never been clean and pure, and many memories are like floods that have been shut down, no one touches them, and no one mentions them.

Luo Xi picked up the brush again and painted quietly at home, not talking much.

Xiao Mengyun was by her side, shushing the cold and asking for warmth, serving tea and water, and caring more than anyone else.

Since Luo Xi woke up after fainting, she doesn't like to smile much, maybe it's some inertial memory in her bones, expressing her deepest emotions to the fullest, and there is no longer any concealment.

But Xiao Mengyun still found a chance to make her happy, but only when he appeared in front of her with Xiao Tang, Luo Xi was willing to give him a few smiles.

Little Pestering can already laugh, and he speaks very early, and he can already call his mother, uncle, grandma and grandpa.

Although he is very precocious, there are naturally times when he cries, and no one can do anything about him, unless there is something that can divert his attention.

That is, wine.

Whether it's beer, red wine or white wine, you can drink it when you pick it up, and you will blush when you drink it, and you will not get drunk or cry anymore.

The family gathered around him, and they couldn't understand why such a strange phenomenon was.

At first, I was worried that a child as young as him would have any problems drinking, but after a long time, I saw that he did not have any adverse reactions, but his body became stronger and stronger, and it was all up to him.

As long as he has the same little temper as his father, a glass of wine will immediately rain and the sky will be clear, which is a miracle.

One day, Luo Xi read a magazine from nowhere, and drew a portrait of a glittering man on the cover.

She seemed to have found the only picture in the world worth depicting, and she couldn't say why, but she painted it over and over again, more and more elaborate, more and more divine, until she became divine.

All the portraits were stacked on top of each other, as tall as a table.

Luo Xi was not allowed to throw away any of them, and stored them all in a wooden box that had been hard and continued to paint.

Until one day, she looked at her already impeccable drawing paper, and suddenly cried and laughed, and two lines of clear tears flowed suddenly.

Her fingertips brushed over the face of the man on the painting, and she muttered, "Jing Mohao..."

Xiao Mengyun, who had been by her side, was stunned, "Ah Xue..."

When Luo Xi heard his voice, she raised her face to look at him with tears in her eyes, and said, "Brother... Jing Mohao.. He.. Does he not want me? ”

Xiao Mengyun hurriedly went over to help her wipe away her tears, "Ah Xue, you have recovered your memory." ”

Luo Xi was silent, and lowered his eyes to look at the paintings in front of him, as well as the box of paintings beside him.

Has she ever forgotten?

Luo Xi stood up, took the paintings off the easel, put them in the box, and sealed the box.

This was the last one she painted.

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