I was stunned, I couldn't tell what it tasted like, but my eyes were quietly moist. Yes, now Meng Xi doesn't know me, why should I ask her to be as intimate with me as she used to be?

But he ...... "really not a good person......

Meng Xi interrupted me lightly: "The little girl thanks the girl for saving her righteousness, but the little girl and the girl are not related, and I hope the girl will not interfere with the girl's decision." ”

My heart was so congested that I couldn't say anything more, so I chose to turn around and run away.

Ignoring the strange glances from passers-by, I didn't know how long I ran, until I couldn't run anymore, then I squatted down and hugged my legs and cried loudly.

In the blur of tears, I saw a white shadow approaching me. I tried to stop crying, but I couldn't stop sobbing, and the tears were still flowing uncontrollably.

Fusheng walked up to me, crouched down to eye level with me, and handed me a handkerchief.

I reached out and took it, and found that my hands were shaking. Rubbing the handkerchief on my face, I said intermittently: "Stinky monk...... Why...... Why does Sister Meng Po ...... The attitude is so ...... Hurting people...... Why...... You don't come out...... Help me ......"

Fusheng pulled the handkerchief out of my hand and gently wiped the tears from my face. He sighed, "Flower donor, you shouldn't go out." ”

I pushed his hand away, glared at him, and said, "In that case, how can I be as indifferent as you are!" ”

Fusheng looked at me deeply, and there was no joy or sorrow on his face. He put the handkerchief in his sleeve and said slowly: "I think the poor monk also told the donor that this is Meng Xi's dream and Meng Xi's memory. You didn't exist in her memories at this time, and forcibly appearing would only disrupt the direction of the dream. ”

I was suddenly a little overwhelmed, and I no longer spoke hard: "But I can't be indifferent......"

"Ugh." Fusheng sighed, "Donor, you might as well think back to where you were when you heard Meng Xi's voice." ”

Whence? I hesitated, "It seems to be a ...... in the alley."

After answering, I understood what Fusheng wanted to say. I was so far away from Meng Xi at that time, and there were many passers-by in the place where Meng Xi and Mo Qi had a dispute, and there were many people. And Meng Xi is a delicate woman, her voice shouldn't be heard by me from afar!

Fusheng saw my trance-like expression, and then said: "The donor might as well think about how he reacted to "Fusheng" when he first saw Meng Xi. ”

Fusheng's words made me have to fall into contemplation, the first time I met Meng Xi, "Fusheng" recorded Meng Xi's birth. And Fusheng also told me that "Fusheng" brought the two of us here because there was something to write about. As a result, I have seen Meng Xi and witnessed the whole process of Meng Xi causing trouble here, but the glass pen did not appear. So, is it my recklessness that has scrambled this memory......

I lowered my head and said sullenly, "Stinky monk, since you know that something will happen, why don't you stop me?" ”

Fusheng said lightly: "If the poor monk stops the donor, will the donor carefully read Meng Xi's words and deeds?" ”

yes, if he stops me, I'm going to rush out with all my might. Even if he explained it to me, I wouldn't listen, I would just blame him and hate him.

I said bitterly, "So this memory can't be recorded?" Will there be any impact on Sister Meng's exchange of wishes? ”

Fusheng didn't answer my question, but only asked, "Amitabha." Flower donor, do you know what to do in such a situation in the future? ”