Bao Xiaobao subconsciously shook the back of his hand with his other hand, and then led the little flower roll to the temple.

Spring will soon come, and the withered sycamores here will slowly flourish.

The monks in the temple came out in civilian clothes, took Grandma Fu's luggage, and then said to Fu Nansen, "Master Sen, it's all ready." ”

"You're a few days later than usual this year, so today you've cleaned up the place you cleaned up again."

Fu Nansen listened to him as he surveyed his surroundings.

"Don't worry, although the temple has been renovated this year, that piece of land has not been touched."

"I know."

His voice was low and gentle, and his whole person's emotions were like being trapped in a whirlpool.

It's like here, there's something to remember.

What could it be?

After settling his grandmother, Fu Nansen left the small flower roll first, and then walked up the mountainside with the bag.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger.

I don't know if this will be the first snow of the year, maybe it will fall after the New Year, or maybe it will be the last one.

He held her wrist with enough force to carry her down the slippery, rough and slippery path.

"Nansen, what's wrong with you?"

Bao Xiaobao subconsciously stopped and looked at him.

At this moment, he seemed to be covered with a huge gray shadow, his face was dull, and even the eyes that had always been like stars were scattered at this moment.

It's like something that broke Fournansen's barrier and made him completely vulnerable.

"Xiaobao, have you thought about it?"

"The next reality you're going to face, what you're going to face is a bunch of people who eat people and don't spit out bones—"

The Fu family, who eats people and does not spit out bones, Bao Xiaobao saw it three years ago.

If Fu Nansen at this moment became innocent because he didn't remember the past, then the guilty should be the Fu family back then.

Although Bao Xiaobao knew that the culprit back then was Fu Nansen, at this moment, she couldn't bear to care about those hatreds against a person who had no past.

If there's anything else to settle with, wait until he remembers it one day.

Their accounts will be counted at that time.

And the rest of the sins will be borne by the Fu family!

"So you're worried about me?"

Xiao Bao took his hand and looked at him with concern.

"Nansen, I have taken all the words that Grandma said yesterday morning to heart."

Bao Xiaobao's words were very soft, like a light key, touching Fu Nansen's dark memory, and gradually opening the door.

"What you're afraid of, we'll face together—"

"Since I was a child, I have been smart and stupid, but I will not allow myself to be vague when it comes to standing behind you."

"So Nansen, I, will face the rest of your life with you—"

Until, you remember that my sister comes.

Perhaps, he will never remember that, and perhaps, at that time, he will still choose her?

No one can guess.

Fu Nansen looked at her, and his warm hand let go of her wrist, this sudden action made Bao Xiaobao's wrist suddenly cold.

Then he took her face in one hand, and preciously, and on her forehead, branded a kiss.

The wind on the hill gently blew and shook off the snow on the pine forest.

In Bao Xiaobao's pure eyes that are as warm as water, only firmness remains.

And in Fu Nansen's burning eyes, there was only trust left.

That's it, just right.