"The big truck didn't hit our car at all, he hit the guardrail, the truck driver was injured, why did you get the same injury?"

"Not just once, but also when Brother Yinan was smashed by a flower pot, you also had a wound on your head...... Although it has been a long time, there are some things that I can't be completely sure, but your wound is almost exactly the same as Brother Enan's......"

"So, Su Zhinian ......" Song Qingchun paused slightly, held his breath, looked back at Su Zhinian's eyes with a serious expression, and asked seriously word by word: "How did you hear my voice when you were so far away?" ”

"Why did you show up quietly and leave quietly when I was crying heartbreakingly, and didn't let me find out?"

"How can you still be injured when someone else is hurting and then you are suffering the exact same injury?"

As Song Qingchun's words were finished, there was an eerie silence in the study.

Su Zhinian sat motionless on the sofa, looking back at Song Qingchun, and didn't speak for a long time.

Song Qingchun didn't ask, just looked back at him and waited patiently.

The picture seemed to freeze, silent for a while, and then Su Zhinian blinked his eyelids slightly, slowly moved his body, and looked around, as if he was looking for something.

Then when Song Qingchun was just about to open his mouth to ask what he was looking for, Su Zhinian's eyes suddenly narrowed, Song Qingchun, who was originally sitting in front of him and was about to speak, closed his lips, and slowly stood up from the sofa and walked towards the desk.

She stood in front of the desk, took a pen and a stack of white paper, folded back to the sofa, sat down in her original seat, possessed herself, took the pen, and began to write on the paper.

"My name is Song Qingchun......

As the last word settled, Su Zhinian's eyes narrowed and slowly opened, and Song Qingchun blinked blankly, sobering up.

She was staring at him intently just now, waiting for him to speak, why now, there is a stack of white paper in front of her, an extra pen, and a sentence is written on the paper, I am Song Qingchun, with beautiful handwriting, it is her own handwriting.

Her memory seems to be fragmented again......

Song Qingchun raised her head in confusion and looked at Su Zhinian, she still opened her mouth, and before she could make a sound, Su Zhinian, who was leaning on the sofa, suddenly sat up straight, stretched out her hand, and covered her hand, what she originally wanted to say was said by him first: "Su, Su Zhinian, what's going on?" ”

Song Qingchun's eyes suddenly opened to the maximum, she continued to move her lips, and just like just now, through the hand that shook with her, Su Zhinian said what she was about to say: "You, how do you know that I am going to say this?" ”

Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun's eyes, pursed his lips slightly, and continued to read Song Qingchun's thoughts, and the voice in his mouth was as quiet as ever: "Oh my God, did I hear it wrong?" How does Su Zhinian know what I want to say? ”

"What I thought in my heart, how could Su Zhinian know everything?"

"What the hell is going on? Am I dreaming? Could it be that I've watched too many Korean dramas and have hallucinations? ”

As Su Zhinian spit out sentence after sentence, Song Qingchun was completely stunned.