Early one morning, in a tailor shop on a street corner, Shi Shiran walked in from outside the door a tall and beautiful young girl wearing a black windbreaker. This woman doesn't look very old, about eighteen or nineteen years old, and her appearance is more popular than some celebrities, but despite this, she still paints some uncomfortable makeup on her face to make herself look more mature. Maybe the contradiction between childishness and maturity on her face is just like her heart!

Girls of this age are usually in school, but I don't know how she ended up here, and how she found it!

"You don't care how I found here!" The girl's eyebrows showed inexplicable irritability: "I only ask you, whether Ren Zhengfei has been here!"

Mi Jar tucked the hair on her forehead, the color was very light, she glanced at the girl in front of her, who was full of contradictions from the inside to the outside, and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm his daughter!"

"What about other than this?" Mi Jar asked what other identity you have besides this identity?

"That's enough!" the girl's expression was tough.

Mi Jar sneered: "Less is more," the words were beaten, and the tone was not like a conversation with a reckless girl, but more like the tolerance of the seniors to the juniors, which made Ren Feifei very annoyed.

"Who are you, and you're here to teach me a lesson!" Ren Feifei raised her eyebrows, her apricot eyes widened, if it weren't for the destruction of the stiff two eyebrow lines on her eyebrows, this would also be one of the most pleasing scenery.

Mi Jar secretly said in his heart: A child is a child after all, so he didn't answer, but asked: "You are his daughter, where is he can you not know? What are you looking for me to do?"

The girl bit her lip and thought about it for a while, but after all, she was a small child, and she felt that it would be nothing to say it, so she said, "My dad came out of the house to find a way to resurrect me, and now that I have come back to life, I want to find him." ”

The corners of the rice bowl's mouth twitched downward, but her mental activity did not show it, and she pretended to be very interested and asked, "Oh, resurrection, do you know how you died?"

The girl was silent, her head bowed, her brows furrowed, and she thought deeply.

"Don't remember?" Mi Tank's eyes were full of cunning: "Then how did you survive?"

Ren Feifei said in a hesitant voice: "It should be... Possible... It's because of that woman!"

"Which woman?" asked Mi Jar.

"The unkempt, gibberish woman. Looking at Ren Feifei's appearance, she seemed to be very disgusted with that woman.

Mi Jar endured his pleasure and asked, "What did she say?"

"She called me my daughter, and she claimed to be my mother," Ren Feifei felt like she was talking about a person who had nothing to do with herself, "But I don't have her in my memory, and my mother doesn't look like her!"

At this time, Mi Tank's expression began to condense, slowly became serious, and asked softly, "Then what does your mother look like?"

Ren Feifei began to recall, because memories were nihilistic, she had to find a reference, so she stared at the facial features of the rice jar and began to compare: "Her eyes are very loving, very gentle... It's like your eyes. ”

Mi Tank's eyes dodged.