The water was very turbulent, Yang Yunle supported it with a wooden stick, and he could barely stand firmly, but when he got to the back, his body couldn't grasp his balance, and he wanted to go back, but found that it was already far from the shore.

He was a little nervous, and the wooden stick used to support his body was accidentally washed away by the water.

He stumbled and stumbled into the creek: "Help, help......"

Yang Yunle called out loudly, but because he deliberately chose a remote place, there was no one here at all, so he could only struggle to stand up by himself.

But when he was about to succeed, he found that there were aquatic plants in the stream, and the aquatic plants were so entangled in his feet that he could not move, and he could only let the water of the creek pass over his head.

The first moment was high and the other was low, and Yang Yunle felt that he might not be able to breathe in the next second.

The meaning is also swallowed up little by little by the stream......

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When Yang Yunle woke up again, he was on the flowerless island, lying in the lawn pile, covered in mud. He stared blankly at the sky, feeling wet and uncomfortable.

Where is this?

He struggled to stand up, thinking that he was still in the wetland park, but the scene around him was obviously different.

It's the kind of courtyard house where the smell of herbs fills the air.

Oh, and it wasn't a lawn pressed under him, but a piece of winter wheat herbs, an endless field of herbs.

At this time, a man came over. The man was about thirty years old and looked amiable, but his face was not very good.

"Son, who are you, and why are you here alone?"

Yang Yunle shook his head and asked softly, "Uncle, where is this, I remember that I fell into the river, why are I here?" ”

In the river? When the man heard these two words, he frowned visibly, but soon returned to normal.

"Do you remember your name?" The man continued to ask, as if he had thought of something.

"I don't remember anything but that I fell into the river." Yang Yunle patted his head, what was going on, why didn't he remember anything.

"Then you can go home with me first." The man didn't ask anything more, but asked Yang Yunle to follow him back to the house.

"Who are you?" Yang Yunle looked at the strange uncle in front of him a little timidly, but he had no memory anymore, so he could only follow behind him.

"My surname is Ling, you can call me uncle, I also have a child in my family, named Ling Xiaocan, you can be friends."

Uncle Ling smiled a little reluctantly, and a trace of emotion suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Yang Yunle tilted his little head and asked, "Is Ling Xiaocan a younger brother or a younger sister?" ”

"Ling Xiaocan is a younger sister, you have to protect her well." Father Ling touched Yang Yunle's head, "She's about to get out of school, you'll be able to see her in a while." ”

Yang Yunle was very curious, he changed into clean clothes, and after taking a shower, he took a stool and sat by the door.

He wanted to wait to see what his sister looked like.

He waited expectantly, remembering what had happened, but he couldn't remember anything.

"Hello." A little girl ran to Yang Yunle with a smile, "You are the brother that my father brought back, what's your name?" ”

Yang Yunle couldn't even remember his name at this time, so he could only look at Father Ling for help in a daze, what was his name?!

Father Ling said lightly: "Just call him Fengye, the child who comes with the wind." ”

The little girl's expression was stunned for a moment, she randomly took Yang Yunle's hand, and shouted affectionately: "Brother Fengye, my name is Ling Xiaocan, and I will be your sister in the future." ”

"Uh-huh, Sister Xiaoxiao."

Yang Yunle liked the smile on Ling Xiaocan's face, although he couldn't remember anything, her smile felt like it would melt the 10,000-year-old glacier in his heart, making him feel extremely comfortable.

The first time he met Ling Xiaocan, Yang Yunle was moved, and he never forgot the sunset that day.

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"Why are you letting me see this?" Yang Yunle was a little puzzled, he turned his head to look at the man in the black mask.

"You love Ling Xiaocan very much now, right?"

The man in the black mask doesn't need to ask to know that he also came here like this at the beginning, how much he loves and how real he hates.

"Yes, I don't understand why you have such a big hatred for a kind girl."

Yang Yunle saw all the goodness of Ling Xiaocan in his eyes, and he had never blushed because of a dispute in all these years of getting along. She thinks about others in everything and always puts herself last.

When the black-masked man heard him describe Ling Xiaocan so perfectly, his face instantly felt a little wrong: "It's not like this, it's not like this, you don't know the truth." ”

"Don't know the truth? But if you don't tell me, how will I know? Yang Yunle felt a little ridiculous, how could the older self be such a character, not at all as resolute as he was in the past.

"Do you know that Ling Xiaocan also has an older brother?"

The man in the black mask said slowly, thinking that Yang Yunle would know about these things sooner or later, and tell him as soon as possible, so as to prevent him from falling too deep for Ling Xiaocan's woman.

Yang Yunle was taken aback, and his eyes widened: "Ling Xiaocan has a brother?" ”

In his impression, he should have lived in Ling Xiaocan's house for almost nine years, but he never knew that she had an older brother. Not only did he not hear Ling Xiaocan mention it, but he also didn't hear his father mention it.

Also, there are no little boy's clothes in the room.

"Yes, he has an older brother." The man in the black mask replied in the affirmative.

"And where did his brother go?" Yang Yunle was a little curious, what was the matter that could hide an elder brother for so many years, and no trace was revealed.

"His brother is dead." Listening to the tone of the man in the black mask, there seemed to be some regret. Unexpectedly, his regret for Ling Xiaocan's brother was deeper than his love for Ling Xiaocan.

This made Yang Yunle more and more confused.

"Dead? How did he die? ”

He thought in his heart that this memory should be a very painful experience for Ling Xiaocan's family, so they never mentioned it.

"It's because of you, it's because of you that he died." The man in the black mask ruthlessly debunked.

"Because of me?" Yang Yunle didn't understand a little, they obviously didn't live in an era, and if they died in place of him, it would be impossible.

"Yes, Ling Xiaocan's brother did die because of us." The black-masked man lowered his head and fiddled with the ring in his hand again.

"What's going on here?" Yang Yunle knows that what the man in the black mask has said so far is reasonable, and everything is supported by evidence, even if he doesn't believe it, it is impossible.

"See for yourself."