"I was immersed in the peace and happiness of being with my family, and we frolicked and played like cats. I was touched by the happiness of having my family by my side. Although this scene has changed after the death of my mother. ”

"As I grew older, I became more and more cheerful under the nourishment of love. Although I am already a sunshine girl, the ancient well-like darkness in my heart has not really dissipated. Perhaps, he has been a black-bellied person from beginning to end. ”

"I also forgot what day it was, but I only remember seeing my brother's heart beating, and I realized that I didn't love him for my sister and brother, but love. I didn't dare to express my feelings, because it was good enough to be adopted by them, and I didn't dare to ask for any more luxury. It wasn't until my sister saw my mind and encouraged me to confess to him, and I didn't know what I thought at the time, my brain was hot, and I had inexplicable courage. ”

"Was the confession successful?" I asked. It turned out that the man my daughter liked was Song Chang, and I suddenly regretted that I had such a heavy hand on my son-in-law, although I was very unqualified to say so.

"It's a pity that the first confession he rejected me, I was very sad, but it didn't take long for him to start pursuing me and giving me a lot of gifts and some things he made himself. He keeps saying that he is not a romantic person, but in my eyes, his sincerity is priceless romance. ”

"After that I married him, and our life was very happy and sweet, although now he has amnesia."

When the girl said this, she suddenly looked into my eyes and changed her words: "By the way, I originally had a red birthmark on my hand, but it was removed with a laser." ”

I nodded knowingly, though I had already guessed.

Ever since I went to jail, or earlier than that, she had already guessed that I was her father. And what she just said about her experience of being adopted until now is just to let me know how she has been doing all these years.

I wanted to call her daughter, but before I could say anything, the guard outside the door asked the girl if she had asked for the formula.

Apparently the girl hadn't finished talking to me yet, and hadn't talked about the recipe. Seeing the girl's embarrassed appearance, I said to the prison guards, "Can you give me a piece of paper?" I wrote down the recipe. ”

The girl looked at what the man was writing on the paper, and said in her heart what she hadn't yet said to him.

She also wanted to say to him: Dad, I'm sorry, I haven't done my filial piety for you once in my life, but I want to watch you leave me.

It was slowly getting dark, and the snow was falling in all directions in the air, and it didn't seem to be too dark, more like the early hours of the morning. Every day and night are intertwined, like a snake without a head and tail, slowly winding forward by its own devouring.

An Yao looked at the snow scene outside the window, and the cold breath gradually blurred her vision.

Zhexuan, when you left, you took a snow with you, and I watched you go farther and farther, but I couldn't keep you.

The snow flakes are falling more and more, and the whole world is gradually disappearing in this snow whiteness, and the pedestrians on the road are also lost in this heavy snow, and finally become a speck of dust in time and space.

She leaned against the cold glass, and suddenly thought, yes, who is not a speck of dust.

To be alive is dust in itself.

She staggered out of the gallery and got up to walk outside. It's very contradictory, she wants to enjoy the snow quietly, but she really wants to go out and feel the snow.

Because of one person, the snow is crushed under his feet, and his lips are dried by tears, and who is still haggard.

In this world, everyone has its own snow, and each has its own obscurity and purity. She didn't care what the hell he was doing, she just knew that he loved her and she loved him.

Unconsciously she walked to the door of the Rongle Hotel, stopped, and looked inside. The hotel was in a depressed mood and business was deserted.

From prosperity to withering, from prosperity to decline, only overnight.

Following the suicide of Yang Jinnian, the eldest lady of the Yang family, Xia Rou, the hotel staff, was also nowhere to be found, and now Yang Zhexuan has no news, and his parents are even more worried.

His mother was originally very well maintained, and she spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on anti-aging and anti-aging projects every year, so that she was in her forties, but she looked like a little girl.

And after Yang Jinnian died, she always felt that she had harmed her daughter, she loved a beautiful person so much, she was depressed all day long, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and in just a few days, her skin that she had worked hard to maintain for so many years suddenly had the state that she should have in her forties - fine lines appeared at the corners of her eyes, and white hair grew on her head, but she still had charm.

What hit Mrs. Yang even more was the disappearance of her son, who had been missing for more than ten days, and she had been searching for her son for many days to no avail.

Having lost his daughter and son one after another, his father, who never admitted defeat, has become fragile and no longer has the appearance of spiritual might. A good family, now it is in tatters.

The snowflakes fell on An Yao's body, she shook her body slightly, and when the snowflakes fell, she stroked her face again, brushing away the snow and the tears that flowed at some point.

Will the boy who promised her to accompany her to see the snow come back?

An Yao has no answer to this question, maybe if she waits for it, the answer will appear.

At six o'clock, it was completely dark, she moved her stiff feet and walked back, and without taking two steps, she suddenly saw a person in front of her, fresh and handsome, and tranquil like smoke.

An Yao laughed, the snowflakes scrambled to melt on her face, and in the blink of an eye, the snow fell a few more points between her eyebrows.

She felt that it had been snowing heavily this winter, as if she was waiting for him to come.

He rushed over, hugged her, and brushed the snow off his clothes.

The two hugged each other and were speechless for a long time.

"Liu Han, look! The white expanse outside is so beautiful, like snow balls, and like cotton. ”

"Yes, it's pure." She snuggled into his arms, a hint of sorrow in the corners of her eyes.

Half a month has passed, Song Chang's amnesia still shows no signs of improvement, he is like a carefree child, but he is much happier than before, just as happy as when his mother was there.

He couldn't remember anyone other than her, so everyone had to try to make friends with Song Chang again and form a new memory between them. However, this made Sun Bo and them difficult, they forgot how they became friends with Song Chang in the first place, but as soon as the days passed, they naturally became friends.

And now it's different, they always have some deliberateness when they contact Song Chang, and Song Chang is originally a little afraid of strangers, so as soon as they come, he hides behind me, and resists them even more.

Sure enough, whether it's friendship or love, as long as there is something with the word "love", everything has to be done slowly.

"Liu Han, let's go to the yard to see the snow, it's really beautiful."

"I know the snow is beautiful outside, but it's getting late, so we'll go and see the snow tomorrow morning, okay?"

"But I want to go now." He said in a childish tone, and the hands in the pockets of the down jacket moved to mine.

Then, he started shaking my hand.

"That'...... Okay, but it's too cold outside, and you'll need to put on a pack of clothes before you can go out. ”

The courtyard was quiet, and as far as the eye could see, it was all a thick white, and when I stepped on it, I could only hear the rustling sound.

"Song Chang, be careful, don't slip."

Seeing the snow, Song Chang was very happy, he picked up a handful of snow casually, and played leisurely, Liu Han behind him shook his head helplessly and smiled.

The snow had fallen for a while in the evening, and now it had long since stopped. I don't know if it's an illusion, Liu Han feels that this year's snow is particularly frequent.

She turned on her phone and looked at the weather forecast.

Two days later, after the snow melted, the weather started to warm up and there was no more snow.

The snow and ice are melting, and the thawing spring is coming.

"Liu Han, this is for you." Song Chang pinched the snow into the shape of a heart, which was as big as his palm.

"Wow, it's so beautiful, thank you Song Chang." She glanced at him, "You're really romantic." ”

Even if you lose your memory, you will be romantic.

"Romantic Cell...... I haven't heard of it, what is that? I do not quite understand. ”

"Is it a kind of ......" This question stopped Liu Han, she thought for a while, and then said, "Romance is a very abstract thing, if you insist on describing it, it should be a kind of sincerity, like a snowflake, transparent, without any embellishment, like the love you gave me." ”

"So romance is a good thing?"

"yes, you're smart."

"Then I want to send you a lot of romance, and I'm going to build a love snowman bigger than the palm of my hand."

With that, Song Chang turned around and ran deeper into the yard, where there was more snow.

"Oh, I told you, you run slowly......" Liu Han was angry and laughed, and also strolled after him, but saw Song Chang's unsteady steps as if he was about to slip, and then he heard a painful fall.

"Song Chang—" She hurriedly rushed to Song Chang's side and helped him up.

"Song Chang, wake up, Song Chang......" She hugged him, and suddenly felt a warmth on the back of his head, and she was shocked. There was a stone under Song Chang's head, which made him bleed.

In a coma, Song Chang's thoughts were racing, and some things that he couldn't see clearly also had eyebrows.

Can you show me the list, don't get me wrong, if there are names I know on it, I can help you.

I've only been in Winterfell, but I don't know much about Winterfell, and I haven't heard of what you call Phantom Die.

The Dead Leaf Butterfly is all around us, maybe we have met, but we don't know his identity.

Probably blame me for being so talkative, I saw someone in Zone D......

The moment his father died, he also shed a lot of tears, but his father and he had nothing to do with him.

All the memories roared in an instant, and the questions that had been entrenched in my mind began to be strung together, and all the hidden facts came to light.

It turned out to be him.

"Song Chang, don't be afraid, I'll take you to the hospital......" As soon as Liu Han helped him up, he heard his calm and calm voice in his ears.

"Liu Han." She saw a fleeting glimmer in his eyes, and she knew he was back.

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