"......" screen shallow body shook slightly, "You are ......"

"I'm a sister——!" Zou Yunqi took a few steps forward and looked at her with a happy expression.

“…… Sister? Ping Qian instantly thought of when his cousin Zhang Lanqiao came to Fuwangfu to recognize him more than half a year ago, and told him that he had been adopted by the Zou family in Suzhou, and the little girl wearing a purple jacket and yellow skirt who called her sister and the bamboo dragonfly in the beautiful flower field in her dream, and at the same time thought that the person in front of her seemed to be surnamed Zou, could it be ...... She's ......

"Well, sister, your Yunqi sister-" Zou Yunqi took two steps forward again, and said expectantly, "When my father and mother were killed by thieves, and our family was in the middle of the road, when our sisters were separated, you were already five years old, you should remember it." You see, in the past ten years, my sister has not changed......"

"No......" Ping Qian immediately shook his head and took two steps back, "I don't remember, I don't even remember......"

"I don't remember how we got separated?" Zou Yunqi frowned, and asked a little disappointed.

“…… Well. Ping Qian hesitated for a moment, and nodded solemnly.

"Then do you remember the bamboo dragonfly that my sister made for you?" Zou Yunqi was unwillingly busy and said, "And often teach you to sing that song!" My sister sings to you, and my sister will sing to you——! ”

After a pause, she cleared her throat and sang softly: "A good jasmine, a good jasmine, the flowers and plants in the garden are not fragrant, and the slave has the heart to pick one to wear, but I am afraid that it will not sprout in the next year......"

Her voice is pleasant and beautiful, like the clear sound of spring water, flowing in the cold winter air: "A good honeysuckle, a good honeysuckle, honeysuckle blooms like a hook bud, the slave has the heart to pick a flower to wear, and the person who looks at the flower will scold the slave ......."

"A good rose, a good rose, the rose is a big bowl, the slave has the heart to pick a flower to wear, and he is afraid that the thorn will prick his hand ......" Ping listened intently, as if there was an impulse to climb up her throat, and she couldn't help but hum out.

"You've remembered, you've remembered, haven't you?" Zou Yunqi suddenly looked excited.

"I ......" The corners of Ping's shallow lips moved, and he was about to speak, when he suddenly felt a headache, and countless pictures seemed to flash in his mind, and he quickly raised his hand to touch his forehead.

"Ping Qian, tell me, what did you think of?" Seeing her reaction, Jiang Shu slowly stood up and gently held her arm.

"I ......" Ping Qian shook his head vigorously, his emotions were slightly out of control, "In the secret room, my father and mother are covered in blood...... Bad guys, crates...... I'm so hungry, Baozi, someone gave me Baozi, let me go with him...... Flower field, bamboo dragonfly, I ...... I could see my sister's face clearly......"

As she spoke, she suddenly raised her hand and pointed at Zou Yunqi, who was a few steps away from her: "That's her——! ”

"Second Lotus ......" Zou Yunqi's eyes were a little moist immediately.

"So...... Didn't you remember late," Jiang Shu suddenly thought of something, "You were stimulated back then, you lost your memory, and you don't remember anything before you were five years old, because you were young at the time, so you thought it was just because you remembered too late?" ”

“…… Presumably," Ping Qian tried to calm himself down, and turned his head to look at Zou Yunqi opposite: "Sister, I ......"

"I'm sorry, it was my sister who didn't protect you well and let you be cheated away." Zou Yunqi rolled up his sleeves and wiped the corners of his eyes, and said apologetically.

"No, my sister also walked away to find me something to eat," Ping Qian shook his head busily, "If you want to blame me, you can't help the temptation, a bun can be cheated away......"