Hearing this, Mu Luo's body stiffened for a moment, and the expression on his face was a little solemn, but he tried to make his tone sound lighter: "You're drunk...... The other day in the community, it was the first time I saw you. ”

As he was saying this, he suddenly heard Ling Xingyu suddenly raise his voice and say, "Ah, I know where I've seen you!" ”

Mu Luo was so nervous that a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, and his heart was beating wildly, almost bursting through his chest.

Just when he felt that his heart was about to explode, he heard Ling Xingyu hum a song in a daze: "Isn't there a song that is sung like this?" Yes...... In dreams. In my dreams, I have seen you in my dreams! Sweet, how sweet are you smiling...... It's you, it's you, it's you who dreams of ......"

Ling Xingyu was already completely drunk, and had been humming the song intermittently.

Mu Luo quietly listened to her singing, quietly holding her, her eyes slightly red.

The person you love the most is right in front of you, but ......

He can only see each other, but he cannot recognize each other.

He couldn't control his desire to be by her side and accompany her to continue walking.

But he was worried that if he got too close, he would bring back her dusty memories.

That painful memory, once awakened, might have caused her even more torment.

And he is more worried that if she remembers the truth about her grandmother's death, will she forgive him? Will you continue to like him......

……

Ling Xingyu didn't know when he fell asleep.

She had a dream that she was back in her freshman year of high school, sitting in a classroom with a bright window, and the sun was shining outside......

There was a boy sitting next to her, who was supposed to be her tablemate.

But the two were so close that she couldn't see his face clearly.

All she could hear was his voice, which sounded again and again in the hazy dream......

"Ling Xingyu, you're late again today!"

"Ling Xingyu, you are not allowed to speak in class!"

"Ling Xingyu, you can't copy your homework, confiscate it, confiscate it all!"

That boy is so annoying, and all she thinks about every day is how to stay away from him.

But one day, the teacher announced that he would change seats according to his grades, and he was no longer her tablemate.

Ling Xingyu thought she would be very happy, but seeing him at the same table with other girls, she was quite sad, and even cried so sadly......

In a daze, the dormitory door was pushed open, and the voices of several roommates rang out.

"Xingyu, why did you come back so early?"

"What time is it, and you're going to sleep?"

"Hey, this guy...... Why do you look like you're drunk? Forget it, don't bother her. ”

Ling Xingyu woke up suddenly and withdrew from that dream.

Subconsciously touched her cheeks, and then she realized that she was really crying, and the pillow was still wet......

Thinking of the dream just now, she still felt a little incredible.

It's a dream, but it's so real.

At the same time, she also felt that she was a little funny in her dream, but she couldn't continue to be a tablemate, why did she cry so sadly......

Even the feeling of heartache has continued from the dream to the present.

After calming down for a while, Ling Xingyu suddenly thought of a very critical question, who sent him back to the dormitory, and who got him to bed?

The memory seems to be broken, and it stays at the scene where Zhou Luo helped her in the Chinese restaurant immediately.

Thinking of this, she sent a text message: [Zhou Luo, did you send me back to the dormitory just now? 】

Zhou Luo: [Yes. 】

Ling Xingyu: [Thank you. 】

Zhou Luo: [You're welcome. 】

Ling Xingyu held his mobile phone, looked at the short words sent by Zhou Luo, and suddenly had a feeling that his attitude seemed to be different from before, and he became polite and detached.

This attitude made her feel a little uncomfortable......

Although he didn't want to admit it, Ling Xingyu had to admit that he seemed to like this Zhou Luo, who had only known him for a few days.