Qiao Mei has inherited the memory of her original body, so it stands to reason that she should have an impression of this photo.

But she stared at the photo for a long time, and she couldn't recall any memory related to it.

I could only look at Yan Qing curiously and ask: "When was this taken? Why do I have no memory at all?"

In fact, it was not just this memory. She discovered that in addition to the memory of the three years between the ages of fifteen and eighteen, although she had some memories before the age of fifteen, they were very vague.

It's the kind of situation where she feels she should remember, but once she thinks about it carefully, she can't remember anything.

Yan Qing knew that she didn't remember, otherwise when he first saw her, his behavior wouldn't be so unfamiliar, just like the first time he saw her.

She sighed and was about to talk to Qiao Mei about this matter, when she arrived at her destination.

We have no choice but to wait until we get in.

Her house near Federal College is a two-story duplex with a relatively spacious yard. A relatively young sycamore tree was planted in the yard, and a swing was tied to the tree.
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But now because it’s raining, the swing has been completely soaked, and the ground is covered with wet red maple leaves.

Qiao Mei followed Yan Qing in and went straight to the second floor.

She took a general look at the first floor and saw that there was a lot of clutter piled up, and it didn't look like it had been cleaned up much.

The stairs are covered with black and purple carpets, which are soft and non-slip when stepped on. Yan Qing walked at the front and turned on the lights near the stairs one by one.

"I haven't been here much before, so it's a bit messy, don't mind."

The second floor looked much cleaner and more spacious than the first floor, and there were several fresh potted plants. Qiao Mei followed Yan Qing to the sofa and watched her remove the dustproof cloth covering the sofa.

He resisted and continued to ask her: "How old were we when that photo was taken?"

Although she can roughly tell how old she is from her height in the photo, it's impossible to say that she was wrong in estimating her age.

Yan Qing asked Qiao Mei to sit on it. She threw the collected dustproof cloth to the cleaning robot, looked back at her and smiled: "I was eight years old and you were seven years old, that is, the filming location was twelve years ago...

....."

Yan Qing didn't elaborate, he just asked Qiao Mei to wait while she went to get something to drink and eat, and to bring something else over.

Yan Qing left, and Qiao Mei turned on the optical brain bracelet to take a photo of Ao Cang and told him that she had arrived.

[How are you doing there? Have you been assigned what to do?]

Ao Cang responded quickly, as if he was always waiting for news from her.

Cangcang: [Not yet, because there are too many people, and they said they should be divided according to gender and majors. You didn’t bring an umbrella and you didn’t get caught in the rain, right? You can’t use my Thunder Familiar because we are too far away. You can use your divine power directly. 】

Qiao Mei told him that there was no need to be so wasteful, and told him about how she met Zuo Chenxing and accepted his help.

[He also gave us a belated engagement gift, which we will open together when we get back.]

After typing this line, Yan Qing came over with a wooden tray. In addition to food and drink, there was also an old-looking cloth bag.

"You've been waiting for a long time. Open this bag and take a look. Maybe you can remember something."

It can be seen that the bag was originally vermilion, but due to time, it has faded to light red.

When Qiao Mei picked it up and opened it, the straps at the top became very brittle and felt like they could break if she applied any force.

When the bag is opened, the contents inside are rather miscellaneous.

At first glance, you can see some strange rocks and extremely dry feathers.

Qiao Mei simply poured out everything inside to take a look.

When the things were poured out, she realized that the things inside looked like things a child would play with.

In addition to the stones and feathers she saw at first sight, there were also marbles and the like.

Yan Qing watched her expression closely throughout the whole process, trying to see something from her face, but unfortunately, Qiao Mei's face was still blank.

It's like seeing these things for the first time.

"These...could it be that we played together when we were kids?" She raised her red eyes to look at Yan Qing, and found that she was a little disappointed, and her curiosity about their previous relationship became even more intense.
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"No." Yan Qing shook her head and called up the photo again, asking Qiao Mei to take a closer look. What's the difference between her and her childhood self in the photo?

Qiao Mei compared it and didn't pay attention at first. After all, the facial features were basically there, so no matter how big the gap was, it wouldn't be that big.

Now that she was reminded like this, she took a closer look and found something very wrong.

The little Yan Qing in the photo has an obvious tear mole at the end of her eye, but the current Yan Qing does not.

Moreover, Yan Qing’s height and frame in the photo show that he has a small body type.

Instead of being as tall as he is now, he was even nicknamed "Giant Qing" by Shang Duojin.

The most important thing is...

Qiao Mei looked at the abrupt Adam's apple on Yan Qing's neck and wondered if there was something wrong with her memory. She subconsciously reached out to touch it and murmured, "Have you had this thing before?"

She knew that not only men have Adam's apple, but women also have it.

However, generally men have a greater chance of having it.

The girl's hands were soft and fragrant, and when she touched her Adam's apple, it felt itchy and numb, as if someone was sweeping it with a feather.

Yan Qing's ears burned red instantly, and he reached out to grab Qiao Mei's slender wrist to stop her from continuing: "Yes, but I hid it. I usually put on special effects makeup to make it invisible."

Qiao Mei didn't think much about it, thinking that this might be Yan Qing's special hobby.

So he moved his gaze to the corner of her eye where the tear mole should have been, pointed at her, and asked: "Did you ink the tear mole that was there when you were a child?"

But the mole of tears can touch the skeleton. How did Yan Qing change it?

Or is it that Interstellar has such advanced technology?

Yan Qing was a little speechless. He could tell that Qiao Mei was still stuck in the whirlpool of dullness, so he pointed it out directly.

"No, I have never had a tear mole here, and the person in the photo is not me."

Qiao Mei was confused: "What do you mean? Who else could it be if it wasn't you?"

Yan Qing chuckled, opened the optical brain bracelet, took out a pill and took it.

After clearing her voice, when she spoke again, what Qiao Mei heard was no longer the familiar Yujie voice, but a very magnetic... male voice.

"What do you think? Since I look so similar to her, who else could I be?"

The moment the voice came out, Qiao Mei's whole body turned to stone.

Her brain began to buzz, and she even wondered if she was hearing hallucinations.
Chapter completed!