"..." Bai Junjun was slightly stunned and found that she had asked an invalid question. She coughed lightly to hide her embarrassment.

"Xiaoshan, do you remember where you came from?"

Xiaoshan was slightly stunned and shook his head silently.

"Then... do you remember your parents?"

Bai Sasa also joined the group chat.

Xiaoshan still shook his head blankly.

"Then...what do you remember?"

"I don't remember anything." Xiaoshan replied seriously.

The sisters looked at each other and finally knew what was wrong with Xiaoshan.

Xiaoshan actually... lost his memory.

"Is it...are the stones hit in the river?"

Bai Sasa looked at Xiaoshan's head worriedly, but his forehead was smooth and not as if it was injured.

"It may be temporary amnesia caused by post-traumatic stress disorder."

"?" Bai Sasa was confused, what?

"This is a mental abnormal reaction, referred to as ptsd, a state of post-traumatic mental imbalance."

"???" Bai Sasa was even more confused.

Bai Junjun sighed: "Anyway, just think that Xiaoshan is too sad and has a brain sick."

"!" Bai Sasa finally understood.

“…” Xiaoshan.

Speaking of which, Xiaoshan's experience is not unfamiliar with the Bai siblings. They have never experienced the pain of losing their relatives, and they are even much more tortuous than Xiaoshan's experience.

In the turbulences, nearly a thousand people disintegrated little by little.

From guards to servants to tribe members, aunts, mistresses, brothers and sisters, they fell one by one and died at their feet.

Bai Lingyu was even more enjoyable by the Baiyang clan's Huili. He just learned how to walk and started his life of escape.

But I don’t know if it’s because I’m busy escaping and having no time to be sad, or the gentry itself is cold-hearted.

In short, they faced too many deaths and gradually became numb.

But we can also understand the differences in emotions between the two.

The noble lady and the young master have nanny, maids, and even the aunts who do not need to pretend to behave. Xiaoshan is different. Every handful of shit and urine is pulled by Liu. Usually, Liu sleeps on the hill and is willing to fall asleep.

The feelings that both parties invest differently, and the trauma they leave is naturally different.

"Will the hills recover?" Bai Sasa was a little worried.

"It depends on him. If he wants to remember it, he will naturally remember it. He subconsciously doesn't want to remember it, and maybe he won't remember it for the rest of his life."

In fact, in the late stage of the apocalyptic period, there are very few amnesia caused by trauma. After all, people are numb. It is only a day to live, so how can they care whether they were beaten yesterday?

"It's okay if Xiaoshan can't remember it." Bai Junjun sighed: "Sometimes you forget it is happier than you remember."

Bai Sasha was speechless, and when he thought about it carefully, he seemed to be right.

"I don't know how they are."

Thinking of the chaos on the bridge, Bai Sasa felt nervous.

When she saw the elder sister fall into the water, she and Bai Lingyuguan jumped into the river regardless of concern. I wonder what Uncle Lao Qiu felt when he saw them jumping into the river together.

I don’t know how long I have been in a coma here, and whether it is still on the same day as outside.

"It should be fine."

The news that Li Wenli made from cutting off the firewood from the cauldron would definitely make Zhou Tao give up the pursuit and go back to support him.

As long as Uncle Lao Qiu and the others run fast, they can reach the Blue Lou.

"Let's find Xiaoyu and we go to Biluo to find them." Bai Junjun promised.

Bai Sasa looked at Bai Junjun in a daze, and nodded after a long time: "Okay, let's find Xiaoyu and go back to find Uncle Laoqiu."

"?"

Xiaoshan chewed the frog's legs while listening to the two of them muttering.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!