"Xiao Le..." An Yuan was suddenly stunned, "Did I just say Xiao Le?"
"Yes." The cloud was a little blurry, so she looked in the mirror and carefully removed the eyelashes that almost fell into her eyes.
There is no one named "Xiao Le" in the orphanage. If it was someone who had a good relationship with her before, there is no reason for him to disappear after she loses her memory.
It disappeared completely without leaving any trace.
An Yuan scratched his hair at the temples and narrowed his eyes, "Maybe I didn't sleep well. What I wanted to say was Xiaoqi, not Xiaole. Anyway, everyone went together."
"What you said sounds so false. Can't you tell me this?" Yun Tuan held the tea cup and suddenly felt that the black tea was bitter and astringent, and his mouth was full of bitterness.
"No way, Sister Tuan... It's just that we are doing well now. If the balance is broken, it will be troublesome. Xiaole got married and went to another city. Her children are one year old. She cut off the contact by herself. You have to go
If you contact us, you still need to make up a few gifts, right? If you want to visit, you’d be embarrassed to go empty-handed, right?”
An Yuan kept shaking her head, "Her world now only has children, no career, and no friends. It's really difficult to communicate."
Yun Tuan was silent for a moment, thinking about some of the baby-dazzling fanatics in the circle of friends. When he contacted them about something, the other party first sent a photo of a child at a strange angle and asked, "Is my son/daughter cute?" Indeed,
Suffocating.
But Xiaole...
It seems a bit familiar, like deja vu.
Yun Tuan's first reaction was the girl who often came to the apartment, but subconsciously he denied it. That girl should not be called "Xiao Le".
"Okay...the gift money is too expensive." Yun Tuan shook his head and wisely stopped asking any more questions.
Bang!
Bang!
There was a deafening noise outside the house, and An Yuan immediately rushed over, blocked in front of Yun Tuan, and shouted in shock: "What's wrong? What's wrong?!"
Yun Tuan patted An Yuan on the shoulder and said, "It's okay. There has been something wrong with the elevator these past two days. It seems like a spring is installed."
An Yuan suddenly turned pale, "Has the elevator broken down in the past two days?"
"What's wrong? Didn't I tell you yesterday? You... came up by the elevator today?" Yun Tuan frowned, "Are you... still alive?"
As she said that, she held An Yuan for a while and checked. She had been in the paradise for so long that she could hardly tell the difference between a spirit body and a living person.
Fortunately, it's hot and there are shadows.
"What nonsense, of course I'm alive!" An Yuan rolled his eyes and pushed Yun Tuan's hand away.
"It's too risky, let's take the stairs." Yun Tuan looked in the direction of the security door, his eyes seemed to pass through the thick aluminum alloy, staring at the elevator door.
Was the elevator repair last night in vain?
……
The memories that I thought would last a whole day were completed in just half an hour.
Yun Tuan sighed, "Okay, let's cook hot pot for lunch? Then have barbecue in the evening?"
"Yeah!"
Two hours later, Yun Tuan looked at a room full of people, his eyelids twitching.
"I'm really sorry for you. The elevator is broken. Even if it's hot, you have to take the stairs to get to me."
She turned her head and looked at the piles of dishes in the kitchen, feeling a little pain in her trigeminal nerve.
"It doesn't matter whether we eat or not. We mainly like to exercise." Shi Qing gritted his back teeth and glared at each other with Wan Yanbao.
"We just went downstairs to express condolences to the employees." Jing He said with a smile in a broadcast tone.
Jing Yu sat down at his usual office with his laptop and continued working, looking up at the clouds from time to time.
This sense of presence is actually extremely strong.
Yun Tuan was stewing bone soup, and he wanted to turn around and complain several times, but as soon as he turned his head, Jing Yu looked away, as if nothing happened.