She had never seen such a mecha model, let alone assembled by herself, but she had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

I seem to have seen it somewhere.

Maybe it's related to children?

She subconsciously frowned. It must be related to the lost memory again.

Feng Shu also stared at the model, and after a while, he quickly disassembled it and reassembled it.

"What are you doing? You have nothing to do? You know that you have strong hands-on ability, so you don't need to show off like this..."

As soon as the boy finished speaking, he watched the model turn into pieces again, and then it was turned into pieces again, repeating itself.

He opened his mouth wide.

Feng Shu seemed to have forgotten the surrounding environment and repeated the movements in her hands with all her concentration, making adjustments faster and more perfect adjustments every time.

The boy sat down quietly, dazzling and enchanting.

He had never seen Luo Xiaohua like this before.

Going all out is like making a priceless work of art, trying to show the most perfect mask over and over again.

The day passed quickly, and the night came quietly and left quickly.

The two of them stayed in the basement, as if they were not aware of it.

"bite."

A part fell to the ground and rolled away.

Feng Shu's eyes were out of focus and his hands were spastic.

The boy came to his senses and immediately dragged the mat, carefully supported her to lie down, then held her arm and kneaded skillfully.

"Okay, I won't ask. When you are willing to tell me, I will always listen to you. When Aunt Luo left, she begs me to be your Guozi and take care of you like a real man... I agreed."

She wasn't listening.

The blushing boy looked tense, "Don't be self-indulgent, just like his brother!"

The interior is very quiet.

Feng Shu was extremely tired and slowly fell into a coma, but her hands were still trembling.

The boy dared not stop pressing.

"It would be great if there was a mental soothing agent. Really, why can't I remember to shout to stop? I'm so stupid!"

He muttered in a low voice about his stupidity, and persistently massaged her hands over and over again.

When she woke up, the boy realized that he was sleeping beside her. He was so scared that he immediately rolled to the side, and different collisions sounded endlessly.

He fled in panic again in a panic.

Feng Shu woke up more than a month later.

In order to deal with emergencies, the boy who endured his awkward mood has gradually become accustomed to falling asleep beside her, and opens his eyes beside her to usher in a new day.

The two met.

Feng Shu's eyes were sharp and sharp.

The boy was stiff all over.

Her eyebrows and eyes were full of resentment. He did good things, but he felt guilty as if he had done bad things.

The two closed their eyes at the same time.

Opening it again, Feng Shu had returned to the clarity of the clarity, stood up expressionlessly, and looked at fdmaxiii as soon as possible.

younger brother.

Someone is really calling her sister.

She not only has a son, but also a younger brother.

A child who was very close to her.

Feng Shu pursed her lips.

Only sound.

She only remembers the sound of him calling her sister.

"What's wrong?"

The boy who overcame the discomfort came over and looked at the model side by side with her.

Feng Shu shook his head.

"If you need my help, please speak. It is hard to say whether others can help you or not. I will always help you."

He touched his nose and felt the heat rushing up again.

"I'll go cook and let you eat something delicious today to nourish your body."

"Guo Zi."

"Um?"

The boy turned around.

"Can you change your name?"

She still looked at the mecha model, her voice was still hoarse and cowardly, but she showed a sharp and hard feeling for no reason.

Realizing that she was serious, the boy froze his face and refused, "No!"

"Why?"

"Because there is only one male in every generation of my family, and each male is named Guo Zi. He died and was buried under the plum blossom tree. The tomb of Guo Zi is also engraved on the tombstone.

Although I became a member of Yue Lanxing and garbage, I never thought of being ashamed of it. In the future, I would pass my name to my son and teach my son to pass it on to my grandson, and my son will have endless descendants."

He left with a cold face, not noticing that her hands were trembling slightly.

Guo Zi.

If the eldest brother really left his bloodline, there is no doubt that the young man Guo Zi of Yue Lanxing is his descendant.

The eldest brother once said that if he died in front of her, he would have to ask her to collect the body for him and bury him under the plum blossom tree. The tombstone was not needed, and he would be dead and he would be killed.

If he gets a child in the future, he must give himself another serious name. He doesn't want to live his life under the name "Zi". He is ridiculed by his son, and he may even laugh at him with his grandson and great-grandson.

He is determined not to get married, and once he gets married, he must have a series of gourd babies, the more the better.

He is a kind person who is kind to others, and is truly kind and has achieved success as he wants, helping the world, and has experienced the world and is in harmony with the world.

It’s just a wish of many children and grandchildren. God should always pity him. No, it’s to reward him and fulfill him.

Now, in the distant interstellar space and space, there is a Guo Zi of the same name and surname. Guo Zi of the same name and surname for generations, who want to be buried under the plum blossom tree after death.

Feng Shu squatted down, covered her face and cried.

Her master Huishan is a strange man, and birds of a feather flock together, so he naturally knows many strange men, among which there are great witches with extraordinary power.

According to legend, great witches can change their stars and storm, destroy their families and countries, and change their destiny against heaven and change their destiny. They are not omnipotent, but in the eyes of mortals, they are almost gods.

Guo Zi, has he been absorbed by witchcraft and gained the prosperity of his own prosperity in exchange for the current single-teacher reproduction?

Did he guess that she would live in another way if she died in vain?

Or maybe he just wanted to reunite with his vanished junior sister in this way.

Huishan once said that when a person is too obsessed with human affairs, he may live to death, and the people and things he is cared about are also injected with vitality. Until the obsession dissipates or changes, he will slowly be swallowed up by the long river of time.

There is a destiny in the dark. Perhaps it is really because of the help of her masters and senior brothers.

Or maybe it was because she missed the past too much, so she was delusional, hoping that time and space would still be that time and space. Although she could not find the past, being able to live at different time points in the same interface was enough to comfort her life.

Feng Shu cried for a long time, and her eyes swollen, and then she stopped her tears.

In the past, she rarely cried, but now she cried bitterly in a strange place, and could not even confirm whether the truth was what she thought.

There are many questions, but there will be no answers again. Because all those who are willing to answer her and can answer her are gone.

She thought all the love, hate, and love had already dissipated with the wind, but it turned out that some people and some things would be truly unforgettable as long as they had experienced them.

Not only can she not forget her easily, but others can also be unable to forget her easily.
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