Chapter 35:

Shen Sangluo raised his eyebrows high, "I know what it means. You can know Lin Yi because of me."
"What do you mean?"
Shen Sangluo was an assistant to the chairman of the League Affairs Center in his sophomore year. Lin Yi made several films at the time and had to borrow the laboratory building. As a school staff member, Shen Sangluo always followed the crew and supervised them. I also want to see the excitement.
Han Feixu came to the school to play with her. Shen Sangluo couldn't get out for a while. Han Feixu waited for her outside. While waiting, she went to the bathroom. When she came out to wash her hands, she happened to meet Lin Yi. Lin Yi didn't have the air of a celebrity. Seeing other students outside, she was taken aback for a while, and soon she smiled cordially.
Lin Yi is seven years older than Han Feixu. She is mature, wise, and charming. Not to mention the curvy girl, even the straight girl will be deeply attracted to her when she sees her.
Thinking of Ye Mingxin's attitude towards Lin Yi, Shen Sangluo smiled playfully, "Act with Lin Yi, your studio should be so airy."
"Otherwise, your crew will become Shanxi Vinegar Workshop."
Han Feixu couldn’t understand what she was saying. Shen Sangluo didn’t continue speaking. She straightened her waist, stretched her arms behind her, and spent a long time searching in the slits of the sofa. Finally, she found her mobile phone. She asked,
Will you eat dinner here I'll order you a takeaway."
Han Feixu: "Can't you do it yourself? A good kitchen can be used as a storage room."
Shen Sangluo: "I don't cook well, and cooking is too troublesome."
Han Feixu: "Forget about being lazy."
Shen Sangluo: "I'm lazy, you are not lazy, then you can do it, there are still a few eggs and tomatoes in the refrigerator, just right, you fried it."
Han Feixu: "Let’s eat takeaway."
Shen Sangluo: "..."
When I came, I brought only one bag, but when I left, I took two large bags of domestic garbage. Han Feixu walked out silently. Shen Sangluo sat on the obviously cleaner sofa and waved at her with a smile. You see, I said that it’s only dirty for a day or two. If you throw away the garbage, don’t you look a lot cleaner? Goodbye, dear, remember to sort the garbage."
In the next two months, she doesn't want to set foot in Shen Sang's home again

The next day, early in the morning, Yiyi pulled out her mini trolley box.
Her small trolley case is not as big as an adult's casual backpack, and two pieces of her own clothes can be put in it. Yiyi opened the trolley case happily, and then she wanted to move her bedroom over.
Carry the little white rabbit, the little frog, and the babble bird, too. When a bunch of useless things were stuffed in, the trolley box was finally overloaded and could not be closed.
Han Feixu sat on her little bed and watched her busying. It was until she cast a pitiful and helpless gaze, Han Feixu walked over, took out all the mess she put out, and then another Install it separately.
"When you arrive, you have to listen to your grandma, you know?"
"Know it."
"No matter where you go, you must follow your grandma. You are absolutely not allowed to act alone. If you let me run around by yourself if you don't listen to the adults, I will let your grandma send you back to the country immediately."
Yiyi fiddled with her toy, "Hmm, I remember."
"Although you are going on vacation, you must play in moderation. You must go to bed before nine o'clock and eat sparingly. You must eat one cold drink a day at most. You are not allowed to eat sweets after six o'clock. If you say you don’t understand, then I will tell Xiao Zhao and let him stare at you."
After finally loading everything in, Han Feixu tried to carry it, but it was okay, it was only five or six kilograms heavy, so she was fine to pull it. She put down the suitcase, squatted on the ground, and asked Yiyi, "I heard that grandpa will also go with you. Didn't she say that before? Why did she suddenly change her mind."
Yiyi raised her head and blinked her tea-grey eyes. "Grandpa said to grandma, staying at home, the grandpa always said that he would dislike him and dislike him. If he stayed, he would want to jump off the building. Mom, what do you mean by jumping off the building? "
"..."
Han Feixu was silent for a moment, and smiled softly, "It's just playing games. Don't you like playing the game called Little Bunny Jumping? Grandpa also likes to play."
Yiyi nodded suddenly, "Then I will take the game console with me too, and then I will play with Grandpa."
Han Feixu watched Yiyi jump up, ran to the side of the cabinet, first brought a small step stool, and then stood up, before he got the game console. Han Feixu was silent, Yiyi was too young. Everyone felt that she didn’t remember anything, so she didn’t evade her. Who knew that this villain remembered everything, and one note was a long time ago, two months ago She forgot what Han Feixu said, but Yiyi remembered it very clearly.
Eh, wait.
Does that mean that she remembered the conversation between her and Ye Mingxin that day?
Yiyi told her that two days before her amnesia, Ye Mingxin had a negotiation with her. It was on that day that Ye Mingxin finally let go and divorced her. Han Feixu never understood what happened that day, and the two of them What is the reason for the divorce? If you ask Yiyi, she might know the cause and effect.
The day she woke up was May 10, and the negotiation time was May 8. Han Feixu walked to Yiyi like a thief. She bent down, half-kneeled by the cabinet, with one hand on the drawer. "Yiyi, what day is May 8th, do you remember?"
Yiyi turned her head and looked at her naturally, "Of course I remember, Mom, don't you remember?"
"I also remember," Han Feixu laughed dryly. I don't know why, she always has a nervous feeling when she talks about her own daughter, as if she can see through her innocent eyes immediately, "Mom will test you. See if your memory improves."
Adults will always come up with a bunch of inexplicable and very mentally handicapped questions. For example, how old are you, what are your parents' names, what is your surname, how to say one to five in English, etc. Naturally, Yiyi will inevitably be so. When she asked, she turned her head away as usual, "Mom, your question is so boring, of course I know what day May 8 is, and that day is Mommy's birthday."
Han Feixu was stunned, "Birthday, isn't her birthday April 27?"
"Mom, you don't even remember this," she put down the game console she had been tinkering with for a long time, then took a small desk calendar from the cabinet, and turned the Q version of the desk calendar to May. On the 8th, she was painted a little red Hua, "Look, this is what you painted for me. Mommy, like us, celebrates a Chinese birthday, but an earthly birthday."
She wanted to say that Ye Mingxin used the lunar calendar for her birthday, not the solar calendar. But Yiyi doesn’t know what is called the lunar calendar and what is called the solar calendar. She only remembers that Han Feixu explained to her that the birthday date is different every year because they look at the Chinese calendar, while the American children look at it. The time calendar commonly used by the people on earth, so their birthday dates are the same.
After hearing her mother's response for a long time, Yiyi raised her head and found that her mother's expression was a little strange, as if it was difficult to accept what she had just said.
"Mom, what's the matter with you?"
Yiyi's call brought Han Feixu back from the mess of thoughts. Han Feixu gently blinked her eyes. She picked Yiyi up and put it on the bed. She knelt by the bed, raised her head, earnestly Looking at Yiyi, "Good deed, what I said to Mommy that day, can you tell me again?"
Every emotion of an adult can affect the child. Seeing Han Feixu's seriousness, Yiyi lowered her eyes and tried to recall the scene of that day, but two months later, no matter how good her memory is, she can't speak every sentence Write it down.
"I...I can't remember." The more anxious, the more Yiyi can't remember.
Han Feixu also knew that she could not be forced, and she softened her voice, "It's okay, don't need to remember everything, take your time, tell mother what you can think of."
Yiyi looked up, her tea-grey eyes glanced to the right for a long time, and finally remembered something, "You tell Mommy, you don’t need charity anymore. You are not walking the same way. It’s normal to find sheep. ."
To the sheep? ? ?
Han Feixu was silent, "Are you talking about parting ways?"
"It seems so," Yiyi tugged at her hair, "You said, time has faded, and the most deadly things are gone. Mommy can live the life of planting five chrysanthemums, why not go to Lele It."
…………
What a mess of this!
Han Feixu's mouth is half open. These words are too abstract. She really can't translate them. What the are five chrysanthemums? Some people here like to grow chrysanthemums? ?
Han Feixu closed her mouth hard, and silently, she asked again: "Anything else, what did Mommy say?"
"Mummy said she likes caviar."
Han Feixu collapsed and lowered his head, Yiyi's eyes suddenly lit up, "Oh, more!"
Han Feixu hurriedly raised her head and stopped her saying, "Yiyi, can you think about it first, are you sure that this sentence is human?"
"...I'm talking human words," Yiyi said in a low voice, "Mummy also said, if you want to go, she will let you go, but I want to stay."
After talking for a long time, there was finally a logical sentence, but Han Feixu knew it all morning.
Yiyi ran out to watch TV, Han Feixu sat in her child seat, took the Q version of the desk calendar, and turned it over page by page.
On the more important days, Xiaohonghua is painted. Today, Yiyi doesn’t know many Chinese characters, only the simplest numbers, and her own name. She knows more in English, but it's not much better. .
Some of the places where the little red flowers were painted were marked in English, and some did not. Turning forward from May to February 4, she saw the only Chinese mark.
Return to China.
The marked handwriting looks like a small round body, which is Han Feixu's iconic handwriting since childhood. Shen Sangluo has always said that she writes like a primary school student, and that she cannot change it all her life. But these two characters on the desk calendar, although they still have a round foundation, have adult characteristics in the bending room, and the strokes are connected together, showing the master's mature and firm mood.
Touching these two words lightly with her finger, Han Feixu can feel the dent drawn by the pen. She turned the desk calendar back to May and looked at the only small red flower on the May page. Han Feixu paused. It took a long time before I put down the desk calendar.
The author has something to say: Someone in the family gets married today, so let’s put a half-turn on first, and write about the rest of the night, maybe it will be changed very late, and we will see the bell tomorrow.

Thanks to Mo Qianyun, DouSha_xg, 22064698, deep coma, fried marshmallow, Jiang Taigong, Luntai, Yan えない