Chapter 1427: School grass with personality disorder (53)

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On the food stalls, people come and go,
An Zhensheng asked for a box of beer and ordered a few side dishes.
"Hey--" the sound of the cans being opened.
Luo drank two drinks, with a touch of helpless smile: "The wine is really a good thing."
"咔嚓-"
An Zhensheng also opened a can, but was dragged down by Luo Ding: "But you can't drink."
"Why?" Her soft palm touched her fingertips for a moment, and suddenly he felt a tremor in his heart.
This kind of feeling that comes out from the depths of the heart can't fool people.
"Because you are a patient!"
Luo dusted his hand and took the beer in front of him and said: "The patient can't drink!"
"It’s not a disease to lose memory." He insisted on picking up the cans and took a drink: "But why I lost my memory, all of them are swallowing, only me told me softly."
"What did she say?"
At this moment, she felt that she was a little nervous.
"She asked me to find you the answer."
He looked at her deeply, every word with complex emotions, full of magnetic gentle voice, so she could not help but red eyes.
"Without memory, there is no answer." Luo Dianchen looked at him: "Most of the guesses in your heart are true, but... things that have been experienced, if only one person has memories, it is not a complete story. ""
Memory is the best collection of feelings.
If you don't even have a memory, even if you know the answer.
It was like a movie show, but it was just heard from other people, and the story was said.
"Yes, it is a complete story." For a long time, his cool, watery voice slowly opened: "I know, I used to like you."
In fact, love has never left, but she remembers, he forgot.
"Yes, you used to like me." Luo said with a bitter smile: "But that was the former you, now?"
A blank life without memory, can you just talk about love with just a few days?
Does this kind of love, he believes?
If he is convinced, how can he ask her?
Silence, silence, silence, silence of silence.
Until a sharp voice rang around them, it broke the silence.
"what------"
The screams of each other rang out in an instant, and An Zhensheng almost immediately pulled him behind his body, watching the direction of the sound source with complete vigilance.
A five-year-old little sister was hijacked by a man with a knife. Her mother looked pale and fell to the ground.
"Don't hurt my daughter, I beg you... don't hurt my daughter."
"Your daughter... your daughter..." The man with a knife muttered desperately: "Why is your daughter still alive, and my daughter is dead! Why, why!"
"Mom saves me, my mother saves me..." The child's collar was smashed by a knife man and his body was suspended. Constantly crying and struggling.
"Don't cry!" The knife man screamed fiercely, and the hoarse voice yelled: "My daughter didn't cry when she swallowed the last breath, why do you cry!"
As he spoke, he excitedly stroked the knife across the little girl's arm.
Blood flowed out in a flash.
"Don't, don't hurt my child--" her mother shouted out loudly: "She is only five years old! She is a five-year-old child..."
"A five-year-old child, what about it?" His horrible eyes screamed in the darkness of the devil's light. "My child is only five years old, but she is dead! In this cold winter, I was alive. so cold!"