Chapter 148:

The man glanced at Anluo, pointed his fingers at it, and then Zhenzhen said eloquently: "This child's life pattern, the five elements of fire and lack of gold, the character is weak and likes 'water', and water is the 'happy god' of this life. If you encounter water, you will be blessed. Give your child a name, preferably with the word water. "

Luan Guangyao nodded earnestly, then moved out of a Xinhua dictionary, looked for the three characters of the water radical, and listed them in a pile, "Zhier, which one is nice?"

An Anzhi looked dizzy at a row of three o'clock water. "Dad, please say it."

Luan Guangyao looked at it for a long time and could not decide.

Luan Yuqiu suddenly proposed: "It's better to let him choose his own name. In the future, if he doesn't like his name, there is no reason to blame us. Dad, are you right?"

Luan Guangyao nodded and said, "Nice, let him choose!"

Then, An Guangyao wrote a bunch of three-pointed water characters with a brush and placed them on the table. Then he held Anluo to the table and said with a smile: "Baby, look at these words. Which one do you like? "

An An opened his eyes and looked at the desktop.

Luojiang rivers, lakes, seas, and rivers ...

Hold a row of three o'clock.

Juan Anluo: "..."

"Good, choose a name for yourself."

Wu Anluo reluctantly pointed the little Luo with the little finger.



"His brainwave has just had a strong activity. It should be remembered. Now he has calmed down and entered a light sleep state." Zhou Yueping whispered, "Would you like to wake him?"

医生 The doctor leaned over An Luo's ear and said, "An Luo, can you hear me?"

Luan Luo suddenly woke up, exuding a layer of cold sweat on her forehead.

What I have just unearthed should be the first memory of my coming to this world.

The name of An Anluo is actually this way. No wonder it is exactly the same as the previous life. It turned out to be a word of his own choosing. It turns out that this is no coincidence, because the name is the same, so when you wake up after amnesia, you can't tell the world you are in, thinking that you are born again to this An Luo.

Zhou Yueping gently wiped his sweat with a sterile cloth. "Xiao Luo, how do you feel? Can you bear this intensity? Do you feel a headache?"

Luan Luo took a deep breath and whispered, "It doesn't matter, I can. Go ahead ..."

Zhou Yueping and the teacher looked at each other, "Increase the intensity."



The picture in my mind suddenly jumped to a villa, pure white curtains and sheets, pure white carpet, the entire room was like a white and flawless ice and snow world, which belonged to An Zhi's bedroom.

There was a knock on the door suddenly, and the young photographer who entered the room was the young photographer.

When he met An Zhi, he began to embrace enthusiastically = kiss, kiss for a while, and suddenly felt an inexplicable sight behind him, An Zhi turned back, and suddenly saw the two standing at the door of the bedroom, looking at the two, An An Luo .