Bamboo horse is not a human being in his daily life

Chapter 155 [Shenjun's Little Turtle] Jiang Yousi

It was the first time for the storyteller to try out a scene. He brought a few clay figurines with him, and he turned into a boy and girl in the world. The girl wore a white gauze curtain to cover her face, and she had a graceful figure under a white dress. She stood behind her. There were two teenagers, one was dressed in yellow and the other was dressed like a peacock.

Wen Queyu supported her head and looked at it for a while. The faces of the three seemed to be separated by a layer of mist, and they couldn't see clearly. She used the magic technique taught to her by the god to call a gust of wind, blowing the veil of the girl on the stage. Shaking, the face was vaguely familiar.

Wen Queyu pushed Song Yuwen who was beside him, "This girl looks so beautiful!"

Song Yufan glanced at her sideways, with a half-smile in his eyes, "What do you see she looks like?"

Wen Queyu shook his head obediently, "But look at her facial profile, she is a very good girl!"

If Song Yufan didn't know that Wen Queyu couldn't see the man's face, he would definitely think that this man had some achievements in boasting.

While the two were talking, the three of them on the stage had evolved from sitting opposite each other to standing opposite each other. The girl was standing beside the boy in yellow clothes, with her head half-tilted and tiptoes trying to be at eye level with him. The flower peacock boy stood at the back, looking at the two from a distance like a bystander.

She seems to have seen this kind of situation before, Wen Queyu scratched her head, as if something was about to break through the cerebral cortex and was desperately trying to get out, she looked at the three people on the stage, obviously couldn't see any of them Clear face, but the moment she closed her eyes, everything became real.

It is the depths of winter.

Snowflakes were flying everywhere, and she saw another herself sitting next to the stove, poking the golden thread on the top of the phoenix robe, and while poking, she was thinking about the man sitting on the soft bed.

"Jiang Ruanruan! You still didn't take me to Dongting Lake to eat grilled fish this winter, and you promised me to go to the hot springs in the other courtyard before! Why don't you say anything?"

The person sitting on the floppy bed was wearing a fox fur, with a handsome face surrounded by white down. At the moment, there was no expression on that face. His pair of Ruifeng eyes were half closed, and he was holding a golden book in his hand. He was flipping through the booklet on the cover. Hearing this, he raised his eyes a little, and then turned to look at the little queen who pursed her lips with an unhappy expression.

He just glanced at her and said nothing.

But the little girl jumped up and became very happy visibly. She ran over and sat beside him, shaking his arm.

"Soft, soft, soft! You agreed, didn't you? Huh? Didn't you?"

A busy tone suddenly appeared in her mind, and then she heard a child's voice suddenly appear in her mind.

"Hello, Wen Wen~ Congratulations that you are about to recover your memory! In order to celebrate that you are about to recover your memory, Xiaoqi and I gave you a big gift package~ Check it in ten seconds!"

Wen Queyu: "???"

What is this sound?

Song Yuyan took off the white jade hairpin stuck in her hair, put it in the palm of her hand, shook it, and then flattened it.

He said to her, "Call Brother Song and I will give you everything."

Wen Queyu was taken aback for a moment, and the sound of the alarm clock ticking instantly appeared in his mind. Every time it was struck, more fragments would appear in his mind.

"Do you think I'm stupid? You don't want anything, but I still give you my life without hesitation."

It is the cherry blossoms flying, the cicadas singing in summer, the warblers flying and the grass growing, or the revival of all things.

And all of this was Jiang Yousi.

"Should I call you Ningshuang or Queyu? It seems like they are both you, but they don't seem to be you either." Song Yuzhen lowered his eyes and talked to himself, while the eyes of the person in front of him gradually began to change. Lost focus, and slowly, tears welled up inside.

Song Yuyan was originally full of injustice and resentment.

But when he saw her tears streaming down his face, he was completely at a loss.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't—"

Wen Queyu's tears fell drop by drop, her voice choked up, she raised her hand to cover her eyes, and whimpered, "Jiang Yousi."

　Song Yuyan is indeed a sad male supporting role here.

　　But I plan to write a chapter about him

　　
　
(End of this chapter)