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The scene of the limited edition product launch of the cloth painting brand.

At this time, it was already crowded with people waiting in line.

In the crowd was a young girl with a head.

"Lan, I bought it back!"

In the distance, the garden lady carried a bag of hamburgers and rushed over.

"Give, I buy more copy, do you want to eat it?"

Yuan Zi ran over and handed the bag to Xiaolan.

Xiaolan took it.

"Speaking of which, Lan, you will suddenly want to buy brand-name goods."

After returning from the garden from the Mid-Levels Villa, after being reminded by my sister, I remembered that today was the release date.

So she rushed over without eating dinner.

What she didn't expect was that Xiaolan would also have the idea of buying.

"Because I promised someone a long time ago."

Xiaolan took out the hamburger's hand for a while, and a look of memory appeared on her face.

"That was an agreement a long, long time ago..."

Years ago.

The Maori Lan is still a little horned girl.

On the way from school.

It suddenly started raining in the sky.

Maori Lan, who forgot to bring an umbrella, stands under the school's ginkgo tree. Through the golden ginkgo leaves, I looked at the rainy sky with a sad face.

I don't know when this rain will stop.

If you go back late, can't you go to the new house to find a new one to play?

That was the first time Xiaolan hated rain so much.

"Little sister."

A gentle voice suddenly came from the side.

Xiao Xiaolan turned around.

A long-blonde aunt holding an umbrella stood beside her.

The other party seems to be waiting for someone.

"Are you waiting here too?"

Aunt Blonde asked.

"Uh-huh~"

Xiaolan shook her head, waiting for her big eyes, curiously looking at the aunt in front of her.

Wait for someone?

In this rainy weather, who is the aunt waiting for in front of you?

If it were her, even Shinichi, the guy who could only read detective novels and play football, she wouldn't wait.

"Forgot to bring an umbrella, then Auntie lend you this umbrella."

The aunt looked at Xiao Xiaolan's cute appearance, smiled softly, squatted down, and handed the umbrella in her hand to Xiao Xiaolan.

"But in this case, you will get wet."

"It's okay, I'm pretty rainy today."

Auntie said softly.

"I'll give you this umbrella, and when you grow up, you're going to buy a product designed by your aunt, okay?"

"The symbol is this ginkgo biloba, although it is not famous yet, but the aunt will definitely work hard."

The aunt stretched out her hand and hooked up with Xiaolanla.

"Hey, Lan, what are you doing?"

Not far away, Xiao Xiaoxin stood in the rain with a school bag on his head and a horse stride.

"Shinichi!"

Hearing Shinichi's voice, Xiaolan immediately ran over.

The blonde aunt stood in place, watching the originally lost little girl instantly become cheerful, and then ran away after another little boy.

It's really like.

A few memories flashed in the blonde's eyes.

"Hey!"

"Pretty aunt, are you waiting for your sweetheart?"

A voice suddenly came from overhead.

She looked up.

On the ginkgo tree, among the dense leaves, a head emerged.

It was a little boy who always maintained a grin, looking seven or eight years old, and the smile on his face was a little stiff.

The ginkgo tree in front of her was more than ten meters high, and how this little boy climbed it, she didn't notice it.

"Little friend, it's dangerous up there, come down quickly,"

she couldn't help but remind.

"I know, it's because of the high self that I came up."

The little boy said, and then a hand reached out from among the dense ginkgo leaves and raised it.

He held a piece of drawing paper in his hand.

"I'm collecting wind, do you know Auntie, let me tell you, this kind of rainy day, with the golden leaves of the ginkgo tree, is very beautiful."

"Auntie knows, you are a little painter, right, come down first."

She looked up and said with a gentle smile.

"Huh? You're blonde. The

boy's eyes lit up, and then he shrunk his head into the leaves of the ginkgo tree.

"I know an aunt who has the same hair as you."

Not long after, a nimble figure climbed down from the tree.

"Naw, Auntie, I'll give this to you."

The little boy handed her the paper in his hand.

She took a look.

The painting shows a golden ginkgo tree, with fluttering leaves, a gentle breeze, and a drizzle like silk.

Fallen leaves are not fallen leaves, they are butterflies dancing.

The breeze is not a breeze, it is a chord whispered in memory.

Under the ginkgo tree. There is a small figure.

It was a hazy and blurry figure, and it was vaguely visible that it was a girl with short hair.

"Is this girl someone you like?"

She couldn't help but ask.

"It's not."

The little teenager denied it.

"That... Why do you keep grinning?

She changed the subject.

"Because, she said she liked Prince Charming on a motorcycle."

The little boy replied subconsciously.

"Aren't princes all smiling like this."

"Huh."

She couldn't help but smile and reached out and touched the little boy's head.

"But a smile comes from the heart."

The little boy dodged away.

"Don't go near my aunt. It will bring you misfortune. She

just thought of it as a little boy's fairy tale and changed the topic again.

"Why did you give me the painting, give it to me, and the other party will not know your thoughts?"

The little boy shook his head.

"I can't see her, I haven't joined yet..." Halfway

through the boy, he suddenly changed his words: "I only met her once, when she was very young, she won't remember me." And I have a disease, and I will gradually forget her in the future..." The

breeze blew and the leaves flew, and she saw a little loss in the eyes of the teenager.

She reached out and caught a fallen ginkgo leaf.

"Then make yourself tall, just like this ginkgo leaf, as long as you are tall enough, it will fall on you more easily."

"Auntie, I'm not a child."

The little boy glanced at her obliquely.

"Good, good, then use the way adults speak."

She squinted and said with a smile.

"Work hard with your aunt, become a famous person, let everyone know, let her know too." She will naturally come to you.

"At that time, Auntie will help you return this painting to her, and help you remember it by the way."

After speaking, she stood up and looked at the slanting sun in the distance.

The sun has set. It's time for her to go, too.

"Hopefully we'll see each other again."

She said goodbye to the little boy.

"Auntie, my name is Natsuki! If I succeed, come to me!

The little boy shouted into her back.

Looking at the back of the blonde aunt, the little boy was silent for a long time.

Auntie, I hope you remember me then.

Because, for sure, I won't remember you.

My memory... Something went wrong.

I seem to have many memories from years ago, and I don't seem to remember clearly.

I remember all the memories from birth to the present, but there are parts that are being forgotten....