In one day, I was happy to be a father, but my son was actually myself.

Such a family relationship is too complicated and advanced, far beyond the comprehension of Shura's simple brain.

It's a pity that even though he complained in every possible way, it's a done deal now, and the identity established by the genealogy system cannot be changed.

Otherwise, the pen fairy would not be living at the bottom of the family with the title of a junior.

"nothing."

Bai Shuangxing kindly comforted: "Aren't you the little uncle? There may be a big uncle and a second uncle in the future. By the way, the son of the aunt's family is also called a cousin. Maybe in the family tree, Little Xiu is the child of other aunts and uncles.",nothing dealing with you."

Shen Chan works hard to be a professional fan:

"Confucius said that his first and second uncles are all his uncles, and the high tables and low benches are all made of wood. In short, they are almost the same."

The long-haired youth twitched his eyes.

He has never heard of Confucius Dongzi, and he doesn't care who this person is.

——So, why do human beings create such troublesome kinship relationships?

Asura, one head and two big, just felt that these titles had become densely packed thin lines, mixed together in a chaotic manner, and it was impossible to tell who was who.

He gradually lost patience.

Even if they are not father and son, it still feels strange to call themselves elders.

As for the aunt's son...

Among Baishuang experts, there is indeed an "aunt".

Shura raised his eyes without a word, and glanced at the God of Light who was directly opposite him.

If the soul fragments of his childhood were to call her "Mom", Shura felt that he would rather die.

never mind.

The fat and water don't flow into outsiders' fields. Instead of letting others be the parents, it's better for him to do it himself.

I am my father, so it is good not to let outsiders take advantage of it.

Shura took a deep breath and managed to convince himself: "It's up to you. The title is just a false name, I don't care."

It was obvious that his face was flushed just now.

Bai Shuangxing didn't expose it, and pinched Jiang Mianbing's cold face, which felt very good, like touching a ball of soft and glutinous ice cream:

"Little Xiu has just arrived and doesn't know much about many things. As a sister, I need to trouble Mianmian to teach him."

Shura was alert for a moment: "How did she become a sister?"

Want him to call a nine-year-old girl sister?

can't do it.

In the Asura Saber, 099 squinted at him, hesitant to speak.

A minute ago, who kept saying that he didn't care about fame?

"Mianmian is a little taller than Little Xiu."

Bai Shuangxing rubbed her chin: "She is nine years old now, as for Little Xiu..."

Judging by his skinny, thin and small appearance, he should not even be eight years old.

Bai Shuangxing was patient and asked the boy, "Do you remember your age?"

Most of Shura's soul fragments suffered heavy injuries and lost their memory.

Of course he wouldn't remember, and shook his head blankly.

Shura: ...

Shura: "I think it's nine years and three months."

Shen Chan had a complicated expression and fixed her eyes on him.

Jiang Mian just celebrated his birthday, and is now nine years and two months old.

In order for himself to succeed in getting his brother's position, this god is really serious about calculating addition and subtraction.

Adults have the thoughts of adults. Compared with them, the emotions of children are much simpler.

Jiang Mian pursed her lips, put her hands behind her back, and carefully looked at the boy beside her.

She has an introverted and shy personality, and after living with Bai Shuangxing and others for so long, she finally cultivated a bit of lively self-confidence that a child should have.

As for Little Xiu, her condition is even worse than before.

In Shura's childhood, he lived in endless struggle and massacre.

Little Xiu's memory is mostly missing, and all she can vaguely remember is the bloody scene of fighting with ghosts, and the heartbreaking pain of being trapped underground in the village and suffering day after day.

At this moment, the boy was standing by the window, half of his pale cheeks were soaked by the sun, his red eyes were like blood, and there was panic, shyness, bewilderment, and pure wildness like a small animal.

It's like never having a normal communication with anyone.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Mian moved lightly and approached him little by little.

Sensing her movement, Little Xiu's eyes flickered and he raised his head vigilantly.

Looking up, only to see another pair of grape-like round black eyes.

His tense body relaxed.

"You are Uncle Shura's soul fragment."

Jiang Mian looked at him, there was no fear in his eyes, only childish curiosity: "Uncle Shura can use a knife, can you too?"

There is no child who does not worship fancy fighting skills.

Little Xiu was silent for a while, then nodded quietly, causing her to open her eyes wide, with undisguised envy and expectation floating in her eyes.

Qin Mengdie stood beside Jiang Mian, and smiled when she saw this: "You guys have to get along well."

Jiang Mian nodded.

As the youngest sister, she received a lot of care at home.

Everyone in the family has been very kind to her, and now, Jiang Mian can finally protect another member of the family as a "sister".

This made her feel unspeakably happy.

There was chatter in the room, Bai Shuangxing stood beside the bed, and glanced at Ji Fenglin.

She said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Sorry, will we disturb your rest?"

Ji Fenglin was drinking porridge, when he heard this, he raised the corner of his mouth and shook his head.

"It's a great vibe."

He imitated her tone and lowered his voice.

Because of the fever, his voice sounded hoarse and long, and he smiled faintly: "...Thank you."

After a pause, Ji Fenglin continued: "Mianmian, I have always wanted to make friends with my age."

The memories of the past gradually faded away, but he never forgot many things.

Because he suffered domestic violence from his biological father since he was a child, he and Jiang Mian always had many obvious injuries.

Going to school with such a scar, wearing clothes that have been washed all white, looking down and out——

As a matter of course, in the class, they do not make close friends.

Even when the parents see them, they will tell their children without hesitation to stay away from them, let alone go to their house. If they run into the alcoholic father, something may happen to them.

Besides, children who grow up in that kind of family environment must have personality problems.

It's human nature to think like this.

Ji Fenglin understands this approach, but every time he sees other people deliberately alienating and showing disgust, he feels a little sad.

Jiang Mian also asked him with red eyes:

"Brother, am I terrible? The classmates in the class don't like me."

Jiang Mian said this sentence only once.

She is very sensible, and slowly figured out the cause and effect, so she stopped trying to make friends and became more silent.

And now—

Ji Fenglin looked towards the bedside.

With a serious expression, Jiang Mian was introducing the home system of "House of Ghosts" to Little Xiu. When talking about the area occupied, he raised his hands and made an exaggerated circle.

The boy listened carefully, keeping every word she said firmly in his heart, nodding his head from time to time to encourage her to continue.

They shouldn't be bored for a long time.

"I put the granules and capsules for fever on the bedside."

Seeing that they finally finished speaking, Shen Chan cleared her throat: "The instructions say that it is best to take it one hour after eating."

Ji Fenglin nodded and responded politely: "Thank you."

What happened next was not much different from Bai Shuangxing's expectations.

Ji Fenglin's symptoms were not mild, after he had finished his porridge, everyone left the guest room and stopped disturbing him, allowing him to sleep and rest.

Xue Zizhen reported the Bai Ye encounter between the three to his superiors, and not long after, someone knocked on the door.

Confirmed through Maoyan, it is the investigation team sent by the Supervision Bureau.

Shura hated such troublesome things the most, and was too lazy to deal with them. After saying hello to Bai Shuangxing, he took 099 back to the "House of Ghosts and Ghosts".

The leader this time is the Bai Ye investigator named "Zhong Han".

The space constructed by surveillance system No. 444 is extremely special, completely different from other white nights.

It did not originate from the resentment of a certain ghost, but the gathering of thousands of grievances, and finally formed a killing situation showing the tendency of encirclement and suppression.

It is not surprising that the Supervisory Bureau will find him because of this.

"I have listened to the recording sent by Xue Zizhen."

Zhong Han got straight to the point, without any more politeness: "According to what you said, today and that white night were caused by evil gods..."

He thought for a while and came to a conclusion: "The power supply department."

Bai Shuangxing nodded: "Through the form of live broadcast, it can not only make the human beings who are deeply trapped in it feel hopeless and fearful, but also give rise to the malice of the audience, and the cycle goes on and on, endlessly."

Behind Zhong Han, the intern named Xiang Zhao shivered.

The most frightening point is that even if human beings die, they cannot break free from Bai Ye's imprisonment.

The evil god clearly sees them as food.

It doesn't hurt to waste it and can be recycled.

If such monsters really come to this world one day...they will definitely be finished.

Regarding White Night No. 444, Zhong Han asked for more details.

Later, this conscientious detective did not forget to ask Bai Shuangxing if he would go to the Supervision Bureau and receive 24-hour comprehensive protection.

Bai Shuang smiled: "Fixed-term imprisonment? No need."

She had her own thoughts, shrugging: "I feel safe living with my family."

Can this be unsafe.

Feeling something in his heart, Xiang Zhao raised his head quietly.

From the outside of the apartment, this is just an ordinary small building in a wealthy area. Who would have thought that it would be Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

In the field of vision, only in the living room of Baishuangxing, there are two red-clothed ghosts and one... the God of Light.

Worse than any movie he's ever seen.

What kind of family background is this?

Xiang Zhao swallowed his saliva.

He felt that what Bai Shuangxing said was right, the evil gods penetrated everywhere, if even this group of "family members" couldn't protect her, then the Supervision Bureau would most likely be powerless.

Zhong Han laughed dumbfounded: "That's right."

After finishing speaking, he took out his mobile phone, and changed the topic: "This visit, I actually have something else to tell you."

Bai Shuangxing blinked, a little curious.

Zhong Han didn't want to show off, and opened a telephone recording:

"Baiye has a special nature. We have recorded every call to the Supervision Bureau."

In the recording, an old man's hoarse voice came.

"Hello? Yes, is it the White Night Inspection Bureau?"

On the other end of the phone, the staff responded in a gentle voice: "Yes, hello. May I help you?"

"Is such that."

The old man took a deep breath: "My son died in the white night a month ago...Just now, he gave me a dream!"

After the death of a loved one because of Bai Ye, many people will miss them and dream of them every night.

The staff must also think so, but facing an old man who lost his son, she didn't directly poke it, but asked patiently: "Tuomeng? What did you dream about?"

"I dreamed of... him."

The old man paused.

When he spoke again, his voice became deeper and hoarse: "He said that he was trapped in a white night, and he has been in pain for so many days."

The staff visibly sighed.

Her tone was gentle: "And then?"

"However, thanks to the few people who entered that white night, after destroying the white night, saved him, and there are more people who died tragically."

The old man said: "He said that he wanted to see me for the last time in his dream, and then he will go to another world."

The preceding content can all be regarded as the old man missing his son and having a dream related to it.

But the mention of "another world" made the staff slightly stunned.

As an investigator of Baiye, she knows the treacherous space made up of ghosts and gods, and also understands where the soul will go after death.

"Sorry to interrupt."

The staff tentatively said: "Another world?"

"Ok."

The old man replied: "He told me that there is a place that is isolated from us. After the destruction of White Night, his consciousness was kept by well-meaning people and will not dissipate."

Hearing this, Bai Shuangxing already understood.

The old man's son was the victim of White Night No. 444 and one of the undead imprisoned in the live broadcast room.

As for the "good-hearted person" who kept his consciousness, it was Shura.

The old man was still whispering: "He also said that he wants me to eat well, keep warm in cold weather, and live a long life... You are the White Night Investigation Bureau, can you help me ask, who broke the White Night? Thank you, thank them..."

Zhong Han listened to the recording and said, "It's you guys."

Bai Shuangxing nodded, thoughtfully.

At the end of the white night, she had asked Shura to send the consciousness of the victims to another world, so that they would not be scattered.

She remembered clearly that at that time, Shura spoke coldly and looked reluctant.

Unexpectedly, he not only consolidated the souls of those who died tragically, but also gave them time to say goodbye to their family members.

"Wow."

Shen Chan leaned close to her and whispered, "That little uncle of yours is actually very understanding."

"It's not just this one."

Zhong Han said: "In the last hour, we received several calls from the families of the victims."

As he spoke, he turned the tape recorder.

This time, a middle-aged woman's voice came from inside.

"Hello."

"I, I am the mother of a White Night victim, and I had a dream."

"My daughter came back and was standing in the living room in one of her favorite hiking outfits...and she said..."

"I don't know if I can see her again. May I ask, is there really another world?"

"Name? My daughter?...Her name is Jiang Caiyun."

One after another, there are more phone recordings.

The callers were of various identities, including the victim's parents, siblings, and unmarried couples. They all talked about the farewell in their dreams.

Bai Ye came quietly and unprepared, even if it was a student walking to school, or an ordinary office worker who opened the main door of the company, if he was not careful, he would be drawn into it.

As we all know, the survival rate of Baiye is very low.

As a result, almost all family members have experienced the same situation:

The person who was close to him a few hours ago was declared dead in the white night a few hours later, and his body was bloody and mutilated, appearing in a certain corner.

Not even a good goodbye.

"Many family members have proposed to thank you in person."

Zhong Han said: "The Supervisory Bureau respects personal privacy, everything depends on your own wishes."

Shen Chan straightened her body honestly: "I fished in troubled waters, and was taken away by Shuangshuang the whole way—you should ask her."

Bai Shuangxing shook his head without hesitation.

"It would be nice to have them say goodbye for the last time."

She said: "The family members are sad when they lose their loved ones. It is better not to make them bother and trouble, and come here on a special trip."

Bai Shuangxing is not a showy character, besides, if he really wants to meet so many strangers one by one, he might run into trouble again.

Shen Chan had already guessed her answer and nodded obediently.

Relying on the power of three human beings, successfully saving tens of hundreds of souls in Bai Yeli, this is big news.

Putting it on the vast majority of people, no matter for fame or profit, it is impossible to refuse.

Zhong Han was a little surprised by this decision, and smiled in a low voice: "Understood."

The matter related to Bai Ye finally came to an end, when Zhong Han left, Bai Shuangxing waited for a while, calculated the time, and brewed fever medicine for Ji Fenglin.

She has always hated taking medicine, and was frowned by the smell of granules. After thinking about it, she took out the sweet plum from the snack cabinet.

Jiang Mian was worried about her brother and followed her into the guest room.

Monsoon is sleeping.

Because of the fever, her face was flushed with rich redness, her hair was messy and scattered on her forehead and ears, and she was extremely black.

In fact, he has a youthful, slightly sharp appearance, exquisite facial features, and a tall stature, even standing in a crowded crowd, he can be seen by others at a glance.

Ji Fenglin, who is sick and weak, has a completely different appearance.

Bai Shuang walked close to the bed, whether intentionally or not, his eyes fell on his dark eyelashes.

Not aggressive.

It seemed to tremble slightly.

She didn't look too much, and cautiously stretched out her hand to poke Ji Fenglin's shoulder.

With just one movement, he opened his eyes.

Seeing her after waking up, Ji Fenglin was a little dazed, for the first time, a daze almost astonished floated in his eyes.

The ears seem to be redder.

Bai Shuangxing was used to him being gentle and polite, and taking all changes calmly, seeing this contrast suddenly, he couldn't hold back a chuckle.

Ji Fenglin was even more embarrassed, and raised his hand to straighten his disheveled black hair to make himself look less shabby:

"...Sister."

Jiang Mian poked his head out from behind Bai Shuangxing: "Brother, I need to drink medicine."

Unexpectedly, there were other people in the room, and he was stunned suddenly.

The nervousness and bewilderment he felt when he saw Bai Shuangxing faded away, Ji Fenglin sat up from the bed, and tried his best to restore the image of his usual reliable brother.

He touched his ear subconsciously, and it was hot.

"I've adjusted the temperature for you, it's not hot."

Bai Shuangxing handed him the porcelain cup, twisted his wrist lightly, and opened his palm.

Inside are several wrapped sweet plums.

She patiently explained: "If you feel bitter, you can eat this."

Ji Fenglin was slightly startled, then smiled immediately: "Thank you."

Jiang Mian looked at him quietly.

She is a fierce ghost, so she doesn't need to take pain and drink medicine. She has tried it a few times before, but every time she was so bitter that she grinned.

When my elder brother catches a cold and gets sick, he seldom takes the initiative to take medicine.

They didn't have enough money, so they saved as much as they could. Every time Jiang Mian brewed the medicine and forced it to him, his brother would drink it obediently.

Of course, they don't have money for sugar either.

The pocket money saved will be used to buy paper and pens for study.

Ji Fenglin didn't pause, and drank the liquid in the cup in one gulp.

It took less than ten seconds.

Not only Jiang Mian, but even Bai Shuangxing showed a shocked look: "...Wow!"

Being coaxed by her like a child, Ji Fenglin lowered his eyes and couldn't help coughing.

Bai Shuangxing hurriedly handed Tianmei to him.

She tore open the outer packaging a long time ago, and the plums entered the mouth instantly, overflowing with rich sourness and sweetness, dispelling the unbearable bitterness.

Ji Fenglin smiled, "Thank you."

He raised his eyes as he spoke, his eyes were still sickly bloodshot, but his tone was smiling: "Are you afraid of suffering?"

"Ok."

Bai Shuangxing did not hide it: "The taste of the medicine is very uncomfortable, don't you hate it?"

While talking, he tore off two more plums and handed them to him and Jiang Mian respectively.

The other party was silent for a few seconds.

Putting the plum into his mouth, Ji Fenglin touched its round core with the tip of his tongue.

is sweet.

When he opened his mouth, he blinked his eyes and said softly, "At least, I don't hate it now."

Bai Shuangxing froze slightly.

Before she realized the meaning of this sentence, she heard Jiang Mian say: "Sister, I'll wash the cup. You have worked so hard, you should rest early."

Ji Fenglin raised his eyelids: "You didn't sleep?"

Both of them experienced today's white night, and Ji Fenglin knew how tired they were.

"Because I want to wake up my brother to drink the medicine."

Jiang Mian took the porcelain cup and replied honestly: "Teacher Qin could have done it, but my sister said that she happened to have time, so I just leave it to her."

Hoarfrost Walk: ...

Jiang Mian waved her hand: "I'll wash the cups first, brother and sister have a good rest!"

Bai Shuang touched his ears.

Bai Shuangxing: "People from the Supervision Bureau came here before, and after the questioning, it was not long before an hour... I thought I might as well wait and come here to find you."

Bai Shuangxing: "Just, by the way."

There was a moment of silence in the air.

Ji Fenglin looked at her and smiled suddenly: "Yes."

After leaving Ji Fenglin's room, Bai Shuang went back to his bedroom.

She was very tired today, her whole body was almost falling apart, and her mind was buzzing, almost overdrawn.

Rolling on the bed, thinking back to the conversation not long ago, was in a daze, and felt a little strange emotion in heart.

Ji Fenglin ate the plums she gave and said, "At least I don't hate it now".

...why "now"?

Bai Shuang buried her face in the pillow.

Also, when Zhong Han and the others left, she endured the drowsiness and was actually very patient until it was time to take the medicine.

This was an inadvertent thought, and after being exposed by Jiang Mian's words, she somehow panicked for a while.

Thoughts were mixed and hazy, Bai Shuangxing didn't know when he fell asleep.

—So, when she woke up in the middle of the night, she couldn't quite tell the time.

Looking at the phone, it's three o'clock in the middle of the night.

Light rain began to fall outside the window, and it fell on the window, making a pattering sound.

Although White Night 444 lasted for a long time, in the real world, only a few hours passed.

Bai Shuangxing remembered that it was afternoon when she went to bed.

No wonder you wake up suddenly in the middle of the night.

Tossing and turning on the bed for a while, Bai Shuangxing couldn't fall asleep and sat up abruptly.

Most of the brain cells died in the white night. She didn't want to use her brain, and she didn't bother to check her phone. Later, she felt too bored, so she put on a sweater and opened the door.

It is now late autumn, and the temperature at night is extremely low.

There were no lights on and no one else in the living room.

Ji Fenglin, Shen Chan, and Xue Zizhen, who was in charge of protecting them, must all be asleep. As for the ghosts, they returned to the "House of Ghosts and Ghosts".

The whole city seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and the hustle and bustle receded like a tide, leaving only the soft sound of raindrops falling on the ground.

Bai Shuang rubbed her disheveled hair and walked towards the balcony.

This is a habit she has developed since she was a child.

At that time, the house was quiet and cold, and she didn't dare to go to her parents. Whenever she had nothing to do, she would sit by the balcony and be in a daze alone.

There is a long avenue outside the apartment building, because it is built in the community, it isolates the noisy noise from the street.

The street lamps lined up, and the warm, soft yellow light was dizzying in the puddles, floating like a moon falling into the water.

An excellent sight.

After being in a daze for more than half an hour, Bai Shuangxing walked back to the room with light steps, took out the sketch paper and pencil, turned on the light, and sat on the wooden chair by the balcony.

She is very interested in art, and she is also studying art in university. When she picks up a pen, she doesn't have to think about anything, and can have a moment of emptiness.

As far as Baishuangxing is concerned, it is a very relaxing and comfortable feeling.

The pencil rubbed across the paper, making a slight rustling sound.

Street lamps, balconies, and a tree with withered and yellow leaves beside the building, all of them were drawn by her and vividly appeared on the paper.

Suddenly, Bai Shuang's actions stopped.

She heard a light footstep, mixed with the continuous rain, rustling, getting closer.

Turning his head, it was actually Ji Fenglin.

Their eyes met, both of them were surprised.

Ji Fenglin spoke out one step ahead: "Are you painting?"

"Ok."

Bai Shuangxing smiled, lowered his voice, not to wake up the other two people in the house: "I can't sleep."

As the footsteps came closer, Ji Fenglin lowered his head and looked at the sketch in her hand.

He took a shower, and when he approached, he brought the refreshing and clean scent of shower gel.

Mixed with the smell of wet weather.

Baishuangxing is very talented, with just a few strokes, he can outline the beauty and agility of the rainy night.

Ji Fenglin looked at it seriously, his eyebrows and eyes slightly curved.

In college, every time he asked about her pretending not to care, he always heard similar comments:

"Oh, that very beautiful No. 1 in the art department! I heard that her paintings were sent to some exhibition again... Oh, I can't remember, but she is very famous anyway."

She didn't cover the content of the painting, she sat on the armchair, raised her head and looked at him: "It's you, you have a fever, why are you still walking around late at night?"

Ji Fenglin imitated her tone: "I can't sleep either."

He looked at the sketch paper and praised without hesitation: "The drawing is very good."

Bai Shuang raised her eyebrows.

"Suddenly remembered," she was a little curious, "You are also from the art club."

Unobtrusively, Ji Fenglin paused: "Yes."

"I heard that you have participated in several club activities."

Bai Shuangxing asked, "Have you ever studied painting?"

As she spoke, she tilted her head, revealing her slender and fair neck.

The light on the balcony was very dim, as if it had been covered with an ancient filter, it was dim and faint, revealing a few strands of hair that had been wet by the rain.

"Learned a bit."

This time the other party paused for a long time: "Want to see?"

Bai Shuang followed good deeds and handed him the pen and paper: "What to draw?"

Ji Fenglin opened his mouth.

He considered his words, took a step back and stood up straight: "Don't move."

Bai Shuangxing was stunned for a second.

After realizing it, Ji Fenglin planned to paint her.

... Before she even said a word, why did she suddenly become a model?

In order to ensure a certain degree of restoration, when sketching or sketching, the painter needs to observe the reference object all the time.

Ji Fenglin looked straight at him, but because of the backlight, he couldn't tell the expression on his face.

Bai Shuangxing subconsciously wanted to see more clearly, but subconsciously collected himself.Blinking again, the eyes of the two met in the air for an instant, and then quickly staggered away.

A subtle silence spread inexplicably.

No one spoke, the air was sticky, and the sound of rain continued to ring in my ears.

Bai Shuang touched his ears.

In this extreme silence, all senses became extremely clear, and the sight of the person opposite seemed to be solidified, pressing towards her vaguely.

There is a wind blowing over the balcony, stirring the milky white curtains, bringing a bit of coolness to the bones.

The water vapor formed into sheets, and a few drops fell on her feet, and the mist drifted into it, like a tulle left by a woman.

Strangely, on this cold autumn night, she actually felt the warmth behind her ears.

...just looked at each other.

Ji Fenglin is very quiet, his right hand has distinct knuckles, and when he holds the pencil tightly, the blue blood vessels on the back of his hand show.

Pencil rustle.

Bai Shuangxing tried to speak, breaking the silence: "...you, are you interested in painting?"

"fine."

Ji Fenglin said: "I joined the art club because I saw you when the club recruited newcomers."

This is the answer she already knew.

But when he said it at this moment, for some reason, there was a little more meaning.

Bai Shuangxing leaned back on the chair, the warm yellow light reflected in his eyes:

"So you entered the art club and started to learn painting?"

This time, the other party's answer was beyond her expectations: "I started learning from the interest class in high school."

Bai Shuangxing raised his eyebrows: "So, are you still a little interested?"

Ji Fenglin seemed to smile, and said in a low voice, "Mmm."

He said: "The more important reason is to draw a certain person."

This sentence came unexpectedly, Bai Shuangxing was stunned.

There is a thin and sharp silk thread grabbing the heart, and it is pulled violently.

She vaguely guessed the answer, and saw Ji Fenglin move his right hand, handing over the drawing paper.

During the conversation, he had already finished drawing Bai Shuangxing's figure at an incredible speed.

The lines are even more familiar and clean, as if he has practiced countless times, allowing him to memorize every smallest outline.

Ji Fenglin looked at her.

The young man's eyes were fixed, and the shadow was elongated by the light, and a part of it covered Bai Shuangxing's body, which was weightless, but fell heavily.

Memories of the past fade quickly with the passage of time.

He didn't have any tokens of that person, and he didn't even know her identity. If it weren't for the two white nights, they were just strangers who had no intersection.

Ji Fenglin was afraid that one day, he would not be able to remember her appearance clearly.

In that way, even if we meet again, we will miss it.

So when the school organized interest classes, he did not hesitate and chose sketching.

A thing that has nothing to do with him at all.

Before that, Monsoon Pro only cared about big and small math and physics competitions.

"Because I don't want to forget—"

This time, he didn't call her "senior sister".

The boy lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were long and covered with thick shadows.

Ji Fenglin's Adam's apple twitched slightly, his voice was uniquely hoarse when he had a fever, he paused word by word, and pronounced the name extremely clearly.

Like a ball of fire, it ignites suddenly on a cold rainy night, giving birth to ambiguity and scalding.

He stared into her eyes: "Bai Shuang is fine."