Ming Yuan held an umbrella and looked intently at the signboard flags on the teahouse that were blown randomly by the wind. The rain fell drop by drop, falling into the puddles on the bluestone slabs. Xiao Nian suddenly said: "Look at the words on the flag, what is Jin Ling?" Mingyuan was in a daze for a moment. Jin Ling was not just a bell, a bell... Suddenly a figure appeared in the alley, holding an umbrella and walking away into the distance. Ming Yuan noticed that the figure overlapped with someone in his memory, and the name of that person seemed to be coming out of his mind... But why couldn't he still remember it? Mingyuan was stunned. "A Yuan? What's wrong?" Xiao Nian grabbed Ming Yuan's arm and shook it. "Oh, it's okay." Ming Yuan replied, "How long do you have to wait? Let's go." "Ah... Ah, okay." A trace of panic flashed across Xiao Nian's face, "Let's go home."