Six-year-old Nanxi has a new name - Wen Lin.
He was very happy.
When they moved that year, Wen Shulan brought him to Mingcheng.
The new neighbors are a family of three, and the brother next door seems to be named Xu Ci.
On the first day we met, the neighbor's aunt called him by the wrong name: "Of course, this is brother Nanxi, we will be neighbors from now on!"
Little Wen Lin quickly said: "Auntie, my name is not Nanxi, my name is Wen Lin."
Yang Zhi smiled, leaned over and touched little Wen Lin's hair: "Yes, my name is Wen Lin. Auntie forgot, I'm sorry."
"It's okay! Auntie, you can call me Xiaoxi!" Wen Lin smiled obediently.
The brother next to him had an indifferent expression, and Xiao Wenlin rushed forward and took his hand: "Brother, Wen is the warmth of warmth, and Lin is the presence of coming."
The brother didn't respond, but his ears seemed to turn red.
Yang Zhi smiled and said, "Xiao Xi, this is brother Xu Ci."
Xu Ci lowered his head and glanced at Wen Lin's furry head. He felt a little awkward and turned his head: "Farewell."
Little Wen Lin didn't know how to write his farewell speech, but it was still like flattery: "Super invincible and a nice name! My brother is also good-looking!"
Nine years later, Wen Lin moved again, and Xu Ci didn't find out about it until a long time later.
An old doll is placed beside the bed. The snow outside the window is getting heavier and heavier, and the glass is pale.
2028.9.24
After Wen Lin entered college, everything went smoothly.
A car accident when he was fifteen left him with memory deficits.
But it seems that I don't have the uncomfortable feeling after losing my memory, I just feel empty.
I joined the art club in my freshman year, and the first activity was for members to find their own models.
Wen Lin found it quickly. The other person took the initiative to add his WeChat account. He was a senior in his junior year, or someone from their department.
My name is Xu Ci.
The first time he saw Xu Ci, Wen Lin felt as if he had eaten a needle, and the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak, but he had never seen Xu Ci before.
Xu Ci said calmly, with an imperceptibly hoarse tone: "Xu Ci, farewell words."
Chasing husband-guided attack [Xu Ci] VS amnesia and tenderness [Wen Lin]
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Intention: Lovers will eventually get married.