When she woke up again, Jian Fan found herself standing on the street.
People were coming and going, but no one had ever given her a look.
Oh, by the way, she raised her arms, which were extremely clear under the sun.
Soul body She is already a dead person.
Jian Fan lowered her eyes.
She could not be seen by the pedestrians coming and going, just like the wandering souls she had seen before.
Her heart no longer hurts, yes, even her heart no longer hurts.
She walked forward aimlessly.
This street was endless, maybe finishing it would be a good pastime.
Hey, why can't she leave?
As soon as Jian Fan lowered her head, she found that her hand was caught in someone's hand.
The hand was big and safe.
She wanted to see clearly the person who came, but the person who came only had a blurry face.
The man's eyebrows were extremely familiar.
"Xiao Fan," he called softly, his tone full of gentleness and sunshine, well, just like the first breath of air you take when you wake up in the morning.
"Xiao Fan, you ran out willfully again.
This is not good.
It's very dangerous outside.
Let's go home.
Your mother is already here."
Jian Fan hooked her hand, and something strange happened again.
She couldn't control her hand.
She violently threw the man's hand away with such force that half of the man's body was tilted.
"Xiao Fan, don't be willful."
The male voice was still so comfortable.
He slowly approached Jian Fan, "Come on, Xiao Fan, let's go home.
I will take you back."
"I don't want it."
Jian Fan heard herself screaming.
In her mind, she seemed to have never been so hysterical.
She stepped back, and the man's body rushed directly through her body.
Overwhelming fear appeared in her head, and her whole brain almost exploded.
Her clothes began to grow longer and turned red, and her hair gradually fell to her waist.
The crowd around her moved quickly, and the sky turned dark.
Yes, this street is what she is familiar with and what she remembers.
There was no one on this street, but it was extremely lively.
The people coming and going were exactly the same, even the slant-eyed man with a fruit knife stuck in his chest.
Jian Fan was sitting in front of the fast food restaurant.
She looked at the street in silence.
She knew that there would be ghosts coming under the moonlight, just like the fairy in a classic movie said, "The person I love is an unparalleled hero.
There is a ghost."
One day he will come to marry me on the colorful clouds."
She was waiting for him to pick her up.
However, the one in her memory did not come.
Jian Fan watched coldly as the slant-eyed man approached.
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She made a gesture with her hands.
The next second was the day when the slant-eyed man would die.
What a pity, she lowered her eyes.
She had learned every skill that Ananda had given her, but the old ghost who had taught her step by step and always called him her husband had disappeared.
"Ananda, my name is Jian Fan.
Why don't you come?"
"Xiao Fanfan, Xiao Fanfan, why don't you come?"
She was thinking in her heart, and the sky of the world where she stood suddenly resounded with the sound of suffering.
What she was thinking was exactly the same as what he was thinking.
"Fan Fan, wake up."
After a long period of stagnation, Rong Nan let out a low roar.
Jian Fan was shocked.
Her clothes and hair began to return to their original colors.
Her pupils instantly dilated and her body turned into speckled bright spots. .
Jian Fan felt like she was lying down, light and weightless, her eyes were rolling through her eyelids, and even opening her eyes was the result of taking a deep breath and exerting all her strength.
As soon as she woke up, it was like two opposite sex magnets facing each other.
The first thing she saw was him lying beside the bed.
Rong Ren's fingers were tangled in her hair without hurting her at all.
Rong Nan always looked like a "sick man".
He knelt down beside her bed and his black hair was half bleached.
Rong Ran showed a rare expression of exhaustion.
He would never show such an expression in front of her, nor would he lie here quietly like this, but now he really did this.
Jian Fan looked at Rong Nan quietly and finally regained some strength.
Just as she was about to scream, he woke up.
"Madam, I can finally meet you."
Rong Nan's voice was a little hoarse.
It was not the cold temptation in Jian Fan's memory, but more like a mellow wine.
The mature flavor could be smelled without dispersing.
He raised his hand and touched Jian Fan's head, it was so natural as if he had done it thousands of times.
Feeling distressed.
She felt so distressed.
Jian Fan stared at Rong Nan's face that had not changed over time and the half of his white hair that showed that time was not traceless.
The feeling on her head told her that it was all real.
She was really back, back to Rong Rong, not the dream world.
"Madam, can I call you Fanfan?"
Rong Niang asked carefully, as if because she died once, he regarded her as a fragile enamel doll.
Obviously, he didn't know that Jian Fan's memory had recovered.
Fanfan's distant memory came slowly.
"Little guy, it turns out your name is Fanfan."
"My name is Jian Fan, please don't call me Fan Fan, I don't allow it."
"I don't allow it."
Jian Fan glared at him pretending to be angry, but his big, shiny eyes were not angry at all, and his smile was full of brilliance.
"Xiao Fanfan, have you remembered?"
Rong Ran seemed to realize that Jian Fan's eyes were glued to his hair.
He subconsciously turned sideways to block Jian Fan's eyes.
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He looked pitiful and could not have the aura of Di Jun. .
Jian Fan sniffed, feeling a little sad.
Suddenly she wanted to cry so pretentiously.
Her big tears came without warning.
Rong Nan hurriedly wiped them with her sleeves.
She didn't care whether they were precious or not.
Even his white hair was exposed.
Jian Fan didn't even pay attention.
"Xiao Fanfan, I won't scream anymore, please don't cry."
Hearing the emotion that was difficult to express, Jian Fan cried even harder.
Her lips were trembling, "Ananda."
She didn't know where the strength came from, and she hugged his waist suddenly, "Ananda, Ananda, I, I love you."
It was hard to say, I love you, when we were parting in a drunken and luxurious life.
Although she answered, it was a gap of I like you.
Now, she finally made up for the missing piece.
The words "I love you" are absolutely without any reluctance.
She buried her head in his arms, feeling the rise and fall of his chest.
Her tears and nose wiped all on his clothes, and she refused to show her head for a long time.
"Xiao Fanfan, Fanfan, Fanfan."
Rong Nan smiled like a child, and he hugged Jian Fan to prevent her from losing strength and falling.
Every time he called "Fan Fan", Jian Fan didn't respond, but would hit his chest with his fist like a cat's paw, and his smile became brighter.
He really wanted to let this go on forever.
"Fan Fan, you love me.
Then, just accept me."
The memories of that meeting were equally clear to him and hers.
Jian Fan was stunned, which one should I accept?
To collect ghosts or to collect people?
She didn't even know that she had withdrawn from Rong Nan's arms.
"Ananda, don't seduce me with such an abnormal tone."
There was a hint of hoarseness in her voice.
"What if I don't":