However, looking at it now, there is still one advantage to Luo Xi's amnesia, that is, he does not have to keep asking himself about Jing Mohao's situation.
If she kept asking questions, he wouldn't be able to make up perfect excuses to fool her every time.
His poor ability to deceive others will be revealed sooner or later.
"When can it be restored?"
Xiao Mengyun asked.
"It will naturally recover when it's time to recover."
Jian Qing replied very naturally. "" Saying it means not saying it.
After making sure that Luo Xi was fine, Jian Qing told Xiao Mengyun a few things to pay attention to, and then went to deal with matters in Australia.
Xiao Mengyun took Luo Xi out of the hospital and returned to Luquan Town with the child in his arms.
Time flew by, and two years passed in a flash.
It seems as clean and pure as it has ever been, and many memories are like floods that have been closed, with no one touching or mentioning them.
Luo Xi picked up the paintbrush again and painted quietly at home without talking much.
Xiao Mengyun stayed by her side, asking about her well-being and serving tea and water, caring more than anyone else.
Ever since Luo Xi woke up from a coma, she didn't like to smile very much.
Perhaps it was some inertial memory in her bones that allowed her to express her deepest emotions without any cover-up.
But Xiao Mengyun still looked for opportunities to make her happy, but only when he appeared in front of her with Xiao Tangmao in his arms, Luo Xi was willing to give him a smile.
Little Tamao can already laugh, speak very early, and can already call her mother, uncle, grandma and grandpa.
Although he is very precocious, he will naturally cry sometimes, and no one can do anything about him unless there is something to divert his attention.
That is, wine.
Whether it was beer, red wine or white wine, Tangtang picked it up and drank it.
After drinking, her face turned red, she wasn't drunk, and she stopped crying.
The family gathered around him and couldn't explain the reason for this strange phenomenon.
At first, I was worried that such a young child would have some problems with drinking, but as time went by, I saw that he didn't have any adverse reactions, and instead became stronger and stronger, so I let him.
As long as he has a bad temper like his biological father, a glass of wine will immediately clear up the rain, which is a miracle.
One day, Luo Xi saw a magazine from somewhere and drew a portrait of the shining man on the cover.
She seemed to have found the only picture worth painting in the world.
She couldn't explain why, but she just painted it over and over again, each time more delicate and more vivid than the last time, until she reached perfection.
All the portraits are stacked as high as the table.
Luo Xi was not allowed to throw away any of them, so he stored them all in a hard wooden box and continued painting.
Until one day, when she looked at her impeccable drawing paper, she suddenly burst into tears and burst into tears.
She brushed her fingertips over the man's face in the painting and murmured, "Jing Mo Hao" Xiao Mengyun, who had been by her side, was stunned and said, "Axue" When Luo Xi heard his voice, she looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Brother Jing Mohao, doesn't he want me anymore?"
Xiao Mengyun hurried over to help her wipe away her tears, "Axue, you have recovered your memory."
Luo Xi remained silent, looking down at the paintings in front of him and the box of paintings beside him.
Has she ever forgotten?
Luo Xi stood up, took down the painting from the easel, put it into the box, and sealed the box.
This is the last one she painted
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