Chapter 1427 The School Boss with Personality Disorder (53)

At the food stalls, people are coming and going.

An Yusheng ordered a box of beer and a few side dishes.

"Crack——" The sound of a can being opened.

Luo Qingchen took a few sips and said with a helpless smile, "Wine is really a good thing."

"Click——"

An Yusheng also opened a can, but Luo Qingchen held him down and said, "But you can't drink it."

"Why?" The moment her soft palm touched his fingertips, he suddenly felt a tremor flash in his heart.

This kind of feeling emanating from deep within cannot deceive anyone.

"Because you are a patient!"

Luo Qingchen took back her hand, drank the beer in front of her and said, "Patients cannot drink!"

"Losing memory is not a disease." He stubbornly picked up the can, took a sip and said, "But why I lost my memory, all of them were hesitant, only Qingrou told me."

"What did she say?"

At this moment, she felt a little nervous.

"She asked me to come to you for answers."

He looked at her deeply, and every word was filled with complex emotions. His gentle voice was full of magnetism, and she couldn't help but blush.

"Without memory, there is no answer." Luo Qingchen looked at him and said, "Most of your guesses are true, but...if only one person has the memory of what he has experienced, it is not a complete story. "

Memory is the best collection of feelings.

If you don’t even have a memory, so what if you know the answer.

It was just like a movie, just a story heard and told from other people's mouths.

"Yes, it is a complete story." After a long time, his voice was as cold as water and he slowly said: "I know, I liked you before."

In fact, love has never left, but she remembers it and he forgets it.

"Yes, you liked me before." Luo Qingchen smiled bitterly and said, "But that was you before, what about now?"

In a blank life with no memory, can we fall in love based on just a few days of feelings?

Does he believe in this kind of love?

If he believed it, why would he ask her?

Silence, silence, silence, a dead silence.

It wasn't until a sharp voice sounded around them that the silence was broken.

"ah------"

Screams sounded one after another instantly, and An Yusheng pulled him behind him almost instantly, looking at the direction of the source of the sound with complete vigilance.

A five-year-old little sister was kidnapped by a man with a knife. Her mother's face was as pale as paper and she collapsed directly on the ground.

"Don't hurt my daughter, I beg you...don't hurt my daughter."

"Your daughter... your daughter..." the knife-wielding man murmured with a look of despair: "Why is your daughter still alive, but my daughter is dead! Why, why!"

"Mom, save me, mom, save me..." The child's collar was pulled up by the knife-wielding man, and his body was suspended in the air. He kept crying and struggling.

"Don't cry!" The man with the knife scolded fiercely and shouted in a hoarse voice: "My daughter didn't cry when she took her last breath. Why should you cry!"

As he spoke, he excitedly drew the knife across the little girl's arm.

Blood flowed out in an instant.

"Don't, don't hurt my child -" her mother shouted at the top of her lungs: "She is only five years old! She is a five-year-old child..."

"A five-year-old child, so what?" He said sinisterly with a pair of terrifying eyes emitting a devil's light in the dark night: "My child is only five years old, but she is dead! In this cold winter, she was killed alive so cold!"