"It's really strange." Feng Nai's tone was very light, and even some careless guidance: "however, it's easy to understand."

Hearing the speech, Mo Bei stopped thinking and raised his eyes.

Feng Nai held the straw in his mouth, as if it was nothing to do with himself. The radian of the jaw line was noble and evil: "as a family, I will always care about the friendship of girls when they were young. He is also a brother. Boys know what boys are thinking." Speaking of this, he paused and raised his eyelids slightly: "our intelligent and invincible bey God, your brother doesn't let you contact your friend, you haven't thought that the problem is the boy."

Mo Bei looked at him with a shallow voice: "question?"

"Such as bad character." Feng Nai copied his trouser bag with one hand, probably because his face was good-looking. When he stood there and didn't drink milk, he was elegant and gentle like jade: "or the other party was dangerous, otherwise how could your brother have such a big reaction."

Mo Bei's memories are scattered, and she really can't piece them together. She used to be very complete. Because she was dull since childhood, she was a little slow in intellectual development, which caused others to talk to her, and it took her a long time to react.

Autistic tendencies, fools, mental retardation.

It was the word she heard most when she was a child.

She didn't understand what these words meant at that time.

But every time the people next to me finish, they will laugh.

No matter how dull she is, she knows it's not good.

At that time, in the countryside, my brother often went to play or quarrel with children for her in order to prevent her from being bullied.

Even Mobei himself once thought whether she really had intellectual problems.

Otherwise, what other children can easily accomplish, she can't think or think about.

The teacher sighed every time for her special guidance.

My mother also said, "north, when can you understand my mother?"

Brother always retorts: "Mom, what are you talking about? Sister, she understands. She just reacts slowly, doesn't she, sister."

In my memory, my brother's hand kept holding her and slowly waited for her response until she nodded.

But in addition to these, there is a vague little shadow.

He will sit under the tree and dress beautifully. He is different from other children. He will give her a small cake, a pencil sharpener, a bean paste bag, and so on.

Will let her wear beautiful clothes and let her sleep in a beautiful castle

Suddenly!

Mo Bei raised his hand and pressed his sore temple. He can't remember. It's blank.

Why?

Just when Mobei wanted to continue to think.

Feng Nai pulled her in his arms. His eyes were very deep, and even his tone was a little low: "do you want to hit a hole in your head? A past tense. Don't think about it if you can't think of it. Don't forget, we have to train later. "

Feng Nai's words brought Mobei back to reality.

Her white lips gradually turned red.

The little devil over there has pushed the dining car over. There are all kinds of Chinese and Western food, with complete color, smell and taste, which makes people have a good appetite.

Seeing this, Mo Bei stood up straight and said, "go to dinner first."

Feng Nai glanced at her face and said, "OK."

Then the two men took a few steps forward.

I thought it was over.

Who knows, Mo Bei stopped, raised his eyes and said, "although I don't remember the specific, he won't have bad conduct like you said."