Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

"Go back with your mother. Auntie will visit you when you are free." She caressed the child's beautiful little face gently. This little face looks like mother, so beautiful.

Xiaoyu bit his own lip and twitched from time to time.

Lu Xiaohua was also very unbearable, but there was no way. After all, it was not her child, nor was she born, and her mother was still standing, but she really did not quite understand the child, and her mother could admit it. Well, even if it is such a small child, it is impossible for her mother to be mistaken for her. She touched her face, and her face, in the eyes of Xiaoyudian, was her mother.

She stood up and waved her hand at the standing child on the ground.

"Light rain, goodbye."

Xiaoyudian also raised her little hand. When she bit her little mouth and didn't speak, she was hugged by Yang Ruolin. Yang Ruolin hugged her and walked quickly. Lu Xiaohua still stood in place, only You can see the child being held by Yang Ruolin, reaching out his little hand, as if he wanted his mother to hold him.

Lu Xiaohua took a step forward, but in the end she stopped.

After all, it was a child from someone else's house, but the child recognized the wrong person.

She had just turned around, but the light in front of her was blocked, and then sporadic. The woman in a black dress in front of her eyes, the light seeping in the corner of her clothes was in front of her eyes.

"Long time gone?" The woman took off the sunglasses on her face, smiled at her, and smiled, carrying some other things, many of which were hidden in the corners of her eyes, and the warm light fell on her, but I didn't see half the warmth, I don't know if it was the light that she cut off or the sunlight gave up on her.

She approached and stood in front of Lu Xiaohua.

Then he reached out his hand, "Hello, my name is Shen Wei."

Lu Xiaohua also stretched out her hand without knowing it.

"Are we ... acquainted?" She murmured, familiar and strange, but she clearly did not remember, did not remember many things, did not remember many people, but there were always a lot of inexplicable memories, always Will find her, when she wants to find again, but found that she did not feel anything, found nothing.

The memory that belongs to her is still blank, just like her previous life. Her life began at the age of 25. She forgot many things and forgot many people.

"Well ..." Shen Weitu bent her lip corner, and she dialed her long hair. "Do you like listening to a story?" She burst out such a sentence, but Lu Xiaohua couldn't react.

Soon after, they were already sitting in a quiet coffee shop. Shen Wei wanted to get a cup of cappuccino, but Lu Xiaohua didn't like the taste, so she asked for a glass of milk.

One black and one white, sometimes it really looks like the life of their two women.

Shen Wei has always lived in the night, and Lu Xiaohua is a rich girl living in the light, even she did not even have it in the past, while Shen Wei was formed by so many embarrassments.

"When did you know me?" Lu Xiaohua took a sip of milk, and then carefully asked the woman in front of her, but her memory did not exist.

"When is it?" Shen Wei lifted the mug on the table. Her red lips were stained with some lip marks, and she just stayed on the cup, which was also sexy.

"I forgot," she lowered the cup, then put her hand on the table, and propped herself on her chin. "If you want to find the answer, you have to find it for yourself, your past, what happened to you, you Want to know? "

Lu Xiaohua clenched the glass in her hand. Isn't her past as calm and bland as her parents and Gao Yi said.

"They said, my past is not worth mentioning," she lowered her head, looking at her fingers placed on the glass, pale and slender, but also excessively thin. Could it have been difficult to hold these hands now?

"Do you believe it?" Shen Wei gently stirred the dark brown liquid in the cup with the spoon in his hand.

"Of course," Ji Xiaohua didn't want to doubt her loved ones, nor did she want to doubt Gao Yi, because behind such suspicion may be deception, and she was not sure if she could accept such deception, even if such deception was in good faith. of.

"Then you want to know?" Shen smiled, but the light in her eyes was cold.

Lu Xiaohua raised her face, and she gently moved her rosy red lips, and then raised her face to see Shen Weizhi, and there was a firmness in her clear pupil.

"I would like to know."

"Even if it's not too good? It's upsetting you and upending your whole life?" Shen Wei asked again, sharp and aggressive.

"Yes, even if it's not good," Lu Xiaohua's finger touched slightly, then clenched.

"Why?" Shen Wei lifted his jaw lazily again. "Isn't that good? The past ones are sometimes forgotten, live again, forget everything, and it is not an opportunity for everyone. From the day when you are awake, from the day when you have no memory, you are a brand new person, you have no past, but your future is only bright, only happiness, loving parents, and pets Your brother, there are men who love you. "

"But I want to live alive," Lu Xiaohua interrupted Shen Wei's words, "I want to live alive, no matter what my past is, I want to live is myself, not others, you Do n’t understand? ”She gently scratched her hair.“ Every time I close my eyes, I think about who I am and who I am. It ’s not long before I know that I ’m Lu Xiao painting."

"Oh ..." Shen Wei exhaled softly.

"Do you really want to know?" She asked again.

"Yes," Lu Xiaohua nodded, "Can you tell me?"

Shen Wei sat upright. She took her small bag and opened it. Her bag, unlike other women, contained most things. The small palm bag had only a small mobile phone, a pack of cigarettes, a Lighter and a lipstick.

She took the cigarette out of the bag, then took out a cigarette, lit it, placed it between her lips, took a sip gently, and then a spit of smoke, confused her eyes.

Lu Xiaohua is waiting, waiting for her to finish smoking a cigarette. This is not the first time she has seen a woman smoking, but Shen Wei is the most flavorful woman she has ever seen, even if she has a body at this time. The smell of tobacco, but still a lazy and delicate woman.

She drew bite by bite, her eyes narrowed slightly, and there was also some exhaustion, and even her dark circles could not be blocked by cosmetics.