Upon hearing Yan Ning's reply, Xie Huaiye jumped up with joy:

"Yay! My sister likes me too! That's great!"

Yan Ning watched as Xie Huaiye, a tall man over 1.8 meters, jumped up.

I suddenly found it a little funny.

If Xie Huaiye regains his memory and remembers what has happened, what will happen?

What would be the reaction?

She gently took Xie Huaiye's hand and said, "Alright, alright, we should go back now. Everyone is waiting for us."

Xie Huaiye obediently picked up the wood and returned to the front of the hut with Yan Ning.

The sun was baking the beach.

The air was filled with the smells of sweat and fresh sawdust.

Everyone is enthusiastically helping to repair the log cabin.

Amidst this busy activity.

Yan Ning was helping to hand tools to Yan Shisi.

Xie Huaiye followed closely behind her.

His tall figure almost completely enveloped her.

His eyes were glued to her, like a loyal, large guard dog.

Yan Ning told him to sit down and wait, but he only moved a few steps away.

I moved a small stool and sat in the shade of a tree not far away.

His gaze remained fixed on Yan Ning's every move.

All of this.

Like countless fine needles, densely piercing Su Muyao's heart in the distance.

She stood under the coconut tree.

Looking at the intimate atmosphere between the two, which allowed no one else to interfere.

A bittersweet feeling of jealousy.

A strong sense of resentment almost burst from his throat.

"He must have amnesia to be like this!"

Su Muyao repeatedly told herself this in her heart, trying to suppress the surging jealousy.

"He's just sick, he's forgotten everything between us! As long as he remembers his childhood... remembers our precious memories..."

"He will definitely come back to me! What is Yan Ning? He was just a lifeline he clung to when he was sick!"

Su Muyao took a deep breath.

He forced a gentle, harmless smile onto his face.

She straightened her skirt and walked over gracefully.

"Ono."

Her voice was soft and gentle, with a sweet, coaxing quality, as if she were speaking to a child:

"Sister Yanning is busy, let's not disturb her work, okay?"

"Sister, would you like to take a walk on the beach over there? There are lots of pretty seashells there."

She deliberately used the term "older sister".

He tried to evoke a sense of familiarity in Xie Huaiye.

Xie Huaiye heard this.

Finally, he shifted his gaze away from Yan Ning for a moment.

He looked up at Su Muyao.

He then turned to look at Yan Ning, who was discussing something with Sun Wuji, and seemed somewhat hesitant.

"Sister Yanning said... I can't go too far."

He dutifully repeated Yan Ning's instructions.

Su Muyao cursed Yan Ning inwardly for being so meddlesome.

Her smile widened even more: "Don't worry, my sister is on that beach right next to us. You can see the wooden house at a glance. She definitely won't go far."

"We just want to get some fresh air and see the sea, okay?"

Xie Huaiye glanced at the beach not far away, then at Yan Ning's busy figure.

He finally nodded and slowly stood up:

"Well... okay, come back soon."

Su Muyao was overjoyed.

It was as if we could see the dawn of victory.

She led Xie Huaiye to the damp beach a few dozen meters away from the wooden house.

The waves gently lapped against the shore.

Su Muyao stopped and squatted down.

She carefully drew a crooked pattern on the damp sand with her finger.

They were two little figures holding hands.

There was also a crooked sun next to it.

This is what she remembers as being around seven or eight years old.

She and Xie Huaiye drew it together in the sandpit of the Xie family garden.

After she finished drawing, she looked up at Xie Huaiye with anticipation, her voice excited:

"Ono, look! Does this pattern look familiar? Does it remind you of anything?"

Her heart was pounding.

I hope these childhood memories can be like a key.

It can unlock the lock on his memory.

Xie Huaiye also squatted down and looked closely.

His thick eyebrows slowly furrowed.

Forming a puzzled "川" character, I stared at the pattern for several seconds.

Su Muyao held her breath, staring at him intently.

“It’s a painting…” Xie Huaiye finally spoke.

"Yes! What is that drawing? Does it look familiar?"

Su Muyao asked excitedly, leaning forward slightly.

Xie Huaiye raised his head.

He looked at her with an honest expression.

He said in a slightly disdainful but earnest tone, "The drawing is too ugly, even though I'm young."

He pointed to his head, "But I can't draw this kind of ugly thing either. It has no aesthetic sense and no technical skill."

"..."

Su Muyao's smile froze instantly.

The hopeful flame was extinguished by a bucket of ice water.

Only a few awkward moments remained.

She felt a sudden rush of heat to her cheeks.

My ears were burning.

She suppressed her frustration and quickly wiped away the ugly drawing with her foot.

She can't give up!

She recalled another, more profound scene.

"Oh dear, it's because my sister's drawing is not good."

She chuckled twice and quickly changed the subject, "Xiao Ye, do you remember what we loved to play when we were little? Building sandcastles!"

As she spoke, she immediately set to work, piling up a small castle prototype with wet sand.

“Look, just like this! We built a really big castle back then, and you even said it was our home…”

Xie Huaiye looked at the small sand pile.

His eyes looked a little blank.

He thought for a moment and shook his head: "I don't remember. Building sandcastles? Sister Yan Ning said sand is dirty, and we should wash our hands properly after playing with it."

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