On the top of a mountain that towers into the clouds, there is a simple thatched house, standing alone, blending into the surrounding natural environment. In front of the thatched house, there are two figures, one big and one small, like two shining pearls, walking slowly from the side. The sunlight shines on them, reflecting their beautiful outlines.
The woman held the little boy tenderly, her eyes full of maternal love and care. She said softly, "Ning'er, this will be our home from now on. Do you like it?"
The little boy's eyes sparkled with excitement. He nodded vigorously, and his childish voice was as sweet as the sound of nature: "I like it, auntie!" After that, he kissed the woman's face like a happy little bird. The two hugged each other intimately, as if time had stopped for them.
Inside the house, the woman smiled and gently stroked the boy's hair. Her eyes fell on a small piece of clothing beside her, which she had knitted herself. She picked up the clothing and showed it to the boy: "Ning'er, look at the new clothing I knitted for you. Come and try it on."
The little boy couldn't wait to take the clothes, and after putting them on, he danced on the bed like a happy butterfly. His laughter echoed in the room, making people feel extremely warm.
The woman looked at the happy look of the little boy and felt very happy. She patted the boy's shoulder and said with a smile, "My baby, you look so good in it."
The little boy ran back to the woman, hugged her neck tightly, and said coquettishly: "Thank you, auntie, Ning'er loves you the most."
The woman was moved and picked up the little boy and kissed her cheek. At this moment, they only had each other in their world, and everything was so beautiful. As night fell, the moon was high in the sky, and the stars were shining. The two sat side by side on the roof, looking up at the sky and counting the twinkling stars. The woman's gentle voice broke the silence:
"Ning'er, if your aunt is no longer with you one day, will you miss her?"
The little boy frowned, his face full of unhappiness. He held the woman's arm tightly, as if it was the most precious treasure in his life.
"No, I will never allow my aunt to leave me. I will explain it to my mother so that we can live together in the future."
"But my aunt might get married in the future... and then she won't be able to be with Ning'er!"
"Then when I grow up, I will marry my aunt, so that we can be together forever!"
The woman listened to the boy's innocent words that sounded like silver bells, her heart filled with endless love and pity. Tears welled up in her eyes and she hugged the boy tightly.
"Okay, Ning'er, auntie won't marry. Auntie will always be with Ning'er."
After a thought... the little boy grabbed the corner of the woman's clothes tightly, crying at the top of his lungs: "Auntie, don't leave me, I will take you home! Don't go..." Tears slid down his tender cheeks and dripped onto the ground.
"Ning'er, I'm sorry, your aunt can't accompany you. Don't worry, with your mother and father around, you will be happy." Tears flashed in the woman's eyes, but she turned away firmly, not wanting to look again.
"I don't want it. I don't want my aunt to leave me. Aunt, don't you want me? Please don't..." The little boy's cry echoed in the air, as if to tear the whole world apart.
Suddenly, a man appeared like a ghost and hugged the little boy. The man's eyes were full of helplessness and sadness, while the woman looked at the man with guilt.
"Junior brother, I'm sorry. Tell Qian'er that I will erase Ning'er's memory. I'm sorry..." The woman's voice trembled, as if every word was filled with endless pain.
After saying that, the woman resolutely turned and left, her back gradually disappearing in the darkness. The little boy struggled desperately, trying to break free from the man's arms, but the man held him tightly, not letting him move.
The little boy cried and screamed, his tears blurred his vision. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he opened them suddenly, but what he saw was the ceiling of the house. He found himself lying on the bed, the sheets were soaked with sweat, and everything in the dream seemed to be still vivid.
"Is this a dream?" Xiao Ning rubbed his head vigorously, which seemed to be about to explode, and then looked around blankly, his eyes full of astonishment and confusion. He found himself in a strange place - an antique bedroom.
"Damn it! I've been tricked again!"
Xiao Ning cursed in a low voice, his voice full of anger and helplessness. He tried to circulate his own aura, but as expected, it was sealed and he couldn't mobilize any power. This feeling of powerlessness made him feel restless, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his heart.
At this moment, the door outside slowly opened with a slight creaking sound. Xiao Ning's eyes were instantly drawn to it, and he saw Nangong Luoyu walking in lightly like a fairy. Her hair fell on her shoulders like silver threads, gleaming with a faint silver light; she was wearing a snow-white dress, with her sleeves fluttering in the wind, which perfectly set off her curvy figure. Her beauty was like a dream, intoxicating.
Nangong Luoyu had a gentle smile on her face and asked softly, "Ning'er, do you feel better?" Her voice was as clear and pleasant as a flowing spring.
Xiao Ning stared at her, and countless images flashed through his mind. Combining the dream just now and some fragmented memories, he finally realized it. He widened his eyes, pointed at Nangong Luoyu, and said firmly: "It's you, I remember now, it was you who kidnapped me back then!"
After Nangong Luoyu learned that Xiao Ning had recovered that memory, she slowly walked over to him and sat down, stretching out her slender fingers and gently stroking his handsome face, as if the spring breeze was gently blowing across the flowers.
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